Chapter 8, Murder Night (2)

"Please... don't... kill... me... I... beg... you... spare... me..."

Let us go..." Qiao Si cleaned the knife and put it in his bosom, striding away. After the impulse, in order not to leave any clues for the police, Huang Tingli reluctantly picked up the cigarette and matches again, placed them in his bosom, and left.

The words of the informant shattered the last shred of hope for Qiao Si. These informants were none other than the very individuals who had previously subjected Qiao Si and his companions to brutal punishment, leaving them seething with resentment and enduring great suffering. Since the other party had already recognized the four of them, there was nothing more to be said.

Flames soared into the sky, as Qiao Sisi and his companions stood in the rain, laughing maniacally, allowing the rainwater to drench their long hair, before striding away.

Qiao Si gently washed his blood-stained hands with rainwater, being very meticulous, ensuring that every gap between his fingers and each nail was thoroughly cleaned

For the vast majority of ordinary people, committing murder for the first time is a difficult and nerve-wracking experience. However, for Qiao Sisi and his companions, it was different. Although they felt nervous while planning and waiting to kill, once they took action and saw blood, each of them became increasingly excited, and they even seemed eager to do it again. This kind of talent is not something everyone possesses. A youth with such a talent must be extremely wicked and cruel.

Killing, dancing, smoking, and drinking. After a night of excitement, Qiao Si and the others sat wearily on the ground, smoking and each holding a bottle of Erguotou, drinking while deliberately spilling the liquor on their clean clothes. The smell of cigarettes effectively soothed the excited nerves of the four, with faint wisps of smoke continuously rising and filling the small room, lingering for a long time. Perhaps Qiao Si was more sensitive; he always felt an unremovable smell of blood on the four of them. Fortunately, the scent of alcohol could effectively mask this nauseating odor of blood. The smell of cigarettes effectively soothed the excited nerves of the four, with faint wisps of smoke continuously rising and filling the small room, lingering for a long time. Perhaps Qiao Si was more sensitive; he always felt an unremovable smell of blood on the four of them. Fortunately, the scent of alcohol could effectively mask this nauseating odor of blood.

The rain fell increasingly heavier, and on the winding, muddy path, the rainwater mixed with blood gradually converged into a faintly red stream, flowing forward

"Call out, call out, damn it, stop playing dead, stand up, behave yourself for me." The three police officers, attracted by Huang Tingli's gaze, never expected that the four little brats would dare to resist.

Damn it, stop right there, didn't you hear the instructions?

"Stop..." Just as Qiao Si and the others were about to lower their heads and walk away quickly, they still aroused the suspicion of the police. In the dead of night, with heavy rain falling, four young men walking alone in the rain would raise doubts not only in the minds of the police but also among ordinary people.

As the saying goes, enemies do not gather unless there is a reason. Heaven always seems to enjoy playing tricks on people. Just as Qiao Si and his companions were walking in the rain, nearing Lao San's home, three patrolling police officers suddenly approached them. On a gloomy, rainy day, natural disasters and human misfortunes create the perfect conditions for crimes to occur. It is said that human plans cannot compare to the plans of heaven. Although the heavy rain helped Qiao Si and his companions conceal their wrongdoing, it simultaneously attracted the attention of the patrolling officers.

"Damn it, you think you can act so wildly? You dare to provoke me, and even kick me... damn..." After kicking for a while, Huang Tingli felt a bit tired. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tried to light one for a long time but failed. The rain was pouring heavily, soaking both the cigarettes and the matches. Frustrated after failing to light a cigarette for so long, Huang Tingli angrily threw the cigarettes and matches on the ground

Upon returning to Old Three's residence, Qiao Sisi and the others quickly removed their clothes and shoes, dried themselves, and changed into the clothes they had prepared earlier. They then gathered all the tools used in the crime, along with the discarded clothing, gloves, and shoes, wrapped them together, and handed them to Old Three. Taking advantage of the fact that the sky and the books had not yet brightened, they tied them to a stone and threw them into the Heilongjiang River

Help! The police are beating people! Help!

Hahaha... Zhang Yan's pleas for mercy were met with the sinister and wild laughter of Qiao Si and the others, accompanied by the lightning in the sky. Qiao Si, like a malevolent spirit, slowly took out a box of matches.

Huang Tingli, who had been kicked, fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and rolling back and forth, acting like a rogue.

"Hahaha... how delightful!" The audacious Hao Quezi laughed heartily at the heavens, while simultaneously pulling out his genitals and urinating on the corpse of the fallen officer. Huang Tingli was desperately kicking the head of the officer in front of him, muttering incantations as he did so.

Zhang Yan seemed to smell gasoline, weakly raising her hands repeatedly, desperately struggling and writhing her body. Hao the cripple wore a cruel smile as he forcefully removed the rag that was stuffed in her mouth. A soft and pitiful moan emerged, and Zhang Yan weakly said.

Damn it, it's you little brats again. Stand straight and don't move.

Bright red blood spurted out, but was quickly washed away by the rain. The thug who had lost an arm screamed in pain, showing no spirit of a warrior making a sacrifice, and turned to flee. However, Huang Tingli would not give him such an opportunity. With lightning and thunder, Huang Tingli, like a soul-reaping specter from hell, swung his long knife again and again, striking down on the thug's head. Xiao Ke and the limping Hao had already taken down the last thug, leaving him in a gruesome state, ensuring that even his mother would not recognize him. With lightning and thunder, Huang Tingli, like a soul-reaping specter from hell, swung his long knife again and again, striking down on the thug's head. Xiao Ke and the limping Hao had already taken down the last thug, leaving him in a gruesome state, ensuring that even his mother would not recognize him

Zhang Yan lay on the ground, convulsing incessantly. Looking at Zhang Yan, who was barely clinging to life, Qiao Si's face revealed a sinister smile. The smell of gasoline quickly filled the air. Qiao Si poured the two cans of gasoline he had just found over her (in this era, there were no gas stations; gasoline had to be purchased with a ticket from the commune. Leaders like Zhang Tao, who had a dedicated vehicle, generally kept two cans of gasoline at home for emergencies)

Xiao Ke is searching the pockets of three individuals. Having spent too much time with Lao San Huang Tingli, it is inevitable that he has developed some bad habits. Each of the three is surprisingly armed with a handgun. Unfortunately, their alertness is too poor; they clearly had the opportunity to eliminate Qiao Si and the others on the spot, but due to a moment of carelessness, they met their demise.

Just as the speaking police officer kicked the culprit, a long knife was thrust violently into his chest. Qiao Si's ferocious face was pressed close to his, rainwater dripped down his hair, soaking his eyes. One police officer, seeing the situation was dire, hurriedly drew his service weapon. Just as he was about to fire, Huang Tingli, lying on the ground, suddenly leaped up and, with bloodshot eyes, struck down with a knife, severing his wrist.

Ah ... ...

The city party secretary has been killed, and the people's police have been killed. What awaits Qiao Si and the others, who have no way back?

Upon seeing Huang Tingli lying on the ground and refusing to get up, while continuously shouting for help, the three police officers were not only furious. Although it was late at night, and the rain was pouring heavily with not a single passerby on the road, they could not allow this fellow to keep shouting. If someone happened to hear him, the image of the police would be completely ruined.

Huang Tingli was calmly going about his old profession, taking all the cash and food vouchers from Zhang Ye's home. Huang Tingli did not dare to touch anything valuable; he was no fool. No matter how good the money was, one must have a life to spend it. These items were difficult to dispose of, and if discovered by the police, they would undoubtedly become evidence in a murder charge. The crime of murder carried a heavy penalty, and Huang Tingli did not want to take any risks; he did not wish to die young.

Damn it, call me.

Qiao Sisi and his companions stood there honestly, while three thugs arrogantly approached and kicked Lao San Huang Tingli in the stomach

Xiao Ke carefully hid the three guns in his bosom, as they were valuable items that he truly could not bear to leave behind here