There is a small crack on the iron door of the garbage passage, and sounds from outside can come in. Xu Lin, who was trapped in the "remains", clings to the crack, holding his breath, capturing the movement outside.
The apprentice was really arrested, and he heard a man shout: "Take this first... You should cover him with some clothes - the others will continue to search. Xiao, if you have nothing to do, go back with them first, in case you can't catch him. Stay at the target, you are responsible for preparing the materials and offering a reward."
Xu Lin clenched his fists loudly.
In recent years, big cities have become more and more difficult to get along with, and if you are not careful, you will be reported and arrested. They could only keep shifting their positions to various small places. Xu Lin felt that he was about to go to the old, young, borderline and poor areas to run for village party secretary!
Because of this trend, the quality of the recruited apprentices and believers is of course more and more worrying.
Xu Lin claims to have obtained the true biography of "Wan Muchun". The kung fu of "Wan Muchun" is not like breaking a big boulder in his chest. It is an absolute technical route, and he can't learn it without any aura - for example, his gang was killed by Gan Qing. The disciples who took it in one hand were as stupid as donkeys. Before asking for a knife, they had to draw a line and make a draft. At first glance, they thought they were going to tattoo a big blue dragon on the neck of a person.
Xu Lin has very few apprentices who can work with him, and those who come out to help release dark arrows are even rarer, one in a thousand.
Well this time, his hair and horns are so folded!
Xu Lin panicked, just at this moment, a woman's voice came from a distance: "...Yes, that's my house."
The corners of his eyes jumped, Zhang Meizhen!
"... I don't know, there is a tenant living here... Maybe it's offending someone."
"Today? Today, some old friends who haven't been in touch for a long time suddenly came to me and said that someone will come at night... Fortunately, they are all from out of town, they are not familiar with Yanning, and they used their car... Who is the person who reported the message? Can you say... that is... it's not a regular rental, I said I won't cause them trouble, right?"
"My tenant said she could solve it by herself and asked me to hide for a while. She promised that she would be fine, and she settled the payment in advance and prepared to move out. I was afraid that one of her little girls had an accident, so I called the police... You didn't see her either. ? Oh, that seems to be running in time. It's better to hide, everyone has it now."
A large artery in Xu Lin's neck jumped wildly.
No wonder.
He thought, why the Xingjiao Gang can swear to ensure that Zhang Meizhen is not there, because she just walked away knowingly and deliberately, and the information about what time Wan Muchun ordered takeout is all made up by the gangsters of the Xingjiao Gang!
Gan Qing made a total of two shots, one was to follow Xiang Xiaoman, and the Xu family was in the spring character department of Yanning activities, and the other was to chase down the "Elysium" farmhouse for illegal preaching. In fact, she didn't show her face twice, because everyone who found out her origin was arrested by the police. And the news that "Wanmuchun is in Yanning City" clearly comes from the Walking Foot Gang!
To help these gang of shit sticks and sell them at both ends, Wang Jiusheng is really "a thousand tricks are not as fresh as one trick", and he can eat for a lifetime by the eight words of "disaster and murder".
He borrowed the beggar gang to pull Zhang Meizhen off his horse, borrowed Yang Ping as his shield, borrowed Wan Muchun's knife to make Wei Huan and his division sect kill each other, and then designed Yang Ping to kill Wei Xiao himself.
Now, Wei Xiao's apprentice crawled out of hell to take revenge, and it happened that the gang was weak, and he didn't even think about it, he pushed their Xu family out!
King, Nine, Victory!
The police searched the surrounding area for more than two hours, but found nothing, and then they were evacuated in batches. Xu Lin squatted with numbness in his legs, and finally got out of his head. When it was dark, he drilled out from the sixth floor again and silently sneaked into the dark night.
The scent of incense from 1003 seemed to be gangrenous to the bones, lingering around him relentlessly, curled up in the ancient garbage passage for a long time without detracting from it, but Xu Lin's nose was numb and he didn't notice it.
He cursed Wang Jiusheng so fragrantly, and ran back to find his accomplice.
Criminal policeman Miao Feng walked into the interrogation room, and Yang Ping, who was in the room, heard people coming. He didn't respond. He sat without raising his head. His bones were covered with a thin layer of skin, and the blue veins were floating on the skin. A wrinkled jujube looks quite chewy.
The other prisoners only had a pair of handcuffs on their bodies. Yang Ping was special. After he came out of the hospital, he broke Jinggang's handcuffs once. He was really a dangerous person, so he was given generous treatment. locked.
Team Miao had met Yang Qing and Yang Yifan. One of them was immortal, and the other had extraordinary aura. They couldn't imagine why there would be such a person between the grandparents and grandchildren.
"I heard that you refused to cooperate with the investigation, neither admitting to taking drugs nor killing anyone?"
Yang Ping turned his eyes towards him, and sneered out his yellow teeth: "What drug did I take, did the test come out? Who was killed, do you have any evidence?"
Team Miao answered him without changing his face: "Really."
Yang Ping was taken aback.
"Your old friend, Tian Zhanpeng and more than a dozen people, collectively identified you as being related to the death of a man named 'Wei Changsheng' - who used to use the name Wei Xiao - eight years ago. The confession has been repeatedly confirmed." Team Miao said, Pulling out a folder from under his arm, "We also collected these things."
He said, pouring out the contents of the folder, it was the dozen mysterious photos that Gan Qing had received.
Yang Ping sat up suddenly: "What is this?"
Who took the photo
Yang Ping's eyes widened like a pair of ping-pong balls - all the people who were dragged into the water to testify by him that day are in the photos. They were living a good life. who knows
"This is given to us by an enthusiastic citizen, and I want to know too," Miao Feng leaned slightly, "what is this? Oh, speaking of these confusing photos, there is one more interesting thing, those friends who identified you. They all agreed that you took the pictures."
Yang Ping: "You put..."
"Because they also received a letter, and we got it too," Team Miao smiled, "Want to know what was written, I'll read it to you?"
Yang Ping sat for a while, and suddenly, the corners of his eyes jumped up like a cramp: "Wang, Jiu, Sheng!"
On a holiday island in the Pacific Ocean, Wang Jiusheng woke up suddenly, his eyes darkened for a while, he groped and climbed onto the bedside table, grabbed the medicine, and put the half glass of water left before going to bed into his mouth. After he was done, he pushed the pillow away and leaned back with his neck stuck in his throat. He lay in a position where his bones were cold, staring stiffly at the ceiling, sighing and waiting for the palpitations to pass.
The more and more sleeping pills are taken, the more useless they become. It’s time to dream or dream. It’s just that the mind is cloudy in the dream, and I forget what I dream about when I open my eyes. The only thing left is the feeling of being squatted on my chest.
On one side of the hotel is a large glass window, and there is a swimming pool outside. When the night wind blows, the shadows of the trees are swirling, and the distant sound of the waves can be heard when lying in the house. But these fine white noises did not bring him peace. As soon as Wang Jiusheng closed his eyes, he felt that the surroundings were full of whispers, and the empty room seemed to be crowded with people.
Damn, unjustly, haunted.
Suddenly, the phone rang, Wang Jiusheng jolted and grabbed the phone: "Hello?"
The phone number he used to have been stopped and left in the country. Only a few confidants knew about the new number, which was used to remotely control Yanning's situation.
Wang Jiusheng has caught up with the crackdown. When he clashed with the Beggar Gang and burned people to death in the 1980s, the Walking Foot Gang was violently turbulent once, but after the limelight, didn't he still want the wind to catch the wind and the rain to rain? Not only did he usurp Zhang Meizhen's position, but he also took the opportunity to whitewash the gang and have his own industry, and climbed to the current position step by step.
Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, this may not be true. Wang Jiusheng has experienced so many winds and waves in his life, and every accident seems to be an opportunity for him.
He believed this time was no exception.
He originally wanted to go out for a while, but he didn't go far, and wanted to return to China when the weather calmed down. But who knew that this storm not only did not mean to stop, but instead became bigger and bigger, and his people lost contact one by one. Now, fewer and fewer people know the phone number, making Wang Jiusheng feel like he is left alone on the island. He was almost looking forward to someone calling.
"Mr. Wang," the person on the phone said in a hurried tone, "she has started to carry the red bat order for activities."
Wang Jiusheng: "…Who?"
"Zhang Meizhen, recently our people have been taken away by the police every three days for investigation. There are police stations in places where the convoy is pulling work, and the store is also checking license plates everywhere, and those who don't have license plates are directly banned. There are a lot of rumors in the gang, and they all Saying that your wife and children have moved out of the country long ago, you are definitely not going to come back, and you are not going to take care of us. Zhang Meizhen took the opportunity to contact a group of old immortals from other places, and they are discussing expelling you from the travel gang. "
For the past 30 years, Wang Jiusheng has always felt that the Xingjiao Gang is his private property, and he didn't realize what it meant by "expelling him from the Xingjiao Gang".
He asked sleepwalkingly, "What?"
"It's true, people are panicking now, and many people are shaken. The old woman also united with Yang Qing of the Beggar Gang, and that little bunny of the Yu family issued an order from the leader of the alliance, calling it at the end of the month, saying that the two factions will be more than 30. I don't understand the old grievances in the past few years. Yes... They still don't know where they found a group of lawyers, saying they want to check our accounts, check... check your accounts, and say that Futongda has been covered by you for so many years, obviously it is our gang. Industry, now all have the surname Wang..."
Wang Jiusheng sat up like a corpse.
"When will you come back? If you don't show up again, our brothers really don't know whose surname you want to take, Beiruozhu!"
Wang Jiusheng's heartbeat, which had just calmed down under the action of the drug, began to "suddenly" jump again. He took a deep breath and felt that he understood everything in his heart—the old woman in the whole community of Kefu Kezike had passed so many years, why did it suddenly happen? Looking for tenants? Why is it so coincidental that the tenant that was recruited was Wei Xiao's apprentice who was released from prison
After a long time of trouble, they were all waiting for him here.
It's all conspiracy.
Wang Jiusheng thought that she deliberately used this Wan Muchun as bait to lure herself into the bait, and then colluded with Yang Qing of the Beggar Gang, forcing herself to go abroad to avoid trouble, to usurp his more than 30 years of hard work.
"What about Wan Muchun?" Wang Jiusheng asked, "Have you accomplished what I asked you to do?"
The other end of the phone was silent for a while: "Yes, I was just about to tell you this second thing, it should be done."
Wang Jiusheng angrily said, "What should be!"
"I didn't see it with my own eyes. I went to two Xu family members that day. One ran away and the other was in the hands of the police. Our brothers who contacted them can't be contacted now. You think, if it didn't work, how could the police do? Came here for no reason?"
Wang Jiusheng: "What happened to the police? There is no rumor from the Xu family?"
"Mr. Wang, there's something out there, saying that you borrowed their knives to get rid of Wan Muchun on the front foot, and then recruited the police to kill them on the back foot, and you won't be with you in the future."
Wang Jiusheng: "Fuck, what the fuck does the police have to do with me..."
When he said this, his voice suddenly stopped, and Wang Jiusheng raised his head: "What did you just say? This is the original words of the Xu family? You said that I borrowed a knife... to get rid of Wan Muchun?"
"yes."
After Wang Jiusheng listened, he fell silent for a long time. He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the curtains, and looked at the sea from a distance.
To be on the safe side, he knew that he should be a little more cautious and not return to China to show his face at the cusp of this crisis - he has always paid attention to caution, and one strike will kill him.
But…
Zhang Meizhen is the former Beiruozhu, who has been away from right and wrong for 30 years, and there are still old people in the gang who recognize her. There are fewer and fewer people Wang Jiusheng can contact now. This time, in order to eradicate Wanmuchun, he hastily acted, and he recruited the Xu family's scumbags to be dissatisfied... Could it be that he is alone on this small broken island, beyond the reach of the whip Eyes wide open to watch others pry his heart away
The subordinate on the phone was silent with him for a while, and then Ai Ai said: "Mr. Wang, I'll tell you the truth... Futongda has an economic investigation police coming every day, and I haven't dared to go back to the company these two days. What should I do? What to do? I'm waiting for your words..."
Wang Jiusheng closed his eyes.
Even if he does not return to China for the rest of his life, and hands over all those things to Zhang Meizhen, with his overseas assets, he will be able to retire safely without worrying about food and clothing.
Why bother
With such a big commotion this time, it's not certain what will happen to this scumbag who has today but no tomorrow. Maybe he'll be generous and he'll be able to escape in time.
He thought: people live a lifetime, they have been brilliant, they have been through the wind and the rain, how can they not be enough
Wang Jiusheng suddenly opened his eyes: "Book me a flight ticket and I'll go back."
However, greed is also an incurable disease.
On the second floor of a residential house in the suburbs of Yanning, Xu Lin's back was soaked in cold sweat—his accomplices were sleeping downstairs, but he didn't dare to scream.
The moonlight swept into the window, and the invisible fishing line wrapped around him in a small place, the most dangerous one was right in front of his throat, as if swallowing saliva, that thing would cut his throat.
In addition, he also has a razor on the side of his neck.
"Do you think 'Paoding Jie Niu' is to draw an arc with a knife? Who taught you? The entry threshold for a killer is not that low, big brother." The person holding his life smelled on him, and from He took the phone away from his hand, "Can't you really smell the smell yourself?"
Xu Lin rolled his eyes in horror and did not dare to say a word.
"However, thank you for 'getting rid of' me." Gan Qing thought for a while, then slowly raised the razor, "Wang Jiu, who was originally a gangster, used you all successfully, let's deceive him back, and I will vent for you, OK?"
Xu Lin was about to breathe a sigh of relief: "You..."
The voice fell, the back of his neck hurt, his eyes darkened, and he fell towards the fishing line.
"It's over," Xu Lin's last thought flashed, "I'm going to be cut into eight pieces!"
However, those fishing lines were just hanging in the air, and the moment Xu Lin slammed it down, it wrapped around him softly, wrapping him into a spindle.
I remembered the knock on the door downstairs: "Police! Someone reported that you are harboring wanted criminals!"
"Scared you to death." Gan Qing nimbly got out of the window.