Chapter 552 It’s really fun (please vote for me!)

"Uncle, when we meet next time, don't be so depressed again, Fighting!"

As he was about to reach the door, Quan Shangying waved his fist in encouragement.

"Jingle Bell……"

The bell rang.

Two steps away from the door, An Zairong stopped and took out his cell phone.

"Boss, Cui Zaiye has disappeared recently."

"What does missing mean?"

"... He seems to have disappeared. It is said that his men are also looking for him."

The voice on the phone was ambiguous.

An Zairong glanced at the apartment door that was just around the corner and said, "I got it."

He put down his mobile phone and did not go out again. Instead, he walked to the window and looked out vaguely. Then, he looked at the electronic clock on the wall.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Quan Shangying was baffled.

An Zairong ignored it, observed through the window for a while, and said calmly: "No matter what happens later, don't come out."

Quan Shangying didn't know why, and his face was filled with questions.

An Zairong, who had always been pretending to be a ghost, did not explain and hid by the window. The sunset that filtered in made his eyes glow dimly.

then.

As if he had made a decision, he walked to the door, pulled the door handle, and walked out calmly. Just when Quan Shangying was about to follow, the door was quickly slammed shut with a "bang".

"Yasi!"

Quan Shangying, who was almost hit on the nose, hurriedly took a few steps back and looked at the closed door, indignantly.

"Ignorant guy, go away by yourself, I won't send you away!"

An Zairong, who went out alone, did not look around nervously, walked through the corridor in a swagger, and took the elevator downstairs in a grand manner.

Downstairs in the apartment.

Four cars have stopped.

"Prosecutor Che, that little gangster said there is someone else in the house. If An Zairong takes her as a hostage..."

The assistant's concerns are not unreasonable.

Che Changmin didn't respond, picked up the walkie-talkie, "Get out of the car and block all entrances and exits of the apartment building."

"Bang bang bang..."

The car door opens.

Most of the prosecutors who had followed Cha Changmin from Seoul quickly got out of the car, looked stern, and dispersed silently as they carried out the orders with tacit cooperation and division of labor.

In fact, there are not many entrances and exits in this apartment building, only two. Apart from the escape route, there is only one main entrance.

The prosecutors, who were on full alert, formed a team of five, and guarded the two entrances and exits. Although they did not flash their weapons, they always had their hands on the holsters on their waists.

Che Changmin raised his head, looked through the windshield in the direction of the sixth floor, and then made a gesture to open the door and get out of the car.

"Prosecutor Cha, you can't go down, it's too dangerous."

Assistant nervous reminder.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Although the little gangster said that An Zairong was just a person and had no helpers, he still had to be cautious when dealing with such a murderous and moody lunatic.

Moreover, today is different from the past. No one knows whether An Zairong will jump over the wall in a hurry.

"Prosecutor Che, let's go, you will stay in the car."

"I am white and he is black. There is no reason for white people to be afraid of black people."

Despite the assistant's kind reminder, Cha Changmin insisted on getting out of the car.

But at this moment, before the prosecutors who were ready to go rushed upstairs, in the hazy light of the setting sun, a figure gradually appeared in the main entrance of the apartment building.

Che Changmin paused and looked through the windshield.

The man walked out of the building.

It is Anzai Rong.

The assistant's breathing was stagnant. Even if the other person was indeed alone, he still couldn't help but feel strong psychological pressure.

The five prosecutors who were guarding the main entrance were also stunned. They did not expect the target to show up, but they quickly reacted and immediately took out their weapons to surround him.

"An Zairong, we suspect that you are related to an intentional homicide case. Come back with us and accept investigation!"

An Zairong had no intense emotional reaction, not even a hint of panic. He stood calmly on the spot facing several dark muzzles of gunfire.

“Where’s prosecutor Cha Changmin?”

Even though the situation was under control, several prosecutors did not dare to take it lightly. They stared at the notorious criminal leader with guns and did not dare to relax at all.

"We'll see you when you come back with us."

One person reached behind his waist, intending to take out the handcuffs.

"Crack."

The car door opens.

Che Changmin got off the car.

When An Zairong looked at him, he didn't feel hopeless. Instead, he smiled slightly.

"Prosecutor Cha, we meet again."

"I'm sorry to meet Mr. An in this way."

Cha Changmin approached calmly and calmly.

"An Zairong has shown up. Gather at the main entrance!"

The assistant called hurriedly with the walkie-talkie, and then hurriedly followed the car.

"Mr. An, come with us."

The circle is loosened.

Cha Changmin stopped.

An Zairong looked at him for a while, then sighed.

"Prosecutor Cha is really awesome."

Che Changmin was neither arrogant nor impatient, "Fortunately, it wasn't too late."

An Zairong smiled.

"Yes, if it had been a little late, Prosecutor Cha might have made his trip in vain."

"I don't think so. It's just that the location is different. Mr. An, justice may be late, but it will never be absent."

Eyes facing each other.

An Zairong's smile became even brighter.

"Justice will be late but will never be absent. That's so well said."

Cha Changmin's expression was dull.

"Mr. An, please."

An Zairong didn't resist at all, and even raised his hands in cooperation.

"Prosecutor Cha, I really hope that I can sit down and have a good chat with you. I wonder if there is such an opportunity."

This may sound a little strange.

Che Changmin frowned slightly, and for some reason, he suddenly had an unknown premonition.

The prosecutor took out the handcuffs and stepped forward, about to arrest the heinous criminal leader.

A "whoosh" sound.

The sudden explosion of flesh and blood splashed all over the faces of these prosecutors!

Everyone was a little confused.

"ah!!!"

Heart-rending screams suddenly sounded, piercing the peace of the dusk.

A bloody severed arm clattered to the ground, still holding the handcuffs.
To be continued...