In the absence of anyone who knew Xu Le's whereabouts, he used clumsy methods to find people from the Toyosaki Group to check them one by one, but his efficiency was not much higher than others.
Instead of wandering around the places where Xu Le might hang out every day with nothing to do, it would be better to find something else to do first and wait for news from Li Yongming.
After thinking about it, Ai Liang decided to accept the commission.
As a hermit, you don't have much money in your pocket, so you should just make some extra money.
"Okay, I'll do it. Tell me who the client is."
"He's quite famous. Do you know Zhang Hui?"
Ai Liang said nothing.
"It seems that he doesn't know him, so let me briefly introduce him. He used to be a professional racing driver in Echinacea City and won many competition awards. However, he seemed to have offended someone and fled to Nevada City to avoid the limelight. In the past few years,
With his excellent driving skills, he has gained a lot of fame by running black cars for people."
Mr. M called up Zhang Hui's number and sent it to Ai Liang's mobile phone: "Let me tell you, Zhang Hui has made a lot of connections with his driving skills, both black and white. Since he didn't use his connections to solve the problem, and
If you choose to hire outsiders to help, it’s probably because you took an order that cannot be made public and then messed up and want to resolve it privately.”
"In addition, the reward given is 50,000 yuan. That's all I know. The rest is up to you to ask him in person."
Mr. M reported an address. It was a bit out of the way, but not too far.
After getting the client's contact information, Ai Liang hung up the phone, returned to the driver's seat with Yu Wen still in his arms, and drove towards his destination.
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"This place is really remote. It's even better than that old garage."
Looking at the rusty and locked gate in front of him, Ai Liang turned the steering wheel and looked for other entrances to the abandoned industrial park.
Not long after driving, a pickup truck with high-beam headlights came towards me.
The sudden bright light made Ai Liang subconsciously squint his eyes, but his eyeballs instantly adapted to the dazzling light, reducing the impact of the high beam.
A man in his early sixties took the opportunity to get out of the driver's seat and used the car door as a cover to shout at Ai Liang.
"Who are you?"
Ai Liang stepped out of the car, and his hearing, which was far beyond ordinary people's, clearly caught the man's rapid heartbeat.
and the click of the opponent opening the pistol safety.
Ai Liang did not intend to cause any trouble and directly revealed his identity: "My name is Hermit. I was introduced by M. I just contacted you. Are you Zhang Hui?"
"Damn, I took over so quickly..."
Zhang Hui muttered something in a low voice, and the muzzle of the gun pointed at Ai Liang slowly lowered from behind the car door.
"Ahem, it's me. This is not the place to talk. Come with me. By the way, are you alone?"
Finally, half of his body got into the driver's seat and he popped up and added: "Don't think too much, it's not convenient for too many people to know about this. I don't mean to target you."
Zhang Hui drove the pickup truck and slowly turned around, ensuring that Ai Liang was within his sight the whole time.
"Follow up."
Ai Liang followed the pickup truck around to the unloading warehouse on the other side of the industrial park.
After getting out of the car, Zhang Hui shined a flashlight on the side door and signaled Ai Liang to wait there first. After Ai Liang stood still, he bent down and pulled out the car key and walked towards Ai Liang.
Ai Liang shrugged, not minding Zhang Hui's careful movements.
If you were trying to make a living in the gray area of Nehua City without even this little bit of caution and vigilance, you would have been wiped out long ago.
But before Zhang Hui could reach the door, Ai Liang caught the sound of footsteps approaching quickly inside the door.
The creaking, decaying door edge made a tooth-staining sound.
The door opened from the inside.
"Fuck, you're finally back!"
"Why panic? I've only been out for about ten minutes."
"Damn, this place is already spooky. If you don't share a room with a dead man lying in a coffin, of course you won't panic!"
With his companions taking care of each other, Zhang Hui obviously relaxed a lot.
He turned around and introduced to both parties: "This is my cousin, Zhang Hao. This is the helper I invited. He is the fierce man who has been rumored on the road recently."
Zhang Hao nodded to Ai Liang as a greeting, but soon looked at Zhang Hui with a worried look on his face.
"We don't care about this matter in the first place. You are not planning to fight with others..."
"Fire with a hammer! This is insurance, do you understand insurance? If someone really detains me, do I expect you to rescue me?"
"But the person died here after all. Do you really think those people will listen to your explanation and let you go?"
"Then what do you think we should do? Just delay it for a day, and then run away when we can no longer hide it? Come on, that's the one who is really determined to die. You can't hide from other people's killers no matter where you go."
Seeing that the dispute between the two brothers was about to escalate, Ai Liang, who was still confused, took a step forward to separate the two.
"Instead of arguing here, why don't you go in and tell me what's going on?"
Upon hearing Ai Liang's question, the two of them looked away and fell into silence.
"Don't tell me I'm leaving."
It's true that Ai Liang wants to make some extra money, but that doesn't mean he's willing to act like a gunman for others.
If you are not willing to explain the contents of the entrustment even when you are at the door, then there is no need to explain.
"Hey! Brother! Wait a minute, don't leave!"
Zhang Hui grabbed Ai Liang's arm and was staggered: "It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's mainly because it's a bit complicated to talk about. Let's go inside first and I'll explain it to you slowly."
Passing through the side door of the warehouse, Zhang Hui led Ai Liang straight towards a building that resembled an office building.
The leaves and black mud accumulated on the ground and the moss on the walls indicate that this place must have been abandoned for more than two or three years.
Surprisingly, the office building still has electricity.
Even if there are curtains and wooden boards to cover it, there will still be a faint light shining on the ground through the gaps.
"There is a small diesel generator here that is about to be scrapped. It has just been repaired and it can still be used for a while."
Zhang Hao, who was relatively honest and honest, seemed to have noticed Ai Liang's doubts and took the initiative to explain.
“The car’s power supply is not enough?”
"This... you'll know when you go in." Zhang Hao hesitated.
Opening the door, the subtle hum of electrical appliances running was particularly clear in the empty conference hall.
"The car's power supply is generally sufficient, but...we have a big electricity consumer here."
Zhang Hui stepped forward and tapped the coffin lid with his index finger: "It's a hot day and the temperature is high. I'm afraid this guy will die too quickly, so I rented an ice coffin to freeze him first."
"Is he the reason you hired me?"
Ai Liang looked at the brown-haired man in the ice coffin and said, "Kill people for fear of retaliation, and then pay for thugs to help."
"No, we didn't kill him!"
Zhang Hao quickly explained: "He played himself to death!"
Ai Liang glanced at Zhang Hao and then turned his attention to Zhang Hui.
The latter struggled for a long time as if he was constipated, and finally explained.
"This matter is a bit complicated to explain. To put it simply, I recently took on a business. The content was to pick up a person and take him to a safe place to hide him. The guy inside was... and you saw the result."