Hao Tian didn't talk a lot of nonsense before shooting like those killers on TV. He just raised the gun and shot without saying a word. At such a close range, even an untrained otaku could hit Master Hu like this.
A huge meat target, not to mention someone like Hao Tian who has received military training...
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At the moment Hao Tian pulled the trigger, the door of the rental house was suddenly kicked open from the inside. An iron door was slapped in front of Hao Tian. Hao Tian lost his footing and fell backwards. At the same time, he fired quickly and fired continuously.
Pulling the trigger, the three bullets penetrated the thin iron door with extremely small dispersion, drilling three transparent holes in it.
All this happened so suddenly that Mr. Hu was kicked to the ground before he even had time to react. A huge gunshot rang in his ears, which shocked him to death and made him dizzy. He only felt a hand holding him.
To myself, a familiar voice shouted: "Run!"
Mr. Hu has been around the world for many years, but he still has a bit of agility. He can get up and run, and his fat body makes him extremely agile when running.
Hao Tian climbed out of the sewage pit under the steps, shook the water stains on his gun, and wanted to continue chasing Master Hu, but found that the target had disappeared. At this time, there were rapid footsteps in the distance.
Coming this way, Hao Tian hesitated for a moment, then hid the gun in his arms and left quickly along the already planned retreat route.
Mr. Tiger ran very fast on his short and short legs. This distance exhausted all his strength. He reached a low wall and could no longer run. Only then did he feel the burning pain in his scalp. When he touched it, he felt full.
His hands were bloody. It turned out that a bullet had grazed his scalp and almost turned his head into a rotten watermelon.
At this time, Mr. Hu broke out in cold sweat and licked his dry lips. Just as he was about to leave this dangerous place, he suddenly heard a greeting: "You are running very fast."
Turning around, he saw that it was Liu Ziguang. Mr. Hu's pupils shrank and he flew towards the low wall. However, Liu Ziguang grabbed his legs in time and pulled them down hard. Mr. Hu's face was slapped on the ground.
, Liu Ziguang stepped on him randomly, cursing as he stepped on it: "Let you run, let you run!"
At this time, Zhuo Li also rushed over with his brothers. Seeing that Master Hu had been stepped on by Liu Ziguang, Zhuo Li asked curiously: "Why are you here too?"
Liu Ziguang picked up Mr. Hu from the ground and pushed him to Zhuo Li's men. He said lukewarmly: "Do it by yourself. Don't worry." As he said this, he glanced at Wang Xing who was standing behind him. Wang Xing looked a little guilty.
He looked away, not daring to look at Liu Ziguang.
"Take it away!" Zhuo Li ordered, and Mr. Hu was put into the car that was driving over. Some migrant workers who rented here ran out to watch the fun. They stood on the roadside in small groups and pointed, Zhuo Li said.
Li shouted at them: "Have you never seen the police arrest you and escape? Please spread out and don't watch."
The onlookers who didn't know the truth dispersed in a hurry, and the car slowly drove away. This was a no-nonsense zone, and several police stations didn't want to take on a difficult case, so there was basically nothing to worry about.
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On the top of a privately built four-story building, Hao Tian squinted as he watched Zhuo Li and others escorting Mr. Hu away, then went downstairs to a smelly ditch and wrapped rubber gloves and a used pistol in black garbage.
He threw it in his bag without hesitation, then took out his cell phone and pressed the replay button: "The target was taken away by people from Gao Tupo." After saying that, he hung up the phone and left without looking back.
The van was speeding on the road, and Zhuo Li threw away his arms and slapped Mr. Hu on the fat face with his left and right bows. More than a dozen big-eared sticks came down, and Mr. Hu's teeth were loosened, but he did not beg for mercy at all.
"Stop fighting, you can't tell Master Hu is still a tough guy." Liu Ziguang waved his hand to stop Zhuo Li, reached out and pinched Master Hu's face affectionately, and said: "We two brothers are quite destined. Eight years ago
I stabbed you, and eight years later I saved your life, and the grudge between us is settled."
Master Hu spit out half of his teeth and said, "Then what do you mean by tying me up?"
Liu Ziguang said: "You are a smart man. I don't need to say more. You should know who wants your life."
Mr. Hu was silent for a long time before he said, "You can't achieve great development with your help."
Liu Ziguang said: "What about you?"
Mr. Hu shook his head: "It's useless to add me. Nie Wanlong's background is much deeper than you think."
Liu Ziguang smiled: "Not necessarily."
In front is the service area. The group came down to eat lunch in the restaurant and continued on the road. Wang Xing and the others got into the first car, while Liu Ziguang and Zhuo Li escorted Mr. Hu into the second car.
"What are you looking at? Come on." Wang Wenjun pushed Wang Xing from behind.
We continued on and arrived in Jiangbei City two hours later. While we were queuing up to pay at the highway toll station, a dozen policemen with mini submachine guns suddenly came out of the duty room and surrounded Liu Ziguang's car, saying they wanted to inspect it.
Zhuo Li turned off the engine and opened the car door very cooperatively. The police searched carefully as if facing a formidable enemy, but found nothing, so they had to let them go in frustration. Zhuo Li sneered, put the gear into gear and stepped on the accelerator to leave, saying to Liu Ziguang: "Their news
It was pretty quick. If we hadn't been prepared in advance, the charge of kidnapping would have been confirmed this time."
Liu Ziguang said succinctly and concisely: "There is a ghost inside."
"What, the mole? Which one? I have to pluck out his skin."
"Wang Xing is the most suspicious."
"Okay, I'll kill him when we get back." Zhuo Li's eyes were spitting fire, and he looked like he was bulging with anger.
"He is an undercover agent. I have known this for a long time. I just don't know who it is. Now I finally figured it out. Don't touch him. I am still useful." Liu Ziguang was sneering on his face, but he was sighing in his heart. Wang Xing
He has found out his background. He is just an unorganized police academy student. He originally thought he was sent by the Second Criminal Police Brigade, so he has not touched him. Anyway, there are some benefits to having an undercover agent by his side, but according to the
Judging from the recent situation, Han Guang and the others should not be the ones on Wang Xing's line.
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In the center of Jiangbei, on the rooftop of an inconspicuous ten-story office building, the corridor door opened, and a middle-aged man with a newspaper in his hand walked up casually. Wang Xing came out of the corner, took off his sunglasses and said, "I have
Important situation report.”
The middle-aged man said: "You tell me."
"Someone wanted to kill Zhang Dahu. If we hadn't arrived in time, he would have succeeded." As he spoke, Wang Xing took out a small plastic bag from his trouser pocket, which contained three yellow nine-millimeter pistol bullet casings.
"Do you know who it is?" The middle-aged man took the plastic bag and carefully put it into the inner pocket of his suit.
"It is said that they are from the Development Company."
"It is said, according to who? As an investigator, the information must be accurate. Look what you did. You said Zhang Dahu was in the car, but where are the people? Where did they go?" The middle-aged man was stern.
's question.
"I saw him get into that car with my own eyes." Wang Xing said confidently.
"Okay, this kind of mistake is not allowed to happen again, otherwise you will be a gangster for the rest of your life and never think about becoming a regular person again."
Wang Xing said yes with a tight face. The middle-aged man's face became kinder, and he patted Wang Xing on the shoulder with sincerity and said: "Work hard, strive to make meritorious service as soon as possible, and put on the police uniform again."
"Yes!" Wang Xing stood at attention and gave a solemn police salute.
"Well done, I'll leave first and you'll leave in fifteen minutes, do you understand?"
"clear!"
The middle-aged man nodded and went downstairs. When passing by the trash can downstairs, he casually threw the plastic bag containing three bullet casings with important evidence in his pocket into the trash can.
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Half an hour later, Mr. Nie received a call from Secretary Zhao of the municipal party committee. He scolded him mercilessly, but did not mention what he was scolding for. This is Secretary Zhao’s shrewdness.
They all remain vigilant, and the officialdom is cruel. Someone might record them at some point and leave evidence.
Although he didn't mention specific people and events, Mr. Nie knew very well that Hao Tian's mistake made him very angry, and at the same time he was also a little worried. The person standing opposite him was not one person, but a group of people. Li Wan's
In terms of financial resources, Zhicheng Group is not inferior to that of large-scale development. In terms of connections, it can find people who can speak to it in provincial capitals. This is its strength on the surface. In addition, there is a group of people hidden in the darkness who are against it. This group
The leader of the people is the guy named Liu Ziguang.
A year ago, even three more Liu Ziguangs would not be able to do anything to Nie Wanlong, but things are different now. The Public Security Bureau has a new director, and Secretary Li has also found a new partner, spending all day with the Chinese-American in meetings.
During the investigation, Nie Wanlong stopped even answering his calls. Nie Wanlong knew that without the support of Secretary Li, his strength had dropped by at least 80%.
"Secretary Zhao, does Secretary Li know about this?" Nie Wanlong asked cautiously, holding the phone.
"Secretary Li has been busy attracting investment recently." Secretary Zhao didn't answer the question, but cleverly answered Nie Wanlong's question.
"That's it. Please tell Secretary Li on your behalf to reassure him that I will definitely take care of this matter." Nie Wanlong vowed.
Putting down the phone, Secretary Zhao said softly: "Secretary Li, Mr. Nie promised to handle the matter well."
Secretary Li frowned and said: "In extraordinary times, we must not make any mistakes. Let's do this, Xiao Zhao. When appropriate, you can pull him back. After all, this is an old relationship."
"Okay Secretary Li, I understand."
Secretary Li's office is in the middle of the fifteenth floor of a building in the municipal party committee compound. Standing in front of the window, you can see the dense boulevard outside the municipal party committee gate. Secretary Zhao is sitting on the sofa in front of the window. He turns around.
I glanced downstairs and saw a gray Rolls-Royce driving into the municipal party committee gate. The armed policeman standing guard at the door saluted gracefully.
"Mr. Huo is here." Secretary Zhao said.
"Foreign businessmen value credibility and keep time." Secretary Li looked at the wall clock on the wall, praised it, stood up, straightened his suit jacket, and said to Secretary Zhao, "Let's go downstairs to greet Mr. Huo."
Mr. Huo's Rolls-Royce was parked in the farthest space in the parking lot, which was reserved for him. He was followed by two low-profile Land Rovers. Before the car could stop, eight people jumped out.
Tall bodyguards, black sunglasses, black suits, and air headsets hanging behind their ears. More importantly, they are all foreigners, with thick chests, thick arms, and restrained demeanor. You can tell at a glance that they are professional level
bodyguard.
It is also popular for developers in Jiangbei City to bring bodyguards, who are also dressed in black suits and black sunglasses, but compared with other people, they can't hide the strong knock-off vibe.
A nearly two-meter-tall black bodyguard opened the door of the Rolls-Royce, and used his body as broad as a city wall to protect Mr. Huo from getting out of the car. He was a middle-aged man with an energetic look, his hair combed back meticulously.
Wearing a snow-white silk Tang suit, Mr. Huo smiled when he saw Secretary Li approaching, and quickly stepped forward and extended his right hand to shake hands with Secretary Li warmly.
The golden light shines on the wrist. It is a limited edition Patek Philippe, the watch that Secretary Zhao covets.