Chapter 1109: Mature Choice

It sounded like there was sincerity. Whether it could be talked or not, one could take one's family away.

Listening to these words Bob said, the big-bearded police chief couldn't help but laugh "puchi." He actually didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help it.

"Do you know?"

"The words you said make me think of when I was young. To trick those girls into taking off their clothes, I always told them, I am the first time, I am very curious, I just want to see what difference we have."

He didn't say any specific things, but it seemed he answered Bob's words.

Bob reacted for a while before he understood. "So, what is your meaning?"

This answer made the big-bearded police chief couldn't help but laugh two more times. "They all say you are the smarter one in the Perez family. I think they might have overestimated you."

He paused. "Can I say a few words to them?"

Bob didn't really want to agree. He was a bit angry. It was obvious that a guy he wouldn't even look at straight on weekdays was mocking him.

But considering that to finish off the big-bearded police chief, he had to let him walk out of that damn police station, otherwise they almost couldn't finish him off.

Assassinating the police chief in the police station wasn't impossible, but the price was huge. This wasn't something that could be solved by throwing out a few scapegoats. The people above would definitely pursue more responsibilities. It was said that one or two roles with enough weight in the eyes of big figures had to be taken out to calm this matter.

So unless it was a last resort, he wouldn't choose that way.

Tricking the big-bearded police chief out and killing him was the optimal choice.

He considered and agreed. Not long after, the voices of the big-bearded police chief's wife and child came out from the receiver.

"Hel, we... are fine. They said you will come to pick us up later, is it?" The first to come was his wife's voice, with a trace of trembling fear in the voice.

Even without seeing them, the big-bearded police chief could imagine how helpless and uneasy his wife was now.

She must be holding the phone receiver with both hands, sitting in the corner of the sofa listening to the phone, or standing in some corner with her back to others.

The big-bearded police chief didn't speak immediately. After a moment of silence, he asked, "How is the child?"

"He is fine. Do you want to say a few words to him?"

"Wait a while. I want to know how you were discovered by them and taken away."

"I remember I instructed you before you left, don't go anywhere."

Speaking of this, his wife couldn't help but start apologizing for her behavior of indulging the child. "He was too noisy, and was rolling on the ground, making a scene to go out and play. I was annoyed by his noise, and I thought it was just going out for a turn, nothing would happen, so I took him outside."

Listening to his wife telling what happened later, the big-bearded police chief sighed deeply. "What you should have done most at that time was to give him a slap, let him calm down, not let him do that. You will harm him. I told you about this before."

Excessive doting, spoiling the child wasn't the first time his wife had done this.

The big-bearded police chief's family living conditions were very good. Although people from the Perez family didn't look down on him, the share belonging to him every month would still be given to him without missing a cent.

Compared to others, for example, the mayor, the municipal councilor's part was indeed not much, but compared to ordinary people's, it was much more.

This money made them never worry about expenditure problems. Plus his wife was full-time in the family bringing up the child, the relationship between her and the child would be better, and she wasn't a strong person.

Every time the child used strong emotions to express wanting to get something, his wife would eventually compromise. He had said this problem before, not to let the child do whatever he wanted according to his temper.

She always said okay, said she would change, but she never changed.

The big-bearded police chief wiped his face a few times with his hand. "Sorry, this is my problem. I discovered this problem long ago, but I didn't change you."

His wife didn't know why he would suddenly apologize to her, so she didn't pick up this topic.

At this time, his son's voice came from the receiver. "Is it Dad?"

"I want to talk to Dad, I want to talk to Dad, give me the receiver, give it to me!"

Inside also came his wife's low scolding voice, and his son's unsatisfied noise. If it were in the past, the big-bearded police chief would definitely be very angry and start scolding them, but now, he just listened quietly for a while, and then let his wife give the receiver to his son.

The little child didn't know what happened. Perhaps it was his mother, or other people emphasized his father's role as the police chief in the process of accompanying him to grow up. He didn't feel how terrible these people in the Perez family were. He wasn't afraid of these people.

He felt that once he contacted his father, his father would make these people pay the price.

After all, his father was a police officer, a hero, specifically hitting bad guys.

"Dad, when are you coming to pick us up?" The childish voice carried a kind of stupid clarity. It seemed he still didn't know what happened.

The big-bearded police chief said "um." "Soon, it will be fine soon."

"Listen to Mom during this period, understand?"

His child was still very well-behaved in front of him. Even if it was a child, he knew who was the one who counted in the family. "I know, I will listen to Mom."

Just like the promise he made to the big-bearded police chief when he left, he would listen to Mom, but in the end, he didn't do this.

"Give the receiver to your Mom. I have a few more words to say to her."

The receiver returned to his wife's hand. Neither of the couple opened their mouths. After waiting for about seven or eight seconds, the big-bearded police chief said "sorry" again.

"No, it's my problem. I'm sorry to you." His wife quickly corrected this problem. If it weren't for her indulging the child, these things wouldn't have happened.

Actually, she didn't know that the "sorry" the big-bearded police chief said at this time wasn't because he apologized for the things he did wrong before, but apologized for the things he was about to do.

He didn't know if his wife understood, just continued to comfort her. "Everything will get better. Take care of the child. I will find a way as soon as possible."

Perhaps it was because Bob felt they had talked for too long, he walked to his wife's side and took the phone from her hand.

"Now, have you made a decision?"

Bob's face carried a kind of victorious smile. He had already anticipated that this big-bearded police chief would try to take a risk for his family.

But in the end, he would end his life because of this choice.

"Fuck you."

"What?" Bob asked with a tone full of surprise and disbelief, as if he hadn't heard clearly what the big-bearded police chief said just now. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"I said, fuck you, son of a bitch, I swear, you are dead, Bob!"

"I will let Lansi say, let him leave you and your family to me. I want to kill them bit by bit in front of you, to avenge my wife and child!"

"I swear!"

He hung up the phone with a bang, without giving Bob any chance or room to speak.

It was impossible for him to send his own life for his wife and child, because he knew very well that even if he really went, his wife and child wouldn't be able to live, and instead, he would take his own life.

Since they were bound to die anyway, he could only say sorry.

The big-bearded police chief was a very realistic person. From the fact that he could be a dog for the Perez family, but turned around and cooperated with Lansi, it could be seen that he actually didn't have as little promise as people imagined, or had any persistence.

He was a person who knew how to weigh the pros and cons. If this was a project that would inevitably lose money, he couldn't invest in it.

Bob looked at the receiver in his hand and felt incredible. He also looked at the wife and son of the big-bearded man standing on the side. He still couldn't understand until now why the big-bearded man would have such a decision? The big-bearded police chief's wife didn't know what happened yet, just lowered her head timidly. He didn't know that next, Bob's anger would completely burn them! At this time, many thoughts were constantly turning in Bob's mind. He vaguely had a feeling that the big-bearded police chief was forcing him to finish off his wife and child.

This feeling of things being out of control made him very angry, and his eyes also became dangerous.

I don't know if it was because the child felt that this middle-aged man's eyes weren't very comfortable, the big-bearded police chief's son suddenly kicked Bob's calf hard.

Although it was just a small child, his hard cowhide shoe toe, under the circumstances of him using all his strength, directly kicked Bob so that he supported the table beside him and almost didn't fall to the ground.

"Shit!"

He roared, looking fiercely at the child who was hiding behind his mother after causing trouble, and was still making faces at him. The violent emotions on his face had already made his expression become distorted.

He pushed the woman away and kicked over. How could a child withstand a kick full of anger from an adult? The big-bearded police chief's wife was stunned for a moment, and immediately after, she rushed over to stop Bob who was continuously approaching her child. Bob swung his hand and gave her a slap, but the next second, she bit Bob's arm.

The pain in the calf and the pain coming from the arm, plus the "loss of control" of the big-bearded police chief, made his emotions completely run wild under the huge pressure that had lasted for such a long time! He directly took out the pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger at the noisy child.

The gunshot made the big-bearded police chief's wife stunned for a moment. She turned her head to look at the child who fell on the ground and didn't know what happened yet. Just as she was preparing to help the child up, the next second a bullet shot in from the side of his skull and flew out from the other side, and also overturned a piece of bone the size of an egg.

Bob felt it wasn't enough

Bob felt that he hadn't vented enough, so he fired a few more shots at the two corpses on the ground, only stopping when his gun was out of bullets.

Watching the blood continuously soak into the carpet, he looked down at the bloody bite marks on his arm and the bruised, swollen wound on his calf, and couldn't help but curse "Fuck" a few times before walking over to sit down.

"Get me a damn doctor over here! This goddamn bitch bit my arm to shreds!" He then glared viciously at the two corpses on the ground. "Get them out of here, and find a way to let that damn old dog know the consequences of offending us!"

All of this happened in a very short amount of time; his subordinates hadn't even reacted to what was going on before it was already over.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground and then at Bob, under Bob's demand of "Why the hell aren't you doing your jobs yet?", everyone began to move.

Soon the bodies were moved away, and the doctor arrived. He examined the wound on Bob's arm and frowned, "It's a very deep bite. Bear with it; I need to debride the wound first, then stitch it up."

As he spoke, he had a nurse hold Bob's hand, then began pouring hydrogen peroxide into the wound, even using a cotton swab to probe inside the wound to wipe all the tissue within.

Bob was in so much pain he couldn't sit still and cursed loudly, but fortunately, the process wasn't long, and the doctor soon began stitching the wound.

It was evident that the bearded director's wife had truly steeled her heart when biting him. If she hadn't been a woman, and if Bob's health hadn't been decent, she might have really bitten a chunk of flesh off him!

The stitching process was equally painful; to ensure the wound healed faster, the doctor did not use anesthesia.

In front of his many subordinates, Bob could only grit his teeth and endure it, making himself look like a big shot in the gang rather than a small-timer who couldn't even tolerate a little pain.

This only deepened his resolve to finish off the bearded director; he would make sure their whole family was wiped out together!

On the other side, the bearded director made a call to Lanse, telling him there was no need to look anymore; the people were already in Bob's hands.

Hearing this news, Lanse didn't find it surprising. Even if he had already contacted the State Police Bureau, by the time they started acting, it would likely be too late.

"What do you plan to do? Do you need me to help you try to snatch them back?" As a friend, Lanse offered a "standard answer."

The bearded director refused. "No need. You, me, neither of us knows where they are. Even if we did, we might not be able to go and bring them back."

"I've already talked to Bob. He can do whatever he wants, including killing them."

"Lanse, I don't need you to take any risks for me. I only have one thing I want to request your agreement on."

Lanse paused for two or three seconds before saying, "Please speak."

"If—and I mean if—you win in your war, I hope you can hand Bob and his family over to me to deal with!"

Lanse did not refuse; this was advantageous to him. "No problem. I guarantee that as long as I can catch them, they are yours."