In a gloomy room, a slender man sat at a table, carefully and quickly disassembling a black "bush snake" XM-15 semi-automatic rifle. His lips pursed slightly, his expression focused, except for the slight movement of his ears from time to time, listening to everything around him. The disassembled parts were regularly placed into a flannel-lined guitar case in front of him.

Packing up the gun, he got up and knocked on the door next to him, and out of the room came a middle-aged man with a straight waist, short hair, a high nose bridge, very handsome, the only place that is easy to be ordinary is that the pupils are blue, and it can be seen that this is a mixed-race child.

The middle-aged man took the guitar case, "Pit viper, you clean it up again, I'll wait for you in the car." ”

The pit viper first pulled a huge suitcase to the door, then took a rag and carefully wiped down the two rooms, then put on gloves, picked up a mop, and stepped back to clean the floor. Standing outside the door, the pit viper thought about it, confirmed that there was no negligence or omission, nodded with satisfaction, leaned the mop against the door, took the rag, and dragged the suitcase Shi Shiran downstairs.

A very ordinary Volkswagen off-road stopped at the door, and the pit viper knocked on the window, "Mr. Ren, open the rear box lid." Roughly stuffing the suitcase into the back of the trunk, the pit viper jumped into the car lightly, lit a cigarette and the buggy began to slide forward.

What is surprising is that Ren Quan is very familiar with the streets and alleys of Linhai City. The buggy shuttled nimbly through the alleys, and half an hour later, the buggy left the city and stopped at a sparsely populated railway level crossing. The railing of the level crossing has been lowered, the red light is spinning and flashing, standing at the crossing, you can feel the vibration of the ground, and the train in the distance is speeding towards the sea.

Ren Quan and the pit viper both got out of the car, and the pit viper dragged the suitcase out and placed it on the ground. The box opened, and inside was a young man in a suit and leather shoes, his eyes closed, only his chest was slightly heaving, as if he was in a coma. The two men lifted the young man in the box one after the other, lifted it to the rails, and lowered it gently, and the young man's neck just rested on the tracks.

Ren Quan took a few steps back, and the pit viper took out a piece of letterhead, folded it neatly and put it into the inner pocket of the young man's suit, and then took out a very small needle from his pocket, inserted it neatly into the young man's neck, and injected the liquid in the syringe into the young man's body.

Ren Quan drove the car forward to the corner and stopped, and the two looked intently at the rearview mirror. After about two or three minutes, the young man lying on the railroad tracks opened his hazy eyes. However, before he could react, a long line of trucks came at a gallop with the whistle blaring. With a "click" and the ensuing screeching of the train's emergency brakes, blood and limbs splattered everywhere.

Ren Quan whistled, stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle drove away. After returning to China for such a long time, today is the most comfortable day for Renquan. I traveled to countless countries in Europe and the United States, but I didn't expect to be arrested just a few days after returning to China, thinking of the security bureau official named Zhao Hua, Ren Quan felt a tremble, it was better to hide away, and it was not easy for him to fall into the hands of this person. Fortunately, I buried the foreshadowing of the pit viper, otherwise I would have to live in a prison in China for the rest of my life.

Pull up in a makeshift parking lot with no cameras, let me get down, and wave at the viper, who drives the SUV first. Looking left and right vigilantly, Ren Quan opened a Mercedes-Benz off-road that he parked here earlier, put on a pair of contact lenses in the rearview mirror, his pupils changed from blue to black and white of ordinary yellow people, and then put on a set of wigs, and his hair also became a small braid of the artist type. Soon, Mercedes off-road drove out of the parking lot and disappeared into the vast river of cars.

Zhao Hua sat behind the desk and looked at Wang Lei, who had a calm face in front of him, and was very resentful. The master who came out of the 8th bureau of national security was robbed by others under his eyelids, and his face was completely lost. Zhou Weiguo and Yang Qian kept talking on the phone, but the information fed back on the other end of the phone made the faces of the two really ugly, Zhou Weiguo hung up the phone, "Zhao, the customs did not find any suspicious clues, at least the few snakeheads we have have not heard any news of people and guns coming in." Shen Tugang still couldn't be contacted, and his mobile phone was turned off. ”

"Zhao, the exit from the cave is in a demolition house behind the office. The area was all for demolition, the residents had all been relocated, the houses were empty, and no traces of any use had been found inside. Because all of them are demolished houses, the surveillance over there has also been demolished, and there are no clues in this regard. Also, the autopsy results of Liao Qingqing on Captain Mao's side have not yet come out, and they will have to wait for a while. Yang Qian also said sullenly.

Zhao Hua tried to calm his mood, he rubbed his face, "Wang Lei, what do you think we should do now?" ”

Wang Lei held the teacup and blew the tea leaves floating on the water, "Shen Tugang obviously has a problem, I suggest we go to Shen Tugang's house to have a look, how about it?" ”

Zhao Hua hesitated for a moment and stood up, "Okay, I, Lao Zhou, and the three of you will go to Shen Tugang's house, Yang Qian will stay behind, and notify us immediately if there is any news." You let those snakeheads inquire again, such a big gun flows in, how can no one know what to say, hum! I'm afraid someone didn't report it! ”

Shen Tugang's home is in the same neighborhood as Liao Qingqing, just on the ground floor of another building. Zhao Hua opened the wallet, took out a thin wire, bent it a few times, inserted it into the lock hole, and after three or two efforts, the anti-theft door opened. Wang Lei clapped his hands and said with a smile, "It's worthy of being an elite, it's really amazing." Not to mention Zhao Hua, even Zhou Weiguo glared at Wang Lei fiercely, elite, this is not a mockery, what else will it be. Wang Lei stretched out his hands and said innocently, "Don't look at me like that, I'm really praising you ......"

The three of them scattered and began to search every corner of Shen Tugang's house, and Wang Lei walked into the bedroom. It was a very ordinary bedroom, and there was nothing out of the ordinary, except for a computer in front of the bed. Wang Lei walked over and wanted to open the computer, only to find that the hard disk of the computer had been taken away, leaving only an empty chassis here.

Zhao Hua and Zhou Weiguo didn't find anything, the three of them sat in the living room, Wang Lei shrugged, "Don't look at me, there are no clues, I can be sure that the computer case will not leave us fingerprints, and the person who dares to grab food in your 8th bureau must be an expert among professionals." ”

At this time, the mobile phones of the three people rang in unison, and the three of them looked at each other, and each stood up and walked to the side to answer the phone. Wang Lei's call was from Mao Qiang, and Mao Qiang's words revealed a strong concern, "Wang Lei, how are you now?" How are they to you? I've already approached the Land Bureau, and the Land Bureau is already trying to find a way to negotiate with them. ”

Wang Lei chuckled, "Xie Lu Xie cares, Team Mao, I don't have anything to do, don't I cooperate with them now, hehehehe." Is it that Liao Qingqing's toxicology test results have come out? ”

"Yes. Wu Ming did a toxicology test, and Liao Qingqing had a high concentration of hyosane-type alkaloids in his body. ”

Wang Lei was blinded, "What? Mao team, what do you say Liao Qingqing contains in his body? ”

Mao Qiang directly handed the phone to Wu Ming on the side, "Go tell him, that's your profession, I can't tell you this thing." ”

Wu Ming took the phone, "Wang Lei, I'm Wu Ming." Liao Qingqing has at least more than ten milligrams of scopolamine in his blood. Let me explain it to you like this, have you watched the American drama Anti-Terrorism 24 Hours? It's good to have seen it. The prisoners were interrogated with a drug called scopolamine. This drug is one of the most potent alkaloids in belladonna medicine, which can be used to block the parasympathetic nervous system and can also be used as a central nervous system depressant. It acts like belladonna, but is more potent and short-lived. Once scopolamine exceeds five milligrams in the human body, it will immediately block the parasympathetic nervous system of the person and inhibit the central nervous system, resulting in immediate death. ”

Wang Lei touched his head and said puzzledly, "I remember that people on TV are used to ask for confessions, not to inject them to make people die?" ”

Wu Ming said with a smile, "Brother Wang, of course scopolamine can be used to interrogate criminals. Because it also has a name called devil's breathing, this medicine itself also has a very high hallucinogenic effect, when the human body does not exceed three milligrams, the human nerves and muscles will be completely relaxed, and after conscious guidance, will tell all the secrets buried in their hearts. And the most important difference from hallucinogenic drugs is that when you wake up, you don't remember anything you said, okay, it's scary, right? So, I'm sure of one thing, Liao Qingqing was poisoned. I believe that acts such as rape and robbery are fakes, and that the murderer is trying to conceal his true purpose. ”

Wang Lei rubbed his scalp, ignoring Zhao Hua and Zhou Weiguo, who were standing beside him with curiosity on their faces, and continued to ask, "Then where will this medicine be found?" ”

Wu Ming thought for a while, and said exactly, "I don't know this very well, but I estimate that it will only have to be in a third-class hospital or a medical research institution of the same level, right?" You see, we are the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and I don't have this kind of medicine in my forensic office. ”

Hanging up the phone, Wang Lei looked at Zhao Hua and Zhou Weiguo curiously, "What's wrong?" Why are you so serious? It was a call from the Mao team just now, and the toxicology test confirmed that Liao Qingqing was poisoned. ”

Zhao Hua had a calm face, "Let's talk about Liao Qingqing's matter next, Yang Qian informed us that Shen Tugang had been found, at the level crossing of Nanshan Road on the outskirts of the city, the news from the comrades of the sub-bureau over there was that he committed suicide by lying on the rails." Yang Qian has already asked them to protect the scene, and the details will not be clear until we go over to see. ”