Chapter 301: Executing Revenge (2/2)

I explained my plan to Xiaotao. In fact, I had taken the time to call Director-General Cheng and the others over. Long Bangguo's overwhelming desire for revenge meant that he would continue to kill all the family members of the triad involved back then. The police were inevitably one step behind the murderer. He was likely to draw the force away from the base and sneak an attack at the city bureau.

Rather than this, the three officers could come with us and lure Long Bangguo out of the shadows to carry out his revenge and allow him to ”succeed.”

“It’s too risky,” Xiaotao shook her head.

”The enemy remains hidden while we’re out in the open,” I sighed. “It’s a risk we have to take.”

Director-General Cheng took out the gun from his holster. It looked exactly like the real one, down to the last detail, even the serial number. ”This is a prop gun that the technical department designed. When the bullet hits the body, there will be blood. We’ll act out our suicides for Long Bangguo to see.”

”There’s something I’d like to ask,” I started. “When was the last time you saw Long Bangguo?”

The three men exchanged meaningful glances. ”Twenty years ago!” announced Director-General Cheng.

”You mean, you haven't visited him in 20 years?” I asked in surprise.

Director-General Cheng rolled up his sleeves and showed me an old scar on his arm. ”The last time I visited him, he tried to kill me with a sharpened toothbrush,” he said. “After that, he was denied visitation rights.”

”Do you know how horrible it is when an officer is sent to prison?” asked Officer Xun. “The other prisoners will torture him using all methods possible. I heard that it only took him one month inside to collapse physically and mentally. It’s only natural he transferred all the hatred onto us...”

I couldn't help but wonder. Is this avenger really Long Bangguo?

Right then, Director-General Cheng's phone rang. Upon answering the call, he turned to us and said, ”I’ve got bad news. There’s been more victims.”

This time the incident happened in a warehouse in the suburbs. Someone heard gunshots at about 5 am and called the police, after which the officers from the nearby precinct rushed over to the scene where they found the bodies of the local triad members in the area. But their deaths were rather bizarre–the guns that killed them were all their own! Drugs and cash were found at the scene which suggested that the gang was dealing drugs late last night when they suddenly swallowed their gun muzzles and committed suicide as if possessed.

When we arrived at the scene, the place had already been cordoned off. More than a dozen people were dead, but this time the crime scene was even bloodier than the last. The ground was littered with the bodies of gang members with their guns still in their mouths. The impact of the bullets blew through the back of their skulls, splattering blood and brain matter all over the floor.

Director-General Cheng asked the officers from the precinct to return to the station while we dealt with the case.

I noticed there were several gangsters in their forties and fifties, possibly underlings from the gang back in those days who were now all big shots. Fortunately, innocent people weren’t involved this time.

I noticed some broken glass fragments that had fallen from the skylight at the bottom of the wall. More than one of the skylights were broken.

”Can the sound of gunshots break glass?” I asked.

She looked around and contemplated for a moment, ”The warehouse is rather empty. Soundwaves bounce back and forth, so it’s possible.”

In an obscure corner, I picked up a bloody handkerchief and sniffed, ”The blood was left by the murderer.”

”What makes you say so?” asked Xiaotao.

”The blood is thick and viscous. This contains gastric acid and saliva,” I remarked. “The murderer coughed out blood!”

But the question was–why? Was he ill? Following this line of thought, an idea suddenly struck me. Perhaps the murderer wasn’t affected by the music because he was deaf!