Chapter 185

The next morning, outside the office compound of the Material Control Department, the man surnamed Xu sat in his car, eating a burger. He casually asked the henchman in the back, "Hey, did Er Bao call you guys today?"

"No, I got a call last night. Didn't he say that Xiao Yucheng's son died?"

"Damn it, he called me last night too, but then he went missing, couldn't find him." The man surnamed Xu frowned and cursed, "That bastard, wouldn't he have taken Xiao Yucheng's money in private and then run away?"

"Can't be, Er Bao has been with you for quite a while."

"What's the use of being with me for a long time these days?" The man surnamed Xu scoffed, "You guys look for him again."

"Okay, I'll go look for him later." The henchman in the back seat nodded.

The man surnamed Xu finished off half of his burger in two bites, pushed open the car door and said, "Let's go, let's get back to work!"

...

A little after 10 a.m., Dragon City Government.

Secretary-General Lu sat in his office and instructed the clerical staff, "At one o'clock this afternoon, add a temporary meeting in Meeting Room 1. The main topic is the resettlement of returning laborers. Deputy Mayor Guo, Karl, and people from the Relief Agency will attend to discuss the resettlement plan. Immediately notify all the media outlets to come in advance and prepare their interview plans."

"Yes." The clerical staff member responded with a smile, and asked Secretary-General Lu familiarly, "Boss, the laborers just came back, and we're already discussing resettlement? Why are we so active this time?"

"So many people coming in, can you build buildings for them, or can you approve land for them?" Secretary-General Lu waved his hand and replied, "The border is closed, the laborers are emotional, we'll hold a meeting to appease them, that's all. So the media coverage must be very correct."

"Understood!" The clerical staff member nodded, "Then I'll go make arrangements."

"Go ahead." Secretary-General Lu responded, glancing down at his phone. He saw that Jing Yan had just sent him a short message. The content was simple.

"Leader, are you free for a quick meal at noon?"

...

Noon, around 12:40, Deputy Mayor Guo finished his afternoon nap and, with his entourage, came down from the senior cadre rest building to the parking lot.

"Hello, Mayor Guo!" Karl, with a large belly, also walked over from another building.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Karl!" Deputy Mayor Guo greeted him with a smile and shook his hand.

After a brief exchange, the two, along with their respective staff, got into their cars and headed to the meeting place.

Seven or eight cars drove out along the road behind the courtyard, and happened to encounter a red light at the intersection, but there wasn't much traffic, so the driver thoughtfully turned on the hazard lights, preparing to go straight ahead from the auxiliary road.

Government cars don't have to obey traffic rules in "emergency situations." The drivers, in order to get their leaders to the meeting room early to rest, all overtook from the side of the road, preparing to pass in advance.

"Vroom!"

At this moment, a medium-sized truck following behind the convoy suddenly accelerated. The engine roared with a piercing noise, and it rushed up at an extremely fast speed.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the truck had already climbed onto the sidewalk, heading straight for the right side of his vehicle.

"Screech!"

The driver urgently steered the car to the left, but unfortunately, there were civilian vehicles waiting for the traffic light on the left, and there wasn't much space.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed in the street. The car was hit by the truck and shot out diagonally. Deputy Mayor Guo inside the car exclaimed and quickly pushed the seat to steady himself.

"Screech, screech, screech!"

The truck didn't stop after hitting the car. Instead, it used its tall front to push the car forward.

"This is an attack! An attack!" the driver shouted wildly.

"Bang! Crack!"

The truck's tires were high, and under the roar of the high-powered engine, the truck nearly climbed onto the upper left side of the car.

"Get out of the car, Mayor, get out of the car!" the driver shouted.

"Vroom, da-da-da...!"

The truck strained to push forward for about three or four meters before finally stalling.

Just then, the truck door opened, and the lame Xiao Yucheng jumped out of the driver's seat, his eyes bloodshot. Ignoring the people on the street, he directly pulled down a rubber hose from the front of the truck's cargo compartment.

"Clang!"

At the same time, the car door popped open, and Deputy Mayor Guo yelled and tried to rush out to escape.

Xiao Yucheng looked at the crowd in front of him with a mad expression, and unhesitatingly used his thumb to push open the valve on the rubber hose.

"Tss, tss, tss...!"

A large amount of liquid sprayed out.

"Didn't you want money?! Here, I'll give it to you... I'll give it all to you!" Overnight, Xiao Yucheng took out most of his savings, bought a truck, and bought a whole truckload of gas tanks specifically for the catering industry.

Xiao Yucheng looked at the crowd in front of him with madness, stomping his feet and shouting, "You won't let me live, then let's all die together! Die!!!"

"Shhh!"

Xiao Yucheng placed the lighter at the outlet of the specially made hose.

"Whoosh!"

The visible flame rushed back into the hose.

"Thump!"

After lighting the hose, Xiao Yucheng took out two gasoline bottles from the truck and limped to the side.

"Bang, crash!"

Xiao Yucheng lit the gasoline bombs and threw them into Deputy Mayor Guo's car while running backward.

The inside and outside of the car were all ignited.

"Boom!"

Just as visible flames had risen on Lao Guo's body, the truck suddenly exploded. The violent fire soared seven or eight meters high. The force of the explosion directly tore apart the heavy truck. Countless fragments flew across, piercing the car windows of many surrounding vehicles.

Xiao Yucheng's revenge was simple and direct. He didn't want to run anymore. His son was dead, and he didn't know where to go.

What life, what existence? These were completely meaningless to him!

He only knew one thing: it was this group of hypocritical politicians in suits who had called on him to leave, and now his experiences would absolutely be paid for by them!

After the explosion, the street was in chaos.

Lao Guo died in the sea of fire.

Xiao Yucheng recognized him. Thirteen years ago, this man was just the director of the district government office. It was he who personally held meetings, calling on laborers to enter Mexico, and it was he who gave countless promises that were never fulfilled.

Xiao Yucheng watched him burn to death with a smile, just like he watched his son burn in a glass cover yesterday.

Xiao Yucheng held his son's photo, smiling as he walked towards the street corner.

Soon, several police cars drove from the direction of the municipal compound. More than a dozen police officers got out of the cars, ordering Xiao Yucheng to squat down with his head in his hands, but the latter ignored them. Instead, he revealed the fuse wrapped around his waist, lit it directly, and charged into the crowd.

The police officers thought he had explosives wrapped around his waist and immediately chose to shoot him dead.

How much blood does a person have? Xiao Yucheng proved with practice that the blood that flowed out after he fell only stained an area of two or three meters around his body.

It was unfair, so he resisted.

He resisted, so he died!

Xiao Yucheng's power of mutual destruction was only enough to ignite a truck full of gas tanks, while the powerful, with a single decree, could decide the lives and deaths of sixty or seventy thousand laborers with just a thought.

...

After the deputy mayor and three white men from the Material Control Department were attacked and killed, the news swept through Dragon City and even the entire First District political circles like a bombshell, but this was only the beginning of a series of chain reactions.

Zhao Wei Hu, who was in Sinaloa, never expected that he would be implicated as a result.