A few seconds later, the phone buzzed and vibrated twice in the pocket.

There are new WeChat messages.

After answering Brother Huang's call, the panic in Liang Zai's heart was swept away.

He briskly pulled out his phone, clicked it a few times, called up the message, and read it nonchalantly.

The content of the message made him extremely uncomfortable, and after a few words, he read it again and again for a long time, and his body trembled slightly under control.

Ah Biao tilted his head and saw that he looked like he was facing a great enemy, and quipped: "Whose information?" ”

"......" he smiled perfunctorily, "Spam advertising!" ”

He put away his mobile phone and turned his head to look at Ah Biao who was driving, with a complicated expression.

Who will show you a bitter and vengeful face...... Ah Biao smiled disdainfully.

Along the way, Ah Biao ran several traffic lights and rushed to the scene of the Xiajiawan firefight.

Turning onto the abandoned road, they saw a police car overturned in the grass on the side of the road.

A guy in uniform was lying next to the police car and was shot twice in the back, one of which hit the heart.

Before he died, he seemed to be crawling hard against the back door of the car, and his dying hand was still holding on to the back door.

"Damn! It's done......" Ah Biao spat on the ground, pressing his nostrils with one hand and spitting out sharply.

His nose was sensitive to the smell of gunpowder, and his nose itched when he smelled it.

Liang Tsai's nose moved slightly, and he smelled the strong smell of gunpowder in the air, which seemed to have a slight residual temperature, as if it had just been shot out of the chamber of the gun.

I was puzzled: When the two sides were on the phone, the two sides were receiving the fire, and a few minutes passed, why didn't the smell of gunpowder dissipate?

He glared at Ah Biao: "Don't talk nonsense, go and see, don't leave a living mouth." ”

A look of obsession with killing appeared on Biao's face again, and he pulled the safety bolt and slowly approached the police on the ground with a loaded gun.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air in the air.

"Huh"

Ah Biao's body stiffened, and he lowered his head in a daze, looking at the position of his heart.

The original white T-shirt there was slowly soaked with red blood...... The pain made him almost faint, and he slowly turned around to see if it was the one he trusted who shot him.

The man went around to the side.

"Huh"

Another bullet from a silencer pierced his temple with precision.

"Plop"

Ah Biao knelt on the ground, his eyes widened desperately, and he looked at Brother Liang in front of him: "For...... For...... Why? ”

"Huh"

Another shot, and the silencer gun in Ah Biao's hand was knocked away.

A trace of regret flashed across Liang Zai's face, and he rubbed his face and said, "Every year...... I'll help you sweep your grave, and your father's grave......"

Ah Biao's body began to withdraw, his consciousness gradually blurred, his eyes were scattered, and he was no longer focused.

He pressed his eye sockets, suppressed the useless emotions, pulled the silencer of the pistol, and shoved the pistol into the hand of the man on the ground.

When he approached the car, he found that the police officer at the driver's position was also shot in the heart, and hung up before he could escape from the car.

Pick up Ah Biao's mobile phone, unlock it with your fingerprint, click on the memo, and quickly type: Dad, I will avenge you

The last word "了" is not completed, and it looks like he has choked his last words before he finishes them.

After doing all this, he quickly returned to the car, started the car and fled the scene.

Taking off his gloves, he carefully slipped them into his pocket.

Ah Biao didn't have time to leave a word......

His gaze fell on his hand, and his heart broke free from the mood swing just now...... Slowly turning to ice, cold as ice, the chill spreads from the heart to the whole body......

He quickly disposed of the car and joined the yellow-haired rendezvous.

Huang Mao saw him, smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Good job!" ”

Scarface: They echoed it.

He smiled reluctantly and asked, "You just arrived?" ”

"Just arrived, hurry up, there's still something important to do!" Huang Mao made a motion to wipe his neck.

Just arrived, of course they just arrived!

When Huang Mao called, everything didn't start, it was deliberately emptying the gun to listen to him!

Otherwise, how can the time be right?

No wonder there is such a strong smell of gunpowder and blood!

When they arrived, Huang Mao had just killed the police and robbed the target......

Looking at the action of Huang Mao wiping his neck, he speculated in his heart: Do you still want to kill?

With this thought, he couldn't help but look at the young man in the car.

This is the person they have worked so hard to tie up.

Just like the photos shown to them, they are white and clean, and the quality of the writing is polite.

What kind of person is this, who needs them to pay such a big price?

"What? Why don't you want to go? Huang Mao saw that his expression was wrong, and he lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"No ......" Liang Tsai muttered, "Who is this?" ”

With that, he pointed to the back seat of the car.

"The one who made us rich." Huang Mao put his arms around his neck, patted him on the face, and spat a cigarette in his face.

……

When Wen Jie slowly woke up, it was already that night.

He gradually returned to consciousness, opened his eyelids, and found himself in a strange room.

Where is this?

He rubbed his head and braced himself to sit up.

There was a sound of clothes rubbing, followed by the sound of rustling and shaking off clothes......

Someone around?

"Who?" Wen Jie asked awe-inspiringly.

"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you yelling about?" A man said crookedly.

The other party fluttered a few times, groped at the head of the bed, and a night light lit up.

Wen Jie turned his head to look over, and there was a man wearing only a pair of shorts sitting on the side of the bed opposite.

This man is slender, with fine skin and tender meat, slippery and slippery, tsk, and quite delicate...... I just don't know him.

"You...... Who are you? ”

Wen Jie finished asking and looked down.

He was wearing a one-strap dressing gown like in the hotel, well, he was decent even if he slept, unlike the ...... in front of him

"Are you sick, sleeping?"

The other party was in a hurry.

He angrily took out his mobile phone from under his pillow and glanced at it: "Three o'clock in the morning!" Go to bed! ”

After saying that, he turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

Wen Jie was a little stunned for a while, and he also touched under the pillow...... He also figured out a cell phone.

It's just that he's not his phone.

He tried to turn it on with his fingerprint and rummaged around his phone for a while, trying to find useful information from it.

……

In a closed room, several people were staring at the surveillance to see what was going on in Wen Jie's room.

There were countless surveillance screens around them, and at three o'clock in the morning, most of them were pitch black.

Professor Zhao ...... Is this normal for him? A Caucasian man with blonde hair and blue eyes asked in stiff Chinese.

"ye John don't worry"

"Are you sure it's this person?"

Although he received an affirmative answer, this handsome foreign guy with high eyebrow bones and sunken eye sockets still stiffened his face and fell into thought.

"Sure! In fact, before I saw the report of the fire of the Huaxin entertainment company in the newspaper, there were already signs.

So that story caught my attention, and I thought the fire was more like the system erasing the real impact.

Elevator footage from days before and after the fire in the building was studied.

After much rule-out, I found that there was a survivor of the fire. ”

Speaking of this, Professor Zhao's face flashed with excitement, and she chattered:

"I followed the footage and found the survivor! His surname is Jiang, and his single name is a "Wen" character.

I found an opportunity to hypnotize him. According to him: the kidnapping of this young man named Wenjie can affect the operation of the system by strengthening the subconscious. ”

“WHY？” The man's blue eyes flashed with surprise and curiosity.

"Who knows?" Professor Zhao shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Perhaps only the God knows!"