Sitting in the old-fashioned Santanar, Chu Yu finally understood why the Public Affairs and Security Bureau could not recruit people anymore.

After all, it is a special confidential organization, and even if you get Wuling Chuyu, you won’t complain.

This is the three-handed Santana, which has at least made a move, should have been eliminated a few years ago. Except for the speakers that don’t ring, they will be louder, and they will easily fall apart after passing the speed bump, and their heads almost hit the roof.

Being poor is poor, but the department's efficiency is still very fast. After Meng Yong continued to explain, within thirty minutes, all three generations of Wang Fan's ancestors were dug out.

Originally, I was planning to observe secretly for a while before making a decision, but there was one thing in the information that attracted the attention of Chu Yu and Meng Yong.

That is, whenever it comes to night, Wang Fan will drive alone to the western suburbs river, staying for more than two hours.

The riverside in the western suburbs is rare and uninhabited. It is summer again, and the wild mosquitoes are overwhelming. Normal people will never run there in the middle of the night.

He has a net worth of over 100 million. He doesn’t go to nightclubs or reward female anchors in the middle of the night, but instead goes to the wild to feed mosquitoes. Isn’t this a brain disease?

In short, Wang Fan had too many abnormal behaviors, and in the end, Meng Yong issued an order based on his intuition and took the person back first.

This means that there is almost no surveillance task this time, and it has been upgraded to a "catch" task.

Although it is not certain whether Wang Fan has any connection with Class A events, the risk factor has increased sharply.

However, Chu Yu did not give up because he wanted to find an answer to find out why Gao Xiaoxi, the little girl adopted by Wang Fan, appeared in his dream.

No matter how terrible a Class A event is, it is far from terrible as the never-ending nightmare.

In addition to Chu Yu, the old Sun Sun Minhui was also accompanied.

To be on the safe side, two cars followed one kilometer away, and the tactical support team of six people was sitting on the car. Of course, they were also driving two broken Santanas.

Sun Minhui was in his early forties and was the one with the most popular reputation in the Nangang branch, and the oldest in addition to Meng Yong.

Although she was wearing a digital camouflage combat uniform, Sun Minhui looked sloppy.

Not only did he have a bad beard, his hair was like a chicken coop, his face was full of flesh and he was even a big bald head, just like he was afraid that others would misunderstand that he was a good person.

Chu Ci heard Meng Yong mention it before, saying that Lao Sun joined the Public Affairs and Security Bureau at the age of 16. He had many commendations and commendations, but he was punished many times. In short, this has been done for more than 20 years.

Not to mention high-risk departments like the Class A incident group, even if they change to other companies, they should have been raised with more than 20 years of qualifications.

But Lao Sun has been mingling at the front line of the grassroots level. Even if the transfer order is released, this guy will refuse it for various reasons. No one knows the reason.

Chu Ci has always had a lot of complaints about Sun Minhui.

First of all, this person is very mean and full of slutty words. He always has to say a few words when he sees a female colleague.

Secondly, Lao Sun still has a face full of experience all day long. Except for Meng Yong, he can scold anyone he sees.

Especially when the young newcomer came, Sun Minhui looked disgusted and wanted to let someone pack up and get out of here immediately.

As for other minor problems, Chu Yu doesn't like this person very much.

After leaving the city, Lao Sun never had idle words. When he saw a good car, he had to scold him. It was either that the silly tycoon was a tycoon or that the girl was a mistress who was covered up.

Chu Yu looked at him frequently and always felt that this guy had a bit of antisocial personality disorder.

After leaving the city, there were fewer cars. When they saw that they were gone, they scolded Meng Yong.

"Old Meng is trying to get some luck. This fat man named Wang Fan is obviously abnormal." Lao Sun turned his head and looked at Chu Yu, and said in a slight and uneven manner: "You are analyzing data and running for the front line. If you die, it will be fine. Don't drag me back then."

Chu Yu snorted coldly: "I can take good care of myself, just take good care of yourself."

Lao Sun was happy: "Boy, do you know why I hate you the most in our department?"

Chu Yu shrugged: "Because you are jealous that I am younger than you, handsomer than you?"

"Because you are the only one who dares to talk back to me."

Chu Yu rolled his eyes and was too lazy to answer the conversation.

Old Sun smiled sinisterly: "Hehe, I'll arrive at the scene later. If an unexpected situation happens, don't blame me for not saving you when I see you. Who told you to be disgusted?"

"Look, I'll just say you're jealous of my appearance." Chu Yu sneered, but muttered in his heart.

According to his understanding of Lao Sun, this bastard might really not be saved by death.

Lao Sun lit a cigarette and drove the car on his own.

After arriving at the western suburbs, the two got out of the car and ran towards the river with their waists.

Chu Yu, who lowered his posture, discovered a very interesting phenomenon, that is, Lao Sun always stood in front of him intentionally or unintentionally.

However, Chu Yu didn't think much about it, but he felt increasingly nervous.

After all, this is his mission, so it is definitely fake to say he is not nervous.

But after the two of them ran to the river, they found that there was not even a ghost.

Lao Sun took out the night vision device from his combat bag, observed it for a while, and cursed.

"If you don't say that fat man will appear at 11 o'clock in the evening, why don't you even see the root hair?"

Chu Yu was about to speak when a roar of the engine came from a distance.

Lao Sun's expression changed, he grabbed Chu Yu's collar and drilled into the grass.

Looking at the lights from far to near, Chu Yu's nerves were tense all over his body, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

After more than ten seconds, a Porsche 911 stopped by the river.

Chu Yu's heart beat wildly.

The information is correct. The fat body in the Porsche 911 is the newly promoted young rich man Wang Fan!

Involuntarily, Chu Yu turned his head and looked at Lao Sun beside him. After looking over, he suddenly discovered something that surprised him.

Lao Sun's condition at this time was like a leopard hiding in the dark to peek at his prey. His eyes were slightly narrowed. Chu Yu couldn't even feel his breath, and his whole body exuded an inexplicable palpitations. His ugly face looked like he didn't look a little obscene.

This feeling made Chu Yu very uncomfortable.

The usual Lao Sun just made him hate it, but the Lao Sun who was lying beside him now made him feel an instinctive danger.

Lao Sun, who was not squinting, raised his fingers and made a gesture of banning the sound.

Chu Yu turned his head and looked at the Porsche 911 in the distance.

After a while, Wang Fan's fat body walked out of the Porsche.

Wang Fan's appearance is the same as his name, very ordinary, neither handsome nor ugly, and looks like a very ordinary fat man.

After getting out of the car, Wang Fan began to sit down slowly, and finally lay on the ground and put it in a big character, and lay straight on the ground full of sewage and mud.

After a while, mosquitoes in the grass flew over in groups, like an invisible baton waving. Hundreds of mosquitoes stayed above Wang Fan as if they were about to kill the dense phobia.

The more and more mosquitoes gather, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

Chu Yu was very sure that so many mosquitoes would even suck the blood of an adult in a few breaths.

But the mosquitoes did not bite Wang Fan, but just hovered over his body.

Chu Yu's eyes were shocked. What's more strange about this fat man's physique? He actually caught mosquitoes like this. The mosquitoes just circled around Wang Fan without biting them, which was more obedient than adult golden retrievers.

Chu Yu, who had some intensive phobia, had a faint numb scalp.

Wang Fan's

The experience is indeed incredible, but if you say that this fat man is related to the supernatural event, there is still a lack of critical evidence. But the scene in front of you undoubtedly confirms that this guy is not an ordinary person.

Other things can be explained far-fetchedly that he is lucky, but the scene in front of him is too incredible.

Just when Chu Yu didn't know what to do next, Lao Sun moved.

Lao Sun grabbed a small stone beside him and threw it out. The moment the stone was thrown out, the person rushed out like a cheetah.

The stones fell to the ground and the mosquitoes scattered. Wang Fan, who was lying on the ground, was frightened and suddenly became shocked.

But when Wang Fan got up and stood firm, Lao Sun's elbow also hit his face.

Wang Fan groaned, a blood arrow spurted out of his nose, and his fat body leaned down and fell down.

Everything happened in the flash. When Chu Yu ran out of the grass, Lao Sun had already tied Wang Fan's hands with plastic ties.

Lao Sun lit a cigarette and laughed: "Notify the tactical support team to guard the outside world, and the target person has been controlled."

Chu Yu was slightly disappointed.

This fat man is too weak, is he solved so simply?

Chu Yu took out the walkie-talkie and explained it briefly for a few words, then focused his eyes on Wang Fan.

Looking at the bloody face of this fat man, shocked and afraid of the fat man, Chu Yu frowned slightly.

Would you make a mistake? Just like this fat man's cowardly appearance, he doesn't look like a person related to supernatural events.

Wang Fan's voice was a little crying, and he looked at Lao Sun in horror: "You, who are you... Why did you attack me?"

Lao Sun squatted on the ground, sprayed thick smoke at Wang Fan, and laughed: "It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is who you are?"

"My name is Wang Fan, Fei Fei Fan Commercial Group's legal person."

"I'm still playing tricks!" Old Sun snorted, pulling out a triangular edge from his back. The military stinger put it on Wang Fan's neck and said coldly: "I count three numbers, don't tell the truth, white knife comes in and red knife comes out."

Chu Yu behind him always felt something was wrong.

What Wang Fan showed was indeed fear, but those small eyes dodged a little, not because of guilty dodging, but because of some unknown reason.
To be continued...