Ye Wenqing was let go.

As he left the Hua'an compound, the black Bentley that picked him up drove directly downstairs, facing the gate of the office.

Wang Feng stood at the door and watched Ye Wenqing get into the car with such a blank eye.

"You'll soon understand."

Ye Wenqing sat in the car, the window fell, three meters away from Wang Feng, and said: "Here, what a terrible thing it is to stand in the wrong line. ”

Then, the Bentley flicked its tail and drove away with such a swagger.

Han Zhen and Fang Qin took all the things on themselves, and repeatedly emphasized that this matter had nothing to do with Ye Wenqing.

The personnel of the task force knew very well that these two people were nothing more than doglegs.

Without the master's instructions, they would not have had the courage to do it without the deputy director of foreign trade and economic cooperation.

Obviously, these are the two classic good minions who carry the black pot for the master.

In Wang Feng???????????????? From the perspective of other case personnel, the more Han Zhen and Fang Qin are like this, the greater Ye Wenqing's suspicion.

He wanted to continue the trial.

But after all, he was only the captain of the execution team, and he had to release people when he was asked to release them.

Just as Ye Wenqing left, a paper order was transmitted to the Hua'an compound.

Wang Feng was transferred from this position.

It was decided to remove Wang Feng Huaan from the position of executive captain of Kyoto and temporarily take over the archives.

No reason is given, hard tune.

And almost all the higher-level leaders on Wang Feng's head signed this order.

Wang Feng was angry, and a phone call was made to Shangfeng's office, and Shangfeng only gave one sentence: obey the order.

He called Pi Qing again, saying that Pi Qing agreed to this matter from beginning to end, why did he suddenly transfer him from the execution team.

Pi Qing was slightly silent and told Wang Feng that he made the decision to transfer Wang Feng from this position.

Wang Feng was surprised: "Why? ”

Pi Qing was silent for a moment again, and then spoke: "To protect you." ”

As for the more, Pi Qing didn't say anything more.

Throughout the day, Wang Feng's mood was very heavy.

He took a day off and slept all day when he got home.

Wang Feng's family conditions are still good, and he bought a decent house in a residential community in Kyoto.

The house is not big, only more than 100 square meters, but it is enough for a family of three.

His father worked in the Zhejiang Provincial Public Security System, and his mother worked in the Land Bureau.

In the final analysis, Wang Feng has been protected by his parents all these years, and it has been very smooth all the way.

Until he entered Hua'an, his family could no longer work hard for him.

The only thing his parents could support him was to help him get a hukou in Kyoto, buy a house and a car, and then help him get married and have children.

Wang Feng is 36 years old this year, has a beautiful wife who is 2 years younger than him, and has a daughter who has just turned 5 years old.

Speaking of which, it is to have a happy little family.

It's not rich, but Wang Feng feels warm and nostalgic.

Since having children, his wife took the initiative to quit the "iron rice bowl" of the tax bureau, concentrated on taking care of the children at home, and became a full-time wife.

And Wang Feng's family conditions and income, it is obviously a very easy thing to support his daughter-in-law and children.

This time he suddenly went home and was bored, Wang Feng's wife sensed that something was wrong and asked him if something had happened in the unit.

Wang Feng just shook his head and didn't say anything, just told her that she was very tired and wanted to sleep for a while, and she didn't continue to ask.

In the evening, a light rain suddenly fell in Kyoto.

The dripping rain fell on the windows, making a slight sound.

???????????????? Next to the pillow, his wife was lying quietly in the crook of her arm, sleeping very sweetly.

Wang Feng gently moved her head aside and put it aside, then got up and quietly put on her clothes, opened the door and went out.

Maybe it's raining, it's a little dark, hazy.

Out of the building of the community, holding an umbrella, looking up at the sky.

The dense raindrops grew from small to large until they landed in the pupils, blurring the field of vision.

The air was slightly cold, Wang Feng tightened his clothes and walked outside.

This neighborhood is a bit old.

Wang Feng bought it when he first came to Kyoto to work, and it has been several years now.

When he first built this house, he still needed indicators, and his father did it for him.

There are also many winding old alleys nearby, which are full of miscellaneous courtyards, full of the taste of old Kyoto.

He plans to go buy some groceries and cook dinner for his wife and children in the evening.

Over the years, because of work, I often don't go home at night, running from place to place, and the nature of my work makes my wife even more worried.

Now it's a blessing in disguise, the archives room is relaxed, and I can usually have time to spend more time with my family.

Thinking of this, Wang Feng's mood was slightly better.

The vegetable market is not far from the community, bypassing a few alleys, and after going out from the undeveloped compound at the door, there is a simple farmers' market.

It is said to be a farmers' market, but in fact, it is a gathering place for traders composed of "iron cages".

Chicken, duck, meat and eggs, melons, fruits and vegetables, but everything, the price is also very cheap.

Wang Feng bought some beef and vegetables, and bought some bananas and orange fruits, which were heavy in his hands.

I was planning what to cook for my wife and children at night.

Before you know it, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Many people on the road wore raincoats and quickened the pace of going home.

The people in the courtyard also panicked to put the clothes under the pavilion into the house and closed the door.

Many of the street lights here have aged, some are bright, some are not.

Just when Wang Feng turned the corner at the intersection, he found a black figure standing in front of him.

The man was wearing a raincoat and hung his head slightly, as if he was waiting for him.

Wang Feng subconsciously felt that the situation was not quite right, and just wanted to retreat, but found that several people had blocked the way to retreat.

Before he could react, the black figure suddenly moved.

I saw that his pace was fast, and he arrived in front of Wang Feng in three or two steps, and his left foot stepped on the stone pier of the alley and jumped up, and his right leg knee went straight to Wang Feng's door.

A series of movements were just between the lightning and flint, Wang Feng didn't have time to react, and used his left wrist to cover it with an umbrella.

"Smack!"

???????????????? With a crisp sound, the umbrella was directly cut off by the lazy waist.

"Bang!"

Immediately followed by a muffled sound, Wang Feng only felt that his shoulder was struck by lightning, and the huge force made him take three steps back and hit the wall directly.

It was very dark, coupled with the dim street lights and heavy rain, although it was very close, Wang Feng could still see the outline of the person's face.

"Who?!"

Wang Feng burst out and stared at the figure.

Judging by the figure, it's a man.

The man took a few steps forward, suddenly raised his head, and took off the hat of his raincoat.

Wang Feng was slightly stunned: "It's you?" ”

At the moment when Wang Feng recognized this person, the man suddenly pulled out a knife from his waist......

The action was like lightning, the man's arms opened and closed, and the knife fell like raindrops on Wang Feng's body.

Three seconds.

Wang Feng covered his throat with his left hand and knelt on the ground with wide eyes.

His body was covered with knife cuts, and blood gurgled out.

"Aren't you dragging much?"

The man squatted on the ground, looked at Wang Feng, who was constantly twitching, and asked softly.

"Ahem......"

Wang Feng's eyes widened, staring at the person in front of him, his right hand on his waist, but it was empty.

He reflexively wanted to get a gun.

But at the same time that he was transferred from that post, his gun was confiscated.

People outside the action group do not have the right to a gun.

"Ahem......"

Wang Feng's body kept twitching.

He clutched his throat, the deadliest of cuts.

"Withdraw."

The man stood up, put on his raincoat and hat again, said a word lightly, and then disappeared into the darkness of the rainy night.