Chapter Ninety-Seven: Qincheng Prison!

Tang Huan didn't go home with a Rolls-Royce of Longxiang, but stopped a taxi on the side of the road.

As soon as he got in the car, he called Lao Zhuang's phone.

This old thing really does what it says, and turns it on for itself twenty-four hours a day.

"Have you figured it out? When will you come back? I'll send a special plane to pick you up. Lao Zhuang's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. Brother Huan is still very enthusiastic with him.

"Less enthusiasm. Tang Huan pouted. "I'm looking for you to ask about someone. ”

"What person?" Lao Zhuang suddenly became vigilant. "Don't do anything bad, you kid. Some people's identities are top secret. I can't divulge it to you. That's a risk of treason. ”

Tang Huan didn't talk to him, and wrote lightly: "The surname is Long." The people of the White City. There is a girl named Long Xiang. ”

This bit of information was collected for evidence, and Tang Huan believed that even if Lao Zhuang was completely unaware, he could quickly collect enough detailed information.

After all, Tang Huan's original unit was mainly engaged in intelligence. And it's also an international secret intelligence agency. Those domestic intelligence unit leaders, who has no friendship with Lao Zhuang?

Sure enough, Lao Zhuang had never heard of this person. However, he directly called Tang Huan three minutes later. Give him what he wants.

Lao Zhuang's identity includes the institution he manages, which can be said to be a military institution, and is also directly under the jurisdiction of the State Council. The level is very high, and the permissions are also very large. Lao Zhuang even gave up better treatment and military rank in order to stay in this unit. It can be said that it is the soul of the entire unit.

Tang Huan lit a cigarette and waited for less than three minutes before the phone rang.

"Aren't you kid going to live an ordinary life, how can you be interested in investigating this person?" Lao Zhuang's voice was a little low. "A word of advice to you, if you really want to live an ordinary life, don't get involved. This is very complicated, and even implicates several provincial leaders. ”

Tang Huan raised his eyebrows slightly. I never expected that this battle of power in the White City would be so widely implicated.

"Let's be specific. Tang Huan asked with a normal heart.

"The guy surnamed Long you inquired about is currently serving in Qincheng Prison. Because of the good performance, I will be able to go out in less than a year. It is said that he had a good conversation with many important people in it. Lao Zhuang said in amazement. "This old thing really can mix everywhere. Even Qincheng Prison can expand its network. It's not easy. ”

This person's name is Long Zu, a native of Baicheng. In the early years, it was of a black nature. Later, after nearly ten years of operation, the full plate of business was laundered. Of course, there was also a problem with the social climate at that time. Otherwise, a big man like this who started out in crime would have been thrown into prison a long time ago. How can it be beautiful for so many years?

In recent years, the central government has cracked down hard, and finally cut out the cancer of this white city. As a result, many provincial leaders were involved. It can be described as a major earthquake in officialdom, and it has even been on TV news.

But Tang Huan didn't believe that this was the so-called strike hard, but he was afraid that it was a cruel officialdom contest, and it ended in the defeat of Long Zu's side, right?

"It turned out to be such a big impact. Tang Huan narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's no wonder that Long Xiang is so awe-inspiring. It turned out that his father had reached such a high status back then.

"Don't get involved, you kid. Lao Zhuang reminded. "Although we are not in the same system as them, it is very troublesome to really participate. ”

"Who is with you, you are you, I am me. What does it matter?" Tang Huan corrected Lao Zhuang's words. Asked. "Since you checked Long Zu, you should also check Fu Ye by the way, right?"

"He was the big winner of the year. Lao Zhuang said succinctly. "In the early years, the two sides fought very hard. Later, Long Zu entered, and he was the biggest beneficiary. And he has made a lot of small moves recently, just to prevent Long Zu from coming out. ”

After a slight pause, Lao Zhuang said meaningfully: "You kid offended the surnamed Fu?"

"It's not offended, is it?" said Tang Huan. "Just slapped him twice. ”

Brother Huan blew a little cowhide. If he really dares to slap Fu Ye twice, can the latter tolerate him to call Lao Zhuang soundly? I'm afraid he will use his ass to dial the number.

Sighing lightly, Lao Zhuang pursed his lips and said, "You kid is talking about living an ordinary life, and at the same time offending this kind of local snake." Can you do something to worry about?"

"I didn't provoke it. Tang Huan smiled.

"Do you want me to come forward and talk to that old fellow?" Lao Zhuang planned to go out himself.

Tang Huan knew that if Lao Zhuang really came out for an interview, the whole thing would become more and more complicated. It is very likely that it will not be good for Lao Zhuang either.

Of course, it's not that Lao Zhuang is afraid of Fu Ye's power. It's that he is an intelligence agency, negotiating with the kind of people who are not innocent. Now that the people above know, can they talk to Lao Zhuang? A stern warning is inevitable.

"I can handle it myself. You don't need to cry rats. Tang Huan pouted. "You just take care of those bunnies. ”

Lao Zhuang had long been numb to Tang Huan's teasing, and suddenly changed his words. "Guo Fei's group of monkey cubs have you seen it, how are you, are there a few who are satisfied? ”

"The combat effectiveness is not bad. There is the style of the year. When Tang Huan mentioned this, his eyes were slightly gloomy. "In terms of strategy or actual combat, I haven't seen it, so I don't make an evaluation. ”

"There's a chance you'll give me pointers—"

"Lao Zhuang. Tang Huan's voice suddenly became low. "Can you stop talking?"

Lao Zhuang on the other end of the phone opened his mouth, and his originally elated face became gloomy: "Hmm." You go get busy. Remember what I said, if you can get involved, try not to fight with those landlords. They are not small. There is also a relationship in the capital. ”

"Got it. Tang Huan said indifferently. "Hung up. ”

Hanging up the phone, Tang Huan took a deep puff of his cigarette. The gloomy face lasted for a long time. In the dark eyes, the exaggeration has also faded, and only the cold and violent remain. Even the driver who drove the car felt the cold breath in the cabin. I wonder how the weather can be said to be cold.