Chapter 79: No More Pure Souls in This World

In the garbage dump, after Old Yang fired a warning shot, Daxiong still didn't stop. He kept his head down and ran for his life, relying on his familiarity with the surrounding terrain.

Among the five people behind him, although Tang Baiqing and Old Yang's physical condition wasn't great, there were young and strong officers among the remaining police. They ran very fast and were agile, able to jump over small garbage piles, railings, and other obstacles to take shortcuts in pursuit.

Daxiong's physical strength was undoubtedly exceptional, but unfortunately his body weight was too heavy, making him not very fast when running and his movements clumsy.

After both sides had sprinted for over a hundred meters, Daxiong looked back and saw two people had already caught up close behind him. He had originally planned to climb over the railing and slip into the complex terrain of the waste collection point next door, but now there clearly wasn't enough time.

"Whoosh!"

Daxiong made a sudden stop and turned to dive into an alley by the outer wall, planning to continue running along the wet and narrow path.

"Bang!"

The pursuing officers behind were even faster. One held a gun while the other carried a long angle iron picked up from the ground, and they jumped up to strike Daxiong's back.

Daxiong stumbled in pain, his body involuntarily leaning forward, his steps becoming chaotic. His legs tangled and he crashed into the wall with a thud.

As his speed decreased, the two men behind instantly rushed up. One held his gun and shouted: "Don't move, move and I'll shoot you dead!"

"I'll teach you to run!"

Although the other officer saw that Daxiong was built like an iron tower, he still swung the angle iron with both hands, striking Daxiong's right knee several times in succession.

A solid angle iron - if it hit an ordinary person, one strike might have been enough to take them down. But after being hit four or five times, Daxiong was still standing, not falling down, and even raising his knee to dodge.

"Whoosh!"

In these brief two or three seconds, Tang Baiqing, Old Yang, and the other three had also caught up, panting heavily.

In the dim alley entrance, Tang Baiqing, carrying a shovel, looked up and saw Daxiong. He was stunned for a moment before charging forward with bloodshot eyes, cursing through gritted teeth: "Fuck your mother, I'll teach you to run! Huh? Teach you to run!"

With these curses, Tang Baiqing rushed into the alley and, wielding the shovel with both hands, began relentlessly striking at Daxiong's head from the outside.

"Run? You son of a bitch, causing us trouble during New Year's?! I'll just kill you!" Tang Baiqing shouted frantically while beating him.

After him, Old Yang and another officer also rushed in, similarly surrounding Daxiong and beating him in a venting manner.

Daxiong curled up against the wall, repeatedly shouting: "Don't... don't hit me... don't hit me!"

"Stop hitting you? Go fuck yourself! Because of you, you dog, I couldn't even go home for New Year's. I'll kill you!"

"Kneel down, put your hands down, don't protect your head!"

"...!"

All five men had gone red-eyed. They had all been involved in Tang Baiqing's case of taking the fall, and the psychological pressure these past few days had been unprecedented. Especially Tang Baiqing, this madman, who was venting all his recent frustrations through the shovel and violence on Daxiong.

Daxiong might have been able to withstand one person beating him, but who could endure five adults wielding weapons and beating him together?

Daxiong was beaten down, blood covering his head, neck, face, and arms as he lay curled up protecting his head and convulsing on the ground.

After they had vented for a while, Old Yang wiped the sweat from his face and, pointing his gun at Daxiong with his right hand, frowned and ordered: "Put the handcuffs on him."

At these words, two officers pressed down on Daxiong's arms, with one pulling out handcuffs to cuff him.

When Daxiong heard they were going to handcuff him, he suddenly began struggling violently: "Don't... don't put them on... Brother Tang, I'll... I'll go home and tell my parents... I'll return your money... I'm begging you, don't send me back to that place... I don't want to go back there. Please spare me... I'll die in there!"

"Spare you? Who the fuck spared me?!" Tang Baiqing struck Daxiong's head with the shovel, cursing maniacally: "This time I'll make sure you get at least fifteen years, you son of a bitch, rot in prison!"

"Don't move, move again and I'll kill you!" the officer pressing down Daxiong was still trying to intimidate him.

Daxiong struggled violently, relying on his powerful strength, constantly thrashing his arms and shouting: "You... you let me go... I'll... I'll do anything! I'll... be your slave... I'll definitely pay back the seven hundred thousand."

"Don't move, I said don't move!" The officer couldn't even hold down one of Daxiong's arms with both hands.

"Let... let me go!" Daxiong shouted in desperation.

After they had been struggling by the wall for a while, Old Yang looked at Daxiong and shouted through gritted teeth: "Little Gang, get away!"

The officer holding the handcuffs immediately backed away at these words.

"You little idiot, you still dare to resist?!" Old Yang pointed his gun at Daxiong's left calf and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and Daxiong's left calf exploded in a mist of blood.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The scream of agony echoed throughout the garbage dump.

Old Yang held his gun and cursed viciously: "Do you believe I could kill you right here and no one would hold me accountable? Beat you to death and get away with it?!"

Beside him, hearing these words, Tang Baiqing suddenly realized something and instantly said: "That's right, let's just kill him. Shot while resisting arrest, killed on the spot - we could save ourselves a lot of trouble back at the station."

Hearing this, Old Yang glanced at Tang Baiqing: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Tang Baiqing looked at Daxiong on the ground and struck him with the shovel: "Move again and I'll kill you right now!"

On the ground, through the gap between the two officers, Daxiong looked up and saw Tang Baiqing's ferocious expression.

The intense pain in his leg, the fear of handcuffs, despair in humanity, and all his experiences over nearly twenty years converged into countless negative emotions, instantly igniting the rage that had been suppressed in Daxiong's heart for so long.

"Ahhhh!!!"

A scream of agony rang out from beneath the two officers. Seeing they still wanted to press down his arms and handcuff him, Daxiong instinctively used all his strength to struggle and resist.

"Bang!"

The officer on the left couldn't hold Daxiong down and was pushed to sit on the ground.

"Don't grab me! I... I won't go back!" Daxiong struggled to sit up, his eyes red as he pushed away the other person.

"Don't move!"

Tang Baiqing swung the shovel, striking Daxiong's arm again.

Daxiong blocked with his left arm while his right hand groped around on the ground, instantly grabbing something hard. Without thinking, he stabbed it toward the officer in front of him.

"Squelch!"

As fate would have it, with this one strike, the officer who was crouching directly in front of Daxiong had his throat pierced through by an iron pincer used for breaking walls.

"Thud!"

The man fell backward immediately, clutching his throat and convulsing.

"You still dare to fight back!" Tang Baiqing was standing just half a meter away on the outside. The alley was very dark, and he thought the officer had just been pushed down by Daxiong. Not seeing that the officer's throat had been stabbed, he raised the shovel to strike again.

"Bang!"

Daxiong suddenly sprang up, still gripping the iron pincer.

Tang Baiqing, who had just stepped forward, was pushed aside by Daxiong's body. He stumbled backward, looked down, and saw that although the officer was covering his throat with both hands, blood was unstoppably spurting through his fingers.

Beside them, Old Yang, who had been holding his gun pointed at Daxiong, was also stunned.

Daxiong had sprung up with his body pressed against the other two officers, as they had been trying to hold his arms to handcuff him.

"Slap!"

Daxiong grabbed one person on his left - standing straight, he towered over the other by a head and a half. His mind was completely blank now as his right hand gripped the iron pincer and began frantically stabbing at the other's head.

"Don't move!" Old Yang stepped back, holding his gun and shouting in panic. His gun barrel moved left and right as he saw his colleague entangled with Daxiong.

After stabbing the officer in front of him four or five times, Daxiong heard Old Yang's shout and suddenly turned his head, unhesitatingly stepping toward him.

"Bang!"

Although Old Yang saw his colleague standing together with Daxiong, at this moment he was so terrified that he fired purely in self-defense, without any thought for his colleague's safety.

They were just one step apart. As Daxiong stepped forward, his left hand grabbed Old Yang's wrist and forcefully pressed it down.

"Bang bang bang!"

Rapid gunshots rang out, kicking up clouds of dust from the ground.

"Don't... don't...!"

Old Yang's arm strength was no match for Daxiong's. After failing to raise his arm twice, he was completely panicked and began backing away, trying to beg for mercy.

"Squelch, squelch...!"

Daxiong gripped the iron pincer, his body practically straddling Old Yang as he stabbed his neck and head three or four times.

"Thud!"

Old Yang fell backward.

Beside them, the remaining officer and Tang Baiqing were terrified. Although they hadn't seen how the first person had fallen, they had witnessed with their own eyes the scene of Old Yang and the other being stabbed.

Before Old Yang fell, Daxiong's iron pincer had practically destroyed the right side of his face, literally tearing it open.

"Don't... you... you don't...!" The last remaining officer kept backing up, his body already against the wall without realizing it. He fumbled for his holster in panic, trying three times but failing to draw his gun.

Daxiong turned around, stepped up to him, used his left hand to press down the arm reaching for the gun, and again raised the iron pincer with his right hand, stabbing the other's throat three times.

"Hiss hiss!"

Blood vessels burst, spraying blood at least twenty or thirty centimeters high. The officer wailed, clutching his throat as he fell to the ground, his body violently convulsing in the dirt.

Tang Baiqing, holding his shovel, stared at Daxiong in disbelief before turning to run.

Daxiong caught up in two steps, grabbing Tang Baiqing's collar from behind. He just stepped back once, and the other fell backward with a thud.

"Don't... don't... Wu Shixiong, don't kill me, I'm begging you!"

Daxiong straddled Tang Baiqing's body, looking down at him as he shouted, stuttering: "...We're all... all human, why... why does everyone bully me? Why do you all have to bully me?!!"

"Wu... Wu Shixiong, I... I won't make you go back to detention, and I don't want the money anymore..."

"Why don't you have any com... compassion?" Daxiong pressed Tang Baiqing's head with his left hand, saying with empty eyes: "The feeling of... of not being able to resist doesn't feel good, does it? I've killed people now, really killed this time, one more won't matter."

"Wu Shixiong!!!"

"Squelch!"

Daxiong suddenly swung his arm, and the iron pincer directly pierced through Tang Baiqing's throat, pinning him to the ground.

"Gurgle gurgle!"

After two seconds, blood began continuously spurting from Tang Baiqing's mouth and nose.

Daxiong stood up, picked up the nearby shovel, carefully aimed the blade at Tang Baiqing's neck, slowly raised his arm, and swung down hard.

"Slash!"

The shovel swept through, half-severing Tang Baiqing's neck.

Daxiong didn't run. He carried the shovel and made a round of all five men, chopping at each of their necks several more times.

In the moonlight, Daxiong was covered in blood, shot in the leg, his arm grazed by Old Yang's bullet. He looked back toward the way they had come, his gaze empty.

That leap from the second floor of the Police Bureau Hospital had been Daxiong's first act of resistance against life.

Killing five people in the garbage dump alley was the explosive release of negative emotions suppressed for nearly twenty years.

The shovel had severed all past connections; from now on, he would write his own life story!

A young man who thought slowly and moved clumsily had thus entered this world of rivers and lakes, carrying a body full of rage.

......

Two hours later, in the Xinaluo living village.

Xu Er, hiding in Liang Feng's home, had fallen asleep.

"Ring ring!"

A phone ring suddenly sounded, and Xu Er jerked awake, looking at Liang Feng, who immediately picked up the phone from the bed and said: "It's... it's Old Black!"

"Answer it, ask what he wants," Xu Er replied.

Liang Feng answered the phone: "Hello? Big Brother!"

"I'm in Xinaluo, at the west side intersection of the main street in your living village," the man's voice was low on the phone. "Come out and find me now."

Liang Feng was completely stunned.

Just five or six hours ago, Liang Feng had finished calling Old Black, who had said he would come in the next few days. Who could have imagined that Old Black would arrive here in just a few hours!