Chapter 9. / Zhan - Gotcha at last!
Zhan and Jiang Cheng were following a hot lead and who would have thought it? They are back in Moscow! After following He Peng for almost five and a half months now, they're finally close to him. Very close! Which means they could see right into his living room. It seems that He Peng ran out of money and he was forced to return to Moscow.
There he landed together with his companion, a Taiwanese as they knew by now, and drove directly to an apartment that was registered under no less a name than that of the dead uncle of Yibo. And both agents swore that he and his friend would not leave that apartment alive. They just had to wait for the right time to strike.
It was one o'clock at night and the two agents were just waiting for that time. Wearing black clothes and black face masks, Jiang Cheng opened the front door quietly and unnoticed. Carefully and paying attention to everything around them, they first went to He Peng's Taiwanese friend's room.
Unnoticed, they entered the room of the snoring guy. Jiang Cheng took his knife and slowly went to the sleeping guy's bed. He was lying in a good position as Zhan thought, as it was easy for Jiang Cheng to pull his blade through his throat. Making gurgling noises the guy stared at the two in horror. With one hand he tried to stop the bleeding and with the other he clung to the bed. His fight lasted about three minutes. Then he was dead. Zhan took a photo and sent it to the agency.
They left the now dead Taiwanese man's room and moved carefully towards He Peng's room. As quietly as possible, Zhan pushed down the door handle and opened the door. Jiang Cheng entered the room first and would have liked to rush towards He Peng immediately. But He Peng was not lying in his bed. He stood behind the door and held a gun to Jiang Cheng's head.
He Peng: Did you really think I wouldn't hear you coming?
Jiang Cheng: ...
He Peng: Doesn't my old toy have anything to say to me?
Jiang Cheng: Yes, go to hell you bastard!
He Peng: Who are you? Have you forgotten which one of us is the boss?
Zhan: Not you!
Zhan, who had obviously gone unnoticed by He Peng, had pulled out his gun and shot He Peng in the knee. In shock and also in pain, He Peng dropped his gun and fell on his knees. Jiang Cheng kicked him with his foot in the face and He Peng tipped unconscious to the side.
The two agents did not wait long, they dragged He Peng across the room to a chair and tied him to it. Now all they had to do was wait for the pig to wake up. Fortunately, this didn't take longer than 15 minutes and so the two could start their fun.
Whining and whimpering in pain, He Peng woke up. Zhan grinned.
Zhan: Hey there you are again. First question, who helped you leave China?
He Peng: I won't tell you.
Jiang Cheng, please be so kind and show our friend how sharp your blade is.
Jiang Cheng nodded and let his blade slide over He Peng's thigh. A narrow cut in his trousers and a small stain consisting of the blood and sweat of the former special agent appeared on his trousers. He Peng cried out.
Zhan: So you remember question one?
He Peng: Kiss my asshole.
Zhan: Eww, no thanks.
He Peng: I won't tell.
Zhan: All right, okay, suit yourself. Jiang Cheng? Have you ever liked his nipples?
He Peng stared at Zhan in horror. Jiang Cheng grinned widely and shook his head. He opened He Peng's shirt by simply cutting it in half. Then he put his blade to his nipples, gave him another super sweet smile and cut it in the middle. He Peng shrieked and fidgeted.
Zhan: Question 1. What now?
He Peng: Old Wang. He-He helped me.
Zhan: There you go. Question two. Why did he help you?
He Peng: I-I paid him and he owed me.
Zhan: And what did he owe you?
He Peng: I saved his ass from jail. Back when he killed his own father.
Zhan: Go on. Question number, hmm... never mind. Why did you harass and rape Jiang Cheng and other agents?
He Peng looked at Jiang Cheng and shook his head. Jiang Cheng imitated him and shook his head, too.
Jiang Cheng: You know that this is not an answer?
Zhan: Hey, he certainly doesn't have the answer to this question and certainly doesn't have the answer to the other questions. Maybe we should just continue with our plan?
He Peng: What plan?
Zhan: Oh nothing. Just to send you home in pieces.
He Peng: You are crazy.
Jiang Cheng: That's right. And whose fault is that? Only you!
Zhan: I apologize for the following because I think it will hurt a lot. And I don't like that kind of thing, but you deserve it, so say goodbye to your dick. The 16 year old boy you brutally tortured and raped will thank us for it. Jiang Cheng? I allow you to continue. And yes, you may use pliers.
He Peng screamed loudly, tried to free himself, shook his head. "No, no, no, please don't do this, no." He screamed. But Jiang Cheng pulled down his trousers and with sausage tongs he held He Peng's tail up and let his knife draw once from left to right. He Peng fainted. Jiang Cheng held the sausage tongs as far away from him as possible and looked for something where he could dispose of the pervert's severed tail.
Disgusted by the hanging thing in the sausage tongs, Jiang Cheng ran back and forth but found nothing suitable and dropped the tail into a frying pan.
Zhan: Ah yes, that is disgusting.
Jiang Cheng: I don't know where to put it.
Zhan: Anywhere but not there. This is cookware, imagine someone else wanting to use it. Take it away, go.
Jiang Cheng: Where to?
Zhan: I don't know, out in the yard, or flush it down the toilet. Doesn't matter, as long as it's gone.
Jiang Cheng took the frying pan by its handle and held it away from his body as far as he could. Then he ran whimpering into the bathroom, a splash could be heard shortly afterwards and then the flush of the toilet. Jiang Cheng came back with the empty frying pan and shook himself. He threw the frying pan into the sink and Zhan looked at him with a pleading look.
Zhan: I don't think you should throw that thing in there. Maybe we should throw it away. Who knows who's gonna use them afterwards. I'd rather throw it in the trash, but really quick.
Meanwhile, He Peng was slowly coming to. Jiang Cheng had played enough and wanted to end it. Zhan thought it was a pity, because all the victims He Peng left behind would probably not be expiated. But he let Jiang Cheng do it. Jiang Cheng pulled out his knife again, stood behind He Peng, grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, smiled once more and cut He Peng's throat from ear to ear.
He Peng's will to live was really strong and so it took four and a half minutes until his pulse had finally stopped beating. Zhan took a few steps back and took a picture of He Peng's lifeless body and sent it to the Black Agency. A few minutes later they received a call from Zhan's superior. He congratulated them both on their "find".
Boss: Who knows who did this to him, but now the world has one asshole less. Well done!
Zhan: Thanks a lot boss. Whoever did it must have enjoyed it.
Boss: Definitely. We expect you back in the next few days. By the way, Jiang Cheng has to go back to India. Bring him back there first.
Zhan: Understood!