However, Lin Yao also had his own ideas.
The country's laws and regulations are too lenient in punishing the production and sale of counterfeit goods. Even when direct evidence is found, the punishment is mostly just fines and business suspension, which does not fundamentally affect those people.
Lin Yaosheng had a deep-seated hatred for the production and sale of counterfeit medicines.
Gou Xiaogou has left Chengdu and returned to his hometown to enjoy his life with his wife. Lin Yao, through a secret meeting with China's top hacker online, quickly reached a consensus.
That evening, an organization called "Heavenly Punishment" appeared online.
This is an organization that disregards national laws and regulations; this is an organization that treats human life as worthless as ants.
Because the organization's operations have only one end result: the death of the target.
The "Heavenly Punishment" organization, which was making its first public appearance, was engaged in the production and sale of counterfeit drugs, and it even made the production and sale of counterfeit Minhong drugs its top priority.
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I really have no choice today, I only have 8,000 words left, but actually only 7,000 are considered valid. I need to make up a lot more tomorrow, otherwise I'll really have no chance.
I originally wanted to start the "money-grabbing" operation today, but it's not a good time to talk about it now. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, and I hope you'll participate.
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Chapter 278 Falling into Demonic Encounters
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In early winter in northern China, temperatures are already quite low. Zhumadian, having been repeatedly battered by cold fronts, is now dressed for winter.
The ginkgo trees on the street were left with only bare branches, standing straight and firm in the cold wind.
Some of the fiery red maple trees that were vibrant in late autumn have become desolate, and their stunning beauty is no longer worth pausing to admire.
Pedestrians on the street walked quickly, as if even thick clothes couldn't ward off the cold, forcing them to increase their activity to keep warm. Occasionally, a few lightly dressed men and women stretched out their surprisingly muscular arms, laughing and talking loudly, their breath puffing out thick white vapors from their mouths and nostrils, as if showing off their light clothing and flaunting their health.
These people were either taking out the trash after coming out of a heated room, or getting into their cars after a short period of outdoor space; no one could really withstand the low temperatures for long.
Prioritizing style over warmth is not an option in the North. Nobody wants to risk their life, so without exception, pretty girls in the North have lost their figures. At most, they just play around with the styles of thick sweaters and down jackets, trying their best to look different.
Lin Yao arrived in the city five days after New Year's Day, flying to Zhengzhou and then taking a train.
He was alone, without any of the Yi family's "bodyguards." Now that he no longer required the Yi family to accompany him, no one objected; the higher one's personal strength, the greater one's freedom. He liked this feeling very much.
Tianzhong Square is beautiful. The Zhumadian Meteorological Tower in the distance looks like a giant Hercules Cup, appearing majestic and grand. However, the sphere at the top is too small, like a giant with a small head, which is the only flaw.
Lin Yao wasn't wearing many clothes—just a thin sweater and a dark-colored jacket. Both the style and the fabric were cheap, low-quality items he'd picked up from street stalls. He'd throw them away after this time, so there was no need to dress so formally.
With his puffy physique, double chin, large black-rimmed glasses, and wig, Lin Yao's appearance had changed so much that even he couldn't recognize himself.
Hearing people with heavy accents talking to each other, Lin Yao felt a little better. He quickened his pace and headed towards Longzhou Road near the square. There was a European-style residential area there, and his target lived there. Intelligence indicated that the target had been hiding at home most of the time to avoid the ever-present news reporters.
Climbing over the wall, Lin Yao went straight into room 302 of building 3, opened the security door, and barged in, startling the family members who were having dinner at the table. The middle-aged man immediately took out his phone to call the police, while two elderly people protected a little boy who looked about seven or eight years old.
The family, already terrified by the murder, immediately became wary of the cold, silent demeanor of the stranger who suddenly barged in.
"Who are you? How did you get in?" the woman shouted shrilly, her rapidly heaving chest revealing her inner panic.
The target was identified: Fu Kuisheng, the owner of Langyuan Club.
Lin Yao rushed over, grabbed the man's arm, and dragged him directly to the kitchen next to the small restaurant. Then he went into the bathroom, and the force of the drag sent the phone the man was holding flying. It landed far away on the mahogany floor with a thud.
"What are you trying to do? Let me go!"
Fu Kuisheng, who is 1.81 meters tall and weighs 95 kilograms, is a typical northern giant. However, Lin Yao dragged him along the ground like a dead dog. With his head tilted back, Fu Kuisheng tried to stand up by pushing off the ground with his feet and twisting his waist, but he could not resist Lin Yao's strength and speed. He was dragged directly into the bathroom.
"Brother, let's talk this out. I'll grant you any request you make."
Lin Yao's silent and cold demeanor terrified Fu Kuisheng. He realized something was wrong. The obvious forced entry and the ruthless methods gave him a sense of impending doom. At this moment, he no longer harbored any illusions and only wanted to show weakness and give in to deter the other party's actions.
With a swift movement of his left hand, he shoved Fu Kuisheng's large, muscular man into a corner of the bathroom. The impact caused Fu Kuisheng to cry out in pain.
He grabbed a blue toothbrush from the bathroom and stabbed it directly at Fu Kuisheng, who was curled up on the ground. The toothbrush handle pierced deep into his eye, making a slight sound, like a water balloon being popped. Fu Kuisheng, who was attacked, didn't even have time to make a sound before the toothbrush handle pierced his skull.
Death came so easily and effortlessly. Lin Yao unmoved, loosened his grip on the toothbrush head with his right hand, turned and walked out of the bathroom. He shoved the screaming woman aside and left the scene of the crime as if nothing had happened.
As they left, they caught a glimpse of the little boy huddled timidly in the old man's arms. Several people looked at Lin Yao with fear in their eyes. At this moment, they were still unaware that their son had been killed and thought that there had been coercion and beating. The screaming hostess did not say anything, but just kept screaming, which made the people around the table even more frightened.
After going downstairs and leaving the residential area, Lin Yao took a taxi to another residential area. The chief physician of the First People's Hospital, who provided the court with forged medical records, was off today, which would be perfect for Lin Yao to kill someone in a non-public place.
Forty minutes later, Lin Yao, now with a new look, retrieved his luggage from the train station's storage area, boarded the train, and left Zhumadian. This was the first stop in his killing spree. The ruthless killing gave Lin Yao a great sense of satisfaction. He was going to the next stop immediately, where there were still people waiting for him to deal with.
Xi'an, Wuhan, Hefei, Nanjing, Shanghai, Hangzhou, Nanchang, Fuzhou, Jinan, Shenyang, Beijing, Tianjin—along a single route, Lin Yao traveled between these major cities by train or plane.
In each location he went, he killed one to five people. Without exception, these people were from beauty salons and pharmacies that sold counterfeit Minhong "whitening and skin-rejuvenating powder". In just half a month, thirty-seven lives were lost at Lin Yao's hands. Coupled with the "divine punishment" business records that appeared on the Internet, the serial murder case that shocked the whole country terrified the world.
Is this still the behavior of a patriotic company?
Did this company commit the brutal murder that disregarded national laws?
The incident sparked heated discussions online, with both positive and negative opinions. However, mainstream media only reported on the connection between the serial murder case and the infringement of Minhong Pharmaceutical's products in various regions, without pointing the finger at Minhong Pharmaceutical. After all, media reports must be based on factual evidence and cannot be subject to subjective imagination and speculation as freely as those on the internet.
Next, "Heavenly Punishment" began to expand its reach, extending beyond those associated with Minhong Pharmaceutical to include individuals responsible for counterfeit vaccines in Anhui, those responsible for manufacturing and selling counterfeit alcohol in Shanxi, and several criminals in Qingdao who were selling toxic counterfeit drugs online...
As the death toll rose, the investigation into the case, which was listed as a key case by the GA department, also stalled.