Outside Yongning City, on a county-level highway leading to Xili County, a bus stopped on the roadside with double flashers.
Xue Yong stood under the car and saw the driver banging on it with a wrench. He asked irritably: "Hey, when will your car be able to drive?"
The driver choked angrily: "Can't you see the problem with the car? How can I tell you clearly when we can leave?"
Xue Yong himself is also a troublemaker. Normally, he would have quarreled with the driver. However, he was on his way home to collect the demolition payment. He was in a very bright mood and rarely controlled his temper: "No, you are so fierce."
What are you doing? I paid for the ticket, why don’t I ask what time I can arrive?”
The driver waved his hand: "I've already called the car repairman. If the car really can't move, another car will come to pick you up."
Xue Yong looked around and found a small village a few hundred meters away. He walked towards it and said, "I'm going to find a store nearby to buy a pack of cigarettes. If the car is repaired, please wait for me for a few minutes."
There was no road between the parking place and the village, only a small forest. Xue Yong stepped on the fallen leaves and walked dozens of meters away. Suddenly, a sturdy man wearing sunglasses appeared on both sides.
Although it was broad daylight at the moment, Xue Yong couldn't help but feel angry when he saw the other two staring at him, so he turned around and left.
As a result, someone appeared behind him again and blocked his way: "Are you Xue Yong?"
"I got the wrong guy!"
Xue Yong said a word and ran away.
The person behind him pulled out a Taser gun and pulled the trigger slowly and unhurriedly.
"call out!"
The two electrode darts dragged long wires, were ejected by the nitrogen-filled pneumatic clip, and hooked on Xue Yong.
"Crack crack crack!"
The electrode hits the target and continues to discharge rapidly.
In just one round, Xue Yong fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and begging: "Brother, who are you asking for the debt for? Don't worry, the money I owe will definitely be paid back. When I go home this time, it's
For the land expropriation money, as long as the money is received, the money I owe will definitely be paid back, you..."
"Bang!"
Another person kicked Xue Yong in the side of the face, causing him to fall into coma.
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At the same time, Mao Ziang's electric bike was almost smoking, and he was following a police car at a fast speed.
He was already certain that the people on the other side must be members of the Spiritual Religion Group. Their police cars were obviously modified by themselves, and the color of the original primer could still be seen on some edges.
Just when Mao Ziang felt that he was about to be thrown away, the police car left the main road, followed an alley on the side of the road, and turned into an inconspicuous warehouse. Several people in the car pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked in
Inside the warehouse.
The person guarding the warehouse door saw his teammates returning, raised his head and asked, "How are things going?"
The fake policeman leading the team patted his shoulder bag and said, "Don't worry, everything goes well. Where's the boss?"
The gatekeeper opened the side door: "I'll wait for you inside. Come with me."
Mao Ziang saw several people walking into the warehouse and quickly entered the yard.
"do not move!"
A male voice suddenly came from behind him, and the man hiding in the dark on guard pointed his gun at him: "What do you do?"
Mao Ziang didn't look back and raised his hands: "Brothers, you are from the Spiritual Religion Group, right? I followed you all the way from the shopping mall. Don't worry, I don't mean any harm. I just have something to talk to you about.
Let me meet the person in charge here, okay?"
When the secret whistle heard that his teammate had returned with a tail, he took out the handcuffs and walked over: "Stop talking nonsense, put your hands behind your back! Don't look back, or I'll shoot you to death!"
Mao Ziang had seen the ferocity of these people, so he did not cause a conflict, but cooperated very cooperatively by putting his arms behind his back and letting the other party handcuff him.
When Mao Ziang was brought into the warehouse, six people inside were sitting at a table talking. In front of them were piles of valuable watches and gold jewelry returned from the robbery.
The thug in police uniform saw Mao Ziang brought in by his teammates, raised his eyebrows and asked: "What's the situation? Why did you arrest someone and come back?"
The secret whistle threw the gun on Mao Ziang on the table: "You didn't bring the tail. This guy followed you all the way back to the place where the crime occurred."
"Hold!"
Upon hearing this, several people at the scene stood up and prepared to evacuate the warehouse.
Seeing this, Mao Ziang quickly explained: "Everyone, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not a policeman, and I don't have any ill intentions when I come here! Based on what you did today, if I am really an undercover agent or an agent,
, you have already been surrounded."
The fat man leading the team at the table looked Mao Ziang up and down: "Then who are you?"
Mao Ziang responded: "I'm just an ordinary person. I just admire the Spiritual Religion Group and want to join you. So after hearing about you, I rushed to the central business district and followed you to this place.
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"Worship the Spirit Cult?" The leader showed a contemptuous smile and waved his hand to the secret whistle: "Kill him."
"What?!"
Mao Ziang suspected that he had misheard the leader's order, and defended loudly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm really not from the police, I really want to join the Spiritual Religion! Give me a chance, I...
…”
"Haha, why do you think we are members of the Spiritual Religion?" In order to avoid making any noise, the secret whistle did not use a gun, but drew out his dagger: "You didn't even recognize the temple gate clearly, so you came up and kowtowed.
?Worship the wrong god, idiot!"
Mao Ziang was stunned again: "Aren't you from the Spiritual Religion Group?"
"The Spiritual Religion? Only a fool would believe in a mechanical god fabricated out of thin air, and risk doing those desperate things because of it!"
Anshao looked at Mao Ziang with disdain: "We joined the Spiritual Religion Group just to use these weaklings as cannon fodder and achieve our own goals while they are causing trouble. Since you admire the Spiritual Religion Group so much, then I will help you.
, let you go to hell to see the mechanical King of Hell!"
"Wait! I don't have to join the Spiritual Cult, I can also join you! I have something priceless, maybe you can be interested in it!"
Mao Ziang pointed to his trouser pocket with his chin: "I have a mobile phone without a card in my pocket, and there are several videos in it. If you really want to kill me, you can wait until you watch the video before you do it!"
When the leader heard Mao Ziang's explanation, he winked at his companions in doubt.
Mao Ziang and other leaders watched the video on their mobile phones and explained to him: "The people in this picture are all important members of the coalition government, and what I have in my hand is their confidential information, and every piece of it is enough."
If you pose a threat to them and use this thing to negotiate terms with them, it can bring huge benefits. If you are willing to cooperate with me, how about we all make a fortune together?"