Secret Service Student

Chapter 83: 083 Moments of crisis

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"Maybe I went to the bathroom, maybe I went shopping, maybe..." Zhang Yuan tried his best to think about the situation better.

But when Liu Jing said, Fan Jiaojiao and Ye Liyun swam across the river and went to play in the woods.

Zhang Yuanxin tightened again, an ominous premonition enveloped in his heart.

"Why don't you wait for me to come again!" Zhang Yuan roared angrily.

It was the first time that Liu Jing saw him angry, her face paled in fright, and she said timidly: "Jiaojiao said to wait for you, but Ye Liyun and a few classmates said it was okay. After a while, you still didn't come, Fan. Jiaojiao had to go with them."

Zhang Yuan's face blushed. If he didn't want to touch it more, and wanted to have fun with Lin Xin, how could others have a chance? In the final analysis, he is negligent.

"How long have you left?" Zhang Yuan asked again.

"Less than 10 minutes."

"I'm going to find them!" Zhang Yuan said as he strode into the water.

This is the time of the high tide. The river is more turbulent than when it came in the morning. The creek is no less than a river. Tourists in the river are also beginning to concentrate on the banks of the river. They dare not approach the center. The closer the center is, the more the water flows. The swift rush, the color of the water has also become dark and heavy.

Zhang Yuan’s heart was also dark, struggling with his hands, and muttering silently over and over again in his mouth, Jiaojiao, don’t make any trouble, don’t make any trouble, otherwise I won’t be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life. !

On the opposite side of the hill, in the dilapidated little temple of the earth, moss crawled all over the steps, and in front of the steps there were heavily armed men busy.

In a dilapidated room, a middle-aged man with a cold face is holding a pair of military telescopes watching the young man in the middle of the river who is struggling to swim. The fingers of the telescope holding the telescope are bluish white because of his force.

"Ms. Chen, is it him?" asked a thin and dark man who spoke a languishing mandarin. It seemed that this man was a native of Southeast Asia.

The middle-aged man called Mr. Chen put down his binoculars, did not speak, but looked at the phone, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, I opened a short message, and a line of words appeared on the screen, "Dad, he passed."

President Chen smiled slightly, tightened his fists, and said, "It's him, don't let me down."

The thin man stretches his head in disdain, and the lonely figure in the river. Read full-text novels, all on Xuenet.com

Coldly said: "Mr. Chen, if the Burmese Tagong mercenary can't handle even a high school student, isn't it all going to commit suicide?"

President Chen shook his head and said slowly and forcefully: "Don't underestimate the enemy. He is not an ordinary high school student. Several people have died in his hands recently. According to internal sources, his ability is not at all. Inferior to a professional killer."

The thin man smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, I often deal with Chinese people. You can also find out, whether it is a high school student or a professional killer, as long as we are targeted by our Tagong mercenaries, there will only be one fate for him." A cold light flashed in the skinny man's eyes, and a few words popped out between his teeth: "That's death!"

Hearing what he said confidently, Mr. Chen felt instantly relieved, high-five and laughed: "Okay! Happy cooperation!"

"Haha, President Chen is also a refreshing person, we like to deal with refreshing people."

The two laughed again, and Mr. Chen said, "Oh, and, except for the girl named Fan Jiaojiao, I want to live, everything else." Mr. Chen said and gestured on his neck.

"We didn't just do it like this yesterday." The thin man said again, "Actually, Mr. Chen, he is the best at this time. He is swimming and he is unprepared."

President Chen shook his head, "No, there are so many tourists over there, so you can't be too blatant."

The thin man nodded and said, "Then we will go."

"it is good."

The thin man nodded solemnly, turned and walked out. There were more than a dozen fully armed mercenaries standing outside who were ready, painted on their faces, carrying 47, headsets, knives, and bullets. Everything was ready and standing. Waiting for departure under the steps.

The thin man stood on the stone steps and smiled slightly, "Brothers, the game has started." Then he waved his hand vigorously, "Action!"

A group of mercenaries plugged in their headsets, carried 47 on their shoulders, and filed them out. They were already thinking about where to get the money to find beautiful women. For mercenaries, the speed of spending money would never be faster than Earning money is slow, and most of them are stuffed into a woman's pit. The life of licking blood with a knife needs more moisture from a woman.

In their hometown, those little girls who were impoverished during the war are the objects of their consumption. As long as they have a small amount of money, they can have a good time. Every time they get the money, they spend it quickly, for fear of being killed in a certain mission, and if they have money, they will die.

But this time, they didn't worry about failure at all. They took on countless tasks, and this time it was the least challenging. A high school student is just a piece of cake, but it is said that the fighting is very powerful. No matter what, they set off. They are like tigers going down the mountain, and plunged into the silent woods, and pounced on the one that is not strong or sturdy. Of high school students.

After the mercenaries had gone clean, Mr. Chen also walked out on the phone, "Dawei, if you fail this time, you will pretend to be ignorant, or you will all push on me, anyway. Dad will only jump off the building if he doesn't fight it this time. If he is really exhausted, he will take the key I gave you to get the living expenses I left for you."

After finishing the phone call, President Chen raised his head to the sun that was already moving westward, put his hands in his pockets, sighed, bowed his head and walked out of the Temple of Earth, got into a Mercedes-Benz parked outside, and left slowly.

Zhonghai City, Police Station, Crime Squad.

Captain Qin Xiaorou was sitting at her desk and sorting out a file. This was a murder case that occurred in a villa area on the outskirts of the city early this morning. She had just returned from the scene.

According to the survey, the five deceased at the scene, the owner and wife of the villa, took their daughters and two maids, all of them were tied up in the living room and cut their throats. The lower parts of the four female deceased's bodies were clearly exposed. Has been violated by violence.

The footprints inside the house were messy, and about ten different fingerprints were extracted. Nearby residents reported that they had seen two Toyota vans parked at the door. What is abhorrent is that the community monitoring system was demolished in advance. The security guards did not know.

According to Qin Xiaorou’s judgment, this must be a group of anti-social gangsters with extremely cruel methods, extremely cruel behaviors, extremely despicable characters, and rich criminal experience, but there is no such violent and brutal gang in China Overseas with such a large number of people. , Even the well-known wolf gang and Pudong gang in Zhonghai would not do this.

"Team Qin, the identity of the deceased has been investigated." A policeman walked into the door and said as he walked: "The name of the deceased was Fang Huanjiu, 53 years old, the owner of the villa where the crime occurred. He was the first member of the Chen Group, a well-known Zhonghai company. The second largest shareholder, according to insiders, he has recently made a fuss about the actual control of the Chen Group and the chairman of the group's largest shareholder, Chen Guohua."

"Chen Guohua?" Qin Xiaorou frowned. The name was familiar, and suddenly her eyes lit up. "His son is the middle school student who hired the murderer in the case of Zhu Chenglong's injury?"

The policeman on the opposite side was taken aback, but he couldn't answer, so he said: "I'll check it."

"Hey, wait to check that." Qin Xiaorou hurriedly stopped him, "Go and check Chen Guohua's recent call records, and at the same time, read the video data of the traffic intersection near the villa where the crime occurred. First, I found two Toyota cars, both of which are the same. The car should not be stolen."

Silver Bay, in the dense forest under the hill next to Silver Creek.

This forest is old, because of environmental protection, modern civilization has not harmed this place. It is still quiet and lush as it has been for hundreds of years, but it is located in the floodplain formed a thousand years ago, and the age of the trees is not very long. , The thickest is the size of the two people hugging each other, but the grass on the ground grows taller.

Although the sun is still shining outside, the woods are still gloomy and gloomy. A trace of sunlight can only penetrate the shade of yellow leaves, piercing the darkness through the gaps.

In the middle of the woods there is a flat yellow land, on the ground there is an abandoned forest ranger’s hayloft. The hayloft has long been abandoned, and a few thick thatched bamboo roofs support the crumbling roof felt.

In the outer corner of the thatched hut, there are three people at this moment.

Two strong men and a delicate and beautiful swimsuit girl. Needless to say, the girl is Fan Jiaojiao who fell into the enemy's hands. She is sitting on the ground with her back against the bamboo wall, and the two men standing beside her are the wolf helpers who kidnapped her.

"Yeah, beauty, you yell!" A short-haired triangular eye was scraping Fan Jiaojiao's thin and tender arm with a bright two-sided scraper. The sharp blade made the gentle girl's shoulder hair. cold.

However, Fan Jiaojiao kept her eyes red, bit her lip, and insisted not to say a word.

"Beauty, why don't you yell, call your little friend, let the buddy know what he used to kill Zhu Jianqiang."

After a few words with triangular eyes, she found that Fan Jiaojiao was still holding back her voice, and suddenly became furious. She grabbed the ponytail behind Fan Jiaojiao's head and pulled it violently.

"Oh!" Fan Jiaojiao screamed in pain, her face was pulled up, the sun shone on her youthful and beautiful face, and the tears in her eyes gleamed with halo.

Although she is a poor young girl with triangular eyes, she doesn't know how to pity Xiangxiyu at all. She grinned and said, "Cry, yell, yell, otherwise how can your little friend find you?"

"I'm pooh!" Fan Jiaojiao spit on her triangular-eyed face, "You fucking know who my dad is, you guys from the bottom of society, my dad will definitely kill you, kill you!"

Although Fan Jiaojiao had lost her freedom, she was terrified, but her words still contained the arrogance and arrogance of the mayor's daughter.

Triangular eyes stretched out his hand to wipe off the saliva, and didn't feel angry, but laughed even harder, "Yes, that's it, just speak louder."