Qin Zhan went to Ning Yiming to find out about Tang Yixiao and Yun Hua's conditions when Song Ye went in to visit the doctor.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out, he bumped into Yuan Song and ran out in a hurry. He stopped him and asked coldly: "What happened to Yunhua?" The two people on the hospital bed are now the most important to Song Ye's heart. Qin Zhan couldn't let anything happen to them.
"It's not Yun Hua, it's Song Ye." When Yuan Song saw that the person coming was Qin Zhan, he stopped and expressed Yun Hua's worries just now, "I also feel that it is abnormal. I guess she wants to take revenge. "
revenge.
The Han family was behind this matter, so it was natural that the Han family would seek revenge.
Qin Zhan's face turned cold. As he walked outside, he took out his mobile phone and made a call. "Well, it's me. Now send someone to the outskirts of Dongjiao immediately to pick up a car with the license plate number XXX." , stopped by a white Lamborghini, don’t hurt anyone, call me if you see it.”
Then he got on the jeep and drove all the way to the eastern suburbs. If I remember correctly, Song Ye parked his private jet in the eastern suburbs last time he came back from the capital. Now the fastest way for her to get to the capital is to take a private plane.
Twenty minutes later, his suspicion was confirmed, but he said, "It's me. I brought down your man. Brother, don't stop me. I have to take Han Yan's life. This matter will not leave any traces." , Sister Yun and Yixiao, please look at it for me first."
Song Ye's voice came through the phone, clear and cold, like the cold winter wind outside the window.
It seemed that they were still in a brotherly relationship. She still spoke in her usual concise and to the point manner. She even hung up the phone without giving Qin Zhan time to stop her.
Qin Zhan frowned, somewhat helpless about his kid's stubborn temper.
Since there was no one to stop him, he could only ask people to go down and find out the information about this incident. "Let's see who else was involved in this matter besides the Han family."
The people sent out twice were obviously from different ways. Han Yan's dead soldiers had been captured by him long ago, and Han Yan didn't have any extra money to hire a killer. Then, the killer who was shot dead by Song Ye in the fire scene was most likely under the instruction of others.
The difference between before and after was clearly visible to Qin Zhan, who was obsessed with the Song Ye authorities and was immersed in hatred.
A few minutes later, Qin Zhan's cell phone rang again. He frowned and looked at the caller number, feeling that something was wrong.
As a result, "Boss, Han Yan died and committed suicide. An informant saw her body, but none of the Han family members seemed to be here."
Han Yan died, but her body was not found immediately.
This information only went through Qin Zhan's mind once, and the flaw was immediately caught. "Send a helicopter to the eastern suburbs immediately." Qin Zhan ordered sternly, his voice more serious than ever.
Damn it, this is a plan within a plan, the other party will eventually deal with Song Ye.
At this time, Song Ye had already flown to the capital on a private plane. She hated this city because every time she came, there were no good things in her memory.
But this time, she had to come.
At twelve o'clock at noon, she changed into a city car on the outskirts of the capital and entered the city along the highway.
This time she came without informing anyone, and she only planned to complete all the actions alone.
Such a solitary, desperate, no-return approach reminded her of how many times she had performed missions in her previous life and felt lonely on the verge of death.
Loneliness, but also moving forward.
The location of the Han family and the surrounding geographical environment had been discovered by her last time, and there were several surveillance cameras in the streets and alleys that did not escape her eyes.
Song Ye parked the car in front of a store two blocks away and went into the department store to go shopping. When she came out of the back door, she had already disguised herself as an old man in her seventies. She looked at the time and saw that it was two-thirty in the afternoon. She was standing in the Han Dynasty. In the diagonal alley in front of my house, I waited patiently.
In order to save Qin Zhan, she stayed awake for several days to observe the activity patterns around the Han family. She knew that at this time, an old garbage collector would enter the Han family to collect garbage.
Bah, bah, bah... After a while, the sound of the old axles and wheels of the cart rubbing against each other was very harsh. Song Ye originally wanted to use other excuses to trick the old man away, but unexpectedly, the old man passed by and was suddenly shaken by the stones on the ground. My feet and ankles hurt, and I fell to the ground.
"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Song Ye stepped forward, hunched over and helped the person up.
"Oh, it's okay. It's just a twist. Thank you. We are all poor people. We can't go to the hospital and spend money. I still have garbage to pick up." The old man thanked him politely and continued to go with a limp. Cart.
"I'd better help you find a car and go to the hospital. This man is old and can't afford to be delayed by minor injuries. Let's go." Song Ye took the man to the station with a somewhat tough attitude and stuffed him before getting in the car. After giving the old man a wad of money, he let the rickshaw take him away.
Although the old man's plan is unreasonable, if he takes action later, the Han family may not be at peace.
Then she pushed the trolley on a familiar road, covering her face with piles of garbage, until she reached the door of Han's house and rang the doorbell.
The nanny came out and looked her up and down, "Where's Old Huang from before? Why isn't he here today?"
Song Ye lowered his eyebrows and responded in a male voice: "He sprained his foot. He has a day off today, so I'll take over."
"Oh, come in then. The garbage is in the side yard. Remember to clean it up." The nanny didn't doubt that he was there. After speaking, she turned back to the house.
Song Ye slowly walked towards the garbage dump in the side yard, then suddenly straightened up, avoided the surveillance camera along the wall, and slipped in through the half-open door.
The retro-style Han family's nine-winding corridor is still very complicated in broad daylight. At this time, the night guards did not come, so broad daylight became the best time to take action.
Touching Han Yan's room on the second floor with familiarity, she pried the wire into the old-fashioned door lock and opened it in a few clicks.
Pushing the door open and entering, the room was dark and silent. There was a blurry figure on the bed, leaning sideways as if asleep.
Song Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flickered, and a faint murderous aura gradually filled the entire room.
The last time she rescued Qin Zhan here, she vowed to come back and kill this woman. In circles, she only regretted that she didn't kill her immediately.
The pistol hit the silencer, was loaded and aimed, and the cold muzzle of the gun directly pressed against the back of the woman's head. Then, at this moment, Song Ye suddenly realized something was wrong.
If he was in a deep sleep and couldn't wake up, then he should have reacted no matter what when he was held up by a gun.
But the person on the bed remained motionless.
Song Ye quickly walked around to the front, lifted the quilt, and then saw Han Yan's silent face.
In her hand, she was holding a bottle of sleeping pills.