Chapter 778 - 670: This Terrifying Execution

Chapter 778: Chapter 670: This Terrifying Execution

Secretary Hou showed a satisfied smile, slapped Li Shang’s shoulder heavily, speaking half congratulations and half final warning:

"Good! Good! Good! Captain Li... Ah no, I think soon we should be calling you Director Li.

Do your best. Everything you do, Mr. Wang will see it. Don’t worry, if anyone dares to attack you, to trip you up, don’t be afraid, we act upright and have nothing to fear from shadows.

Believe that Mr. Wang is forever your strongest support."

On the surface, Li Shang’s face was full of determination, nodding heavily, his eyes blazing.

Hou Wendong said no more, turned and opened the ward door, his figure disappearing into the light and shadow of the corridor.

The door clicked softly shut.

Li Shang’s face fell, and inwardly he couldn’t help but complain:

"Indeed, Mr. Wang Xinfa is the strongest support behind me, but also the sharpest blade pressed against my back."

He sighed, efficiently tore off the hospital gown, and quickly changed into the Patrol Office uniform.

Once he put on his favorite clothes, he felt the stabbing pain in his head lessen significantly.

Power is the best medicine!

Li Shang pulled the ward door open, and instructed the few constables standing by the door:

"Send someone, have the hospital quickly wake up Erbing, I’m taking you to handle a big case, once it’s done, we’ll all get promoted together!"

The faces of the four constables were all excited and thrilled.

"Yes!"

One constable immediately took the order, running quickly towards the doctor’s office.

Soon, almost the same scene repeated itself.

The supervising doctor, holding the same "Forced Awakening Instructions and Risk Notification," quickly arrived in front of Li Shang, who was already neatly dressed and had a stern expression.

"Captain Li, the patient’s body is still very weak, the risk of forced awakening..."

Li Shang waved his hand, rudely interrupting the doctor, directly grabbing the notification, turning to the last page, not even glancing at the lengthy clauses, and signed his name.

The handwriting was fierce, nearly cutting through the paper.

He stuffed the notification back into the doctor’s hand, with an icy tone, saying something nearly identical to the rhetoric Hou Wendong had just used:

"Please execute immediately, Erbing is a veteran elite of the Patrol Office, Zone 9’s security needs him, I also believe he can’t wait to wake up and fight crime."

The supervising doctor was stunned for a moment, having to suspect that Li Shang was pretending to faint just now, eavesdropping on Secretary Hou’s conversation with him.

Otherwise, how could he speak so similarly?

This was the doctor’s misunderstanding of Li Shang; he was indeed in a coma, he simply was worried about his good brother after waking up.

After all, so-called good brothers are about facing difficulties together, sharing joys and sorrows, no one can be left behind.

Chang Erbing woke up very quickly and urgently, walking to Li Shang with eyes brimming with tears.

The two shared a fierce embrace in the hospital corridor, celebrating surviving once again, and another sharing of trials and tribulations.

The scene was truly moving, causing the four constables beside them to feel strongly envious.

The only pity was that this brotherly embrace was missing one... brother.

.....

Ma Bin absolutely did not intentionally ignore the call from his "brother" and pretend to be dead.

He wasn’t Feng Ju either, guilty conscience like a thief, he was always... open and straightforward with his brothers.

It’s just that his current situation was really... hard to talk about, inconvenient to answer calls.

He was afraid that if Li Shang and Chang Erbing were too enthusiastic, insisting on finding him, it might scare them into having some mishap.

At this moment, Ma Bin was not in the Blood Rose Bar, but in a secluded house.

The air was filled with the unique smell of an old house, a mix of dust mites and mildew, along with a faint scent of decaying meat.

This house was not large, simply furnished, even to the point of being called shabby, and its owner was a "living" being that didn’t actually exist.

That is, this "person" existed vividly in the Executive Government’s citizen system’s electronic files — with regularly updated identification information, scattered records of utility expenses, and even various consumption flows.

Everything seemed like it belonged to a real, living person, but in reality, this person had long died in some remote corner of Zone 9.

Ma Bin still had several such safe houses under his control.

With his identity as the leader of the Cyan Wolf Gang, he could utilize money and manpower, as well as the "friendship" passed down from the previous leader with certain officials in the Executive Government departments.

(ps: referring to the transaction details between the original Cyan Wolf Gang and some low to mid-level officials, detailed in Chapter 72.)

Although these officials didn’t hold very high positions, Ma Bin didn’t engage in any outrageous acts, but creating a few "safe houses" out of thin air was really no difficult matter.

These safe houses were meticulously prepared bit by bit in secret by him.

The initial purpose was to ensure that someday, when members of the organization made moves in Zone 9, there would be an absolutely reliable hideout, offering additional safety assurance.

Yet he had never expected, the first person forced to use this place would actually be himself.

He really had no other way!!

After all, he didn’t expect that the [Mask] resurrected zombie elder would be so "dutiful," so obedient.

Ma Bin just sat on an old sofa, the leather surface had already cracked, revealing the dull-colored sponge underneath.

The furniture in the safe house all came as a package, Ma Bin never did any renovations, anyway, [Destiny’s] brothers and sisters were never picky about living conditions.