Breaking Through the Clouds: 107.Chapter 107

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Three years ago, Gongzhou.

January 10th.

Boom! The door of the abandoned house was pushed open, and the cold wind swept into the room, countless dust suddenly rose in the dim light, and then danced and gradually fell silent.

"Go in," Ajie ordered in a low voice.

The young man he was holding was extremely thin, with no trace of blood on his face, pale blue lips, and even his shoulder bones clenched his hands. Probably because of being deprived of vision for a long time, he suddenly took off the blindfold and couldn't accept the outside light. His eyes were always half-closed, and his dark eyelashes were condensed by virtual sweat, and they were covered in a mess under the haggard eyelids, and the ends were formed. A weary arc.

The light is indeed too weak, and most of the indoor scenes only outline a few dim lines.

If you just look at the silhouette, it is estimated that no one will recognize this young man, who was the Gangzhou Anti-drug Second Detachment who was tied back a few months ago.

Jiang Ting was held in the door by Ajie half-supported and half-pushed. Someone stepped forward and put a gun against his head. Someone stuffed a hard and cold thing into his weak hand--it turned out to be a handful. gun.

Ajie picked up the phone and leaned against Jiang Ting’s ear, and then the nightmare-like gentle and cruel voice rang:

"Kill the undercover in front of you, and you will be free."

"No, I can't do it. I..."

"You can."

"No. Just kill me, kill me quickly--"

"You can do it," the king of spades is still very patient, even with a smile in his words: "You don't want to die, Jiang Ting, you are the last person I have ever seen to die in this world. In any desperate situation You will never give up fighting for even the slightest bit of vitality. This is your nature. It is like this when you were born, so you can do it."

"..."

"Kill him, and then you will be free, otherwise you will die here too."

Jiang Ting panted quickly, his gun hand trembling violently. He had never been so scared of guns in his entire life. It seemed that he was not holding the handle of the gun, but the cold fangs of snakes. The venom penetrated the skin and soaked the blood until it brought death to the heart.

"Jiang Ting," the king of spades was full of inducements, saying: "Didn't you say you can beat me? Prove it to me."

After an unknown period of time, every second is extremely long, and the hand that Ajie has been staring at finally moved——

The gun was slowly lifted into the air, and then the muzzle turned and pointed towards Jiang Ting's own temple!

"Fuck!" A-jie yelled, saying that it was too late, then it was soon. He twisted Jiang Ting's hand and turned the muzzle, the next second he just listened: Bang!

The figure in the dim corner ahead shook, then slipped against the wall and fell to the ground feebly.

There was a freezing silence for more than ten seconds, and then there was a slap. It was Jiang Ting's gun that fell to the ground. His last nerve that was tense to the limit was finally broken. He leaned back and was grabbed by Ajie. He forcibly opened his eyelids and looked at his pupils, and shouted sharply: "Sedatives!"

Someone rushed over, someone was yelling, but Jiang Ting couldn't hear anything.

The needle of the syringe pierced into the skin, and the tingling at that moment woke him up, his consciousness was extremely clear, but his body did not listen. He struggled to get up in trembling, the needle took a ray of blood star out of the body, and fell to the dusty ground.

Then he started coughing constantly, coughing into tracheal spasm, curled up all over, and his throat was full of sweet smell of rust. During the breath exchange, he heard Ajie’s tough voice saying: "It's better to get an injection."

But he didn't answer, and barely stopped the cough, gritted his mouth full of blood and swallowed back, not knowing who was holding his hand, and stood up in embarrassment.

"Leave him alone, Jiang Ting is such a person." The King of Spades' voice said leisurely on the phone, "He is free now."

Jiang Ting withdrew his hand, as if he wanted to stand firm with his own strength, but the health and physical strength that he had expended for many days could not even meet such a simple self-requirement. He staggered back a few steps, leaning his back against the wall, feeling the whole world spinning in front of him.

Then what did he hear in the groggy--

It was the sound of police sirens from far to near.

"The police are here, Jiang Ting, I want to return you to them."

The king of spades on the other end of the phone sounded very nostalgic. No matter what he said, he seemed to be talking about love, with an eternally stable, repulsive mellow and soft, like a nightmare whispering in his ear.

"When you return to the police force, face countless doubts, questions, and accusations, and endure all the hatred, hatred and abuse, please don’t forget the bet we made today; No matter how perfect the words are, no one will trust and no one wants to listen, because all the facts have proved that you are a traitor."

"One day you will find that I am right, and then you will be willing to go back to where we first met. Before that, as long as there is one policeman who is willing to believe you-even if there is only one." K's mocking smile deepened, and he said: "I've lost it all."

The police siren is fast approaching, getting louder and louder. The sound of splashing water came from outside the abandoned house. It was drug dealers splashing gasoline around.

"Goodbye, Jiang Ting." said the king of spades, "I welcome you to admit defeat at any time."

The raging fire engulfed the house, and roaring flames danced wildly under the gloomy sky.

The red and blue warning lights were flashing, the fire trucks screamed sharply, and tide-like footsteps swarmed towards the burning house; but Jiang Ting did not look back, nor dared to look back. All his strength was spent hiding and running, even if it was actually a desperate stumble.

I don't know how far I ran, but the voices of people and the clamor of flames were far behind, leaving only the whistling north wind in my ears.

His eyes were dark, he staggered to the ground, and finally lost consciousness.

"...Team Jiang..."

"Team Jiang..."

"Captain Jiang!" Someone shouted to him in the dim atmosphere: "Wake up! Hurry up!"

I didn't know that after a few minutes or longer, Jiang Ting finally slowly opened his eyes.

He couldn't focus his gaze, cast his blurred eyes in mid-air, only to see a large cloud of gray and blank sky. After a long time, the painful sensation of tens of thousands of needles finally returned to this body, and the internal organs were all squeezed into a ball.

In the midst of the severe pain, he was in a daze when someone kept chanting: "...I know you must be alive, I know you must not give up..."

Jiang stopped doing his best and finally turned his head slightly to see the scene around him clearly.

He fainted in a bush on the plains outskirts of the city, far away from the scene of the fire surrounded by police cars. A thin, thin old man in a dark blue uniform and white shirt knelt on his side, his white hair trembling in the cold wind, his face flushed and anxious, he couldn't help talking excitedly.

"Fortunately you didn't die, just stay alive, just stay alive!..."

Jiang Ting closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he dullly recognized who he was—Yue Guangping, the former deputy mayor and chief of public security of Gongzhou.

"Don’t move, don’t move, you have been injured too much. I have called your contact person named Yang Mei and told her to come here to pick you up. There will be nothing wrong, so take care of your injury first, as long as you live Everything can be discussed in the long term--"

"...no more..."

Yue Guangping paused: "What?"

Jiang Ting lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, his eyes blank in despair, and said: "The rivet is dead."

Yue Guangping's whole body was shaken: "What did you say?!"

"I failed, the drug trade was in the ecological park, and my team members died in the plastic factory...I failed." Jiang Ting trembling hands, tightly covering the face that does not look like a living person, again and again neurotic The repetition came from the palm of the palm: "There is no long-term plan at all. My teammates are dead, and the rivet was killed by me. They never plan long-term..."

Yue Guangping covered his mouth, wiped his face heavily for a while, and said every word: "But you are still alive!"

Jiang Ting looked blank.

Yue Guangping gritted his teeth and said: "As long as you live, you can get revenge!"

He got up and carried Jiang Ting. Although the former deputy mayor was already old, Jiang Ting didn't have much weight at all at this time, and he was helped to a relatively smooth rock without much effort.

"I am the supervisor of the rescue operation. I can't leave the scene for too long. I must go back." Yue Guangping asked him to sit down on the stone and calmly exhorted: "Later Yang Mei will come to pick you up and we have been meeting until now. The safe house in the country, and then move on to the next step. Do you remember the safe house? Do you remember the address and password?"

Jiang Ting nodded hastily with his ears rumbling, his spirits extremely unstable.

"The investigation team of the 1009 plastic factory explosion case is very high. Even I am under surveillance around the clock. It is estimated that I will not be able to contact the outside world anytime in the next week. You should take care of the injury first, and I will contact you in seven days. , We still meet in the safe house."

Yue Guangping got up to leave, suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment before hesitating to speak, and then slowly said: "I'm investigating another matter recently, and it's almost eye-catching..."

Jiang Ting is dizzy and in a very poor state.

"I will tell you after I get the final result." Yue Guangping gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "You must stick to it and wait for me to contact you."

Yue Guangping walked away quickly, and black smoke billowed in the distance. The fire brigade put out the abandoned house that was lit by gasoline. They should have found the rivet body and Jiang Ting's gun.

Further away, Yang Mei, who was notified, was rushing over quickly, ready to stop Jiang to a safe place to recover from her injuries——

Under the vast sky, dark clouds pile up and roll, and all the traps of conspiracy and desperation are officially opened at this moment.

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In the hotel suite.

"——What is Yue Guangping investigating?" Yan Xiu sat on the sofa and frowned keenly: "Why did you say it's'other'? Are you investigating other things before?"

Jiang stopped standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the light, unable to see his expression clearly, only to see him shook his head slowly: "I don't know what he meant by'other', he died before he could tell me. But before that, the two of us had been conducting follow-up investigations in the Gongzhou City Bureau, hoping to knock out the king of spades while also pulling out the internal nails."

Yan Xiu said unexpectedly: "You two?"

"..." Jiang Ting seemed to smile bitterly: "Yes. Do you remember that I told you before that the rivet was exposed before the 1009 Plastic Factory's anti-drug operation?"

Yan Xi stared at him closely.

"The rivet was exposed, who betrayed it? This person must be in the Gongzhou system, and the position is quite high. Combined with the fact that the previous encirclement and suppression against the king of spades always failed, I guess someone at the top is the king of spades. ’S internal response, but I’m not sure who it is."

"——You know this feeling is terrible, the traitor is around, but you don’t know who he is. It may be your most admired predecessor or your closest partner. People come and go , The ghost is lingering, it is watching you in the dark, but you can’t catch this ghost in human skin."

Jiang Ting took a breath and said, "The time left for me was not much, because Operation 1009 was about to begin. If I want to temporarily modify the action plan, I must find a completely innocent and trustworthy leader. As a backing, after repeated consideration, I chose Yue Guangping."

Yan Xiu asked: "Why is it him?"

"There are two reasons for this." Jiang Ting explained: "First, he has been taking care of me and promoting my immediate superiors, and I know him the most; second, he is the deputy mayor of Gongzhou, The head of the Public Security Department, the chief leader of Gongzhou Police No. 000001, who can I trust if I don’t trust him? If he is a ghost, then I’m all done, there is no need to fight the king of spades."

Yan Xi nodded slightly and thought: "So before the anti-drug operation of 1009 Plastic Factory started, Yue Guangping believed that you were not a black policeman."

"He wouldn't believe me based on what I said alone. It should have been verified through various methods, but I don't know how to verify it." Jiang Ting took a breath and said, "After he believed my confession, we The two teamed up to investigate inside the city bureau for a period of time, but found nothing. They couldn't find out how much of the internal information leaked to the king of spades. This ghost was so hidden and perfect that sometimes I would have a problem. Give the illusion that it does not exist."

"In this way, as time passed by the beginning of October, Operation 1009 started. After obtaining Yue Guangping's consent, I temporarily revised the operation plan and transferred the police force from the ecological park to the plastic factory."

Yan Xiu realized what, and asked: "In other words, only Yue Guangping knows about the modification of the action plan?"

"In theory, this is indeed the case." Jiang Ting said lightly, "But in fact, if the inner ghost's authority is high enough, you can also observe from many clues that the action plan has been temporarily modified... so I can't say that the plan was leaked. It must be Yue Guangping."

——That’s what I said, but Yan Xi still immediately understood why after the explosion, the only person desperately advocating to rescue Jiang Ting was Yue Guangping: If he is innocent, he really has to stop Jiang from life and death. Come out, on the one hand to prove their innocence, on the other hand, they can confront each other to investigate the ghost.

"What happened later?" Yan Xiu asked, "Did Yue Guangping contact you a week later?"

Jiang Ting was silent for a while, then nodded: "On January 18th, I received a call from Yue Guangping."

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Three years ago, 1.18——

"Last time I told you what I was investigating was about how the King of Spades learned about your temporary modification of the action plan, and now the result is basically certain. I didn’t expect it, I really didn’t expect it... if we both had it earlier If you find out, none of this will happen..."

The curtains are tightly drawn, and there is no light in the room. After seven consecutive days of recuperation, Jiang Ting recovered a bit, but his energy was still very weak and his voice was extremely hoarse: "What happened?"

Yue Guangping's forcibly suppressed gasp came from the phone. After several seconds, he said:

"I seem to have found out who the ghost is."

——Suddenly Jiang stopped his pupils tightening.

"I don’t know if they are looking at me, I may have been looking at. This is very complicated, the phone is not safe, we will meet in the safe house an hour later." Yue Guangping couldn’t keep his hoarse breathing, it was obviously because Nervousness: "I'm sorry, Team Jiang, no matter what happens...No matter what happens in the future, I can go to death, but you must live, sorry."

He hung up the phone.

Yan Xiu’s sitting posture is with his legs wide open, his elbows on his knees, fingers constantly rubbing his chin, pondering: "Why is Yue Guangping saying so weird..."

"It's really weird, but I can't figure out where the blame is." Jiang paused, and said, "I hung up the phone and went out to the safe house-when I met with Yue Guangping privately before, he used to fish. A basement rented by the park is equipped with a full set of anti-eavesdropping equipment. But halfway through, I received a text message from Yue Guangping, saying that someone came from his house and asked me to go first. He would be late for about half an hour."

At this time, Yan Xiu found something wrong.

According to Yue Guangping’s previous tone on the phone, what he wanted to tell Jiang Ting should be extremely important and critical, so why can he postpone it for half an hour? ——In the case of Yan Xiu, even if he was just going out to date Jiang Ting, he would not be half an hour late.

Furthermore, Yue Guangping knows that he "may have been targeted by them", so why would he invite temporary visitors in?

Is he so insecure?

"I will always remember that day, January 18. I waited in the basement until three o'clock in the afternoon. Yue Guangping didn't come, did not answer the phone, or the text message." Jiang Ting's tone was a little unstable, and he raised his neck deep. He took a breath and said: "Finally, I can't wait, I left the safe house and drove to Yue Guangping's house. The door of his house was hidden..."

Boom boom boom!

"Takeaway, the takeaway you ordered!" Jiang Ting, wearing the vest and baseball cap of the takeaway boy, stood in front of the door and raised his voice: "Hey! Is there anyone at home!"

Squeak--

The wooden door opened a gap inward.

Jiang Ting's eyebrows twitched, and some kind of panic from nowhere suddenly came to his heart, but it was too late.

The door is completely open, revealing the scene inside the door without any obstruction. Wearing a sweater and long trousers, Yue Guangping lay on his back on the floor of the living room. There was a pile of vomit beside his bluish cheeks. His eyes were hollow and wide, and he had obviously lost his breath.

"..." Jiang Ting didn't have any strength all over, and slowly backed up a few steps.

How come? He thought repeatedly, why?

It's like falling into an intricate labyrinth, and every room hides a covetous nightmare, one by one, never ending.

At this moment, a distant police siren sounded outside the community.

"I immediately went downstairs and drove to escape, but was spotted by the police car. At that time, I had only one thought: I must never be caught by them, because first, I can’t tell, and second, I don’t know that they are real police officers. , Is the beginning of another conspiracy for the King of Spades."

Even if more than three years have passed, Jiang Ting's shoulders still trembled a little while repeating this experience, his hands in his pockets were tightly clenched, and his nails pierced his own without mercy. Skin and flesh.

"Several police cars were chasing behind, and I drove onto the highway... The last memory is that a truck rushed out from the side, and then I hit it head-on, and I didn’t know anything."

——It's like a trapped beast rushing from left to right in a trap, knowing that it is embarrassed on all sides, but still wants to fight out a way to survive, even if it ends up being broken.

In the empty suite, Jiang Ting's calm and clear voice echoed: "That's it, it will be two years and three months after I wake up again."

None of them were talking. After a long time, Yan Xiu finally covered his mouth with his hand, and exhaled a long and deep hot air.

"Yang Mei could not rescue you in the police's net of heaven and earth, so the police car chasing you at that time should be strange. And Yue Guangping's death can basically be determined to be related to the king of spades." Yan Xiu leaned back. On the sofa, the thick black sword eyebrows furrowed, and he muttered: "But who is the ghost he wants to tell you?"

——What kind of identity does this inner ghost have, so that Yue Guangping could not directly report his name on the phone, but had to meet in person and explain the whole story, so that he was killed at a critical moment?

Jiang Ting said: "I don't know, the police car came too fast, and I didn't even have time to enter Yue Guangping's death scene for any inspection. But there is one thing I always worry about, and I still can't figure out why." /

Yan Xi suddenly raised his eyes.

"The last sentence left by Yue Guangping during his lifetime is sorry."

Jiang Ting paused briefly, as if every word had been brewing between his lips and teeth for a long time before he asked gently, word by word:

"If this is the clue he left, why would he think he is sorry for me?"