Chapter 387 Shirley Yang leaves

Author: Xiangdongxiangdong

Chapter 387 Shirley Yang leaves

The dusk is overflowing, and the clouds are about to fall.

In the dense forest, an ant waved its mandible and bravely charged towards the enemy in front.

The enemy was an ant with a different smell. Not to be outdone, the enemy rushed over with his big jaw.

The four large jaws were intertwined like lightning and flint. Although they didn't make the slightest sound, from the way the two ants regarded death as if they were at home, it could be seen that this was a life-and-death war.

Moving his eyes, around the two ants, there were two more, another four, and countless other ants fighting fiercely at the same time.

The ants use their jaws, teeth, and any available body parts to fight to the death with their enemies.

For a time, the land as big as a palm became a battlefield for killings. The breeze blew by, and the corpses of countless ants floated in the wind.

The sunset on the horizon was gradually fading, but the ant army had no intention of stopping, and the fierce charge continued.

Until, in the center of the battlefield, the piece of White Rabbit toffee was picked up by a big hand.

The ants, who were fighting to the death, stopped at the same time. If there were experts here who knew the expressions of ants, they would definitely be able to see that millions of ants have only one expression - blankness.

"Brother Weidong, why are you wasting so much? This is White Rabbit toffee."

The little policeman turned over, picked up the toffee, peeled off the half-open candy wrapper, stuffed it into his mouth, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Next to him, a dozen heavily armed soldiers were crawling in the pit, looking wary.

Seeing the young policeman's expression of enjoyment, Li Weidong yawned and lay back in the pit, staring blankly at a small courtyard not far away.

A small yard is no different from an ordinary farmyard.

A small house made of clay, with a courtyard wall made of mud. There is a crooked drainage pipe outside the courtyard wall. There is a crooked jujube tree next to the ditch. The shadow of the jujube tree is shrouded in a broken wooden door with a

General Iron guards the door.

This yard is the hiding place of the antique dealer.

A while ago, Siheyuan Street launched an investigation operation in the capital based on the portrait drawn by Ding Qiunan.

With the help of the street office officers and Aunt Chaoyang, the suspect was quickly identified.

The suspect's name is Feng Yunqing, a gentle name that does not match the portrait. It may be a fake name.

Feng Yuanqing was in his fifties. He came to the capital more than ten years ago to escape famine, and was resettled by the street office and lived in this dilapidated house on the outskirts of the city.

According to the records of the subdistrict office, Feng Yunqing has no father or mother, is not married, and has no children. He usually makes a living by working as a temporary worker.

He is an honest man and usually obeys the law. The street office even introduced him to a partner, but he rejected him.

After identifying the suspect, the street police station immediately launched operations.

Li Weidong happened to be doing business at the police station today and bumped into a small policeman, so he was arrested.

Li Weidong was very willing to assist the police station, but he didn't expect that they would lie in wait here from nine o'clock in the morning until it was almost dark, and Feng Yunqing had not returned yet.

It is not a good job to squat in the dense forest. There are countless small animals here, and they like to hide in warm caves.

Li Weidong didn't notice it at first and almost got hit by it, shaking off a centipede from his trouser leg.

Finally, I followed the soldiers and tied my trousers, and then I calmed down.

While I was thinking wildly, I heard footsteps in the distance. I followed the sound and saw a burly man walking over from a distance carrying a pole.

Although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, Li Weidong could still conclude that this man was Feng Yunqing based on his height and body shape.

When Feng Yuanqing walked to the door, he did not open the door directly. Instead, he put down his burden, stretched, and looked around in the distance.

It's a pity that Li Weidong and the others were hiding in the dense forest at this time. The light inside was dim. Even if they were standing and dancing, Feng Yuanqing couldn't see it, let alone that they had done a good job of concealment.

Feng Yuanqing didn't seem to notice anything unusual, so he took out a key from his pocket, opened the courtyard door, and walked in.

As the courtyard door closed, the small policeman stood up and rushed forward with the soldiers.

Li Weidong followed behind with his hands behind his back.

Criminals like Feng Yuanqing who may have received professional training and are armed must still be dealt with by comrades in the army.

Like tigers descending from the mountain, the soldiers jumped up the wall and jumped in.

The police officer Xiaopian, along with his comrades from the police station, kicked open the door and broke in from the front.

There was a burst of exclamation, a few crisp gunshots, and then fell into silence, like the radio's batteries were unplugged.

Li Weidong is not worried about the abilities of comrades in the army. Most of them have come from the battlefield. It should not be a problem to deal with such people.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the sound of trivial footsteps broke the silence.

The small policeman led the people out,

"Brother Wei Dong, yes, it is Feng Yunqing. This guy actually has a bastard box hidden in his pocket."

"No one was hurt, right?"

"No!" the young police officer smiled proudly: "With this guy's shooting skills, it's enough to scare people."

Having said that, Li Weidong can also imagine the danger involved.

At this time, Feng Yunqing had been escorted out by his comrades from the police station. Blood was flowing down his arm and scattered on the loess, stirring up little bits of dust.

"Feng Yuanqing, tell me honestly, who are you?" The police officer stepped forward and grabbed Feng Yuanqing's collar tightly.

Feng Yuanqing lowered his head and let the bright red flow down his fingertips without saying a word.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost consciousness.

Oops, this guy is professionally trained.

The little police officer frowned.

Now that Feng Yunqing has been caught, the key is to verify whether this person is the person who traded with Huang Zhongcheng in the pigeon market.

In order not to disturb the Liu family, Huang Zhongcheng was still working in the machinery factory at this time.

If you want to find him to identify him, you can only wait until night.

However, it's too late.

If Feng Yunqing really had some shady dealings with the Liu family, he should take action against the Liu family directly now.

Otherwise, it would be easy to alert the enemy.

The Liu family is now the turtle in the urn. What they have to do is to maximize the results of the battle and catch all these people in one fell swoop.

However, looking at Feng Yunqing's appearance, he did not look like the kind of person who would give in easily.

This is troublesome.

Thinking of this, the policeman couldn't help but look at Li Weidong.

He doesn't even realize it now. When encountering difficulties, the first thing he thinks of is Li Weidong.

Li Weidong was also confused at this time. He was good at solving cases, but he was a layman in interrogating people.

What's more, it's someone who has received professional training.

but

Li Weidong turned around and looked around.

Although the small courtyard is located in a remote place, such a loud movement will inevitably disturb the nearby residents.

When the residents saw the soldiers doing business, they all came over to watch the fun.

"Tsk, isn't this Feng Yunqing? He is an honest man, why was he caught?"

"Honest Man? Do you think this formation looks like it is against Honest Man? This person must be a bad element hiding deep in the depths."

The words "bad guy" stirred up a wave of waves, and the faces of the residents who were watching all had angry looks on their faces. They clenched their fists tightly, eager to step forward and teach Feng Yunqing a lesson.

Seeing this scene, Li Weidong seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and walked to the small policeman and said with a smile: "We might as well expose his crime in public and hand him over to these residents."

"Hand it over." The police officer looked stunned, but when he saw Feng Yunqing suddenly trembling all over, he immediately understood Li Weidong's intention.

There are some things that the police and soldiers can't do, but the residents can't do that much.

"Comrade Weidong, you are right. People like Feng Yunqing should be punished by the residents."

With that said, he stepped forward and read out Feng Yunqing's crime loudly.

A voice came from behind.

"Inform me, I will explain, I will explain everything."

The police officer turned around and saw that Feng Yunqing had collapsed on the ground with a gloomy face, and he felt calm in his heart.

He turned around and gave Li Weidong a thumbs up.

Li Weidong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, fully accepting this compliment.

After Feng Yunqing's psychological defense was broken, he quickly explained the entire incident.
To be continued...