aircannonsinc Chapter 10 Murder
Chapter 10 Murder
A glint of light flashed in Chen Zhuo's eyes.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, drawing a circle with his left hand and parrying Gangzi's right hand with a "horizontal punch." His right fist clenched like a drill, carrying a spiraling force, and went straight for Gangzi's left rib.
Xingyi Drilling Fist!
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
Gangzi felt a numbness in his left rib, as if he had been stabbed with an iron rod, and half of his body ached. But he was tough and his fat absorbed most of the force.
"You little rascal, you've got some guts!"
Gangzi, driven by rage, ignored the pain in his ribs and roared as he clenched his arms like iron hoops, trying to hold Chen Zhuo tightly.
This is the most shameless and effective "Embrace the Moon" move in wrestling. Once you're caught in his embrace, his brute strength can break a person's ribs.
Chen Zhuo felt his breath catch in his throat as the pungent smell of sweat mixed with murderous intent assaulted his senses.
But he didn't panic.
In the Golden Finger's view, Gangzi's movements were broken down into countless slow-motion frames. The twitching of muscles, the friction of bones, and the direction of force were all crystal clear.
This is the truly terrifying aspect of the cheat code.
It is not merely perspective, but a kind of "analysis" that is almost predatory.
As long as Chen Zhuo can see the core muscle groups of the opponent's power and figure out the route of the force, his brain, armed with theories from his previous life, combined with the body of this Xingyi successor, will be able to forcibly replicate the opponent's ultimate technique in a short time.
Watch it once, and you'll understand the principle.
Watch it twice, and you can imitate it.
Look at it three times, and it's yours.
"So the key to this 'Embracing the Moon' move lies in the coordinated power of the waist and spine..."
Chen Zhu cursed inwardly.
That kid's really strong.
He was like a greedy sponge, frantically absorbing all the martial arts knowledge from the "sparring partner" in front of him.
In such extreme danger, he still had the leisure to imitate the opponent's exertion. If the opponent knew, he would probably spit blood first.
The mirror neurons in Chen Zhuo's body were operating wildly, forcibly controlling his muscles to replicate that brute force.
Just as Gangzi was about to close his arms, Chen Zhuo suddenly hunched over and curled up into a ball, like a hedgehog.
Then, it exploded!
Xingyi Bengquan!
With both fists like cannons, he slammed heavily into Gangzi's lower abdomen.
"The Crushing Fist is like shooting an arrow; it's so fast that even knocking someone down is too slow."
With the combined force of Gangzi's own closing and Chen Zhuo's explosive power, the power more than doubled.
"Hmm!"
Gangzi grunted and was blasted back three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the snow.
He clutched his stomach, his face filled with disbelief.
"You...you know kung fu?"
"He only knows a little bit of killing skills."
Chen Zhuo slowly withdrew his fist, his face slightly pale.
I'm hungry.
I've had diarrhea for half a day and haven't eaten, so my stomach is empty now. If I start fighting, I'll burn even more calories.
Each burst of energy was draining his already meager reserves. The hunger in his stomach burned even brighter, and his vision blurred.
We can't delay any longer.
If this drags on any longer, I'll faint from hunger first.
"Again!"
Gangzi was enraged. He was a "little wrestling king". If he couldn't even take down a tricycle driver, how could he ever face anyone again?
He roared and charged again. This time, he held back, unleashing his signature move—the Little Sleeve Hand.
He grabbed Chen Zhuo's wrist with his right hand, flipped the wrist, and suddenly slammed his elbow down.
"Cut it off!"
This sinking motion carried the force of a thousand-pound weight.
At the same time, his fingernails dug deep into Chen Zhuo's flesh, twisting in the opposite direction along the bone seam.
The Chinese wrestling technique known as "small sleeves".
The key is to "grab tightly, sink the elbow, flip the wrist, and break it brittlely".
If this move lands squarely, not only your wrist, but even the ulna and radius of your forearm can be twisted into a pretzel. The spiraling force will cause you to lose your balance and fall headfirst to the ground, leaving you vulnerable to attack.
"Kneel down before Second Master!"
Gangzi roared, his voice booming like a bell, causing the snow on both sides of the alley to fall in a flurry.
however.
The expected cracking sound of bones breaking did not occur.
Chen Zhuo did not kneel down.
At the very moment Gangzi exerted his strength, Chen Zhuo did not panic.
On the contrary, his normally dull eyes were now sparkling with a strange excitement.
"That's exactly what I've been waiting for!"
The Golden Finger operates at full power, revealing the secrets of the "small hands" technique.
Chen Zhuo's wrist twisted strangely, following the opponent's force, dissipating the crispness. Then, he snapped it back!
The same action.
The same elbow strike.
The same wrist flip.
But faster! More ruthless!
"Snap!"
Gangzi's wrist snapped instantly.
"ah--!"
The scream was cut short by Chen Zhuo's next move.
Using the force of breaking his wrist, Chen Zhuo pulled Gangzi into his arms, inserted his left foot into Gangzi's crotch, and slammed his right shoulder in like a battering ram.
Xingyi·Tieshan Kao!
In addition, there were the wrestling and tripping techniques he had just learned.
The two forces merged perfectly at that moment.
But due to extreme hunger, Chen Zhuo's mind went blank for a moment.
The feeling was like a starving beast spotting its prey.
At that moment, Gangzi in front of him was no longer a person, but a huge stumbling block blocking his way to find food.
"Get out of here!!!"
He roared inwardly.
Originally intended to be just a third of the force to send someone flying, the instinct for survival instantly amplified it to twelve.
Like a flood breaking through a dam, it pours out.
"Bang!!!"
The loud bang was like a muffled thunderclap.
Gangzi's massive body flew out like a tattered sack.
"Thump!"
A dull thud that made your teeth ache.
Unfortunately, the back of his head hit a sharp, protruding brick in the corner of the wall.
Gangzi straightened up, then slid down limply.
He lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Chen Zhuo, making a "clucking" sound in his throat.
A pool of bright red blood quickly spread from the back of his head, staining the white snow on the ground.
Only in those eyes remained endless terror and regret.
Those were the eyes of someone whose life was slipping away.
"Cluck...cluck..."
Gangzi twitched twice, then his head lolled to the side and he stopped moving.
Blow out the lamp and remove the wax.
The alley was deathly silent.
The only sound was the whistling of the wind blowing through the power lines.
Chen Zhuo stood there, staring at the corpse on the ground, completely frozen in place.
He was panting heavily, sweat pouring down his face.
Murder?
I didn't mean to kill him... I was just... hungry...
In that brief moment, overwhelmed by hunger, he found himself unsure how to control his strength.
That thrust was a bit too forceful...
"Dead...dead?"
Chen Zhuo, his hand trembling, reached under Gangzi's nose and probed.
It's out of breath.
An unprecedented sense of fear instantly surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
This isn't just a fight; this is a case involving a life!
"No one can see this...no..."
Chen Zhuo calmed himself down.
The alley was deserted; the one-eyed old man who repaired cars had disappeared without a trace.
But I can't worry about that now.
Chen Zhuo gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.
Looking at that enormous corpse, only one thought came to mind:
Dispose of it.
Leaving it here is definitely not an option; it'll be discovered first thing tomorrow morning. These days, even though there's no surveillance or monitoring yet, if a murder occurs, it's a huge deal. The police, the joint defense team, and the security departments of various units can turn this place upside down.
If you get caught, you're doomed.
Suddenly, he remembered something.
At the end of this alley, near the railway freight yard, there is an abandoned entrance to an air-raid shelter. It's half collapsed, and nobody ever goes there except for stray dogs and rats.
"Bury it."
A ruthless glint flashed in Chen Zhuo's eyes.
Since things have come to this point, the only option is to destroy the body and cover up the evidence.
We can't drag it along.
Dragging a cart will leave a noticeable imprint that won't be covered even by snow. Pushing a cart, though strenuous, will only leave tire tracks, which are difficult to distinguish from other tracks in the heavy snow.
He gritted his teeth and laboriously carried Gangzi's body onto the half-damaged tricycle.
Looking back, the pool of blood in the corner was glaringly red, like an unseeing eye.
"It needs to be covered up."
Despite the waves of dizziness, Chen Zhuo kicked the surrounding snow with his feet, covering the bloodstains thickly. He then stomped on the bloodstains with his tattered cloth shoes until no trace of red was visible, blending into the surrounding snow.
He finally caught his breath after doing all that.
Pushing the cart, I walked step by step deeper into the alley.
……
Half an hour later.
Deep inside the abandoned air-raid shelter, it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Using the faint light of the snow, Chen Zhuo dragged Gangzi's body into a collapsed pit.
Before pushing him down, he trembled as he made one last search of Gangzi's body.
When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out, but the living still have to go on with their lives.
Half-packaged "Daqianmen" (a type of cigarette).
And there's that heavy, solid gold ring on my hand.
This coin is made of unglazed clay and has the character "福" (fortune) engraved on it. It weighs at least one or two ounces.
Chen Zhuo gripped the item tightly in his hand.
This was Gangzi's death warrant, but also Chen Zhuo's lifeline.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."
Chen Zhu muttered something under his breath and kicked the corpse into the pit.
Immediately afterwards, he frantically filled the pit with soil, garbage, and broken bricks.
They kept filling the hole until it was completely filled in, and then moved a few rotten precast slabs over it.
He was completely exhausted after doing all of this.
He crawled out of the ruins, covered in mud.
"Clang!"
He plopped down on the ground, leaning against the cold wall, his vision blurring.
Hypoglycemia.
Severe hypoglycemia.
The battle just now, coupled with the exertion of dragging the corpse, had drained his last bit of strength.
Double images began to appear before my eyes, and the world spun around me.
My heart was pounding violently in my chest, as if it were about to leap out of my throat. Thump, thump, each beat sending a jolt through my head.
My ears were filled with a buzzing sound.
"I need to... eat something..."
Chen Zhuo's hands trembled as he pulled out a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket.
Three yuan and fifty cents.
This money can buy your life.
He mustered his last breath, leaned against the wall to stand up, and stumbled into the depths of the alley, pushing the wrecked tricycle.
That leads to the railway freight yard.
There is meat there.
"I need to... eat something..."
Chen Zhuo's hands trembled as he tried to take money out of his pocket to buy food.
But after touching it for a while, my fingers were so stiff they felt like they were frozen, and I couldn't hold those few thin banknotes at all.
Moreover, even if we had the money, it was already past 3 p.m.
The state-run restaurants had long since closed for lunch, and the dinner service wouldn't start for another two hours. The food stalls had also closed.
"No... I can't die here..."
Chen Zhuoqiang struggled to his feet, pushing the now-burdensome tricycle, and stumbled deeper into the alley.
He remembered that the freight yard of the train station was just across this alley.
That was the place with the most abundant resources in the entire Tianjin area, but also the dirtiest and most chaotic.
Perhaps we can find something to eat there.