Ling Anxiu's shout not only made Susu and the others stop their movements, but also made Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang look over.
Ling Anxiu saw everyone looking at her, took a deep breath, pointed her finger at Zhan Hu on the monitor and said:
"Zhan Hu seems to be reckless, but in fact there is a subtlety in his roughness."
"Whether it's being riddled with dozens of mines, detonating a heart-to-heart connection, or three vehicles blocking the door."
"This all shows Zhanhu's impressive skills."
"This also shows that he will not put all his eggs in the same basket easily."
"The eight criminals who broke into Ling's house, including himself, were probably just his chess pieces."
"There must be spies outside who are secretly watching what's going on in Ling's house."
"This can be judged from the fact that three Humvees blocked the exit and four peripheral surveillance probes failed."
"Zhan Hu doesn't want us to spy on the surrounding situation."
"If there is a fight, the spies must be killed together, otherwise they are likely to detonate it remotely."
Ling Anxiu showed a trace of worry: "This is Zhan Hu's last trump card."
Ling Guojiang and Ye Fan turned their heads to look at Ling Anxiu, with approval on their faces.
Obviously Ling Anxiu's analysis makes sense.
Susu quickly took out her cell phone and made a call.
After a while, Su Su spoke to Ling Guojiang and Ye Fan:
"The sniper on the rooftop spied a BMW hidden under a big tree on the side of the main road leading to the house."
"The car was motionless, but the thermal imaging showed there were two people inside, as well as some equipment."
She added: "Miss Ling's judgment is probably correct."
Ling Guojiang looked at Ling Anxiu with approval: "She is indeed my genius granddaughter."
Then he said calmly: "Once we break up, the people in this car must also die."
"Grandpa, thank you!"
Ling Anxiu stared at the monitor and smiled bitterly: "It's just that they are blocking the exit of the house now, so the deaf old man and the others can't get out to kill the spy."
Su Su looked hesitant: "I'll arrange for a sniper to give it a try..."
"The distance is too far, and the big trees block the line of sight, making it difficult for snipers to act. It might be counterproductive."
Ye Fan glanced at the monitor: "Peripheral spies, let me make arrangements."
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Dugu Shang.
Afterwards, Ye Fan pushed Ling Guojiang's wheelchair to the lobby on the first floor.
In the middle of the large and luxurious hall, Zhan Hu was the only one sitting carefree, with four companions standing behind him who were armed with live ammunition.
They also all had explosives hanging on their bodies and a remote control in their hands.
Zhan Hu and the others did not drink a drop of the tea brought by the servants.
Be very cautious.
Ling's bodyguards and nephews all leaned against the surrounding walls, holding shields and weapons to maintain their final dignity.
Seeing Ling Guojiang and Ye Fan appear, more than a dozen Ling's bodyguards held shields to protect them.
Ling Guojiang waved his hand and told them all to get out.
Then, he took Ye Fan directly to Zhan Hu.
"Old man, long time no see."
Seeing Ling Guojiang appear, Zhan Hu immediately laughed and put down his legs to greet Ling Guojiang:
"I've always heard that you were seriously ill, and I thought you were terminally ill and going to die."
"I didn't expect that my complexion is better than that of Zhan Hu. Even old and strong is not enough to describe it. I should say that I am rejuvenated."
"No wonder Brother Hao's relatives, your son Ling Qijia's family, were eradicated by you."
Zhan Hu's tone was filled with enthusiasm, but his words were filled with hostility.
He also glanced sharply at Ye Fan, and seeing his gentle and gentle look, he didn't take it to heart very much.
Among Zhan Hu's intelligence, the two deaf-mute elders were Ling Guojiang's biggest reliance.
Ling Guojiang didn't bring the two of them out, probably because he didn't want to irritate himself, which also proved that Ling Guojiang was frightened by him.
Thinking of this, Zhan Hu's smile became even brighter: "When Brother Hao comes out, I must ask him to treat the Ling family master to a few drinks."
Ling Guojiang was very direct: "Are you here to seek justice for Ling Qijia and Jia?"
"No, no, Brother Hao doesn't mean that."
Hearing this, Zhan Hu waved his hand, stared at Ling Guojiang playfully and said with a smile:
"Jia was Hao's cousin, and Ling Qijia was Hao's brother-in-law. When they died, the Jia family was filled with anger."
"Brother Hao also has a deep brother-sister relationship and feels sad, but he said this is always a family matter of the Ling family."
"Brother Hao also believes that the head of the Ling family had no choice but to kill them."
"It's inappropriate for him to interfere hastily. He also dissuaded the Jia family's nephews from messing around."
"Brother Hao said that after he comes out, he will find the head of the Ling family to clarify the matter and then give an explanation to the Jia family."
Zhan Hu seems to be lightheaded, but in fact he is retreating to advance, reminding Ling Qijia that it is impossible to erase the matter personally.
"We are not here today for Ling Qijia's family, so Mr. Zhan Hu, please stop talking nonsense."
Ling Guojiang spoke in an indifferent tone: "Be direct and tell me your purpose."
"Master Ling, are you too forgetful? Didn't I tell you the conditions?"
Zhan Hu smiled boldly: "Brother Hao is about to come out, and money is tight. Let me ask you for one billion red envelopes to celebrate."
"You know, Brother Hao has not had it easy these past years. His assets have been confiscated, his body has been injured, and he has been unable to make as much money as before."
"But he still has so many brothers who have to eat and support their families."
"He can only sell his old face to ask the Ling family for a small red envelope."
"To be honest, Brother Hao would not have said this to the head of the Ling family if he had not been forced to do so."
Zhan Hu shook his raised legs and complained to Ling Guojiang "confidently".
"One billion?"
Ling Guojiang tapped his fingers on the wheelchair: "You have too much appetite."
He has one billion, but he doesn't care about it, but if he is threatened and taken away, how can he get along in the future?
"Master Ling is joking."
Zhan Hu laughed loudly: "One billion is less than one percent of Ling's assets."
"Where does this huge appetite come from?"
"Besides, Brother Hao and you have been friends for many years. We have said we are blessed together and share the same hardships."
"The head of the Ling family has made a lot of money over the years, and his assets are second only to the Yang family. Do you want to forget the brothers who were in the same trench in the past?"
"Master Ling, you can't forget your roots as a human being."
Zhan Hu leaned forward slightly, his words hidden in his words.
Ling Guojiang stared at Zhan Hu: "What if I don't give this red envelope?"
"If the head of the Ling family doesn't recognize Brother Hao as a friend, I, Zhan Hu, will have no choice but to disrespect the elderly and love the young."
Zhan Hu's smile had a hint of murderous intent: "I will drag the Ling family master to stay in this hall from now on."
"When will the red envelope arrive and when will I leave?"
Zhan Hu still looked like a broken man: "Of course, the Ling family master can also shoot me to death in a fit of rage."
"If I don't get one billion, I can't explain it to Brother Hao. When I go back, I will be shot dead by Brother Hao."
"I might as well die in the hands of Master Ling." As he spoke, he took off a bomb and threw it around on the coffee table.
