Chapter 117: I'll Play You to Death with Rumors

  You can arrest me, I'll let you arrest me, but when the time comes, you have to release me.

  You're even more arrogant than before, with so many foolish people around you, what can you do?

  Aren't you a self-proclaimed victim? You don't dare to stay at home, so you stay in hotels. No matter where you stay, the floors above and below are all fully occupied with people playing cards, drinking, scolding, banging on walls, and couples having loud sex...

  The goal is one, you bastard wants to sleep, no way, tormenting you is just the beginning, not letting you go crazy until I die. Dare to frame Director Zhang, no matter if you are a public figure or not, will be tormented to death.

  Chu Chu initially still held onto the hope that a big shot would come forward, but the big shot didn't come forward and only told her to hold on; she fantasized that after this matter was exposed, there would be a large crowd coming forward, and she was still quite confident in her public image. However, neither online nor any media had any news about it. She thought of posting a plea for help on her personal website, but when she got on the computer, she discovered that all the network information she had controlled was instantly blacked out.

  The phone was flooded with countless short messages.

  As soon as I turn on my phone, it's either a barrage of incoming texts or non-stop calls, and when I answer, all I get is a stream of curses.

  Finally, the phone was free for a few seconds, and Chu Chu anxiously called her hometown. As soon as she made the call, she went crazy, rushing out of the room, screaming non-stop in the hotel corridor, tears streaming down her face, hair disheveled, voice hoarse, completely losing her usual elegance, eyes red and swollen, stomping her feet, screaming and cursing.

  "Get out of my way, I'm going all out with you guys today."

  Hands slammed fiercely on the door of each room, feet also ignored the pain of wearing slippers and kicked continuously. Just a few days ago, I thought I could climb to a high branch, but it turned out to be a devastating disaster, not only was I in agony wanting to go crazy, but also my family...

  Both parents are ordinary workers, and no one has disturbed the old man's life. However, in recent days, many people have been spreading rumors within the old factory compound, saying that Old Chu's daughter is framing someone outside, that she let the good public servant director be deceived by Old Chu's daughter, and that Old Chu's daughter is a home wrecker...

  What's heard is passed on, what's disgusting is spread, and it's not just for one day, nor is it just one person passing it on. Many housewives in the neighborhood received welfare from the factory - 100 eggs, 100 kg of rice, several boxes of fruit, plus some leaders' subtle hints. After returning home, these gossipy housewives started spreading vicious rumors, and the two elderly people, who hadn't even met those people, were so affected by the rumors that they didn't dare come out of their door. Those pairs of eyes with ulterior motives made them unbearable.

  All relatives were affected and couldn't bear it.

  The two elderly people were not directly affected, but all the relatives who were directly affected could no longer continue their lives. Those who had jobs were all laid off, and those who did business all lost money. One of them opened a supermarket, but for several days, there wasn't a single customer coming in. In front of his door, every six hours, there would be over a dozen fierce-looking men standing at the entrance of the supermarket.

  Chu Chu smashed from upstairs to downstairs, kicking the door crazily, grabbing a cup on the floor and smashing it towards the doors one by one, ignoring the female police officer's obstruction, continuing to roar...

  ………

  In Sichuan, Zhang Shidong got the organizational message he knew from the mouth of the hook with silver needle paired with gold needle, and the task was released by the organization.

  Mi Rou Rou and Zhan Xiong brought people personally to Sichuan to pick up someone, the plane flew directly to Northeast China. Cai Si Nan returned from the south, bringing enough Mi Rou Rou and his strong men, and with Hu Wang Ye's people setting up a maze near the airport, they successfully transported the person to Pingjiang and handed him over to the virus in the training base.

  In the capital city, in an old-fashioned government office building hidden in the city, Su Xixi gently removed her headphones, calmly stood up, calmly put on her coat, walked out of the door, and looked at a middle-aged man who was watching a movie on his tablet without using earphones: "I'm going to Pingjiang."

  The lecherous uncle didn't put down the tablet, still watching the little movie, the sound echoing far in the corridor, he was completely indifferent and didn't even raise his head, stroking his messy and unkempt goatee: "Are you afraid he can't handle it?"

  "Who dares to bully who will be killed by whom, you know how hard it is for him to live."

  The lecherous old man raised his head, with a facial expression that was very reminiscent of Stephen Chow's in the 90s. He exaggeratedly said: "That stinky little brat lives an easy life, surrounded by beautiful women - young housewives, doctors, career women, models, TV hosts, and even kung fu masters! Little Su, I don't know what kind of temper you have."

  Su Xi's eyes are like a gathering place for wisdom, and when you look at her, you can't help but feel inferior and look away in less than ten seconds. Even the lecherous uncle is no exception, muttering to himself as he looks down at the fallen AV actress on his tablet computer, before suddenly snapping it in half, ignoring the sparks flying everywhere.

  If you listen carefully, you can still hear him muttering: "Damn it, little turtle son, what virtue do you have, I'll beat you up when I see you."

  Su Xi withdrew her sharp gaze and walked along the corridor towards the distant security door made of mixed metals: "It's been more than two years since I last saw him, he has changed a lot."

  Suddenly, the despicable uncle sat up straight, his demeanor changing abruptly, filled with a fierce and attacking aura, as well as a rich and embracing tolerance.

  Su Xiwei remained unmoved: "He, has no heart demon anymore."

  The old man's mouth twitched slightly, his expression complex: "It's time to go back, I'd like to see what this kid is made of."

  ……………

  Southeast Asia, in the tropical rainforest mountains of Vietnam, a bamboo hut is hidden deep in the dense forest.

  The organization, smuggling, drug trafficking, and human trafficking, relying on the population advantages of China, Vietnam, and Thailand, used to rely on human trafficking to start a business, after more than a decade of development reached its peak, the excellent children selected more than a decade ago have all grown up, the organization began to infiltrate the drug industry in the form of mercenaries, with extraordinary skills, also carved out a small piece of territory for itself in the Golden Triangle.

  In the past two years, the gang of "Dropping Heads" has been unstoppable. The boss, nicknamed "The Dropping Head Master", has been splurging money like water in various dens around the world. To satisfy his most primitive desires, he has kidnapped over a hundred beautiful women from different countries and brought them to his stronghold, which is guarded by more than 500 mercenaries. This fortress had successfully resisted military sieges, inflicting heavy casualties on government troops. Later, under the arrangement of "The Dropping Head Master", large sums of money were scattered around, and the surrounding mountains and forests within a radius of tens of kilometers were forgotten by the government, becoming his private domain, where he truly began to enjoy the life of a local emperor.

  Crates of wood piled up with all kinds of wine, worth tens of thousands of yuan, were stacked together.

  The house was playing frenzied music, and all sorts of chaotic scenes were considered normal behavior here.

  The only role of women here is to satisfy men, and satisfying men allows you to survive and get that intoxicating feeling.

  On the coarse desktop, the white powdery substance is not so precious here, everyone is enjoying the dreamy feeling it brings. The bloodthirsty killer needs it to calm his restless mind, and the woman with no status like a slave needs it to maintain the fun of living.

  Music, beauties, wine, powder, cigarettes, and fierce men, all gathered together to form a picture of intoxication and death.

  Xing Xiong held his gun, wandering aimlessly, as the outermost boundary sentinel, he could hear the voices inside. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and from time to time looked inside, still needing three hours to reach the time, hmm, that blonde girl last night was not bad, wonder if anyone will go grab her today.

  "Uh..."

  Xing Xiong's eyes widened, and he only had time to let out a slight hiccup before his neck was snapped. The image of Zhang Shidong was reflected in his eyes, wearing a training uniform that couldn't be identified as belonging to any country. He grabbed the AK47 from Xing Xiong's hand, pulled out a fully loaded magazine from his body, leaned against a tree, wrapped the gun strap around his left hand, held the gun with one hand, and pulled out the dagger from Xing Xiong's body. His body crouched down, and he slipped into the woods.

  Xing stood on the watchtower, holding his gun and taking two steps to the left and right. He then sneaked a peek at the lustful scene inside the big stronghold, and his lower body reacted. As the most inner guard post, it was usually just for show. Who would dare to come to the headquarters of the underground organization?

  Just as I was seeing the exciting part, I felt a chill on the back of my neck, and in an instant, I lost consciousness, and my body was no longer under the control of my brain.

  The sorcerer himself was enjoying the service of four beautiful women with different styles in the bamboo hut at the very center, on the Huang Huali tea table there was a transparent plastic bag weighing about one kilogram opened, and some white powder spilled out onto the tea table as the bag fell over, but no one cared about the loss of the valuable powder. The red wine worth tens of thousands of yuan was being drunk like beer, the four women who were clearly high on something had completely lost their reserve, one was dancing to the wild music, stripping off her clothes and throwing them away, two were already rolling around naked in bed in a 69 position, and the last one was kneeling between the sorcerer's legs, eagerly enjoying his heat, waiting for what came next.

  Suddenly, the shaman's narrowed eyes opened wide, staring at the window that had been propped open, staring at the figure that absolutely did not belong to the base. His body quickly sprang up, and before he could speak, the figure outside accompanied by music turned its back on the room and started dancing, and began singing along with the accompaniment: "We are pests, we are pests..."

  The four women had already entered a state of intoxication, let alone Zhang Shidong was just dancing and singing, even if he demolished the house, the four people who were drunk would have difficulty making normal reactions.

  The sorcerer himself was not poisoned, he was just a bit drunk. This scare woke him up, and as soon as he rolled over, he went to feel the pants hanging on the chair next to his clothes, feeling the gun on top.

  "Ah!" The painful wail of the shaman made the four women aware, and in his agony he kicked out with one foot at the woman crouching down, stretching out a hand to grab the dagger that had been nailed into the chair with its right hand...

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