Chapter 274: Capturing The Abbo (1/2)
Scarface struggled so hard under the sheets that I almost lost my hold on him. Fortunately, Dali threw the rope around him in time, quickly tying him up tightly like a large barquillo.
Wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead, Dali remarked, ”He’s just like a wild buffalo! He’s so strong he almost broke free!”
Scarface glared at us ferociously, his eyes ready to pop out of their sockets, but Dali remained unbothered and sternly harrumphed, ”What are you looking at?! Keep looking and I'll slap you!”
I noticed Scarface moving his hands under the quilt and a bad feeling immediately sprouted inside of me. I aimed a heavy kick at his ribs, drawing a muffled groan from Scarface. While he lay unmoving from the pain, I reached into the quilt and felt something hard. ”What’s this?” I demanded.
”It's my cock!” Scarface grinned sinisterly. “It's very hard, isn't it? Would you like to suck on it?”
Upon removing it, I realized it was a homemade pistol and the terrifying near-miss hit me like a bat to the head. Scarface had been groping around, getting ready to shoot Dali! Stunned, Dali stood there as if paralyzed from the neck down.
”There’s a bit of a gap under the blanket,” I said. “Let’s tighten the rope so he can’t move at all.”
Scarface's mouth was dishonest and he said frivolously, ”If the little bitch joined me there’d be no room left, eh!” Scarface goaded, trying to provoke a reaction from us.
Bingxin furrowed her brows and was about to hit him when I stopped her. ”Don't fall into his trap. They’re all fierce criminals who aren’t afraid of death. He’s used to being this arrogant. Just ignore him, he’s deliberately provoking us.”
Splat! I felt something sticky on my chest. The sight of a gob of thick, yellow-green phlegm disgusted me so much that I was tempted to give him a good beating.
Scarface smiled triumphantly, ”This position is quite comfortable but my face feels a little itchy. Come here and scratch it for me.”
I found a rag to wipe my chest clean and quickly regained my composure. ”Here’s the deal—we’re actually police officers. When our backup gets here, I’ll hand you over to them all in one piece. Don’t worry, I won’t lay a finger on you until then.”
“You fucking cop!” he yelled, fires of fury and hatred smoldered in his widened eyes. ”I won't surrender even if you kill me!”
He twisted his lips again as if hawking up more phlegm to spit at me. But the realization dawned upon me–he was going to bite his tongue off! I quickly pried his jaws apart and instructed Dali to bring some rags to stuff his mouth. With his mouth blocked, Scarface finally quieted down.
Having committed so many murders, Scarface was well aware of the fate that awaited him so he would rather die than surrender. I was relieved we hadn’t confronted him head-on, otherwise there might have been casualties.
Dali curiously studied the pistol. ”What kind of stupid gun is this?” he scoffed. “Why is the workmanship so bad?”
”This is a single shot, homemade gun which has a design similar to a musket,” I explained. “Look, there isn’t a magazine and there’s only one bullet in it. The impact force can pierce a person's skull and it’s easy to fire. I'll hold on to it first.”
”Oh no!” cried Bingxin. “His accomplice is here!”
A frowning Song Xingchen walked into the room. ”Young master, isn’t this putting your lives at risk? Why won't you let me finish him off?”
”I have my reasons!” I said, standing up to face him. ”First off, I know that you’re a violent maniac and your methods are cruel but effective. Secondly, I don't want to rely too much on you. It’s best if I do whatever I can. As for the last reason… ” I smiled, ”I’d like to personally experience the thrill of watching these vicious criminals fall into the trap that I’ve designed.”
After solving so many cases, I had arrived at the conclusion that a turbulent heart lay beneath my calm appearance. Like a moth to a flame, I was perversely fascinated and drawn to danger and adventure!
Song Xingchen stared at me for a few seconds before he nodded. ”This is exactly why the Song family sent me to protect you. As the saying goes, fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”
Bingxin cast a starry-eyed look of infatuation in our direction. ”What a beautiful picture you make standing next to each other!”
Song Xingchen arched an eyebrow at her words. Bingxin nervously stretched out a hand, ”I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Sun Bingxin. I’m...”
But before she could finish her sentence, Song Xingchen left the room as abruptly as he had entered.
”Dude, I just realized what amazing genes the Song family has! The men are all so good-looking!” Dali exclaimed. “Do you have a sister?”
”There she is,” I pointed to Bingxin.