[Quick Wear] Daily Cleansing of Trash

Chapter 350: Not Being the Boss for Many Years 18

"Do you want to build a new world with democracy, security, rule of law, and where everyone can have enough food and clothing?"

Faced with Song Xiaoqing's question, Luo Qianqiu was stunned.

As a member of the privileged class, he thought as a child that everyone in the world was the same as him. He had new clothes every month, birthday cakes and gifts during the Chinese New Year, lived in a big villa, and had a means of transportation when he went out. His only worry was that his mother was afraid that he would break his teeth, so she only allowed him to eat three candies a day.

However, a crack appeared in his perfect world when he saw someone getting beaten to a bloody pulp while trying to snatch the bread he accidentally dropped on the ground.

He mustered up the courage to step out of the ivory tower and saw a scene that was completely different from what he had known for many years.

The skinny child knelt on the ground and begged passers-by to "be kind".

The thinly dressed homeless man lay on a park bench, feeling the maggots gnawing at his flesh and blood, and breathed his last in despair.

The crazy criminal, holding a sharp knife, skinned an innocent person alive, but in the end he only spent three days in the correctional facility before appearing in front of the victim's family in good condition with a provocative look in his eyes.

The prison, which was supposed to be a place to reform criminals, has become a platform for major powers to exchange interests. The accommodation conditions in the single cells are even better than those in some hotels.

The blood-selling shop on the street corner is crowded, but the hospital that should be saving lives is deserted due to the high medical fees.

Those who should be punished did not receive reasonable punishment, and those who should live a good life are living worse than dogs.

Blood, chaos, conflict... The technology that should have benefited mankind has become a tool for the powerful and criminals. For fame, profit, or just for excitement, they treat ordinary people as puppets for their entertainment and blood bags for their profit.

He was in pain, he was tormented, and he fell into deep self-doubt.

After a long period of self-reconstruction, he decided to do something for the country.

So he came to K City, the world-famous crime capital, and used his identity and background to devote himself to the cause of fighting crime.

"If the root cause is not eliminated, crime will always exist."

Song Xiaoqing's bright eyes filled Luo Qianqiu's entire field of vision. She smiled and said, "So, Luo Qianqiu, are you willing to join me in changing this terrible country?"

Luo Qianqiu remembered that his answer was - I do.

After all, even if we fail, it won't be worse than it is now.

Back to the present, after hearing Luo Qianqiu's words, Song Xiaoqing took out a USB drive and handed it to him: "This was given to me by Su Muzhe. I've read the contents inside. You can take a look too."

Luo Qianqiu took the USB drive and examined it carefully, then asked curiously, "Is this the list those criminal organizations have been trying to grab?"

Song Xiaoqing nodded: "You will be surprised after reading it."

To be honest, although she thought this USB flash drive might be useful at first, she never expected it to be so useful.

This USB flash drive must have been specially customized. In addition to the documents on the surface filled with evidence of crimes committed by major criminal organizations, there is also a hidden file in a hidden corner.

This hidden file is very special. It requires a very complicated program to open and a password. If the password is incorrect, this hidden file will be automatically destroyed without anyone noticing.

Song Xiaoqing took great pains to crack it successfully. When he opened it, the contents were shocking. The crimes of all the important families in Chongming Kingdom were listed there, each one more brutal than the other.

I don't know who made this thing or what its purpose is.

Luo Qianqiu was intrigued by Song Xiaoqing's words. He immediately got up and went to the study to get his laptop, then sat next to Song Xiaoqing to read it.

The more he looked, the uglier Luo Qianqiu's expression became.

Song Xiaoqing joked: "Why, did you see the trouble with your Luo family?"

Luo Qianqiu took a deep breath, closed the computer with a snap, and said to Song Xiaoqing, "I need to go back to the Luo family."

Song Xiaoqing nodded. She looked at Luo Qianqiu's gloomy face and kindly comforted him, "Actually, your family is not bad. There are only about 70, 80 or 90 scumbags. It's much better than other families."

Luo Qianqiu: ...

Thanks, that's not comforting at all.

Luo Qianqiu left in a hurry, and Song Xiaoqing stretched lazily.

She also has to work.

"Damn Luo Qianqiu, he actually arrested our people!"

In the abandoned factory, the colorful-haired clown, the leader of the clown party, was cursing: "This bastard really thinks he's a big shot. I'll kill him!"

Earlier, the Red-haired Clown and others felt bored and wanted to go out and kill people and set fires for fun, but he didn't take it seriously and waved his hand to let them arrange it themselves.

Unexpectedly, just like that, his most capable subordinate, the red-haired clown, was gone.

"Boss, someone saw those guys from the Madness Penalty at the scene. Do you think they will defect to Luo Qianqiu?" A green-haired clown asked the colorful-haired clown.

The colorful-haired clown lit a cigarette and took a deep puff, squinting his eyes in thought: "That shouldn't be the case. Don't they hate the police the most?"

Otherwise, those guys wouldn't be waving handcuffs around as their signature weapons and provoking the police from time to time.

However, Luo Qianqiu is a bit evil, and many things always go wrong when he does something. Maybe something unexpected has happened.

There were a total of twenty-one members in the clown party, and five of them were gone at once. It was a huge loss.

The Colorful-Haired Clown has already used his connections to ask the correctional facility to see if they can get the person out.

In fact, he doesn't care about the life and death of his subordinates, but if he behaves too cold-bloodedly and arouses their dissatisfaction, delaying the work of his superiors, he will be in trouble.

"You guys, be good and don't go out looking for fun these days," the colorful-haired clown threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. "There may be work to do later. If you delay the important work, you will die with no place to cry!"

"Wow~"

A strange cry suddenly sounded, startling everyone in the clown party and causing them to turn around and look at the person who came.

Song Xiaoqing was holding a can and greeted them with a smile: "Hi~"

The colorful-haired clown immediately pulled out a gun and pointed it at Song Xiaoqing: "Who are you?!"

Song Xiaoqing raised her eyebrows: "Your ancestors!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised the can and sprayed it at the people in the clown party.

The Colorful-haired Clown and others inhaled the gas into their bodies without warning, and their heads became dizzy instantly. They couldn't even stand steadily, let alone shoot.

At the same time, Gao Dalong and others who were hiding in the dark and wearing gas masks rushed out with steel pipes and started beating the people in the clown party.

"Bah!"

"Oh!"

"Boom!"

There were several sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground, and everyone in the clown party fainted.

Song Xiaoqing patted the jar and was very satisfied with the homemade "dizziness gas".

This was inspired by fear gas, and she modified the canister to make the spray range adjustable and durable.

Song Xiaoqing waved her hand: "Take them all away!"