The sound of the doorbell mixed with the rapid knocking on the door was like a dull drum beating in everyone's mind. Their nerves became tense and their expressions became tense.
Shalang jumped to the door and looked out through the peephole. His expression immediately became complicated: "Brother Cheng, she is an old woman, and there is this old man behind her, holding a rolling pin in her hand. She should be the resident opposite."
Tong Min frowned and asked, "Is there a mentally ill person living across from you?"
"It's Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang." Huang Xuqin said carefully.
"What are you doing here without sleeping in the middle of the night? Brother Cheng, do you want me to..." Sha Lang at the door made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"If I guessed correctly, 110 should have asked them from the opposite side to come over and verify the situation." Di Cheng signaled to Huang Xuqin's mother: "Send them away, don't let anything slip."
"Yes, yes." The guards untied the rope for her, and her mother nodded quickly, stood up, and straightened her clothes and hair.
"Don't play tricks, drag her daughter into the back room, everyone disperse." Di Cheng waved his hand, and everyone quickly hid, and Huang Xuqin and her father were brought inside.
"I don't play tricks. Please don't hurt them either." The mother begged a few times and hurried to the door. She straightened her appearance again and opened the door.
"Aunt Wang, it's so late...are you okay?" The mother rubbed her eyes and pretended to have just woken up. The danger of her husband and daughter made her abandon all pressure and give her best performance.
Grandma Wang poked her head inside and lowered her voice and whispered: "Is there anything going on at your house? You just called 110 and asked me to come over and take a look."
My mother wanted to rush over and call for help, but she felt the tip of the knife pressing against her body behind her. She quickly suppressed the impulse in her heart and pretended to be strange: "Something happened? What happened?"
The old man holding the rolling pin also poked his head in: "Is everything okay?"
The mother laughed and said: "Aunt Wang, what's wrong with you? Our family is fine, nothing really happened? Maybe 110 made a mistake."
"It's really okay?" Grandma Wang breathed a heavy sigh of relief and said, "It's okay. It's noisy outside tonight. Please be careful and secure the doors and windows. Okay, okay, you can rest, and we will go back to sleep.
Already."
"Aunt Wang, please slow down." Huang Xuqin's mother quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and Di Cheng and others behind the door also relaxed their nervousness.
But before he could breathe out, there was movement outside the door again.
"What's going on?" A sturdy man wearing a black leather jacket and leather trousers happened to come down from upstairs. His expression was cold and his eyes were fierce, which was intimidating.
"It's okay." Grandma Wang didn't seem to have a good impression of this kind of person, so she responded casually and took Grandpa Wang back home.
Huang Xuqin's mother forced herself to laugh a few times and quickly closed the door. However, just as the door was about to close, the man suddenly took a few steps forward and put his feet in the crack of the door.
Di Cheng and others, who were about to walk out of their hiding place, quickly returned and clung to the corner.
"What's wrong with you?" Mother asked carefully.
The man said nothing and slowly opened the door. The mother wanted to stop her, but the man pushed her open hard and glanced back and forth in the house with a ruthless look.
Di Cheng, who was behind the door, slowly clenched his fists and concentrated on sensing the movements of the man who was only a door away from him. The others also curled up as much as possible, held their breath, and clenched their weapons tightly, ready to take action at any time.
"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" The mother was also sweating in her heart. She should have hoped that this person could save her, but now she was inexplicably afraid that this person would find out the problem.
The man still didn't speak. He slowly raised his right foot and took a step forward. The leather shoes made a slight clicking sound when they touched the ground.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly solidified, almost freezing, and everyone's minds and bodies were tensed, like a prostrate cheetah that might suddenly attack and kill them at any time.
They didn't care about killing people, and they were confident enough to kill this person. But the problem was that they were only a few meters away from Yan Huafeng. The person at the door was most likely a security guard. If he went missing, he would probably be killed.
If you arouse the other party's alert, then your situation will be in trouble.
"Sir? Are you... okay?" Mother asked again.
The man's raised steps slowly came back, he turned to look at his mother, and said in a stiff voice: "How many people are there in your family?"
"Three."
"No guests coming tonight?"
"without"
"Lock the door." Hesitating again for a moment, the man looked deeply at his mother, then turned around and left without going any further. But after the door slammed shut, he felt something was wrong in his heart, and turned to look at Mo
I stood at the green security door for five minutes, and after making sure there was no unusual movement inside, I continued walking downstairs.
Di Cheng stood in front of the cat behind the door, looking at that person from beginning to end. It wasn't until the other person left and the voice-activated light in the corridor went out that he made a safe gesture to the rest of the people in the room.
Sha Lang and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but their minds were not completely relaxed. This time the infiltration was unexpected, the other party's vigilance was higher than expected, and no one dared to be careless again.
"Is that the person walking back and forth in the corridor during this time?" Di Cheng asked.
"There are many people, and the man just now was one of them." The mother quickly replied, and then asked carefully: "My daughter..."
"Bring them out and separate six people to keep an eye on them."
Huang Xuqin and his father were taken out of the back room and pushed to their mother's side. The family of three huddled in the corner, hugging each other tightly, their expressions still filled with fear and nervousness.
Di Cheng looked at them, took out a check from his arms, crossed one hundred thousand yuan, and placed it on the table: "None of you can go to work these days, just stay at home. This is a check for one hundred thousand yuan."
, it will be counted as compensation for disturbance and missed work, but the premise is that you will be honest and stop playing tricks."
One hundred thousand? Check? The three people's frightened expressions changed slightly. They glanced at the "note" on the table carefully. One hundred thousand yuan is not a small amount for their ordinary family. One hundred thousand yuan was suddenly placed in front of them.
, it would be a lie to say that they were not impressed, but they had never seen the check, and they did not believe that the group of people in front of them would be so kind, so after taking a few peeks, they thought that Di Cheng was deliberately playing tricks on them, so they didn't take it too seriously.
, still leaning closely.
Since the last chaos and power outage, there has been no unusual movement in the community. As the night gradually deepens, residents turn off their lights and go to bed one after another, and even the vigilant people no longer move around too much.
The community was quiet, and the Huang Xuqin family, which was completely opposite to the general environment, was also very peaceful. Di Cheng and others did not "scare" them anymore. The more than 20 people were divided into two parts, one part was responsible for guarding and guarding, and the other part lay down on the sofa.
Take the opportunity to rest.
The assassination is not urgent. You need to carefully observe and look for suitable opportunities, and try not to disturb the guard troops outside. Otherwise, if a riot is caused and the residents of the community are disturbed, the cost will be borne by yourself.
Di Cheng stood behind the dense branches and leaves of the bonsai tree on the window sill, standing quietly and concentrating on feeling the movement outside, especially the rooms upstairs, not just the sixth floor where Yan Huafeng was.
What he was more concerned about was the few dark shadows before.
"Master, what are your orders?" In the east door on the sixth floor, the ghostly Ma Wu quietly appeared in front of Yan Huafeng's bed. Under the yellowing bedside lamp, his thin and hunched figure looked even more eerie.
Horrible, like a skinny zombie suddenly stuck here.
It's just that this old man, who is enough to make ordinary people scream in fear, makes Yan Huafeng, who wakes up from a nightmare, feel safer than ever before. And...
In just a few months, the once fierce Tiger Lord lost two full pounds, looked haggard, and no longer had the grace and magnanimity of the past. At first glance, his appearance was no better.
"Uncle Ma, aren't you asleep yet?" Yan Huafeng rubbed his sore and swollen temples vigorously and breathed out weakly.
"Master, sleep peacefully, I will always stay by your side." Ma Wu's face was dry and dull, and his expression was always so gloomy, but the loyalty and care in his words made Yan Huafeng feel...
Sore nose.
Yan Huafeng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Sleep, how can I sleep in this situation? Tianmen and Black Dragon are planning how to swallow me."
"There is no unstoppable road, and the soldiers will stop the water and the earth will cover it up. I have already made contact with the Tiandihui and other gangs..."
Yan Huafeng waved his hand to interrupt, lifted up the quilt and got off the bed: "No need to put your hope in them. If it was in the past, it might have been possible, but now... they no longer have hope in me, so sending money can only be
It's nothing. Those people are staring at Tianmen and Black Dragon eagerly, expecting both sides to lose, and then attack them in groups. How can they care about us?"
Ma Wu stopped talking and stood there like a zombie. Yan Huafeng was right, the boss of the Tiandihui Gang would never pay attention to the Tiger Gang, a tiger that was already scarred and on the verge of death, at this juncture, even if he kept pretending
The contact is, at best, an attempt to defraud a small amount of money.
After a moment of silence, Yan Huafeng, who was lying on the balcony, said, "It seemed like there was a mess downstairs just now. What happened?"
"It's not clear yet. The people below are working hard to investigate. But according to my guess, the situation is a bit abnormal. It should be a sign that some people are preparing to sneak in. As for whether it will be successful or not, it is not clear yet."
"Some people?" Yan Huafeng's small eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "You suspect..."
"It's either Tianmen or the Black Dragon Gang. I prefer the Black Dragon."
"The reason?"
"There is reliable news that the leader of the Black Dragon Gang is back!"
"Chen Zun?" Yan Huafeng's expression finally changed. Even though the blow during this period had been severe enough, he still couldn't hide the shock in his heart.
"Chen Zun is back, and his forbidden Dragon Slave team should have also left Shan D's lair."
Yan Huafeng closed his eyes to hide the despair in them.
Chen Zun...Chen Zun...he is back too...
Do you really want to destroy me, Yan Huafeng? Father...Father...help me, help me...
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