After being taken to the police station, Yang Yifeng sat in the interrogation room with nothing to do, thinking that someone would soon come to him for trouble, but until two hours, Yang Yifeng did not see anyone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

What's going on?

Yang Yifeng looked at the time, and felt very strange that no one had come to him for such a long time, because in Yang Yifeng's opinion, this Director Ma must have a leg with Long Youhai, and Long Youhai hated himself to the core, and the other party was very likely to spend money to avoid disasters and let Director Ma find a way to kill himself in the bureau.

Therefore, Yang Yifeng has made all kinds of preparations, but what he didn't expect was that the other party had not taken any measures, or rather, the other party had not taken any measures so far.

Yang Yifeng was not in a hurry, so he sat in the interrogation room, looking out the window boredly, thinking about how they might treat him later.

After about fifteen minutes or so, Yang Yifeng heard a sound of footsteps outside the door, the footsteps seemed very frank and brisk at first, as if this person's heart was very happy, but when he came to the door, the voice suddenly became very cautious, as if he was a thief.

Yang Yifeng smiled, knowing that this was someone sent by the police department, at the moment, there was no expression on his face, and his neck was crooked, and he was ready to pretend to be asleep.

And at this time, the door of the interrogation room was opened from the outside, and then a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked person was squeezed in from the outside, as soon as this person saw that Yang Yifeng was still lying on the chair and falling asleep, his face suddenly showed a trace of anger, and his mouth was also unclean and scolded: "Damn, this kid is really fat!"

After finishing speaking, the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man walked in, seemingly intending to get Yang Yifeng out quietly, but when he approached Yang Yifeng, the latter suddenly opened his eyes.

"Huh?"

Seeing that Yang Yifeng suddenly opened his eyes, Xiao Liu was also startled, he originally thought that Yang Yifeng was asleep, but when he saw Yang Yifeng open his eyes this time, a flattering smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he approached Yang Yifeng and said, "Yang Shao, I am a person sent by God!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Yang Yifeng's face suddenly showed a playful smile, a pair of eyes looked at this person, and did not speak, but at this time, Xiao Liu began to chatter endlessly: "Yang Shao, time is running out, God sent me to get you out of the case, let's leave quickly!"

"How do you go, there are guards outside!" Yang Yifeng smiled and said.

After listening to Yang Yifeng's words, Xiao Liu's face suddenly showed a treacherous smile, and then pointed to the door and said, "Yang Shao, don't worry, the people outside have been led away by me, and the two of us can go out now." As long as you keep walking along this road, there is a secret door outside, let's go out from that place, Director Ma won't be able to find us, and when I send you back to the myth, my mission will be completed!"

"Let's go now!" Xiao Liu looked at the time, looking a little anxious, he had a calculation in his heart, as long as he let Yang Yifeng leave here with him, and then try his best to trick Yang Yifeng into the car, this matter will be over, he will be able to get the million, and then fly away!

After finishing speaking, Xiao Liu walked straight outside, but Yang Yifeng didn't pay attention to him at all, after Xiao Liu left, Yang Yifeng slowly returned to his seat alone, closed his eyes and began to sleep again.

Xiao Liu had been waiting for Yang Yifeng in the car outside, but he waited until it was getting dark, and he didn't see anyone coming out of the interrogation room.

At that moment, Xiao Liu walked in suspiciously, who knew that as soon as he entered the door, he saw Yang Yifeng already sitting on the chair in the interrogation room and falling asleep.

Southern suburbs dog farm.

The sky is getting dark, but at this moment, the southern suburbs dog farm is lively, and it can't be said to be lively, because at this time, more people have gathered in the dog farm.

The police have basically all been withdrawn, but the mythical people are still stationed in place because of Yang Yifeng's order, and Chen Shen is directly guarding Long Youhai, so that he has no way to escape.

At this time, suddenly a little brother ran in in a hurry and said to Long Youhai: "Master Long, outside...... There are a lot of military vehicles coming outside!"

What the!

As soon as he heard this, Long Youhai almost jumped up from the chair, and Chen Shen next to him was also quite ugly, after a long time, the faces of the two of them were cloudy and changeable, I don't know why these soldiers came to the southern suburbs dog farm.

At this time, the military vehicles were already parked outside, and in the middle was a Hongqi car, which was rare on the street, and it was generally only those with a red background who could afford to drive, and the license plate of the car was also extremely conspicuous, it was the car of Dijing!

"Why are there so many soldiers!" said a member of the myth to a brother next to him, his face was full of horror, and his friend was also puzzled, and immediately said with trembling: "I don't know, maybe some important person is coming!"

At that moment, in the red flag car was an old man walking down, the old man was full of silver hair, a pair of eyes were extremely deep, he looked extraordinary, he was wearing a black Mao suit, holding a dragon head crutch in his hand, looking very wise.

Behind this old man, there were two men in black with mighty faces, presumably these two people were the old man's personal bodyguards, and the old man's eyes shot out of the essence, and he looked like he was very smart and wise.

Behind the old man, there were three other people, one of whom was wearing a gray suit, carrying a briefcase in his hand, and the corners of his eyes were deep, looking like he had gone through vicissitudes.

The other two, one of whom was shrouded in a black cloak and carried a huge scythe on his shoulder, looked nondescript, like the Grim Reaper in the Western world.

The last person was a middle-aged man with a big belly, with a trace of cold sweat on his face, looking at the dense mythical people around him, his face was ugly for a while.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on here?"

At this time, the middle-aged man in gray clothes suddenly spoke up and said coldly.