Genius Detective - Chapter 429

Chapter 429

Chapter 429: Mailed Pistols

Volume 29: Armed With Weapons

On the night of July 16th, a van full of cargo was driving on the highway in the suburbs . Two people in the car were holding cigarette butts and staring nervously at the road illuminated by the lights . Occasionally, they said one or two words to break the silence .

"Have the people over at the pier arrived yet? You should call them!"

"Ah, how many times have we called? Don't worry, there won’t be any problems . Just get ready to count the money when the goods are delivered!”

"I'm still a little worried . "

"What are you worrying about? We’ve passed through several toll booths safely . If the police are targeting us, they would have long since taken action . ”

"I hope so!"

"Can’t you stop with all the negative words all the time? It's really unlucky . . . Pei, pei, pei[1]!"

The driver's cell phone rang . When answering the phone, the body of the car started trembling . The two heard a loud bang . It seemed that the tires had burst and the four tires had burst together .

Then, a bright light came from the field ahead and the two screamed . An ambush!

The van with the flat tires couldn’t move at all as the off-road vehicle ahead of them came rushing over violently, running into them and knocking over their van . They rolled over a few times in the field and when they stopped, the body of the car had already been seriously deformed . The two people inside were knocked unconscious with their heads covered in blood .

Two people jumped out of the off-road vehicle and one of the big men stepped forward, reaching into the car window . He cut their throats skillfully and they stopped breathing with their last gasp .

The other person was wearing gloves and began to search through the scattered goods . There were mandarins in the boxes, but under each box were pistols wrapped in baking paper . There were a total of sixteen guns .

These smuggled guns that were worth a million yuan were casually packed into a big black bag . The man with the guns then whistled to signal his companion to get in the car .

After getting in the car, the throat-cutter asked, "I still don't understand . Why do such a thing?"

"We’re fulfilling orders to get money . Are you unhappy with having money?"

"Do you dare to spend it though? The police are already targeting you . " The companion sneered . "You’re getting really cowardly now . You only take on risk-free work . When will we find the police to settle the score?!"

"Haha, are you still thinking about this?" He patted his companion's shoulder . "What's the point of a game without an opponent? We’re able to get where we are because we’re cautious . "

"I want to kill someone! I want to commit a crime alone and leave down my name in history instead of wearing the fictional name ‘Zhou Xiao’ . " The companion rubbed the blade in his fingers .

"Don’t rush . When the time is right, I’ll let you go out and make a big commotion . . . And this experiment is what I wanted to do long ago . Think about what wonderful reactions would come about when an ordinary person with hatred gets a gun . ”

The companion smiled with interest . "The police will be tortured to the point of being terribly defeated . "

"And isn’t it fun for us to watch on the side?" He started the car . "Let’s do the delivery!"

The companion suddenly said, "It seems like it’ll rain . . . My shoulder is starting to hurt again . "

In the early morning of July 17th, Wang Xu was woken up by the alarm clock and got up to put on his clothes . The window was covered with raindrops from last night . He walked out of the bedroom and saw his mother sleeping on the sofa reeking of alcohol . The TV was left on the whole night and was just displaying a screen of white noise . The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts and the whole living room was filled with the pungent smell of smoke .

His mother was still dressed up in nightclub clothes, with a gaudy red skirt and black fishnet stockings . The makeup on her face was drawn on like a ghost and no matter how thick the makeup was, it couldn’t cover the growing wrinkles on the corners of her eyes .

Wang Xu wrinkled his nose in disgust, picked up his mother's wallet, and took his pocket money for the day . Although there was a few hundred yuan in the wallet, he didn't touch them . Instead, he picked out a twenty .

When he thought of going to school, he was in a heavy mood, but he couldn't miss school . If he skipped class and the teacher's phone call reached home, his mother would play out a bitter drama act, saying how she worked so hard in the clubs just for him . She’d say that she raised him with abundant food and accommodation, yet he couldn’t even study properly . Then, she’d start crying about her miserable life again and how she was impregnated by Wang Xu’s father before she got married, had to drop out of school to give birth . And then she’d talk about how the man was caught by the police while she raised the child alone, as if her miserable life was all Wang Xu's fault .

Wang Xu had shouted more than once during their quarrels asking why she gave birth to him at the time if she didn’t want him . His mother's answer was either more violent crying or a slap in his face, depending on her mood at the time .

Later, in his biology class, Wang Xu found out about the "mystery" between men and women, and despised irresponsible mothers even more . It turned out that his birth was for the joy of the process . This woman's whole life was stupid and she lived like an animal that could talk .

Wang Xu carried his school bag on his back and was about to leave . Suddenly, he found a shoe box beside the door with a note reading, "Wang Xu to personally receive . " The note was wet and crumpled, as if it was drenched in rain .

Wang Xu was a bit startled . Which courier was so capable that they could put it in the house?

After thinking about it for a while, something seemed wrong . There was no delivery note on the box . Besides, he didn't have any friends outside the city and his father in the prison couldn't send things out . In fact, he rarely even sent letters to him .

Wang Xu opened the box and found it filled with crumpled newspaper shreds with a dark object in the middle .

He opened his mouth in surprise . This . . . This was a gun!

Upon touching it, he could feel the coldness of the hard metal . This gun was very heavy and seemed to be real . The inscriptions above were all in English, so he didn’t know what model it was .

In addition to the gun, there was a box of bullets .

He poured the bullets in his palm . The texture seemed very real . Then, he pulled the cartridge out, pressed the bullets in, and then inserted the cartridge back . There was a dial on the side of the gun, which was probably the safety .

He hadn’t eaten pork, but had watched a pig run . After all, he often got exposed to firearms in games and movies . He knew how to use[2] the gun and how to aim .

After opening the safety, Wang Xu held the gun in his hand and aimed with one eye closed . There was a subtle resistance from the trigger . As long as it was pulled hard enough, the bullet would be fired out .

Of course, he didn’t dare to shoot . The gunshot would be very loud and the whole building would hear it . His mother would be woken up as well .

Ah, right, wouldn't this gun have been brought back by mother?

But the words on the note weren’t written by my mother . Besides, how could a dancer in a nightclub get a gun? This looks like the real thing!

After pondering for a while, Wang Xu hid the gun full of bullets in his school bag as he took the box downstairs and threw it away .

This dangerous thing was in his school bag . He felt weird, but at the same time, he also had an inexplicable sense of security . If Dahu bullied him again today, he would use this gun to scare Dahu .

After making up his mind, a smile appeared on Wang Xu's face .

1 . Chinese version of “touchwood” .  

2 . Editor Conspiracing’s note: The author wrote “transport the gun” here, but we’re unsure what they meant by that, so we wrote “use” instead .