Wang Zhendong died. He was shot twice in the forehead. Each of his two bodyguards was shot once in the brain. The killing method was so neat that even the bullets were taken away without leaving any traces.
Xu Qing is sitting next to the computer in the room, frowning at the picture on the screen. He is hesitating whether to hand out these two CDs and to whom? These two CDs are like hot potatoes, hand them out.
There will inevitably be an uproar. Politics is like a bottle of old wine. Some people enjoy it and indulge in it, while some people get drunk and avoid it for fear of getting drunk. He is the latter.
It wasn't until a rapid knock on the door interrupted his thoughts that Xu Qing came to his senses and quickly put away the CD. He reached out and touched his face to take off the mask and put it in his pocket. He walked over and opened the door to the room.
Standing at the door was an acquaintance, Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau Chief Du Feng. Beside him were two police officers with serious faces. However, when they saw Xu Qing opening the door, their expressions suddenly changed.
Du Feng glanced at the room and whispered: "Why are you here?" This question was very forced, as if he had no words to talk to.
Xu Qing smiled and asked: "Why can't I be here?" Du Feng was speechless for a while, and paused for more than five seconds before saying: "Three people died in Room 2016 ten minutes ago, all of them were
Shooting, did you hear anything special here?"
"2016?" Xu Qing was shocked. He had just returned from Wang Zhendong's room ten minutes ago. He didn't expect that they would meet the King of Hell so soon. This was really surprising.
"I went to room 2016 just now. The three guys were still alive and kicking at the time. The murder had nothing to do with me." Xu Qing did not deny it. After speaking, he turned around and walked to the computer desk to sit down.
, I can’t say I have any dislike for a principled person like Du Feng, but I don’t have a good impression either, so I simply opened the door to let them toss around.
Du Feng winked at the police officers next to him and asked them to leave first. This kid's status was special, and it was not suitable for too many people to be present even for questioning.
Xu Qingren sat at the computer desk, looking through the wall and quickly scanning room 2016. The bodies of three people were lying on the ground, and two forensic doctors were immersed in extracting evidence at the scene. There were many clues about the killer.
There were few, but the fingerprints and footprints left by classmate Xiao Xu were all over the room, which is why he admitted that he had been to the room.
Du Feng moved a chair and sat next to Xu Qing, and whispered: "I think you should know who the murderer is. A lot of things have happened in Jiangcheng in the past two days."
Xu Qing didn't intend to hide it, so he simply told the whole story of the incident, leaving out only the part about the two CDs. As the city's public security chief, Du Feng needed to know this.
After listening to Xu Qing's words, Du Feng sorted out the series of criminal cases that happened in the past two days. The cause of everything was controlled by someone behind the scenes, but the development involved too much blood and interests.
It's like someone is playing chess. The Qingmeng League is the pawn, a sharp knife that sweeps away the underground forces in the three southeastern provinces. As for the black gentlemen and the like, they are just twigs that have sprung up.
As for Wang Zhendong and others who were killed, they were just cannon fodder. No one would look at them seriously after they died. But for Xu Qing, after he died, he left behind something that made people tangled. Two pieces of money can control the situation.
A CD with the results of the general election at the end of the month...
In a courtyard far east of Nanchizi Street in the capital, today can be said to be a day for old men to gather. There were six old men sitting around a large dining table, including Yang Ligong of the Cang Sect, Divine Blade Huan Zun, Feng Zun, and others.
There was a skinny old man in a black trench coat and a top hat, and an old Taoist priest with a bun on his head.
Sitting on the main seat was Jiang Bangzheng, who was in a suit and leather shoes. His originally white hair had been dyed black, and not even a single white hair root could be seen. He had a warm smile on his face. He will be on board next week.
The pinnacle of his long-awaited political career seemed to be filled with high spirits, and he was celebrating in advance with his old friends who had been invited to witness this moment.
Two guards brought wine glasses and two bottles of cellared old wine. Jiang Bang was unsealing and pouring the wine himself. When the wine lid was opened, a rich and mellow aroma of wine flowed out from the mouth of the bottle and quickly filled the air. Among them were four old men.
They are all good drinkers, and their noses can't help but twitch when the aroma of wine wafts over them.
Jiang Bangzheng smiled and motioned to the guards to bring the wine glasses to the five elders. He held a glass of wine and bowed humbly: "These two bottles of wine are the number one scholar Jiang buried on the first day of his official career. In the blink of an eye, thirty years of cold and summer."
, My hair is dyed with white frost, my official career is at its peak, today I will drink the fine wine from Kaifeng with all my old friends, and Jiang will toast you all a glass."
The five old men stood up and raised their glasses. The six two-two glasses clinked with each other, and they drank up the wine in one gulp. Everyone praised the wine, and when they sat down, they still looked like they were still unsatisfied.
Jiang Bang was asking the guard to fill up Wu Lao's glass again, and said with a smile: "There are still three days. Once the time has passed, Jiang will ask you to change places and drink to your heart's content. You will not be drunk by then."
The four elders nodded in unison, the wrinkles at the corners of their eyes smiling like wild daisies. Only Yang Ligong of the Dian Cang faction had a serious face. He took the wine glass to the table and took a sip, but he seemed to taste some sourness and couldn't help but frown.
This subtle movement was caught by Jiang Bangzheng, who narrowed his eyelids and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, does this wine have some flavor?"
"Alas!" Yang Ligong sighed softly: "The wine is fine wine, but the old man has a useless thing hidden in his heart, so it tastes a little sour."
Jiang Bangzheng narrowed his eyelids another two centimeters and said with a smile: "You and I have known each other for more than thirty years. In my impression, there are not many things that can worry Mr. Li. While all my old friends are here, feel free to tell me and listen."
As he spoke, a look in his eyes couldn't help but flash into Yang Ligong's eyes, as if to hint him not to continue talking.
Yang Ligong looked down at the amber liquid in the cup, not paying attention to Jiang Bang's suggestive eyes. He suddenly put the rim of the cup to his mouth, raised his head, drank the wine in one gulp, and said in a deep voice: "Back then, I
I asked my grandson Yang Fan to join the dragon tooth training, but I didn't expect that he would end up with no body left. My stupid son is crazy and shouting for revenge all day long, which is really upsetting and heartbreaking!"
Jiang Bangzheng opened his eyes and said calmly: "Don't worry, Mr. Li, Jiang has not forgotten this matter, and he will naturally give you justice when the time comes."
Yang Ligong moved his five fingers, and the wine glass cracked into pieces. He gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "What is justice? The old thing from Shengwu Hall is fair. My good grandson will reap the consequences. The old man can't swallow this tone. Today
Please ask Secretary Jiang to come up with an idea for the old man!"