Chapter 125 Broken Building

It was eleven o'clock at night in a small town in the war-torn area of ​​Old Mexico.

The young man slowly reached into his pocket. Zheng Guang stared intently at his hand, the muscles in his body tensing.

"Bro, here you go." After thinking for a long time, the young man took out a cell phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Zheng Guang.

Zheng Guang relaxed slightly, took the phone, and said, "Now that you're out, come do something with me."

As he spoke, Zheng Guang didn't look at the phone or make a call, but casually stuffed it into his pocket.

The young man was slightly stunned. Zheng Guang patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go, Jianjun."

Jianjun nodded lightly, lifting his heavy legs and following Zheng Guang blankly. The two of them crossed a street and walked into a secluded alley not far away.

At the end of the alley was a dilapidated, abandoned building with broken doors and windows, dark inside, devoid of light, filled with a desolate atmosphere.

The area around the dilapidated building was all ruins, with rubble and debris everywhere, permeated with the stench of rot and urine.

Zheng Guang strode towards it, Jianjun following behind, biting his lip tightly, his hands trembling slightly, his legs feeling like lead, each step unsteady. His forehead was covered in sweat.

Zheng Guang stopped and pointed to the dilapidated building ahead. "Come on, let's go in."

Jianjun's body trembled, and he subconsciously looked at Zheng Guang. Zheng Guang's face was hidden in shadow, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Come on in," Zheng Guang urged again, stepping into the dilapidated building.

Jianjun bit his lip, his face pale, and followed stiffly, trembling.

The dilapidated building was dark, with only a sliver of moonlight shining through the windows, barely illuminating the path underfoot. The building was empty, with not a soul in sight. The floor was covered in excrement and urine, filthy and foul, a place even a vagrant wouldn't choose for the night.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The sound of their footsteps echoed throughout the building. Zheng Guang paid no attention to the surroundings, striding through the corridor. Each step Jianjun took was under immense pressure, as if someone were clutching his heart tightly, both frightened and scared, his lips turning slightly purple.

The stairs were ahead. Zheng Guang lifted his foot, ready to go up to the second floor. Jianjun couldn't take it anymore and knelt on the ground with a thud, his voice trembling. "Guang, Guang-ge… I was wrong…"

Hearing the sound, Zheng Guang turned to look at him, his face expressionless. "What are you wrong about?" he asked.

Jianjun's body shook slightly. "I… I was bought off…"

Zheng Guang frowned, staring at Jianjun. "The location you gave me for intercepting the garrison's goods… was that you? Who told you to do that?"

Jianjun lowered his head, avoiding Zheng Guang's gaze, confessing, "I… I don't know the specifics. I can only guess that they might be from the First District military. Th-they're very rich, they gave me a million directly… I… I was greedy…"

Jianjun's face was filled with remorse, and he slapped himself hard on the face. "I… I was blinded by greed, I'm worthless… But bro, I really didn't think that much about it at the time. I thought we were going to intercept the goods anyway, so I just did it… During that time, bro, you know, I was dating a girlfriend, it cost a lot of money… That million, I spent it all…"

As he spoke, Jianjun banged his head on the ground. "Bro, I was blinded by lard, but I really didn't mean to. I didn't expect things to get so big, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Looking at Jianjun, who was frantically kowtowing, Zheng Guang fell silent. After a long while, he drew his gun, his lips trembling, and pointed it at his former brother.

"Bro!" Seeing Zheng Guang draw his gun, Jianjun's mentality collapsed, and he slumped to the ground, crying. Although he had done a lot of bad things with Zheng Guang, like murder and arson, he was still just a kid.

"Bro," Jianjun cried, snot and tears streaming down his face, his voice trembling. "We grew up naked together, for over ten years. We slept under bridges together, we picked up trash together… You guys are my closest family. If you want to hit me, I won't fight back…"

"Clatter!"

The gun that had been in Jianjun's pocket fell to the ground.

Zheng Guang looked at his crying brother, his hand holding the gun trembling slightly.

"Bro, I really didn't do it on purpose, I really didn't…" Jianjun repeated this sentence over and over, crying.

"Sigh…" Zheng Guang sighed deeply, his arm slowly lowering, and said softly to Jianjun, "Get out."

Jianjun suddenly raised his head, seemingly unable to believe his ears, and froze.

Zheng Guang glared, the muscles in his face twitching, and roared at Jianjun, "Get out!"

Jianjun looked at Zheng Guang, bit his lip, wiped away his tears, and stood up. His legs were weak, so he could only lean against the wall as he walked out.

"Stop!"

Just as Jianjun was about to leave, a loud shout came from behind, making his body tremble. He froze again and slowly turned his head.

"Thump!"

A bank card was thrown at his feet. Zheng Guang said softly, "You know the password. Don't take money from them again, and don't contact them again. Otherwise, you won't even know how you die."

Tears flowed uncontrollably from Jianjun's eyes again, but Zheng Guang ignored him and strode towards the outside.

"Bro…" As he passed Jianjun, the latter instinctively reached out and grabbed Zheng Guang's clothes.

"Slap!"

Zheng Guang shook off Jianjun's hand and strode out of the building. He gently wiped the corner of his eye, and behind him came Jianjun's increasingly distraught cries.

…

Ten minutes later, Zheng Guang opened the car door, got back into the van without a word.

Xiao Huo looked at him through the rearview mirror. "Was it him?"

Zheng Guang waved his hand, his voice hoarse. "It wasn't him. He had some family matters to take care of, so I sent him home."

Xiao Huo nodded and said nothing more.

…

Twelve o'clock at night, Dragon City.

After thinking for a long time in the Total Control Bureau's office, Su Tianyu instructed Hou Guoyu to drive to City Hall.

About ten minutes later, Su Tianyu stepped out of the car and headed straight for the mayor's office.

Sure enough, the lights in the office were still on, and Li Mingsheng was still working. Seeing Su Tianyu come, he looked up and asked, "Why are you running to me so late?"

Su Tianyu walked to Li Mingsheng and sat down. "Leader, I've made up my mind."

"Made up your mind about what?"

"If the garrison won't hand over the people, I'm going to make a move."

Li Mingsheng asked, drinking tea, "Is it that urgent?"

Su Tianyu looked at him, and after a long silence, said, "That's just how it is. If we wait until they're ready, we might not be. But if I move now, they definitely won't be ready! Everyone thinks I cleaned up the police department because of public pressure, but that's not it. I'm taking this seriously because I want them to show me an attitude!"

Li Mingsheng drank his tea, not speaking. Su Tianyu added, "Leader, we've been waiting for a year, what has waiting gotten us?"

"Clack!"

Li Mingsheng put the lid on his teacup and said, "Then do it. All units will support you."

Su Tianyu immediately stood up, his tone slightly agitated. "Leader, from now on, for the next few months, or even years, if we lose, we'll be crushed to pieces! But if we win, Dragon City will be unified!"

Li Mingsheng said, somewhat helplessly, "I'm crushed to pieces every day anyway, I'm used to it. Go ahead and do it."

"Yes!" Receiving the leader's support, Su Tianyu responded loudly, then turned and left the office.

…

Half an hour later, at a port, a man in ordinary clothes, in his thirties, was on the phone, speaking in a low voice, "Dad, I'm arriving in Dragon City tonight."