Zhuo Li is an old classmate of Zhou Wen. He is a famous private entrepreneur in Jiangbei and a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. He owns Huaqing Entertainment Complex, Huaqing Real Estate Development Company and other companies. He has a net worth of over 100 million and is equally good at black and white. He is to Zhou Wen just like Hei Lin is to him.
Like Liu Fei, he is an indispensable private support.
In the afternoon of that day, three vehicles drove over from Jiangbei. Zhuo Li personally led the team and put a sack of cash in the Hummer compartment. In the evening, he took a fancy to a guest house that was on the verge of bankruptcy on the outskirts of the city. It took half an hour to negotiate the price and the price was agreed on the spot.
Under the cash payment tray, a large group of people set up camp.
Zhuo Li brought six people with him. There were no scumbags from the local gangsters. They were all heroes who had retired from the army. They carried equipment in the car, including plexiglass riot shields, rubber batons, stun guns, Taser guns, baseball bats, fire axes, and guns.
There is one, but it would cause trouble if I didn't use it, so I didn't bring it.
These people are all employees of the company. They are now the vanguard of the Huaqing Group's Omi office. In fact, they are here specifically to protect Zhou Wen. Zhuo Li divides them into three groups. The first group and the second group are responsible for Zhou Wen's operations outside.
Security, the third group is the support group, responsible for logistics and communications, as well as technical defense.
In addition, Zhou Wen also started to take action. He transferred a driver from Jiangbei. The young man's name was Lin Hao. He served as a soldier in the anti-aircraft artillery brigade and later joined the militia camp of Chenguang Machinery Factory. He was mature, prudent and skilled. The driver was not important to the leader.
More than a secretary, a reliable driver is a must.
Zhuo Li and Zhou Wen met, and Boss Zhuo said proudly: "Old classmate, no matter where you are an official, I will protect you. I can't help you in the officialdom game, but those who are playing dirty tricks, playing dirty,
Looking at the whole country, no one is our opponent.”
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Zhou Wen's team is also taking action. Through Ding Guanchen's relationship, he transferred the former editor-in-chief of Jiangbei Daily to Huaijiang Daily, the provincial party committee's official newspaper, as deputy editor-in-chief, and assigned Baina to Jiangdong Provincial Television Station. These two units
They are both important positions for propaganda, and they are provincial units. Although Liu Fei is the secretary of the municipal party committee, he is beyond his reach.
The public security office has no manpower for the time being. Sun Jihai, Zhou Wen's direct descendant, is doing very well in the Jiangbei City Bureau. This office has transferred him to Omi to work. He may not be of use. It is better to stay in his hometown.
Lin Hao encountered trouble with his job transfer. The director of the municipal government office was also Liu Fei's, and he deliberately interfered with it. Although it would not cause actual trouble, it was very disgusting. Zhou Wen wanted to deal with him, but this person's uncle was a member of the Provincial Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference.
Vice Chairman, it depends on the owner when beating a dog, so he can only tolerate it for the time being.
On the weekend, Zhou Wen's mother took her grandson Zhou Borui to the provincial capital to play. Zhou Wen took a private car driven by Lin Hao to pick him up at the high-speed rail station. He would not make the mistake of using a public car for personal use, and Lin Hao's transfer procedures were not that fast.
Done well, so there is nothing for people to grab the pigtails.
As soon as the car drove out of the municipal government dormitory, Lin Hao spotted the pursuer, and there was a Passat following him in the rearview mirror.
"Mayor Zhou, do you want to get rid of them?" Lin Hao asked.
Zhou Wen smiled lightly and said, "No, let them go."
Following Zhou Wen were young people from the underground flight office. Yun Dong, who was on a mission, and another brother with good driving skills followed closely. Yun Dong was sitting in the co-pilot seat, with a pocket telescope and a long gun on his knees.
The Jiao Nikon camera is boring. Mayor Zhou goes deep and simple, and can't catch anything. It's very boring.
He didn't notice that the mantis was chasing the cicada and the oriole was behind him, and two cars were following him alternately.
Mayor Zhou's car parked at the high-speed rail station, apparently coming to pick someone up. Yun Dong cheered up and picked up the telephoto camera from a distance. He watched Zhou Wen wave to the exit and pressed the button.
Shutter, click, click, take continuous shots.
Suddenly, a series of white lights came, and Yun Dong felt a strong burning sensation in the eye staring at the viewfinder. Everything he looked at was pale, just like staring at the scorching sun for a minute at noon in summer.
"My eyes!" Yundong screamed, and the camera came out of his hand. Fortunately, his left eye was closed and unharmed. He stumbled back to the car, and his companion asked with concern: "What's going on?"
"I've been infected. Go to the hospital. Hurry." Yundong whispered, sweating profusely. He understood. He is a mayor. You can follow him if you want, and take pictures if you want. The other party will take pictures.
Without countermeasures, it is still unclear what the magical thing is.
The tracking mission was interrupted, and Yun Dong was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. After examination, the doctor asked him: "Did you see someone was welding? You suffered from strong light burns, but it is not serious. You will be able to see clearly after a while."
Yundong was relieved. He thought he would go blind in his right eye.
Heizi heard the news and rushed to the hospital to visit Yundong. After hearing what he said about the situation, his expression became serious: "The other party may have used a laser dazzler."
Yun Dong's eyes were covered with gauze. He didn't look like a tough one-eyed pirate captain, but like an unlucky wounded soldier of the Kuomintang. He wondered: "How come they have such high-end weapons."
Heizi said: "I used this thing when I was in the Armed Police Special Forces. It is a non-lethal weapon and is very effective in suppressing riots. Jiangbei Heavy Industry Group is a military industry company. I heard that there are many high-tech projects under development. Zhou Wen wants to get some from the factory.
A test subject is not a piece of cake. In the future, we must strengthen our vigilance, pay attention to safety, and protect ourselves first before we can effectively attack the enemy. Comrades, this is a war."
Everyone's expressions became solemn, and the situation became more and more serious, but the more difficult the enemy was, the more motivated they were to fight. Yun Dong said word by word: "Okay, since they showed their swords first, we will also show our swords."
Heizi patted Yundong on the shoulder to show encouragement. In fact, it was not Liu Fei's instruction to follow Zhou Wen in private. As a deputy provincial-level leading cadre, he disdained the use of low-level means under the table, but Heizi raised a group of people.
If he doesn't do something, he won't be able to demonstrate the need for his existence, so he would rather make things bigger, and the bigger the better.
The underground flying office continued the operation and expanded the scope of surveillance to include people around Zhou Wen, especially Baina. Heizi specially sent four people to keep an eye on her. He also rented a house opposite Baina's home and borrowed it from the National Security Bureau.
Monitors and high-magnification telescopes with tripods were brought in to monitor day and night.
There were two young people living in the rental house. They were responsible for the surveillance work during the day shift. Baina liked to sleep in and didn't get up yet at 12 noon. The two of them played poker out of boredom and ordered takeout for lunch. They had stir-fried beef from a nearby restaurant.
The river tasted very good and the price was cheap, but neither of them had a bad appetite, so they just took a few bites and put it down.
In the afternoon, Baina got up and dressed up in the bedroom. She was wearing pajamas as thin as cicada wings, and her curves were vaguely visible.
"This girl has a flat front and a flat back. She can do anything she wants. Why do you think an official would like her?" said a staff member from the aviation office.
When there was no response, he turned around and saw that his companion looked very sad, with sweat oozing out from his forehead. He was breathing heavily. He paused for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled the garbage basket over, lowered his head and vomited wildly.
"What's wrong with you?" He hurried forward to check. Suddenly he felt his stomach was churning, and he vomited. Even the food he ate was acidic, and he vomited all over his companion's face.
Ten minutes later, the support staff arrived and sent the two people to the hospital for examination. At the same time, the leftover dry-fried beef river was sent to the relevant departments for testing.
The doctor couldn't find anything wrong. They were two lively young men with good appetites and good health. There was nothing wrong with them. There was no problem with the fried beef river. So there was only one possibility. The other party had adopted mysterious countermeasures.
Heizi also couldn't figure out what secret weapon the opponent used. This kind of dirty technical method only aroused his competitive spirit, so he personally went into battle and took command.
The opportunity came as expected. According to the information sent back from the scene, Zhou Wen drove out by himself, and Baina also drove out with his daughter. Needless to say, the family must have secretly reunited.
"Keep an eye on them all, victory or defeat depends on this." Heizi was extremely excited.
Heizi personally led the team to follow. Baina was driving a Jimny. She was very slow and could not lose track of her. When waiting for the red light at the intersection, Heizi saw a van on both sides of the Passat he was riding in. He didn't notice anything strange.
Jimny stared at the intersection.
Suddenly, the vans on both sides stepped on the accelerator and moved forward at the same time, tightly sandwiching the Passat. The back door opened, and several tough men quickly got out of the car and smashed the Passat's windows with window hammers. The glass shattered and someone jumped on.
He opened the hood, and the black hole of the submachine gun was aimed at Heizi.
Heizi was shocked and subconsciously reached out to draw his gun, but nothing happened. He was no longer the security chief and would not normally carry a gun.
"Don't move, police!" The screams continued. Heizi slowly raised his hands. He was pulled out of the car and pushed to the ground. Three or four feet stepped on him, and his arms were twisted to his back and cuffed.
"Open your fucking eyes and see clearly, I'm Heisen." Heizi shouted viciously, his face pressed against the hot asphalt road.
No one paid any attention to him. The gears of the handcuffs were locked deeper and cut into his flesh. His body was turned over, and his cell phone and dagger were turned out and thrown aside.
The light turned green, and the Jimny sped off. The cars behind it all stayed put. The drivers got out of the car and watched the police arresting people with relish.
The Passat's trunk was opened, and Heizi saw from the corner of his eye that the police pulled out a transparent plastic bag filled with white crystals that looked like MSG.
Heizi was hooded and taken to the anti-narcotics detachment. Deputy detachment leader Geng Zhi interrogated him in person. Without saying a word, Heizi threw the bag of white crystals in front of Heisen.
"This is a frame-up, a frame-up." Heizi said calmly.
"It has your fingerprints on it." Gengzhi said.
"That doesn't mean anything." Heizi twisted his neck, "Who am I? Do I deserve to be involved in skating?"
Geng Zhi sneered, walked over, stared into Heizi's eyes, and said softly: "Li Feng is selling drugs, you dare to say you don't know, I remind you, the case is not over yet, many people are thinking about you."
Heizi broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that he had fallen into a trap, and the trap was quite deep. In order to frame him, the other party spent a lot of money. This bag of methamphetamine could be sold for at least 100,000 yuan on the market.
Fifty grams of drug trafficking is enough to kill him. This bag of goods is enough to kill him for ten minutes.