Ning Zhao walked up to Lian Ju with a gun.

Lian Ju raised her head to look at Ning Zhao and laughed.

There were blood stains on the corners of both mouths, and the teeth on the mouths were also scarlet with blood.

"The murderer, Heng is killed. ”

Ning Zhao raised his pistol, aimed it at Lianju, and said, "When you have the intention of killing, you should be able to think that there will be this result." ”

"Of course. ”

Reiju's smile was clean and gentle, and she didn't have the fear of death at all.

Ning Zhao turned his head to look at Miao Qing.

Miao Qing's expression was indifferent.

The people she had killed couldn't be counted with a single pair of hands.

To her, this kind of thing is like seeing a person walking on the road.

Ning Zhao returned his gaze to Lian Ju again, clenched the gun with both hands, tilted his head and closed one eye, and aimed the crosshair at Lian Ju's eyebrows.

"Bang!"

The huge recoil of the M1911 made the gun jump.

However, such a close distance is enough to hit the target you want to hit.

The smile on Lian Ju's face froze, and a finger-thick blood hole in the center of her eyebrows.

On the wall behind him, blood exploded and scattered, like a delicate blood chrysanthemum.

"Whew. ”

Ning Zhao let out a sigh of relief, and did not return the gun to the man in black, but stuck it in his waist.

The action is done in one go, cold and handsome.

"Let's get the bullets off first, or it's easy to misfire." ”

The man in black reminded.

"Oh. ”

Ning Zhao pulled out the gun a little embarrassed and asked, "How do you return the bullet?"

"Pull the magazine out and pull it down. ”

The man in black said.

"Good. ”

Ning Zhao pulled out the magazine, picked up the smoothbore, and a yellow bullet jumped out.

"Pull the trigger and make sure there are no more bullets in the chamber. ”

The man in black instructed.

"Good. ”

Ning Zhao pointed the gun at Lian Ju and pulled the trigger.

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, and the empty warehouse hung up.

"Alright. ”

The man in black nodded, ready to withdraw.

"Wait a minute, are there any more bullets?"

Ning Zhao stopped him.

The man in black took out two magazines full of bullets from his pocket and handed them over.

"Thank you, borrow me for a few days, and remember to ask me when you come back. ”

Ning Zhao took the magazine and said.

"No, I'll send you. ”

The man in black smiled, walked out, and stood at the door to stand by.

"With Miao Qing by your side, it's useless for you to hold a gun. ”

Lin Feng said a little strangely.

"Use it for self-defense at critical moments. ”

Ning Zhao reinserted the gun into his waist and said with a smile.

"If the other party can defeat Miao Qing, you can't protect yourself even if you have a gun. ”

Lin Feng said lightly, turned around and walked out.

Miao Qing followed.

"Wait for me!"

Ning Zhao also followed out quickly.

After they left, several men in black entered and dealt with the scene.

Reju's body was put into a body bag, and all the blood stains at the scene were wiped clean.

As for the wall where the blood has seeped in, directly on the original basis, apply a layer of putty again, and repaint the wall.

After the room is empty for a few days and the smell of blood is gone, the next tenant will move in.

It's just that she'll never know what happened inside this house.

On the way back.

Ning Zhao took out the mobile phone with Guo Weiwei's WeChat and took a look, and saw that Guo Weiwei had posted a circle of friends.

It's a small video, inside the bar.

On the table were a dozen Louis XIII, and a circle of long-legged Internet celebrity beauties were sitting.

"Heh, this grandson is not idle. ”

Ning Zhao sneered, and then his other mobile phone rang.

"Hello?"

Ning Zhao picked it up, listened for a while and said, "Okay, I know." ”

hung up the phone and said to Lin Feng, who was sitting next to him: "I found out, that Xianger Industry and Trade is basically a shell company, which was opened by Guo Weiwei's middle school classmates, and it has no business, but it pays a lot of taxes every year." ”

"For the sake of license plates. ”

Lin Feng said lightly.

"Yes. ”

Ning Zhao said: "This is a company that specializes in licensing Guo Weiwei's car. ”

"What is the name of a legal person?"

Lin Feng asked.

"Lang Qianling. ”

Ning Zhao said: "At the same time, he also runs a car dealership in the Tianjin Free Trade Zone, specializing in high-end imported cars. ”

"Hmm. ”

Lin Feng took out his mobile phone and dialed a call: "Mountain ghost, go to Jinmen to do something." ”

More than five hours later.

Lin Feng and Ning Zhao sat in the courtyard, Ning Zhao nodded sleepily and yawned.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, and Ning Zhao's spirit was shocked.

The mountain ghost strode in with a sack on his shoulder.

"Hosts, brought back. ”

As he spoke, he threw the sack to the ground.

"Oh, help, help!"

The man inside the sack struggled violently, desperately screaming for help.

But in the deep courtyard of this old mansion, no matter how loud he shouted, no one outside could hear him.

"Let him out. ”

Lin Feng said lightly.

The mountain ghost squatted down, took out the knife, and cut a hole directly in the sack.

The young man inside came out at once, and without hesitation for a moment, he got up and ran away.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and he suddenly stopped when he ran to the door.

"Get back!"

Ning Zhao said coldly with a gun.

"Yes, yes!"

The young man turned around tremblingly, looking at the gun in Ning Zhao's hand, he was even more frightened.

He walked up to Lin Feng and Ning Zhao slowly.

"Poof!"

Directly knelt on the ground, begged for mercy with a handful of snot and tears: "Big brother, I will give you as much as you want, just spare my life!"

"Lang Qianling, right?"

Ning Zhao fiddled with the pistol and asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm Lang Qianling!"

Lang Qianling nodded and said, "A few big brothers, if you make a price, I can come up with whatever amount you want." ”

"What you say is full of confidence. ”

Ning Zhao smiled and asked, "You can take out as much as you want?"

"Yes, as long as you can offer a price!"

Lang Qianling hurriedly said.

"It seems that Guo Weiwei didn't treat you badly. ”

Ning Zhao said leisurely: "How many cars did you help Guo Weiwei raise?"

"Weiwei?"

Lang Qianling was stunned for a moment, and asked a little strangely: "Big brother, why are you asking this?"

"Bang!"

Ning Zhao shot at the bluestone slab in front of him.

Originally, I just wanted to scare Lang Qianling.

Unexpectedly, the bullet bounced off the bluestone slab and shot into Lang Qianling's shoulder.

"Ahh

Lang Qianling screamed and fell to the ground.

"Uh, sorry ha, accident. ”

Ning Zhao said a little embarrassed and put the gun away.

"Okay, answer my question. ”

Ning Zhao asked.

"Few, dozens of them. ”

Lang Qianling's face was pale in pain, cold sweat was dripping, and he said miserably.

"To be specific. ”

Ning Zhao asked.

"It's too much, I can't remember it clearly, I need to go back to the company to check. ”

Lang Qianling said with a sad face.

"That's right. ”

Ning Zhao nodded and said, "In addition to helping Guo Weiwei maintain his car, what else do you do for him?"

"This..."

Lang Qianling hesitated and did not speak.