You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 6: Hoba's Choice

In the car, Chi Ping sat in the back seat and Huo Ba was driving.

Before being discharged from the hospital, Su Xueyi found Chi Ping and told him about Huoba.

After finishing, he also reminded:
“You guys should handle your prison affairs yourself.

"You are a man of professional faith and you know what to do."

Ever since Chi Ping mentioned the Hand, Hoba's nerves had been tense. The image in the rearview mirror in the middle was stuck between his anxious brows.

"Tell me, what happened to the hand-in-hand meeting?" Chi Ping asked in the back seat, and then he felt that the car was obviously not as stable as before.

"Drive carefully and don't drag the wounded into the ditch." Chi Ping added, and still saw Hoba in the rearview mirror, with a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

He still didn't say anything, just staring at the road ahead, but his fingers gripping the steering wheel were already white.

"Why are you so nervous? What else can I do to you?"

Only then did Huoba smile foolishly.

His ability to express himself verbally was not strong, and it took him thirty minutes to stumble and explain what he wanted to say.

When Huba was eighteen years old, he came out of the orphanage and was assigned to a warehouse of a certain company, responsible for unloading trucks.

It was during this period that Hoba met his mentor.

His mentor helped him awaken the Man of Steel, and he inherited his mentor's identity as a vigilante, becoming an executioner of the Hand.

The original Hand was formed by three executioners.

After the three executioners grew old and died, the Hand had established a huge reputation among the people.

But not all successors were like Huba. Some of them used the banner of the Handmaid's Tale to make money and engage in illegal activities.

The Hand then split into two factions, the radicals and the conservatives.

Hoba is a conservative.

So after his mentor left, he left the Hand, became a free executioner, and continued to do his work as a vigilante.

But this time, he was called out.

The car drove straight to Hoba's house. He took a mask from home and gave it to Chi Ping. The mask was the certificate of the Hand's elder executioner.

Crafted by the three original executioners, the mask is made of special materials and undergoes a special tempering process. It is pitch black, with sharp edges and a metallic texture.

The special patterns formed during quenching can be seen in the sunlight.

It is difficult to imitate, so Hoba's mentor gave him the mask before leaving.

However, in recent years, the Hand, led by radical factions, has begun to expand in Star City. Hobart's conflicts with them have gradually increased, and it is very likely that the Hand was responsible for his actions.

"If the Federation finds me, I can leave," Hoba said in a muffled voice, his head lowered. He looked a little annoyed and lost.

"The Federation has indeed started investigating you." Chi Ping said casually, but it was a blow to Huo Ba's heart.

But the next sentence gave Huba hope.

"But, you asked me to check you out." Ikehei said, noticing the joy in Huoba's eyes: "Do you really want to be a vigilante?"

Hoba nodded.

"But if you let me investigate you, you'll have to give up your role as executioner," Chi Ping said. Huo Ba's eyes dimmed. "I'm doing this for your sake. I also have to give an explanation to the higher-ups."

"So, Huoba." Chi Ping looked into Huoba's eyes seriously: "Now you have two choices -

"First, give up your official position and continue to be your executioner. I will help you conceal what you did before.

"Second, give up your executioner. I'll handle the Superpower Administration."

Hearing this, Huoba immediately made a choice in his mind. He wanted to continue to be a vigilante. But Chi Ping added:
"If you choose the official role and give up being the executioner, we can continue to be brothers."

The implication of this sentence, which Chi Ping did not say, is: If you choose to be the executioner, in order to protect myself from official investigation, then it is best for us to keep our distance.

Hearing this, the nearly two-meter-tall man hunched over on the sofa, struggling internally.

After a while, Huoba asked tentatively:

"I can draw a clear line between us on the surface, but, but, when you need me, I can help you immediately."

Chi Ping was stunned: "So you choose to give up your official status and continue to be an executioner?"

Huoba nodded: "I also want to continue to be brothers with you. You know, I don't have many friends-" "If you do this, what if the Super Power Bureau arrests you? You are very strong, but there are also many A-level people in the Federation." Chi Ping said a lot of practical problems in a row.

"You will be wanted by then, and your A-level rating will definitely be taken seriously. How you will ensure your own survival will be a problem.

“With your personality, would you go and rob?
“What if you saved a seriously ill person who needed money to take care of it?
"I know you're passionate, and I want to be your brother, but sometimes you have to think seriously."

When Chi Ping asked the second question, he was already speechless. He seemed to be squeezed between many questions, embarrassed and awkward.

After a while, he just said hesitantly: "There will always be a way."

Ikehira had already explained the facts, but this guy Hoba still wanted to be a vigilante.

This is indeed his character: strong and upright, reckless and reckless.

Ikehira exhaled heavily: "Then, just continue to be your vigilante."

Huoba raised his head and looked at him, with some reluctance and determination in his eyes.

The reluctance is because he wants to draw a clear line between himself and Chi Ping, and the determination is to implement justice after drawing the line.

"You continue to be a vigilante and maintain your official status." Chi Ping's words made Huo Ba confused again.

Isn't it just a choice between the two?
Immediately, he heard Chi Ping's explanation: "You hide some of your abilities and stop acting as an executioner, but you can continue to be a vigilante.

"As for the trouble with the executioner—"

Chi Ping put on the alloy mask representing the elder executioner and said:
"I'll help you carry it."

The two-meter-tall man was stunned and almost cried. He knew that Chi Ping was much smarter than him. Since he said so, there must be a solution.

The next morning, Chi Ping's injuries had not yet fully recovered and it was still drizzling outside, so he went straight to the office.

There is a lot of information about criminals stored in the office computer. He wants to understand it first, and then conduct simulations to find a way out.

Due to the damage caused by the prison break two days ago, Chi Ping's office has been moved to another intact place.

When I went there, I saw quite a few prisoners cleaning the new office area.

They wore super-energy suppressors and were supervised by prison guards.

The warden's office was the first to be cleaned. There was a carpet on the floor, which was very comfortable to walk on after putting on slippers.

Chi Ping sat in the boss chair, and soon, the chief guard in charge of the first department of prison internal affairs was called in.

The head guard of the first section was a woman in her twenties, dressed neatly and neatly, and her prison uniform perfectly outlined the curves of her figure.

"There's a Hand prisoner in jail. Is he still there?"

Chi Ping asked, considering the prison break incident, there was a possibility that the other party could use this to escape from prison.

"He's still undergoing transformation." said the female guard leader.

"Tell me about his situation."

"He's been in prison for 14 years. The incident was a big deal back then, and the whole of Star City had heard of his name.

“When I was in prison, I resisted fiercely and even attempted suicide.

"He's a very fierce man," commented the female guard leader.

Chi Ping nodded: "Let him come over."

"He's outside. You just saw him."

Ike Ping was stunned by the female guard captain's words, and then he saw her open the door of the warden's office.

An old prisoner wearing a suppressor is outside -

He was holding the leather shoes that Chi Ping had just taken off. He carefully wiped the mud spots on the shoes. After he was done, he blew on them and polished the shoes until they were shiny.

He was thin, with cloudy eyes and a short, graying hair. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties. His face was covered in wrinkles, but whenever he met someone's gaze, he would smile first.

There's nothing fierce about him, rather he looks like someone who has been tortured by the years.

"Are you the murderer of the Hand?" Chi Ping asked him.

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