At nine o'clock in the evening, in a sparsely populated town in Laomo District.
In recent decades, Mexico has been in the midst of a civil war, and many places have been frequently ravaged by war. This small town is no exception, and has been affected by war countless times.
Most of the houses in the town were in ruins, and some of the collapsed buildings still had bullet holes in them. Most of the residents here had gotten used to it, and except for some who had fled, the rest had become numb to the war.
The eighteen members of the Three Lights Society hid in a dilapidated iron house in the town. Candles were lit in the room, the windows were blocked with wooden boards, and the door was also locked to isolate the firelight inside the house.
In the dim candlelight, some young people drank beer and boasted; some gathered together to play poker; some gathered together to watch adult movies on their cell phones without internet. For people of this age, this kind of life is not stressful, but rather a bit cool.
Being young and frivolous, I didn't know what danger was.
At the same time, in the cleaner room next door, Zheng Guang was lying on a hard wooden bed, holding his mobile phone and looking at the photos on the screen.
The photo was a screenshot of a live broadcast. It showed a wall with a few large characters spray-painted in red: "Sanguang Society, we will avenge our enemies! There are a large number of psychotropic drugs hidden here!"
Zheng Guang frowned and couldn't help muttering, "Damn it... It's ok to pretend to be me, but the handwriting is so ugly!"
Zheng Guang felt a surge of rage in his heart. He didn't know who was doing evil under the name of Sanguang Society. He was morally corrupt and insane!
They have been hiding here since they escaped from the bar and have never returned to Longcheng. It is even more impossible that the words on the wall were written by them. Although Zheng Guang is not a great detective, he can understand from this picture that someone is obviously framing the Sanguang Society! Putting the blame on them!
The damage was minor, but the humiliation was extremely severe! This made Zheng Guang's hemorrhoids almost burst!
Zheng Guang put down his phone and touched his bald head. He felt that there was something strange about this incident. And the explosion in the bar last time was also very strange! Who threw the grenade for no apparent reason
Things piled up one after another, as if there was an invisible big hand behind him, pushing him forward.
"Fuck..."
The more Zheng Guang thought about it, the angrier he became. He turned over and sat up, walked to the table, picked up the bottle of mineral water, and gulped down two gulps.
After calming down a little, Zheng Guang continued to think about this matter in his mind.
“Crack!”
After thinking for a long time, Zheng Guang sat back on the wooden bed. While smoking, he grabbed a handful of bullets from the box on the bedside and put them into the magazine one by one.
“Click!”
After it was full, Zheng Guang stuffed the magazine back in, put the pistol on his waist, and covered it with his clothes.
“Bang!”
Zheng Guang pushed the door open and left his room. The sound of the door closing attracted the attention of other people in the living room. Everyone looked over and fell on him.
Zheng Guang turned around and shouted to a young man in his twenties, "Xiao Huo, come here and go out with me."
"Okay." Xiaohuo patted his butt, stood up and walked over quickly without hesitation.
Although he is not very old, he has a sharp mind and has been with Zheng Guang for a long time, so he can be considered his right-hand man.
Zheng Guang instructed the others, "I'm going to do something. You all stay here quietly. Don't run around and don't make any light. Even if you need to poop, do it in the dark! Old Lu, keep an eye on them for me. I'll be back in two or three hours and take you with me."
"Don't worry, brother!" A slightly older young man nodded.
After giving the instructions, Zheng Guang took Xiao Huo out of the tin house and got into a somewhat shabby van parked outside.
The car hasn't been moved for several days and there's a lot of dust on it.
Xiaohuo started the engine and turned to look at Zheng Guang who was sitting in the back seat: "Brother, where are you going?"
Zheng Guang pointed and said, "Drive forward."
Xiaohuo stepped on the accelerator and the car slowly moved forward. After a while, the car drove to the corner of the street. Zheng Guang found a position with a better view and said, "Stop the car."
Xiao Huo was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong, brother?"
Zheng Guang urged, "Stop if I tell you to. Stay in the car for a while. Remember, no matter what happens outside, don't go out!"
Xiao Huo reacted quickly and turned around to ask, "Brother, do you suspect that there is..."
Zheng Guang frowned and waved his hand to interrupt Xiao Huo: "Don't worry about it."
Xiaohuo said no more, parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the engine and lights, and waited quietly with Zheng Guang.
The whole street was very quiet, with only the occasional barking of dogs. A few cars passed by from time to time, but not many.
After about an hour, the door of the iron house was gently pushed open, and a young man wearing a black T-shirt and a cap quietly slipped out. He looked around for a long time, then walked to the intersection and stopped a passing black car.
The car window rolled down slowly. An old black man was sitting in the car and shouted to the young man in English: "Where are you going?"
The young man mentioned a place name, and Lao Hei held up two fingers and quoted a very exaggerated price.
At this moment, the young man suddenly felt someone patting him on the back. He turned around suddenly and found that it was Zheng Guang standing behind him. He was stunned.
Zheng Guang looked at the young man and asked expressionlessly, "What are you going to do?"
The young man had come to his senses and replied calmly, "Nothing... Brother, didn't you leave?"
Zheng Guang glanced at him and said, "I'm waiting for someone. Why did you come out?"
The young man looked at Zheng Guang's face and explained calmly: "I came out to buy something."
"Oh." Zheng Guang nodded and suddenly asked, "Did you bring your cell phone? Let me use it."
"I have it!" The young man stared at Zheng Guang and reached into his pocket.
The two looked at each other with different expressions.
The black car driver behind me was still shouting: "Hey, do you still want to take the seat?"
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At the same time, in the Longcheng General Administration Bureau compound.
Su Tianyu stood in front of the French window in his office, with his hands behind his back, looking at the brightly lit city streets outside. After thinking for a long time, he turned to Gu Baishun who was sitting on the sofa next to him and said, "Find someone with good business skills, and I'll talk to him."
Hearing this, Gu Baishun was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Didn't Tan Mingchao say... that he would come to mediate?"
Su Tianyu sighed: "Alas... I don't think he can adjust it, let's do it ourselves."
Upon hearing this, Gu Baishun nodded slightly.