Son of the Tower

Chapter 118 I am the police and who knows
The summer night in New Hangzhou is not hot. Lin Chenggong sat in his noodle stall car. When the last customer left, he looked around. The next night show at the cinema has just started, and it will take about an hour or two to finish. Being able to finish, he glanced at the watch on his wrist, it was almost midnight.

For a noodle stall shop, it is still early, but for Lin Chenggong personally, today is already a bit late, his wife must be waiting for him to go back... So, go back.

It is rare today that there are still some ingredients left, and I can add another meal for the children and wife when I go back.

With this in mind, he put away the folding chair, and covered the cover of the noodle stall that Lin Chenggong had put down, and then rolled out his electric tricycle from the parking area beside him, hooked the noodle stall on the back bucket, and started to go home.

"Isn't this Uncle Lin? It's a bit early to go back today." On the road, a young patrolman patrolling at night greeted Lin Chenggong.

The latter smiled and nodded: "Yes, my mother-in-law is waiting for me at home." At this moment, the middle-aged man smiled happily, and even the wrinkles on his face eased.
"Next time I take a break, come to your noodle stall to take care of the business, Uncle Lin, you have to give me two more shrimps." The peers around the young policeman smiled and patted Lin Chenggong's noodle stall as they passed by. car.

"Sure, if you juniors come here, I will put two more shrimps." Lin Chenggong turned around and waved to the two young people.

When he turned around, he smiled and wiped the corners of his eyes.

After driving across the bridge between District [-] and District [-], and walking south along the street, Lin Chenggong was a little dazed about what he was doing all these years. At the same time, he was asking himself - when will I be able to be a human again.

When he left the police academy, Lin Chenggong was called to the office by the third-level police superintendent Ximen. There, the old man asked himself, Chenggong, here is a task for you.

When I was young, I always thought about hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and thought that if the superintendent asked me to be an undercover agent, then I must do things well.

At that time, I was young and my mind was full of ideas, but I never thought about my future. I have left that police uniform since then. It has been almost 30 years since I graduated, and I have only achieved the position of the little boss until now. A few years ago Marry a wife and have a child, and the child is only eight years old now...Looking at my classmates of the same age, the best one is already a first-class police inspector.

Are you envious? Of course I am. Lin Chenggong envies that his classmates can proudly tell their children that their father is a policeman, not a freelance noodle stall owner. He doesn’t even dare to tell his wife and son that he is dead. The sentinel head in the eye group.

Fortunately, as a sentinel, he only contacted the boss one-way. Even his classmates back then just thought that his old classmates failed the background check and were expelled.

And because of this relationship, in the position of sentinel, Lin Chenggong was confused—because of his good craftsmanship, everyone liked all kinds of food he made, even the third-level police officer back then, and now First-class police supervisor Ximen Nanfeng is also his guest.

The first-level police superintendent has a lot of face. Gradually, the big brothers also like to come to Lin Chenggong's noodle stall to eat a bowl of noodles. Some want to see how delicious the noodles are, while some come with a mission. , They passed some unknown news from Lin Chenggong.

Lin successfully became a messenger, a higher-level existence than the sentinel.

Then, those young patrolmen also gradually liked to come to his stall to eat noodles during the patrol break time, and those ordinary punks would also pay when they ate noodles in front of his stall.

Many times, the patrolmen in windbreakers and the gangsters with tattoos would sit together and eat profusely. Everyone thought that this was Boss Lin's noodle stall. No matter what, they should give Boss Lin face and eat at the noodle stall. When we meet, everyone is just diners.

But who knows, every time Nanfeng Police Supervisor comes here not just to eat noodles, but to tell Lin Chenggong that as long as the dead eye group is solved, Lin Chenggong will be let back to the police force... This old thing deceives people every year, It's been 30 fucking years, and the story of three years and three years has gone through many rounds.

Every time Lin Chenggong would scold his mother, and every time Nanfeng Police Superintendent would laugh and be scolded, after hearing Lin Chenggong finished scolding, he would take out a bottle of wine, and the middle-aged people who were no longer handsome and the old people who were no longer strong would drink a few cups , and then agree on a time slot for the next meeting.

The Dead Eye Group is indeed a problem. From the small organization established in the refugee camp in District 30 21 years ago to the largest organization in District 11 and District No.[-] in New Hangzhou, they seem to have magical powers. Every time the police force Actions, every raid against them was in vain, which made Superintendent Ximen feel that there were opponents in the team.

But no one knows, because the operation team has screened it more than once, but they have never found the fish that sank to the bottom.

So I can only rely on Lin Chenggong to climb up slowly - Lin Chenggong can now directly communicate with Kiryu Touma, one of the six leaders in the organization, and even his intelligence and analysis can be seen by the big boss - his level There is still no way to know the identity of the big boss, but as long as we continue to do it, there will always be a day when we meet that person.

I have wasted 30 years, in order to prevent future generations from facing my pain, I must end this suffering in the hands of my generation.

It's all about the city.

"Hey, isn't this Lao Lin? Are you back? Thank you for your hard work." The voice on the side of the road awakened Lin Chenggong from his memories. He saw the young people in his group, and they often came to the noodle stall to eat Noodles, and sometimes takeaway.

"Yeah, where are you going? It's midnight." Lin Chenggong just asked casually. Anyway, he was familiar with these two young people. Among them, the young people who greeted him were from the four islands. The next time he comes to eat noodles, he will also bring his own spicy dried tofu.

Speaking of it, it's not spicy at all, and Lin Chenggong's son even thinks it's a bit sweet—after all, there's no red dried chili to set it off, so how can it be called spicy?

"Don't mention it, another accident happened in the group." After the young man finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head by his companion: "You are crazy, how can you tell Uncle Lin about this, do you want to harm him?"

"Uh, I'm sorry, let's go first." The young man said with some embarrassment, and ran away with his companion.

Lin Chenggong, who stayed behind, watched them gradually disappear into the distance of the street.

It was late at night, and Lin Chenggong felt a little chilly. The weather in the new era is much cooler than the 1 years ago in the story. Because of this, Lin Chenggong turned the switch, and the electric car dragged his face. Turning the corner of the street, in front of a small two-story building not far away, he saw the lights, his wife and children under the lights, and his child had a cake in his hand.

After parking the car in the garage, Lin Chenggong jumped out of the car, ran all the way to reach out and hugged his child.

"It's midnight, why haven't you slept yet?" He asked.

"The child said he had to wait for his father to blow out the candles on the cake, but he said he had to wait, or else you would have to leave tomorrow morning." His wife is not beautiful, but she has a gentleness that makes Lin Chenggong satisfied.

Lin successfully blew out the flame on the candle. The moment he held the child and opened the door with his wife, he seemed to see something through the glass window from the corner of his eye.

Turning around and looking at the way he came, Lin Chenggong found nothing.

"What's the matter, success." The wife was a little puzzled.

"It's nothing. I just wondered if I forgot something. It seems that I haven't." After speaking, Lin Chenggong signaled his wife to enter the door first.

Something happened in the group, and now is an eventful time.

Lin Chenggong turned sideways and used his right side of his body to block possible bullets for his child as much as possible.

But until he entered the house, until he closed the door, nothing happened.

Am I paranoid?

Lin Chenggong asked himself, through the glass window, all he saw was the night.

Finally, he drew the curtains of the glass windows.

Maybe I'm really suspicious.

(End of this chapter)