"Two minutes ago, surveillance at the entrance of a nearby national highway showed that about a dozen cars were heading to the destination, suspected to be the suspect."

"Captain Luo, Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao are nearby. I asked them to stand by on time, but now they can't contact..."

Luo Wenzhou: "How far is it?"

"Arrival soon, the drone is in place-"

"Wen Zhou," Lu Youliang on the phone suddenly whispered, "I approved this matter today, and it was my idea. If something goes wrong, I..."

"Captain Luo, there are bloodstains and suspected firefighting near the factory, and no Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang are seen."

Luo Wenzhou closed his eyes and interrupted Director Lu: "It's not you, Uncle Lu, I know, it was Fei Du's bastard. He also asked you to hide it from me, and I can guess this."

When Director Lu thought of Fei Du's sarcastic "Sincerity is the spiritual" before leaving, he was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak. After a while of silence, he said, "...I asked him why, but he didn't tell the truth-why?"

The howling wind and sirens sounded in concert, and the headlights were intertwined under the dark sky, and they were far away in the empty and desolate coastal area.

Luo Wenzhou's throat moved slightly: "Because of Zhu Feng."

Lu Youliang: "What?"

"Because Zhu Feng, Yang Xin, Master... Fu Jiahui, these people are different from those wanted criminals Zhang Chunling and others, and are not conspicuous. Many of them have done things that cannot even be considered crimes. They can find a place to hide when they turn around. They usually look no different from ordinary people - but they are like landmines after the war. If they cannot be detonated safely, they will cause endless harm in the future. So there must be a 'lead'."

Zhang Chunjiu was arrested and Zhang Chunling was wanted. Chunlai Group was at the end of its strength.

Over the past year, the entire Chunlai Group has been weakened and even now fall apart. Zhang Chunling's identity was exposed. On the way to escape, people who easily sneaked into the reciters around her - Fan Siyuan was able to rob Fei Du silently is proof - it is not difficult to make Zhang Chunling die in a bad life. At that time, these terrible "judgments" will retire and sank quietly into the ground. I am afraid that they will be difficult to find them again.

This "lead" that detonated them must give them a greater sense of crisis and must be able to fill the hatred they have nowhere to put - at this time, what else can be a reason for their carnival than a "master behind the scenes" who "yellow bird is behind"?

Fei Du detained Zhang Donglai not only to arrest Zhang Chunling but to lure the reader. He is afraid he is also preparing to quickly intensify the conflict between the two sides. In this way, everyone he caught will be "illegal gun-holding gangsters", and no one can escape...

Fei Du, this madman!

The "crazy man" has been calculating, but I wonder if he has calculated that he is dying.

A moving metal ring was pressed around his neck, and the other end of the metal ring was connected to the ignorant vegetative Fei Chengyu's neck, which kept a brief quiet under violence, and finally no chance to "spoke words" anymore.

Three or four guns around him were facing him at the same time, and a gun was pressed against the back of his head, ensuring that he could be beaten into a sieve if there was any slight movement.

Fei Du couldn't straighten his waist, so he simply leaned on the gun's mouth. The hand holding the gun behind him was very stable and he let him lean on it motionlessly, but the texture was a bit hard and uncomfortable.

He couldn't speak, so he blinked at Zhang Chunling, who was "falling from the sky". His eyes, which were soaked in cold sweat, could still see some teasing smell, as if he thought it was very interesting to Zhang Chunling had to pinch his nose and save him.

Zhang Chunling was unhappy with him. She glanced at Fei Chengyu, a "corpse" like no one, and fell directly on Fan Siyuan.

For some reason, Fan Siyuan's hand on the wheelchair suddenly trembled when he saw Zhang Chunling.

Zhang Chunling said coldly: "I heard you want to see me, I'm here."

"Zhang Chunling." Fan Siyuan put the name in his mouth and chewed it back and forth three times. His eyes, which were turbid due to illness, had a brightness that was almost revived, and two balls of fire were lit inside.

Fei Du watched coldly and suddenly had an illusion that he felt that at this moment, he saw a little human breath in this man.

Strangely, Zhang Chunling is actually a dead end. She was caught by Fei Du for a moment and became the biggest loser in this game of "Black Eat Black". From the perspective of the reader, Fei Du's "take all" should be more dangerous and "vicious". However, Fan Siyuan said that Fei Du was "terrible", but did not show enough respect for him and could still pretend to be a ghost in front of him with ease.

On the contrary, when facing Zhang Chunling, who seemed to be "not worth mentioning", he actually lost his composure.

Gods and evil ghosts will not lose their composure, only people will.

Fan Siyuan's thin back was pulled into a bow, and his neck stretched forward, and spoke in a complex and difficult to distinguish and almost empty tone: "Fifteen years ago, on National Highway 327, there was an unemployed young man named Lu Guosheng, who, together with a man and a woman, killed three passing drivers in a row. He disappeared mysteriously after being wanted by the police. You took him in."

Zhang Chunling's cheek twitched: "Thirteen years ago, a criminal psychologist who was obsessed with murder and killed six people in a row. He was secretly hunted by the police. I took him in. I fed him his bones and gave him a nest. Now, he is going to bite me back."

Fan Siyuan's believers all showed anger as if faith had been blasphemed, but the "faith" himself was not touched. Fan Siyuan seemed to have not heard what Zhang Chunling said: "Lu Guosheng hid in the Louvre Museum and accidentally left fingerprints to attract the attention of the police. The police offered additional rewards to search for his whereabouts. He received more than 20 reporting calls in a week. Some of the reporters were confident, but no matter how quickly the police rushed there, they all got nothing - because you have a pair of ventilated and rumored 'eyes' in the city bureau."

"A policeman became suspicious. After the case was put on hold, he began to investigate alone and followed the clues to the Louvre... But at the critical moment of investigation and evidence collection, he chose the wrong partner and believed in the wrong person."

"There is this," Zhang Chunling said calmly, "We were forced to give up the Louvre. I remember that the incidental policeman seemed to be calling..."

Xiao Haiyang, who was eavesdropping at the end of the secret passage, clenched his fists tightly and suddenly leaned forward without saying a word.

Lang Qiao was shocked and hurriedly chased after him. While pulling Xiao Haiyang desperately, he took out the communication equipment and planned to contact support. Unexpectedly, when he looked at the phone, he found that there was no signal underground!

No wonder her phone is so quiet!

Lang Qiao's hair stood upside down. Without paying attention, Xiao Haiyang had already reached the secret passage. Then, he suddenly didn't know what he saw, and suddenly took a step back and shrank back himself. Lang Qiao was a little surprised, carefully swept his eyes and immediately covered his mouth - no one told her that the "hostage" was Fei Du!

How did Fei Du get into it?

Why is he here?

What is he doing here?

What's going on now?

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang exchanged several glances in an instant - however, the communication was neither effective nor tacit understanding, and only found that the other party was as silly as he was.

The next moment, a bullet suddenly shot at Fei Du, and the two young men's hearts suddenly tightened, and Lang Qiao almost rushed out directly - the bullet and Fei Du passed by. What was shocking was that Zhang Chunling seemed even more nervous than them.

The moment Fan Siyuan fired the gun, Zhang Chunling's shoulders suddenly tensed. Everyone behind him raised their guns and pointed them at Fan Siyuan in the wheelchair. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"You are not allowed to call him by his name." Fan Siyuan's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "You are not allowed to call him!"

He warned Fei Du not to mention "Gu Zhao" when he was cold and ritualized. It seemed that Gu Zhao was a tablet hanging high on a niche, a symbol, theoretically sacred and inviolable, and he protected it out of his duty.

But at this time, when he faced Zhang Chunling, his reflex nerves that had been numb for many years seemed to suddenly revived. Fan Siyuan was like a person who had just woken up from a long hibernation. The indestructible ice wrapped around him was cracked inch by inch. The grief that had suppressed for many years woke up again. The faded, unreal memory rekindled, and there was a tremolo in his throat.

Lang Qiao pushed Xiao Haiyang, made a "Luo" lip shaped at him, and showed him the phone without signal, signaling him with his eyes - I'm watching here, you go out to find Team Luo and the others.

Xiao Haiyang shook his head with a serious expression.

Lang Qiao glared at him - it was not the time to show off his heroes!

Xiao Haiyang made a gesture to her and shook his head again - Lang Qiao understood what he meant, and the little glasses said that he was following him in just now. The terrain here is too complicated, so he couldn't find it if he went out.

Lang Qiao: "..."

Xiao Haiyang pointed at Lang Qiao, then pointed at himself, and gave a thumbs up, nodding, meaning "Go quickly, I'll stay here to watch, I have a sense of responsibility, don't worry."

Lang Qiao couldn't rest assured, but there was nothing else to do at this time. She saw that something unimaginable might happen if delayed for one more second.

Lang Qiao gritted her teeth and stuffed her amulet, the phone that had broken the screen, into Xiao Haiyang's hand, turned around and crawled out of the secret passage.

Fan Siyuan's accusation continued: "...Informers...The trash betrayed him and scrambled to commit perjury. His good brothers and good friends were silent. No one spoke for him, no one avenged him. He was just 500,000 and a fingerprint film that could be copied everywhere. They found him guilty. His files were sealed and his name was erased..."

Zhang Chunling was untouched: "This is a police problem, you can't put it on my head."

"You're right, this is the cold and useless policeman," said Fan Siyuan. "If you want to completely destroy you, I can only choose this path."

The perverted person, Zhang Chunling, could not help but be incredible after hearing this: "You killed someone and ruined yourself in order to sneak in and investigate me?"

Fan Siyuan said coldly: "I kill all the people I should kill."

The woman beside Fan Siyuan subconsciously looked down at Fei Du for some reason. Unexpectedly, she was facing Fei Du's gaze. Fei Du's gaze was calm and clear, as if a mirror could be reflected into her heart. The woman couldn't help but feel angry for a moment, and suddenly frowned, but Fei Du bent her eyes and smiled silently at her.

"There are all wronged souls buried in the wilderness of the coast. From more than 30 years ago to the present, countless people have been killed by you." Fan Siyuan suddenly raised his head, "Zhang Chunling, have you pleaded guilty?"

Zhang Chunling seemed to have heard a big joke: "Ha! It was you who planned to let the unlucky Dong Gan be a killer for Zheng Kaifeng and hit Zhou Junmao to kill Zhou Junmao. It was you who planned to buy/murder/kill someone in Wei Zhanhong's family. In order to frame the blame, you found someone to go to the hospital to kill the useless informant. Your man and the police made a mess of a mess - I said, we are half a dozen, why do you ask me for my crime?"

Fan Siyuan looked at him with a creepy look: "Just because I can make you suffer retribution, you will end up with the person you killed today, do you believe it?"

Xiao Haiyang's hair stood up for a moment, and he had goose bumps. Of course, he knew the cause of Gu Zhao's death. This kind of underground space has dense secret passages and various strange warehouses and small spaces living next to each other. It is an excellent place to bury tin and fry/bombs!

Sure enough, he heard Fan Siyuan say, "Zhang Chunling, do you dare to look down? There is a fire under your feet, and you can't run away!"

The police drone had arrived at the scene first and sent the messy scene back. Then, the police car that arrived first arrived also arrived.

The police car alarmed the crows in the barren mountains, and the ominous bird, which was pitch black, screamed hoarsely and went into the sky. Zhang Chunling, who was leaving outside, looked at each other, turned around and rushed to the small thatched hut leading to the ground to report the news.

Lang Qiao had already seen the light at the entrance, but suddenly stopped - she heard the sound of rapid footsteps!

Lang Qiao took a deep breath, pressed her ear against the cold and wet wall of the secret passage, closed her eyes - two... three, there were about three people on the other side, and there must be weapons on her body. She cannot shoot, and she must fight quickly, otherwise Xiao Haiyang and Fei Du inside were both dangerous...

"Squad Luo, something is wrong, here is quiet."

Luo Wen's car rushed down before he stopped and had already arrived at the entrance of the old factory - gunshots and people were heard. Except for the blood all over the ground and the scattered bodies, people knew that there had been a fierce firefight here, it was silent.

Luo Wenzhou looked at the blood all over the ground and felt a "knock" in his heart, as if he had fallen from a high place without any warning, and tasted the bloody smell on the tip of his tongue.

"Impossible," Luo Wenzhou pulled back his scattered soul, "Impossible, the blood has not dried yet, and he can't run far away - I heard that Zhang Chunling and the others used this place to hide wanted criminals, so it is impossible to put it on the surface. Don't stop, continue searching, and bring the dogs!"

Lang Qiao pressed tightly against the wall of the secret passage, hiding in the darkness of the corner. When the person walking in front passed by her, Lang Qiao suddenly stretched out his foot and tripped him. The man didn't react for a moment, cursed and rushed forward. The moment he fell down, Lang Qiao knocked heavily on the back of his neck. The second person didn't know why his companion suddenly fell, and bent down slightly. Just as he was about to check, a person suddenly rushed out of the darkness, raised his knees and pressed against his lower abdomen. The man was grabbed by his neck before he could say a word, and then his eyes turned dark and he threw himself down on the spot. Lang Qiao took away the gun and long stick from his waist.

The third person had already seen the sneak attacker in the dark, and was about to open his mouth and scream. At the same time, he rushed towards her. Lang Qiao, who had already adapted to the darkness, quickly poked the long stick forward, hit the other party's throat, and almost knocked the call back. The man grabbed her arm, and Lang Qiao shrank into his coat and stepped heavily on the other party's instep. The stick was pested on his chin from bottom to top, forcing him to shut up again, and then pressed the gun on the man's chest.

The man raised his hands in cold sweat and retreated with her strength. One of them retreated forward and the other, retreating all the way to the entrance of the secret passage.

Lang Qiao lowered her voice: "Turn around."

The other party dared not turn around, raised his hands and slowly turned over. Before he could stand firm, a hand knife was cut off from the back of his neck, and it softened silently.

Lang Qiao found a rope from him, tied him up in a few seconds, then took off his coat, stuffed his sleeves into the unlucky mouth, and finally breathed a sigh of relief - he performed very well, fortunately, this errand-running job did not allow Xiao Haiyang to come.

Xiao Haiyang didn't realize anything thrilling happened behind him. He was tense-Fe Du was too far away from him. He rushed over from here and he had to deal with at least five or six people!

Before he could figure out the route, he heard Fan Siyuan say, "Immediately!"

Xiao Haiyang's mind buzzed and took out his gun, but the expected fire did not happen. The basement was quiet for a moment, and Zhang Chunling suddenly burst into laughter. His face was a little crooked, and he looked particularly malicious: "You don't think you are doing something wrong here, I don't know? Fan Siyuan, this is my territory. It was built with bricks and tiles, so you are too self-righteous!"

Xiao Haiyang didn't expect the whole turn, and his feet became soft and he almost fell down.

But before he could relax his breath, he saw Fan Siyuan suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at Fei Du, as if he was forced to the end of his journey, and then he actually laughed.

"Your territory? You are right. Killing and setting fires are all your professions. How could I beat you?" His throat was hoarse and his voice was like a night owl. "But your son's life is in his hands."

The man who pressed the gun against Fei Du tore off the rubber strip that sealed his mouth.
Chapter completed!