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The sound of heavy footsteps echoed outside, and in the cluttered storage room, Sergei gripped his handgun tightly, his body trembling with fear. As the door swung open, instinctively, he pulled the trigger: bang, bang, bang.
Click, click.
After the last bullet fired, he continued to squeeze the trigger reflexively. Xu Li, standing beside the door, smirked as he stepped inside. He lifted a foot and kicked Sergei in the face, sending the overweight man crashing against the wall with a thud.
Dazed, Sergei looked up at the man before him. His mind was still trying to catch up when he heard two gunshots followed by a sharp pain in his arms that contorted his ugly, fat face: "Ah! My hands!"
Xu Li shot him twice in the legs before holstering his weapon. He grabbed Sergei by the scruff of his neck and dragged the two-hundred-plus-pound man from the third-floor storage room down to the lobby, where three disheveled figures were kneeling on the floor, their faces smeared with blood.
Next to them lay a middle-aged man, completely naked, who looked up in terror at Xu Li as he approached with Sergei in tow. Xu Li tossed Sergei to the ground and squatted down to stare at the man for a long moment.
"Isn't this our famous deputy director from Irkutsk?"
"You... you know me?" The middle-aged man stammered.
Xu Li rolled his eyes and stood up, delivering two powerful kicks to the man's face. The middle-aged man trembled violently for a moment before collapsing, lifeless.
Ding ding ding.
Xu Li retrieved his phone from a compartment in his bulletproof vest. "Big Brother," he said. "We've caught Misha; not a single one got away."
Ivan was squatting downstairs in the building, smoking a cigarette despite the biting cold and snow. "I just can't understand it," he said. "Compared to ordinary people who struggle for survival, why do they choose to do these things?
In my years as a police officer, even when we were poor back in Lao Yi's time, we all had our limits. There were things we wouldn't touch. But what has happened to people now? Have they lost their humanity for a bit of money? Don't they have children?"
Xu Li surveyed the scene filled with corpses and noticed a man sitting on the sofa, nursing a gunshot wound to his leg while someone bandaged him up. After a moment of silence, he replied, "Because we are human beings—complex creatures driven by various desires. You should get some rest; I still have things to take care of."
After hanging up the phone, he opened his right hand and shook it slightly; a bright red knife was handed to him by Yuri. "Be careful; it's hot."
Looking at the glowing blade, he nodded towards Sergei, who was trembling uncontrollably. A few burly men stepped forward and stuffed rags into Sergei's mouth before tearing off his clothes and pinning him down. Xu Li crouched down with the red-hot knife while Sergei shook his head desperately, eyes pleading for mercy.
With a sizzling sound that nearly made Sergei's eyes pop out of their sockets, pieces of flesh were pulled from him as he swayed back and forth in shock. "Did those children ever beg you for mercy? They must have earned you quite a bit of money with their lives."
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