It is a famous scenic spot near Seoul, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and many romantic romance movies have been filmed here.

I heard that there are a few natural sulfur hot springs on the mountain, which are excellent for warming the skin, but unfortunately they are surrounded by several large mansions.

The further the car drove up the mountain, the sparser the footsteps became, often going up several kilometers without seeing a single car or half a pedestrian. Only the reflection of the greenery on the roadside and the occasional birdsong are accompanied.

The closer he got to the villa, the more nervous Prosecutor Huang Zhengxun became, he thought to himself, there was not even a figure in this place, and if he couldn't talk about it later, he would be buried by someone who dug a pit in this mountain casually, and no one might be able to find out for ten days and half a month.

Before you know it, beads of sweat are oozing from the top of your head.

"Huh? Lao Huang, are you hot? Why did you sweat so much! You're scared, aren't you? Ling Qingfeng deliberately laughed.

"Nonsense! How's that! I, Hwang Jung-hoon, am a dignified man in the Republic of Korea, how can I be afraid to negotiate with the little hooligans! That being said, the accelerator under Huang Zhengxun's feet became more and more empty, and the speed of the car was really not fast.

Five hummingbirds have been shuttling back and forth in Qinghu Villa with ultra-miniature intelligence collectors, and they have a clear picture of the situation inside.

As soon as Ling Qingfeng closed his eyes, his mind could immediately switch to the picture in the hummingbird's field of vision. In addition, with the ultra-miniature intelligence collector, every move in the villa will be collected into Ling Qingfeng's computer in time.

With such a sharp weapon, would he still be worried about not being able to get a gang of Korean hooligans?

Finally, His Excellency Prosecutor Huang Zhengxun reluctantly drove the car to the gate of Qinghu Villa.

"Do you have an appointment?" We are a private homestead, so please come in in a hurry! The black-clad security guard at the door dutifully stopped the car.

Ling Qingfeng glanced at Huang Zhengxun and did not speak.

Prosecutor Huang Zhengxun rolled his strange eyes and roared viciously: "Nit's eyes are blind!" Don't see my license? I'm Hwang Jung-hoon, a prosecutor of the Republic of Korea! Now I have something to talk to your boss Cui Changling! Do I need to make an appointment? You go and ask Cui Changling, that bastard, do you need to make an appointment? ”

Unexpectedly, Prosecutor Huang Zhengxun was also crazy personally, this opening was too domineering, and Ling Qingfeng was immediately impressed.

The black-clothed security guard was startled, glanced at Huang Zhengxun's ID, and hurriedly hid in the security room to make a phone call.

After a while. The metal gates of Qinghu Villa slowly rose upward, giving way to a wide driveway.

Huang Zhengxun's face was full of excitement, or rather, hideous, and drove in with one foot on the accelerator.

The huge iron gate resembles the mouth of a terrifying beast. Swallowed the sedan slowly.

Just as Ling Qingfeng and Prosecutor Huang Zhengxun broke into the Qinghu Mountain Villa, the old nest of the Seven Stars Gang, on both sides of the mountain road in Nagano Forest Park, the two main halls of the Seven Star Gang, Che Zhenglan and Liu Dajun, each with 20 gunmen each, ambushed in the bushes.

A total of more than forty professional gunners. are all ruthless characters who have seen blood, plus the two hall masters are in charge personally, not to mention killing a small Huaxia Police Academy student, even if they fight directly with the Seoul Police Department, they may not be able to lose the upper hand in a short time.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was no one on the mountain road.

On the contrary, there was news from the eyeliner on the side of the hotel, saying that Ling Qingfeng got into a bearded car and set off from the door of the hotel twenty minutes ago, but for some reason, he still hasn't arrived!

Cha Zhenglan wasn't worried at all that kid wouldn't come. He has a very clear understanding of the psychology of these strips, no matter nationality or skin color, as long as he is a policeman, few people can pass the threshold of conscience, and it is impossible to be indifferent!

At most, there is only a difference in IQ, and that kid will definitely appear, because he is so young, young people are always impulsive, always thinking that the earth is under their feet, and always thinking that there is nothing that cannot be overcome. Just with a passion for doing what you think is right.

As a result, many young people stay forever in the moment of youth, because they hang up. There is no chance of getting old.

Only the more selfish bad people live longer, and many times, don't blame the adult world for being too cruel, it's not the old people who get bad, it's the bad people who get old!

And the most important thing is that Che Zhenglan didn't bring the kidnapped girl with him at all, he was very smart to put the girl in the base camp of the Seven Stars Gang. It's impregnable, even if you send an army to attack it for a while, even if your side really fails, that Huaxia kid won't be able to get that girl.

Che Zhenglan has planned very well in his heart, killing this Huaxia kid who has embarrassed the Seven Star Gang is only the first step, when this matter is done, it will make the South Korean police and the Huaxia Police greatly embarrassed, they will definitely vent their anger on the Seven Star Gang and the chairman Cui Changling, and at that time, it is enough for him to follow Liu Dajun to the territory of the Big Circle Gang for a while.

The fame generated by this incident in the rivers and lakes is his own, and the black cauldron is carried by the boss, maybe in a few months, the Seven Stars Gang should change to a big man.

With a vision of his future life, Che Zhenglan lay in the grass, staring at the road very carefully, he believed that all good things were happening.

At this moment, Prosecutor Huang Zhengxun felt that the things in front of him were not beautiful at all, his breathing became a little short, his pupils were dilating, his eyelids were jumping, and his scalp was numb.

To be precise, Ling Qingfeng and Huang Zhengxun have already arrived in front of the main entrance of the hall of Qinghu Villa, where the view is wide, unobstructed, and it is a green grassland.

A three-storey log villa was built on the grass, and the exterior decoration is elegant and chic, with a pointed imitation European roof, and tender green creepers covering the walls, which is very Korean folk house flavor.

If it were normal times, Huang Zhengxun would probably be willing to take a break in such a pleasant place, drink a cup of tea, and bask in the evening sunset.

But now, especially when the windows of the upper and lower floors of this villa are all sticking out of the muzzles of black holes, he is very suspicious that he will be beaten into a sieve in the next second!

Not only in the windows of the villa, on the balcony, at the door, but also the crowd of people who gathered from all directions, these black and oppressive crowds quickly approached the small villa, like worker ants guarding the ant nest, dense and layered.

Huang Zhengxun couldn't help but look down at the holster under his ribs, swallowed his saliva, and really didn't have the courage to pull out the gun.

He regretted that he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out today, what day is this, how can there be so many people in this broken mountain villa? Hell yes!

Ling Qingfeng's face still didn't change, he just smiled and watched as these obviously unkind people gathered around.

So, a moment later, front and back, left, right, and right, nearly a hundred thugs surrounded Ling Qingfeng and Huang Zhengxun, and at least half of them were wearing guns.

Not to mention Ling Qingfeng, this kind of scene, like the resurrection of the Amakusa Sword God, will also be shot to death by a dense random gun!

In a desperate situation, Huang Zhengxun began to be a little unable to hold on, and his mind was also cranky.

"I knew that I would be honored here, and I shouldn't have quarreled with my mother-in-law today over a big fart! Damn, if I hadn't quarreled with her, I wouldn't have been fooled by this kid and stupidly come here with him to die, right? ”

Huang Zhengxun turned his heart sideways, and with the consciousness of being ready to fight for his life, he reached out to his ribs, after all, he is a holy prosecutor! You must not die in humiliation!

In the next second, Ling Qingfeng clasped his hand and signaled him to calm down.

Finally, on the top floor of the villa, two figures appeared, one was Choi Changling, the boss of the Korean Seven Star Gang, and the other was Zheng Yuan, the hall owner.

With a height of three floors, even the world's top parkour runners can't jump up out of thin air, not to mention that there are more than 100 guns pointing at it below, Cui Changling believes that he is absolutely arranged, so he calmly appeared.

"Everyone has an innate sense of curiosity, and I'm no exception. That's why I'm here to see you off for the last time! What else do you two have to say? ”

After Cui Changling finished speaking in Korean, Zheng Yuan, who was standing beside him, repeated it again in Huaxia, specifically for Ling Qingfeng.

Hearing this, Ling Qingfeng suddenly burst out laughing, he laughed extremely happily, extremely confident, and his laughter was very infectious.

The people around, including Cui Changling and Zheng Yuan on the third floor, and even Prosecutor Huang Zhengxun were stunned for a moment, thinking that this kid wouldn't be crazy, right? It's all this time, and I can still laugh!

"You must think you're going to eat me, don't you? We have a proverb in China, called summer insects can't talk about ice! That's what you're talking about! I'll tell you the truth! Every single minute of your actions here is being monitored.

You can shoot! In just three seconds, the video footage of your shooting of the prosecutor of the Republic of Korea will be uploaded directly to the Metropolitan Police Department's computer! And all the evidence of your crimes here will also be handed over to the police! ”

"What? What kind of nonsense is he talking about? Cui Changling's eyes widened, he really didn't understand.

Zheng Yuan smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I think this kid is quite interesting, there are not many people who are so humorous when they are dying!" ”

Cui Changling yawned and said impatiently: "My curiosity is almost exhausted by boredom, so be it!" Shoot them and bury the bodies on the hillside, as usual. ”

Hearing this, Prosecutor Huang Zhengxun was suddenly discouraged, and his eyes were at a loss.

There are only two endings he can think of, one is to stand still and be beaten into a sieve, and the other is to be beaten into a sieve in the process of pulling out a gun, both of which are too fucking not good! (To be continued.) )