After Du Feng hung up the phone, he almost rushed back to Donghai City with Li Youshi non-stop, the call came from Zhou Yan, in the past few days, Hua Feng's physical store was suddenly smashed in retaliation, and it was just disguised as a courier*, it was detonated at the door of his own house, if it wasn't for the presence of the members of the hurricane team, it was found in time, it is estimated that all the relatives at home will be killed, this news has made Du Feng realize that the hands hidden in the shadows have finally reached out to him.

"Can you find out who did it?" Du Feng got into the off-road vehicle driven by Chang Baichuan and said to Zhou Yan who was the co-pilot.

"Not yet, I suspect it's the Wang family, but there is not enough evidence. Zhou Yan said.

"Let's not talk about this first, how is the family?" Du Feng said.

"Where did Li Chong take the second elder and his wife back to the base. Zhou Yan lit a cigarette and said: "Now that the cordon has been opened in the community, and all our people have been evacuated, this incident is our dereliction of duty." ”

Du Feng looked at Zhou Yan strangely and said, "Don't blame you for this, didn't you find out in time? ”

Zhou Yan exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "The protective clothing has played a big role, but it still breaks a few bones and is recuperating at the base." ”

"Wait for me to take a look at the scene first, and then go and visit my brother. ”

Du Feng's former home had been isolated by a heavy cordon at this time, and the armed police were assembled here in groups.

Looking at the door that was lifted, Du Feng clenched his fists and made a crackling sound.

"Coming back?" Lan Qi was dressed in a training uniform, and after seeing Du Feng from afar, she ran straight over and said, if it wasn't for a public place, she really wanted to hug her lover.

Du Feng replied with a reluctant smile: "I heard that something happened at home, come back quickly, how come you are not injured, right?"

Lan Qi heard Du Feng's words of concern, and couldn't help but feel warm in her heart and said, "It's okay, I was shopping with Sister Xi at the time, besides, you also know my skills, and nothing will happen." ”

Du Feng heard Lan Qi's words and hurriedly covered her mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, I'll go and have a look first." ”

With Lan Qi's leadership, Du Feng naturally easily entered the scene of the incident, judging from the degree of melting of the steel bar, the power of this * is definitely not small, and the flame produced is enough to melt the steel.

Military*. Du Feng smelled the remaining ashes, the familiar smell shocked him very much, generally speaking, if it is a terrorist attack, it is generally such a civilian wasteland*, although both military and civilian are *, they can be lethal, but the power is very different in comparison.

In the pitch-black explosion range, there is also quite a bit of milky powder.

"What is this?" Du Feng leaned up to touch it, but was interrupted by Lan Qi: "Don't touch that, it's corrosive." ”

As he spoke, Lan Qi picked up a bottle of mineral water and poured it on the white powder, which released a large amount of smoke.

"Here you go. Lan Qi handed Du Feng an industrial mask and said, "This thing should be poisonous, it belongs to phosphoric anhydride." ”

Phosphoric acid anhydride plus explosion. An even more terrifying weapon appeared in Du Feng's mind: "*!"

In fact, the production of * is not high-tech, nor is it a mysterious product with a technological monopoly, but it is at the forefront of anti-human weapons by virtue of its unique combustion performance.

In the Second Lebanese-Israeli War, the IDF used a weapon that* had a certain stickiness that could not be extinguished once it was touched, and the flames would start to burn from the flesh to the bones, and the whole battlefield was littered with only clothes and bloodless corpses.

Although the United Nations now lists * in the arms ban, each country has a considerable amount of equipment.

"Okay!" Du Feng said as he stood up from the spot.

"What now?" Lan Qi said.

Du Feng didn't look at the phosphoric acid that was slowly reacting on the ground, and said calmly: "Let's go back to Xishan first." ”

Lan Qi nodded, and then explained to the two armed police officers on the side and got into the car with Du Feng.

After Du Feng got in the car and left, among the crowd of onlookers, a man with a heavy peaked cap slowly retreated from the crowd, looking at the off-road vehicle in the distance with dark blue eyes, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

…….

In the Medallion Club late at night, instead of the prosperity of the past, today's bronze door carved by a famous carver was tightly closed, leaving only a pair of A4 paper that did not match it: "The club is clean, temporarily closed, please take care of it." ”

On a luxury private room, the four words of splendid rivers and mountains are very dazzling under the reflection of the light, and people who are sensitive to precious metals will find that these four words are carved out of pure gold.

"Mr. Luo, please come in, Mrs. Wang is already waiting inside. ”

A young man in a suit bowed slightly to a middle-aged man and made a hand gesture of please.

After the young man finished speaking, several other people came up, made a "sorry" hand gesture, and began to search the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man stretched out his arms, a very common type of body search, and did not feel that there was anything wrong with doing so.

After some searching, several security guards bowed to the man, the door opened, and inside was an antique decoration, in the middle of the room, an old man was sitting on a Taishi chair, he was the emperor of the underground world of the East China Sea, Wang Jingcheng. Now that he is seventy years old, he does not look like an old man, and his maintenance can be said to be a crane hair and a childish face, if it weren't for the fact that there is still a little sideburns at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, he would even be hooked with the Dao bone fairy wind.

On Wang Jingcheng's side, there is a foreigner, this foreigner's knuckles are very wide, at first glance, he is a person who has practiced, especially the hands are covered with calluses, as long as anyone who has been a soldier knows that it is a gun cocoon unique to veterans.

"Old lady Wang!" Luo Yong Zhou didn't look too much, and said respectfully.

"Brother Luo is here?" Wang Jingcheng laughed.

It is true that he is a brother after he annexed Song Jichang in the East China Sea, but he can't just give up the opportunity to be left and right, and in the black forces, the concept of vertical and horizontal is also extremely obvious. If you're not careful, you'll end up with no bones left. Not to mention that he will naturally need help with an organization that is not inferior to himself at all.

"Mr. Wang, I have taken care of you all these years and asked you to say goodbye. Rayong bowed and said respectfully.

Wang Jingcheng nodded with satisfaction, what he wanted was this attitude, an attitude of absolute obedience. Luo Yongzhou's current identity is not ordinary, it is the absolute leader of the Bamboo Union Gang in China, if the power is not much different from his huge Hong Gang, can he not be happy with himself now.

"Brother Lailuo, sit down and let's have a good talk. Wang Jingcheng personally picked up a purple sand teapot, poured a cup of tea and put it aside.

Luo Yong Zhou sat opposite the foreigner, and for some reason he always smelled a trace of danger on the foreigner, this feeling of being locked by a fierce beast made him feel a little like pins and needles, and even the hand that picked up the teacup was a little unnatural.

Although Luo Yongzhou's gaffe was only for a moment, it was still captured by Wang Jingcheng, and he smiled secretly in his heart: "How has Brother Luo been in recent days?"

"Thanks to you, I'm not too embarrassed to run around the gang. Luo Yong Zhou said with a smile.

Wang Jingcheng narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't know, Brother Luo doesn't know this." ”

As he spoke, Wang Jingcheng pointed to the gloomy night sky outside the window and smiled meaningfully.

"Night?" said Rayong Zhou pretending to be calm.

Wang Jingcheng said: "Yes, you should know about the kid surnamed Du." ”

Luo Yong Zhou couldn't help but clench the teacup: "Does he have anything to do with the Night Organization?"

Wang Jingcheng said: "The person in charge of Ye now is surnamed Yang, and if it is unexpected, it is actually this organization that should be surnamed Du." ”