born criminal

When he received Fang Xing's call, Chen Jian had already sat in the office for five hours.At first, he was thinking about how to deal with the UNPO investigators, but then his thoughts drifted away, wandering in a boundless void, where there was nothing but comfortable and nostalgic.

His secretary and confidant knocked on the door and came in, telling him that Zhao Yiwen from the auditing department was reviewing the government's accounts for the past few years to ensure that his feet would not be exposed by then.He persuaded Chen Jian to go back to sleep, Chen Jian nodded in response, when the phone rang, he picked it up, not knowing what the other party said, suddenly his face changed, a fierce vertical line formed between his brows.

The secretary yelled that it was not good, and took a few steps back silently. When closing the door, he heard Chen Jian vaguely say, okay, I'll come here alone, don't touch him.

Yang Zhou sat on the ground, leaning against a cold metal cabinet.His hands were tied behind his back with rough rope, although it was completely unnecessary—due to the special drug Douglas had injected, his muscles were so relaxed that he couldn't exert much strength.

Fang Xing punched him again, and the lights above his head shattered into thousands of pieces, spinning non-stop, forming a bright vortex.Yang Zhou swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, Fang Xing squatted down, pulled his hair, and looked at him indifferently.

Perhaps because of venting, his expression was no longer so distorted and terrifying, and he was free to talk to Yang Zhou: "Do you know what I hate about you the most?"

Yang Zhou's face was swollen, and there were several slap marks on it.A strand of wet hair was stuck to the ear, and bright red blood beads slid down the hair.He coughed twice, frowned and endured the fishy sweetness, then turned his head with difficulty, and said to Fang Xing: "I know. Because Chen Jian likes me, and you have been by his side for so many years, he didn't—"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Xing had already grabbed his neck. "Shut up!" He bumped Yang Zhou's head against the metal cabinet back and forth, Yang Zhou had difficulty breathing, and stared at him without blinking, his eyes were as cold as water, full of sarcasm.

Douglas rushed over to rescue him, and Fang Xing finally let go after some entanglement. Yangzhou leaned limply against the cabinet, as if he was out of breath.

"What are you doing? Your target is B75, and we are going to use him to threaten Chen Jian." Douglas pulled Fang Xing aside and poured him a glass of water. Fang Xing remained silent with a gloomy face.

They were in a bright, empty hall, simply furnished, at the intersection of several passages.The three of them waited with different moods, Fang Xing's resentful eyes occasionally passed over Yang Zhou, and then moved away in disgust.After a while, when he couldn't bear to call Chen Jian again, footsteps finally sounded in the distance.

Chen Jian rushed over anxiously, and repeatedly told himself to keep calm.He saw Yangzhou at the first sight—his back was facing him, sitting listlessly on the ground, his legs curled up, his right shoulder resting on the metal cabinet, like a pile of precarious building blocks, which would all collapse in a second.

Indescribable anger burned in Chen Jian's heart, he looked away with difficulty, took a deep breath, turned his head and asked Fang Xing, "What do you want to do?"

Fang Xing had already stood up from his chair and walked a few steps towards him.The two confronted each other in the middle of the hall.

"UNPO's investigation team is coming soon. Where's the B75? Now is an excellent opportunity to use the B75. What are you waiting for?" Fang Xing noticed Chen Jian's clenched fists and serious expression, and his heart beat a little.He had never seen Chen Jian like this before, like a bunch of gunpowder with red stars twinkling, only a little bit away from exploding.His tone softened. In fact, his attitude towards Chen Jian has never been too tough. "There is no other way. We must be independent. If B75 is released, the outside will be in chaos for a while. I believe it will take at least half a year for scientists to find a way to restrain it." .We are taking advantage of this time to develop the economy and…”

"Who will follow you?" Chen Jian coldly interrupted Fang Xing's excited statement. This plan made him want to laugh, but he caught a glimpse of Yang Zhou's back from the corner of his eye, his heart ached, and his tone suddenly became sharp, "Base No. [-] How many people died in the war? I don’t think you know. I will not let this kind of tragedy happen to Base One.”

Fang Xing was overwhelmed by his question, his face flushed.His hoarse voice sounded like he was beating on a slack drum, "Freedom always has a price!"

Chen Jian didn't answer, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Xing, his eyes were strange and complicated.Fang Xing and him looked at each other, panting more and more quickly.Why?Why can he look down on himself?Why is he so condescending?They are clearly the same type of people!

The skin of his whole body was burning, and the fire came from nowhere, which scorched him to the marrow of his bones.Fang Xing took a few steps back, stopped beside Yang Zhou, and grabbed his hair.

Yangzhou raised his head, revealing the redness and wounds on his face.Chen Jian's chest rose and fell violently, and it was the first time he felt such a strong killing intent piled up in his heart.

"What are you doing?" he asked sharply.

Fang Xing showed a weird smile. He took out a gun from his back waist, loaded it with a "click", and pressed it against Yang Zhou's temple.

Chen Jian's face changed drastically, he took a step forward very slowly, and repeated the downward movement of the hand hanging by his side, not knowing whether he was restraining himself or comforting Fang Xing. "Put the gun down," he whispered.

Crazy and distorted currents of pleasure ran around Fang Xing's body, washing away all self-loathing. He felt lighter and fuller than ever before, and laughed more and more wantonly, "Why, are you afraid?"

Yangzhou is awake, unlike Fang Xing who is almost insane, although his life is at the point of someone else's gun, his expression is still calm.He met Chen Jian's gaze, and slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, as if greeting him.

Chen Jian stood motionless, like a sculpture.Douglas on the side raised his gun at him, "Mr. Chen, can we discuss it now? Where is B75?"

"Chen Jian," Yang Zhou said weakly, "don't tell him."

"Shut up!" Fang Xing raised his gun and slammed it like a demonstration, and Yang Zhou's head hit the metal cabinet lightly.

"Let him go!" Chen Jian shuddered violently, roared anxiously, and quickly lowered his voice to beg for mercy, "Don't hurt him."

His upper body leaned forward slightly, and his tall figure became hunched, like a dying shrimp.He was completely flustered, he could only see Yangzhou and the gun that decided his life and death, and unconsciously repeated "Don't hurt him", not knowing that he looked humble and pitiful.

Fang Xing's low profile made Fang Xing jealous and loathe, he withdrew his smile, and declared viciously, "I don't!"

Yang Zhou stared blankly at Chen Jian, the strength he had accumulated so hard was exhausted, he shouted incoherently, "Chen Jian, what are you doing? Don't you hate me? I am Zhou Yun's son, and I robbed you of what you should have everything, you won’t be sad if I die!”

"Yeah! You should hate him!" The pleasure of revenge didn't last long, Fang Xing's expression was distorted, his brows were furrowed, but his lips were smiling, and he echoed loudly, "You should hate him!"

"I don't hate you." Chen Jian stared at the muzzle of the gun that was slipping back and forth between Yang Zhou's ears because of Fang Xing's violent movements, before he realized it, he said, "I love you."

The room was silent for a moment, and then Fang Xing's sharp and hollow laughter sounded. "Do you love him? Chen Jian, do people like you know how to love?" He held the gun loosely and tightly, and occasionally touched the trigger with his fingertips. Chen Jian, who was a few meters away, saw it, and his heart almost burst out of his chest. .

He was afraid that Fang Xing would really kill Yangzhou in his excitement, so he managed to calm down and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Fang Xing, if you have something to say, I can tell you where B75 is. You release Yangzhou first."

"You hand over B75 first." Douglas glanced at Fang Xing who was in a trance, and stood up to act as a negotiator. "As long as you hand over B75, we will not kill him."

"No!" Fang Xing suddenly came back to his senses, he interrupted Douglas sharply, his slack eyes gradually gathered a viciousness, "I'm going to kill him today!"

"He didn't offend you." Chen Jian stared at the gun in Fang Xing's hand, and said carefully, "You know it's not the time to be independent, you will only cause trouble for yourself if you kill him. The investigation team will come soon , everyone is a grasshopper in a line, at this time you—” He glanced at Douglas indifferently, “You guys still want to fight with me?”

Chen Jian came alone, but he was not unarmed.It's just that he didn't want to provoke Fang Xing unless it was a last resort. Yang Zhou's situation was too dangerous, he wasn't sure to save him, and he didn't dare to take risks.

"I just want him to die, not just him," Fang Xing said flatly, with a chilling smile on the corner of his mouth, "There are also those people outside who are superior and have superior genes."

Chen Jian was taken aback, and his voice was low, "They are innocent."

"Maybe. But he—" Fang Xing grabbed Yang Zhou's hair on his forehead and forced him to raise his head. He was satisfied to see Chen Jian frowning slightly, but he could only suppress his anger, "Not innocent at all!"

"Do you know why he deserves to die? It's because of you. Because you love him! How could it be him?" Fang Xing seemed to be controlled by something weird, the corner of his mouth grinning into a stiff crescent, and the out-of-control mysterious power was in his body Turning inside out, pouring down majesticly, only the roar remained in his ears, "Why don't you love me! I saved your life! You owe me!"

Chen Jian was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he even forgot to breathe.At this moment, his gaze was finally completely fixed on Fang Xing. In his eyes, no one else was staring at him so intently, carefully, and seriously, for the first time in his life.

Fang Xing couldn't help yelling, and when he met his gaze, his throat suddenly choked.

The room was dead silent.The shock brought by these words is indescribable, but only Chen Jian was unprepared.Douglas sniffed and sighed softly.

The sudden violent outburst exhausted the emotions stirring in Fang Xing's heart. He was a little sluggish, and at a loss what to do, he pointed a gun at Yangzhou again, trying to declare his control.

Yangzhou sat quietly, with many complicated and unspeakable feelings in his heart.He sympathized with Fang Xing, but a trace of inexplicable uneasiness haunted him, and he couldn't help but secretly and timidly looked at Chen Jian.

Chen Jian opened his mouth, then closed it again.After a while, his Adam's apple sank, and he said, "I don't know you think so."

"Of course you don't know," Fang Xing said sarcastically, eager to arm his previously fragile self, "You don't even know what love is. Give me B75, or I'll kill him."

"No Chen Jian!" Seeing that he really wanted to give up, Yang Zhou hurriedly stopped him.He struggled to sit up, but Fang Xing pushed him back, "If you say another word, I will shoot."

Yang Zhou fell silent, looked at Chen Jian pleadingly, and shook his head slightly.

Chen Jian tapped the gun in his pocket in vain and fell silent.Before he came, he didn't expect that Douglas would help Fang Xing. The current situation is not good for him.

Yang Zhou was still looking at him, his amber eyes were filled with a layer of water, and his broken lips were as red as roses.Chen Jian was terribly flustered, but smiled at him.

As soon as he moved, Douglas immediately took two steps towards him nervously. Seeing that Chen Jian also took out a gun, he said sharply, "Mr. Chen, I advise you to think carefully."

Chen Jian was holding a miniature laser gun with a red button on the trigger.He stroked the cold gun body back and forth, then suddenly turned to Fang Xing, his eyes were burning like a torch, "You saved my life, and I will never forget it. You are right when you say I owe you. You let him go, and I will save my life now." Give it back to you, we're done."

Fang Xing's face turned pale, his hands were trembling, and the muzzle of the gun pierced Yang Zhou's ear, as if it would go off in a second.

"Actually, looking at it now, it's meaningless to be alive." The breath of burnout emanated from Chen Jian, he lowered his eyes, stopped looking at anyone, and pointed the gun at his temple, "My dad can't come back, I have planned a lot." Years of career was ruined in a blink of an eye, and this time the crisis is not known whether it can be dealt with in the past, if caught by UNPO, it would be better to die."

"Chen Jian, you're crazy!" Yang Zhou felt extremely cold, all the hairs on his body stood up, and turned into thin needles to pierce his body again, "You—" He couldn't continue, he just breathed out balls of moist white steam .

"You would rather die for him?" Fang Xing's voice was soft and weird, and he laughed to himself, "Or do you think I will soften my heart?"

Chen Jian didn't answer, his fingers touched the red button, and with a light press, his whole head would turn into a cloud of blood mist.

That moment seemed as long as a whole century.

"Chen Jian, look at me!" Yang Zhou finally recovered his hoarse voice, and shouted recklessly, "Don't rush—"

There was a "bang", like a thunderbolt exploding in my ears.Yangzhou's eyes turned white, everything in his field of vision kept being flattened and elongated, and the bright spots of light made him dizzy and nauseated.His shoulders were shaking like spasms, and an invisible lump stuck in his throat, making him unable to breathe.

The other three turned their heads to look at the source of the sound at the same time, only to see Dr. Simon limping over, his trousers were still stained with dust, obviously he just fell down.Holding a translucent spear in his hand, he pulled the trigger towards Fang Xing without hesitation.

Yangzhou felt a heavy body fall down, pressing on his shoulders.He turned his head stiffly, stared at Fang Xing with wide-eyed eyes for several seconds, and suddenly gasped for breath.

"What are you doing!" Douglas turned around and shot at Dr. Simon with red eyes. Chen Jian rushed over and pushed him. The bullet missed, leaving a scorched black hole in the wall beside Simon, slowly emitting white smoke.

Yangzhou's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, he came back to his senses, and quickly said, "It's a tranquilizer gun! He's fine!"

Douglas's ferocious expression softened a bit, he still pointed his gun at Simon, turned his head to check Fang Xing, confirmed that he was still alive, and let out a slightly choked sigh in his throat.

"I'll give you 30 seconds," Chen Jian said, "take him away."

Douglas looked at him, then at Simon, finally put down the gun, picked up the immobile Fang Xing and left.

Chen Jian half-kneeled down to help Yang Zhou untie the hemp rope on his wrist. They were very close, their breaths intertwined, and each of them became more rapid than the other, but no one spoke.Chen Jian couldn't untie it for a while, and became extremely irritable, and his hands became more and more disorganized.Simon pulled out a pair of scissors and handed it to him, and patted him on the shoulder hard.

Yang Zhou's wrist was already frayed, and the hemp rope was stained bloody.Chen Jian cut the rope, looked at his wound for a long time, and then touched it like a superficial touch.

He looked up and saw fear in each other's eyes.

The effect of the medicine has not yet passed, and Yangzhou's numb limbs are still unable to move.Chen Jian squeezed his shoulders, checked him carefully from top to bottom, and then hugged him in his arms in a rude manner, tightening his arms more and more, wishing they could become one.

Yangzhou's chin rested on his broad shoulders, the two were silent for a moment, and he hesitated to ask, "You really don't hate me?"

Chen Jian gave a low and short laugh, looking helpless, "How many times do you want me to say it?"

Through the thin fabric, Yang Zhou could feel the shape of the key, as if a branding iron was imprinted on his skin.

What if I ruin your hopes?

He didn't ask in the end.