Therefore, Mi Zhongguo was even more convinced that Zhang Jun must be in the imperial dining room of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and the person who reported the case was most likely one of Guo Hao's people.

Don't tell me, Mi Zhongguo did guess correctly, but he didn't remember Guo Hao's mobile phone number and didn't save it. However, although Guo Hao didn't save it either, he could remember Mi Zhongguo's number.

The reason why he didn't answer Mi Zhongguo's call was that he didn't want to talk to Mi Zhongguo at all. First, he didn't want Mi Zhongguo to know that he was fighting with me. Second, the reputation of being a "gold finger" was not so good. Once he gets on the phone with Mi Zhongguo, the reporter must come to the scene, and Guo Hao doesn't want to show up.

The driver stepped on the accelerator, but Mi Zhongguo was still in a hurry and continued to urge: "Turn on the police lights and turn them off within two kilometers from the place where the crime was reported. Honk the horn and shout to ask all private cars to give way to me." "

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

The police lights flashed, and Mi Zhongguo grabbed the car's walkie-talkie and said quickly: "The bullets are all over the place. There are only a few people here, so we must pay attention to safety."

"understand."

The detectives in the two cars behind responded simultaneously.

Lu Lin walked to the door of Private Room 404, his adrenaline was soaring. His hands were trembling, and sweat was pouring on his forehead. He stared at the solid wooden door, took two big breaths, slowly unzipped his clothes, and pulled it out. That brand new five-shooter.

"Wow,."

He flicked the sleeve, put his palm on the doorknob, held his breath, gritted his teeth, and suddenly pushed open the door. He instantly raised his gun and let out a roar that shook the fourth floor.
Chapter completed!