Inheritance

With a "snap", the pain exploded in his body, pressing on the injury that was pierced through his back by an iron rod during the fight two days ago and hadn't healed yet.

Immediately, there was a "hulu" from the throat due to the pain, and the whole body tried extremely hard to break free from the shackles.

As if in order to punish him for his disobedience, the belt clip was smashed down several times, running through the entire buttocks.

Chen Jin's strokes were not waterproof at all, and each stroke was [-]% forceful. He lost his temper in an instant, grinned his teeth in pain, and couldn't help complaining about this brother who hadn't seen him for two years, and his hands were too dark.

Seeing that he had given up struggling, the strength of the belt remained undiminished, and it fell off one after another, and the jeans he was wearing at the roadside for 70 yuan were shattered in an instant.

Unable to bear it any longer, he suppressed the low voice in his throat and called out, "Sir."

"Pa" suppressed his voice extremely hard.

He couldn't help but pinch his cuffs to cover his mouth, his eyes were forced to burst into tears, he was really wronged, if something happened, he would question him when he didn't have the slightest greeting, and if he couldn't question him, he would smack him.

This kind of toughness just collapsed completely when it was drawn nearly fifty strokes, and there was a muffled cry in the voice, "Brother, it hurts..."

Only then did Chen Jin stop raising his hands in mid-air, sighed deeply, picked up his collar, and pushed him back to the passenger seat with a flick of his hand.

The injury behind me hit the not-so-soft back of the seat, it felt really uncomfortable, and it bounced up almost immediately, but there is only so much space in the car, and I could only bounce there with one hand, shivering while supporting the seat The false leaning.

He secretly glanced at Chen Jin twice, swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, and lowered his head, completely prepared to be scolded.

Chen Jin threw the belt in his hand, folded his hands on his lap, "Are you doing it for revenge?"

Hit the nail on the head.

He clenched his back teeth, his cheeks were tense, and he opened his mouth to say two words, "No."

Chen Jin raised his hand and slapped him mercilessly on the face, and red palm prints appeared in an instant, "Are you still a child, you have to be beaten hard to tell the truth?"

He bit his lip hard and stopped answering.

"Back then, you and your teacher's wife were allowed to participate in the witness protection plan to ensure that the master's widow would not be assassinated. Now it's better for you to run directly under the enemy's guns. It's too late, isn't it?"

Pain was exploding all over his face and body, he was so angry that he shook his head and didn't want to answer anything.

Chen Jin held his chin with one hand, turned his face away, and forcefully forced him to raise his head and look at each other, "I can't talk to you now, does it?"

Apart from his father, Chen Jin was the person he feared, feared, and respected the most. He blinked twice to dissipate the moisture in his eyes, and then said sullenly, "Mom... Mom, passed away..."

This sentence condensed the air in the car.

The hand holding his chin loosened suddenly, Chen Jin felt mixed feelings for a moment, and softened his tone, "When did it happen?"

"In the spring of the first year we moved to the United States, my mother was not well." He lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice, but he didn't feel like crying at all. After crying in the dark around that time, the tears in this life were much less.Now it seems like it is just stating a sad thing that happened to someone else, "I left at the end of the year, and she and her father couldn't be buried together, so I left her in the United States."

What kind of feeling is this? His parents left early, and they couldn’t be buried together when they died. He couldn’t even appear in front of his father for Qingming worship. Now even to visit his mother’s grave, he has to go across the ocean to the United States, where there is no sense of returning home. exotic...

And he didn't fight or make trouble, he endured it silently, went to the police academy alone, and walked so far before walking back to his senior brother.

After saying this, he lowered his head and said nothing more.

Chen Jin couldn't bear to see him like this, raised his hand and gently rubbed the dazzling hair, "Tell me, is it because of the teacher's case that you came undercover."

This time he didn't hide anything anymore and nodded.

Chen Jin rubbed his head more vigorously, turned his head and sighed, and called him by his English name, "William, you are too young, you can't get to the core if you only trace Wang Dake's line. Just Netherfiend pups."

"You know Netherfiend." He was a little surprised, and suddenly broke his brother's shoulder, a little excited, "You know more, don't you, what else do you know, tell me."

"Calm down." Chen Jin pushed him back onto the co-pilot and scolded him, "It's still frizzy after all these years." Unable to bear his piercing expectant eyes, he lowered his voice for a while, and then said, "Although Wang Dake is My little one, but I can still find out some routes about Netherfiend’s goods, although it’s insignificant, but we have no way to know more now. Your father was assassinated because he got the internal list of Netherfiend..."

That has always been a past that he didn't want to bring up in his heart. His father died in his home, and a fire burned everything to ashes. Fortunately, his grandma in the country had an emergency that night, and his mother took him to the country together. Just escaped this robbery.

That fire was the mark of the end of his boyhood, and it was painfully burned in his memory.

Chen Jin sighed, and called the baby name that no one called for many years, "Wait, sometimes it's dangerous to know too much. After this undercover investigation is over, I'll go back to the police academy. After graduation, I'll just be an ordinary policeman. "

"Sir." He changed into a business-like tone, and stared at his brother seriously, his eyes were almost obsessively stubborn, "You just need to order me to do what, as for my going or staying, you really have no right." put one's oar in."

Chen Jin nodded sullenly.

Pulling back the belt that was thrown in front of the car, Chen Ting shivered back in fright, the terrible pain was awakened, and every cell in his body exploded in fear.

He stared at the swarthy belt, swallowed his saliva twice, and analyzed the situation in front of him. It was really not suitable for hard resistance, and it was better to be soft than anything else.

"I... I have an injury on my back... I can't... I can't take it anymore."

Chen Jin stared at him, holding the hand of the belt, Ling Kong tapped him twice in front of him, then threw his hand aside.

"Come here, let me see."

He rubbed back against the seat twice, "No...no need."

"Come here!" Chen Jin couldn't bear to yell at him, and the intimidating person immediately gave in, obediently leaned forward, put his hands on his brother's lap, and bent over his lap like the big golden retriever raised at home before behave in a spoiled manner.

Chen Jin lifted off his not-so-thick hoodie, revealing his entire back covered with various new and old wounds, and the stick wound running diagonally across his entire back was still bruised.

For a long while, the whole car was silent.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, he licked his lips and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what he could say.

"How did you do it?" Chen Jin broke the calm appropriately.

"Brother Ten gave me a dozen venues under his name. There are always troubles in those bars and karaoke halls. It is always inevitable that there will be fights and collisions."

His father, who was a senior inspector before, and Chen Jin, a man of the police school, taught him a lot of self-defense skills. He learned a lot about the belt and belt, but he didn't take it seriously. Later, he finally learned some trivial things and used them all in group fights. Not even a little bit.Now mixed in gangs, of course the fighting skills taught in the police force can't be used for fear of being seen out of the routine, and the self-defense skills were not seriously learned in childhood. This group of people rely on their own groping, and bumps and bumps are of course inevitable.