bestfiction Chapter 517: Why not send them to dig coal?
Chapter 517: Why not send them to dig coal?
Qi Tongwei's driving skills have always been stable, after he got rid of the two following cars.
He drove the car towards his destination with full concentration.
The car was driving steadily on the road, and the scenery outside the window kept receding.
Except for two stops to buy some food at the store, the rest of the time was spent on the road.
The atmosphere in the car became a little dull as time went by, and the long drive made everyone a little tired.
But Qi Tongwei showed no signs of slacking off.
Chen Ran sat in the passenger seat. He looked at Qi Tongwei's focused profile and a feeling of worry gradually welled up in his heart.
He knew that Qi Tongwei had been driving for a long time. Even a special forces soldier with extraordinary perseverance would find it difficult to withstand long-term fatigue.
Chen Ran frowned, and finally couldn't help but say, "Chief Qi, you've been driving for such a long time. Your body won't be able to bear it if you continue like this. Let me help you drive, and you can rest for a while."
Qi Tongwei just shook his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he said, "You underestimate the perseverance of a special forces soldier."
His voice was calm and firm, as if fatigue did not exist in his world.
Chen Ran wanted to persuade him further, but Qi Tongwei seemed to see through his thoughts and continued, "Our current situation is rather special. I'm more familiar with the route, and I'm not sure if there are any potential dangers around me. I can better handle any emergencies that may arise by driving now, so don't worry."
After listening to Qi Tongwei's words, Chen Ran knew that what he said made sense.
He sighed helplessly and could only pray silently in his heart that this journey would end quickly. At the same time, he also observed the movements around him more vigilantly, hoping to share some of the pressure for Qi Tongwei.
At this time, Long Can had successfully transferred the two people to this hidden place.
He looked at the two unconscious people in front of him, his eyes filled with anger and cruelty.
His injured arm hung limply at his side, but this did not prevent him from venting his anger.
He kicked them viciously, with great force, as if pouring all his frustrations and resentments into it.
The two men were kicked like two pieces of dead meat, falling to the ground crookedly, without any power to resist.
They were still unconscious, completely unaware of the danger they were about to face.
A man wearing a black vest and a string of Buddhist beads around his neck slowly walked over.
His steps seemed steady, but his eyes revealed a cunning and sophistication.
He looked at Long Can and said cautiously, "Brother Long, how are you going to deal with these two people?"
He paused, glanced at the two men on the ground, and continued, "The black coal mines are still short of people, and strong people like this are sold at a high price."
This man knew Long Can's character very well. He knew that once Long Can was angered, he would be extremely cruel.
In Long Can's eyes, these trafficked people were like objects that he could manipulate at will. Once they provoked him, they would always be missing some parts.
So when he was persuading, he tried his best to make his tone sound calm and reasonable.
After hearing what he said, Long Can frowned, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and said viciously, "These two guys almost ruined my plan. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been hurt."
As he spoke, he raised his good hand and pointed at his injured arm, as if he wanted to make the two people on the ground responsible for his pain.
The man in the black vest quickly chimed in, "Brother Long, calm down. I know you've been wronged, but selling them to the illegal coal mines will not only vent your anger but also make a profit. Why not? If you cripple them, you might feel better for a while, but you won't get a good price for them."
As he spoke, he rubbed his hands, his eyes fixed on Long Can's expression, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
Long Can snorted, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
He really wanted to torture these two people severely to vent his hatred.
However, he also knew the importance of money. After all, he did all these things for profit.
He paced back and forth, and with every step he took, a pain shot through his injured arm, making him even more irritated.
"Brother Long, look, the black coal mines are pressing for more people. They need this kind of young and strong labor. If we send people over there, it will not only meet their needs, but also allow us to make a lot of money. Moreover, it won't cause too much trouble. After all, in a place like the black coal mine, the life and death of these people have nothing to do with us."
The man continued to persuade, trying to get Long Can to accept his advice.
Long Can narrowed his eyes, his gaze revealing a stubbornness and anger. He shouted, "I've already been scammed out of so much money, is this the only thing I need?"
His voice echoed through the room, carrying with it an uncontrollable irritation.
"If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"
As he spoke, he glared at the two unconscious people on the ground, as if they were the culprits of all his misfortunes.
Long Can's hand was still wrapped in a simple bandage, and blood was faintly seeping out.
When he saw his own hands, the anger in his heart rose again like a flame that was poured with oil.
He couldn't help but kick them viciously again, this time with more force than before. The two men's bodies slid a short distance on the ground, as lifeless as old rag dolls.
The man wearing the Buddhist beads sighed helplessly. He knew that Long Can was very angry and would not listen to any advice.
He knew in his heart that once Long Can went crazy, he would do anything.
He didn't want Long Can to do something even crazier because of these two people. Not only would the lives of these two people be in danger, but it might also bring them more trouble.
So he winked at the other brothers.
The younger brothers immediately understood what he meant. They quickly scanned the room and their eyes fell on the controlled knives.
The knives flashed coldly in the dim light, as if foreshadowing the impending danger.
The younger brothers did not dare to delay at all and hurried towards the knives.
One of the younger brothers accidentally kicked an empty bottle on the ground when he was approaching the knife. The bottle made a "clang" sound, which was particularly harsh in the tense atmosphere.
His body stiffened suddenly, and he glanced at Long Can secretly. Seeing that Long Can didn't notice this little episode, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to pick up the knife carefully.
They picked up the knives one by one, moving quickly but trying to be as quiet as possible.
Some of the knives were placed on the table, and some were hidden in the corners. The younger brothers collected all the knives and wrapped them with a piece of tattered cloth.
When picking up the last knife, one of the younger brothers was so nervous that he accidentally scratched his hand with the blade. He almost cried out in pain, but he still endured the pain, covered the wound tightly, and picked up the knife.
Several people took the wrapped knives and quietly walked out of the house.
They walked very lightly, afraid of attracting Long Can's attention.
When one of the younger brothers was leaving, he looked back at Long Can with a hint of worry in his eyes, and then he gently closed the door.
The man wearing the Buddhist beads felt a little relieved when he saw his subordinates successfully move the knife away.
He knew that although doing so could not completely stop Long Can's crazy behavior, it could at least reduce the probability of danger to a certain extent.
He could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that Long Can would calm down as soon as possible and handle the matter rationally.
Suddenly, a crisp knock on the door broke the tense and depressing atmosphere in the room.
In an instant, everyone in the room froze in their tracks as if under a spell, and all looked towards the door.
Their eyes were filled with panic and anxiety as they darted back and forth across each other's faces.
Long Can's body stiffened slightly, his eyes fixed on the door, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
He lowered his voice, looked at several people, and asked quietly, "What's going on?"
There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. "Have you been exposed?"
His eyes swept across the faces of several people like sharp arrows, trying to find the possible "traitor".
When the other people heard Long Can's questioning, they shook their heads like children who had been wronged.
One of them said anxiously: "Impossible! It definitely wasn't us."
His eyes were wide open, full of determination, trying to prove his innocence.
"Our people didn't notice anything. They must be ordinary people. We might be overthinking it."
Another person continued, and although his voice sounded calm, one could still hear a hint of nervousness in it if one listened carefully.
The knocking on the door continued, and each knock seemed to hit everyone's heart, making them panic.
The sound seemed particularly loud in the silent house, as if it was the knock of death on the door, and each knock indicated that unknown danger was about to come.
One of the younger brothers couldn't help but move closer to the door. His footsteps were very light, as if he was afraid of being heard by the people outside.
He put his ear to the door, trying to hear what was happening outside.
His eyes were full of vigilance and his body was trembling slightly with nervousness.
After a while, he turned around, looked at Long Can, and whispered, "Brother Long, there's no special sound outside. There's only knocking on the door, and I didn't hear anyone walking around or talking."
Long Can frowned, his heart full of doubts.
He raced through the possibilities in his mind.
If it was someone from your side, they wouldn't knock on the door like that. If it was something urgent, they would come in directly or use a specific code.