When Long Jiang and Zeng Qiaoqiao were happily upside down. No one thought about it. Yanagihara of the dark night wind and thunder. At this time, the black and white are looking for the two of them everywhere like crazy.

Stormy night. Binzhou City, the provincial capital of Sanjiang Province. The high-end residential community "Kowloon Huating" detached villa No. 008 is brightly lit. A tall and mighty man in his pajamas, in his mid-fifties. He was pacing irritably on the ground with his hands behind his back. Next to the sofa in frosted crocodile leather. A beautiful woman in fancy dress holds a small white dog that costs a lot of money. Stroking his body and crying.

"Alright. Don't cry. It's upsetting. Qiaoqiao won't be fine. There is something. It's useless for you to cry." The man is Zeng Qiaoqiao's father. The famous Kowloon gang leader in Binzhou City. However, it is now renamed as the chairman of Kowloon Group, Zeng Shuren.

"It's all your fault. Support Qiaoqiao to start a business. A girl running around. We earn money. Children can't spend their entire lives. You wait. If something happens. I will not spare you." The beautiful woman in gorgeous costumes is named Wu Liyan. The eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Zeng Qiaoqiao. CEO of Binzhou Jiulong Real Estate Company. At this time, he was staring at Zeng Shuren with hateful eyes.

"Hmph. A woman's view. I have been a child of men. How can it be a lazy worm that sits and eats the empty mountain. The son has made you spoiled. Look at what has become. My daughter won't let her do anything she likes. Sooner or later, they'll regret it." The man stopped. Turning around, he was dissatisfied. Arms waved fiercely. venting the anger in his heart.

Wu Liyan wanted to say something. But looking at the rainstorm and thunder outside. The heart is stuffed with worries and all kinds of unbearable consequences. I don't have the heart to quarrel with my man anymore. The head of the mantis is low. Buried his head again and began to cry.

An urgent phone rings. With the rumbling thunder outside. It looks so thrilling.

Zeng Shuren hurriedly ran a few steps. Looked at the call. Can't wait to grab the phone:

"Hey. I'm a tree man. Brother Sun. The child still doesn't believe it. What the. You personally came forward to find Liu Yuan's secretary Li Wanjian. That's great. I won't say much about thanks. The child is found. I'll definitely bring her to the door to thank you."

Put down the phone. Another hurried bell rang. He retracted his smile. Picked it up:

"Little Fan. How is the situation. I know. You're doing a good job. Remember. It's not the time for revenge. No expense. Be sure to find Qiaoqiao." Zeng Shuren put down the phone. Smoke out a cigarette. Slowly lit it. Take a hard sip. Then a phone call was made:

"Contact me with the Wind Slayer. Prepare for the bounty. Prepare $2 million."

……

A phone call from the secretary of the Yanagihara Municipal Party Committee. A large number of police officers who were not on duty got up from the warm bed. Hurriedly get on various means of transportation. Braving heavy rain. Rush to their respective posts.

The office building of the Yanagihara Public Security Bureau is brightly lit. The city bureau office will be accompanied by a thunderstorm that is getting louder and louder. It is held with difficulty in a steaming atmosphere.

Secretary Wan and the High Bureau are on a business trip in the field. Deputy Director Yoon Ji-woo presided over this uncomfortable meeting in place of the director. There are more than 20 members of the Municipal Bureau team, the head of the criminal investigation detachment, the director of the information center, and the director of the Liuhua District Bureau where the case occurred. The facts of the case are being sorted out. Determine the direction of detection.

Bureau Yin is making a mobilization speech:

"Comrades. The main leaders of the Municipal Party Committee. Secretary Wan of the Municipal Bureau is very concerned about the kidnapping case. This is the first case since the Municipal Legal Committee launched the 100-day battle. It's a provocation to our public security officer Chi Guoguo. It is also a deliberate sabotage of the work of the municipal party committee and municipal government to attract investment. The kidnapped person was Zeng Qiaoqiao. He is the chairman of a provincial beauty chain company. It has a great influence in the domestic and international beauty industry. The leader instructed us to ......"

A confidential police officer hurried into the conference room. Hand over a copy of the briefing note that Yin Ju had just received.

The briefing quickly circulated within the team. Everyone was talking about the news they had just received. Location of Windmill Township at the junction of Liudong County and Liuhua District. The vehicle was found to have been shot. But it's been burned to scrap metal.

The office meeting was temporarily changed to a case analysis meeting. Soon. The session revolves around newly discovered evidence. A consensus was formed. The direction of detection is formulated. A temporary command structure was established. Time. Sirens blaze. Police cars rushed out of the city office overnight. Drive into the dark thunderstorm.

……

Yanagihara Eshin Island villa area. Heavy rain as note. Thunder. Silver lightning madness raged in the night sky. Electro-optical opening and closing room. Reflecting a large villa in the living room. Two groups of men are in tension. -for-tat.

There are six or seven people in a wave. All with knives and guns. Nervously aim at each other. They were dressed in pajamas, short sleeves, and long pants. There are all kinds of clothes. Apparently it happened suddenly. Too late to change clothes. A middle-aged man with gray hair and sharp eyes is wearing half a set of pajamas. Sit in the center. Yells:

"Fuck your mother's big mouth. My old Pan has done something sorry for you. It's worth your midnight kill. You're still won't let me sleep."

Another wave of people and horses are neatly dressed. Eight people. Uniform black half-sleeve. Assault pants. A cottage big black star with a piece of water in his hand. The muzzles of the guns are pointed at each other. Apparently prepared. In the center stands a short axle man with a big head, a big mouth, and short legs. A hideous scar. From the eyebrows of his eyes to the corners of his mouth. It was Fan Dazui of the Kowloon Group's Security Department who came overnight from the provincial capital.

"Sleep you paralyzed. Lao Pan. It's not been a day or two since we met. You don't know that you have always been tied up. You're paralyzed. I didn't even say you did it. You're hiding. What are you hiding? Nor do I answer a single phone. The more you dodge me, the more you come to the door."

Fan said with a big mouth and a menacing mouth. Coughed hard. He spat a mouthful of filthy thick phlegm onto the shiny oak floor.

Lao Pan, who was pulled out of the nest by his little wife late at night, was angry: "Hide from your mother. FAN Dazui. You don't slander me. Lao Tzu wants money and has money. To be forced, to be forced. What the hell am I going to do with a little? You're not going to get out again. Believe it or not, I've mobilized thousands of my brothers to destroy you."

A thunderbolt sounded. Fan raised his short and thick neck with a big mouth and laughed. Laughing and pulling open the hem of the black T-slug. Revealing a densely bound ring of grenades tied to a wide belt:

"Tell you the truth. Miss, I grew up watching. It's the same as my own daughter. If something happens in Yanagihara. I don't want to live anymore. I'm going to pull a cushion on my back when I'm dying."

The other seven men of the Kowloon Gang lifted the hem of their shirts in unison. Reveal neat grenades. In unison, he said, "Live and die together."

The sound of uniformity was matched by a huge thunderclap. Frightened, a small child in the upstairs bedroom burst into tears. But it was tightly covered by a woman's soft hand. There was a helpless whimper.

Pan Guoqiang softened. After all, this villa was bought for the little wife. There is also a three-year-old fat son born to him. I don't know which dog day leaked the news. Let Fan's big mouth touch so accurately.

"Holy. Look at you old fan. You're still so energetic, aren't you? I said it wasn't me who did it. If I did it. I was raised by you."

Fan Dazui disdainfully lowered the placket. The scary grenades around the belly are all fake. Heavy rainy day. Who doesn't have to tie a circle of cold metal bumps to play. Those are all plastic and rubber. Escape treasure net five dollars a piece. Scares. But the brethren have real people in their waists.

Blind with a black light. He also doesn't count on Shahe to help Lao Pan. What can this forced goods of white powder do to help themselves. I wanted to call for some news. You can make a few phone calls in a row. It's not that no one picks up. It's to be hung up. Plus the black light in the middle of the night is really clueless. Simply two cars of people directly killed Lao Pan's nest.

"You don't give me any nonsense. I'm going to put this here today. You didn't do it. It also has something to do with your Sand River Gang." Fan Dazui looked for a pot of night tea. Mouth-to-mouth. He scolded while stalking his exposed neck with green tendons.

Pan Guoqiang is also on fire. In front of bodyguards and many brethren. The boss has to hold his face. Or don't mess around. He rolled his eyes angrily and scolded back: "Fan Dazui, who lost your mother. Don't you call me Zhen'er? I'm going to put it here today. I didn't do it."

Fan didn't raise his mouth: "1 million. Plus a few conditions. The one who wins is called Dad. It's the son who loses." The boss Zeng Shuren was ruthless. Millions of dollars have to be thrown out. He can promise a million yuan. Besides, as long as you find Miss Qiaoqiao. Tell grandpa to do it too.

"Good. Bet. Four-eyes, get out of here." A bespectacled river sand gang brother next to him hurriedly ran over. Hand me a contract that has just been written. The terms are scribbled on it. Now the Black Society also wants to be ** law.

Lao Pan, who was squeezed to grit his teeth, and Fan, who had nowhere to vent his evil fire. Each of them clenched the unfamiliar pen tightly. I lowered my head and brushed down a few ugly characters crawling on the bugs. Signed their respective names.

Old Pan snorted angrily and threw the pen. A stack of voices commanded: "Four eyes. Notify the club to hold a meeting. Fucking roll over from the middle level up. Sleep you are paralyzed. Get up and find it. Overnight I figured it out. Who the hell did this? Come people. Give the guests from the provincial capital a supper on the hour. I don't sleep anymore. Do not steam steamed buns. You have to fight for it."

After that, he waved at the group of men with guns and knives and said, "Why do you give me a calf. To each his own thing. I don't know if I let people touch it. You'll be done with this. See that I don't kill you."

……

In heavy rain. Old Su and Mimi in a car. Impotence and big hair in a car. Jinshanzi Village, Datong Township, Liuhua District. Along both sides of the road. Tumbling from house to house. Knock on the door and highlight the photo. Big hair and impotence shine with a false police certificate made by Mimi. Anyway, that face is sideways. It's no different from the real thing.

But. There are a total of 12 shops along the road from south to north. Including 2 hotels, 1 bath, all searched, and I didn't find out where the Jinshanzi shop that Longjiang said.