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Chapter 1122 Flames soaring into the sky

There were only two men sitting in a private room in the heaven and earth.

Yan Jing's expression became solemn from the moment he put down the phone. How could Xia Chuan conclude that it was Lao Pao'er who did it?

This is unscientific. Isn't Xia Chuan the most scientific person?

People who can lead in chips actually do things based on their feelings?

Lao Pao'er has always kept a distance from Xia Chuan and is not on the same level at all. Xia Chuan's opponents are all heavyweights such as the Defense Agency, CIA, Eagle Country Intelligence Agency, and KGB. His contacts are with the likes of big bosses, Suu Kyi, and Michael Jackson. His businesses are worth billions and tens of billions of investments. No matter how awesome he is, Lao Pao'er didn't dare to say bad things behind his back, let alone confront him?

Even if it is reasonable to suspect that foreign companies are doing it, they have locked the old Paoer!

Fortunately, Xia Chuan did not determine which one was responsible, but pointed the finger at Du Zai'er, the gangster.

The younger brother Cui Zhiguang next to him said nothing and was equally uneasy.

Cui Zhiguang is not a gangster. He is an instructor at Daxing Police Academy. He left because of discipline violations and followed Yan Jing.

Yan Jing was originally a lawyer, and he met a real estate developer by chance. He was also an old gunner, but his brother was a vice mayor, and his background was considered top-notch among gangsters.

But the phone call just now gave Cui Zhiguang a feeling of impending disaster.

Yan Jing seemed to sense his uneasiness, so he made a joke: "Do you think my requirements for life are too high?"

Cui Zhiguang smiled: "Maybe one day, all I want from life is to have a non-menopausal woman by my side!"

Yan Jing's color changed slightly. This is what Lao Pao'er often teases. This requirement may not seem high, but once you get in, it will be a beautiful ideal.

Cui Zhiguang added: "Xia Chuan may not have discovered the bug, otherwise he wouldn't have suspected Lao Pao'er."

A bug was installed at Yan Dong's house and he took away the manuscript without taking it away, just to divert Xia Chuan's attention.

Yan Jing suddenly said: "That's wrong. How could Xia Chuan, a meticulous person like him, not think about why the person who took the manuscript was so lucky? He may have discovered the bug, but he still concluded that it was Lao Pao'er who did it."

Cui Zhiguang felt a sudden chill in his heart.

That would be terrible. Where did Lao Pao'er get the bug?

At this moment, Yan Jing's phone rang again. When he saw the number he didn't recognize, a dark cloud suddenly filled his heart.

After it was connected, a majestic voice came from inside:

"Yan Jing, I am Zang Hong."

"Oh, I've heard about his name for a long time, but I don't know what you're doing?" Yan Jing's expression was a little stiff.

"I'll give you half an hour to send eight boxes of manuscripts back to Xia Chuan's house, otherwise I'll visit you personally after dinner." After Zang Hong finished speaking, he hung up.

Yan Jing held up the phone, Cui Zhiguang stretched his neck, and the two of them were as frozen as statues.

After ten seconds, Yan Jing suddenly dialed a number, which was Bai Xiaohang's number.

But couldn't get through.

He understood that Xia Chuan knew from the beginning that it was him who had done it, and he gave Du Zai'er one hour to send back just to borrow a knife to kill Bai Xiaohang!

And now, what does he mean by limiting it to half an hour?

A thought just flashed across my mind, but it was too late.

A dagger was inserted directly into his weak side. Cui Zhiguang bit his back molars and said, "Do you want me to be sent back to die for you?"

"Absolutely not, no one can touch us." Yan Jing's voice was weak and trembling.

"You are just a deputy marketer. Are you fooling me? Tell me, who did you sell the manuscript to?"

Yan Jing whispered the last words: "Sell Nima Bi."

Cui Zhiguang turned the handle violently, and the dagger minced the internal organs. Yan Jing finally let out a muffled groan, his eyes protruded like goldfish, and he could no longer take in air.

He didn't pull out the dagger, he just laid Yan Jing down on the sofa, opened his clothes to cover the dagger, and looked like he was drunk.

Then he arranged his clothes to make sure they were not stained with blood, and left quickly.

……

After Zang Hong put down the phone, Xia Chuan stood up and said, "Let's go."

Didn't even wait for half an hour.

The two disappeared quickly.

Xiao Yun finally asked in confusion: "Dad, why did my brother still call Du Zai'er when he knew it was Yan Jing?"

Tang Wu smiled and said: "Girls, don't think about these things. Think about how to support your husband and raise your children, and learn to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Meng Yi said: "Uncle Tang, Xiao Yun is so stupid that you have to protect her. You have to let her be more careful, otherwise she will be deceived all the time. Xiao Yun, let me tell you, Xia Chuan killed someone with a borrowed knife."

"Ah?" Xiao Yun was shocked: "Who did you kill?"

"Didn't you hear that Bai Xiaohang has already sent him away? That's Yan Jing's brother."

Xiaoyun was dumbfounded. Only now did she understand the meaning of 'send away'.

Then he asked: "Who are you calling Yan Jing to kill?"

"It's not certain who will die." Mengyi said.

"It must be Yan Jing, who is the hardest to guard against when he turns into an elbow or armpit." Tang Wu said with a smile.

Everyone thought carefully and realized, secretly sighing that Tang Wu was indeed a criminal policeman and had rich experience.

But then I thought about it, what happened to Xia Chuan who doesn't work as a detective?

Monster.

……

A double-cab Jinbei light truck rushed out of the garage and sped down the road.

This was not the truck that went to Yan's house, but the eight boxes were placed in the cargo compartment and covered with canvas.

The four of them, Cui Zhiguang, were all in the cab.

The driver was Wu Jian, another confidant of Yan Jing, and Cui Zhiguang was sitting in the passenger seat.

The three of them all respect Cui Zhiguang very much. After all, they are real gangsters, and Cui Zhiguang is a police academy instructor. In terms of skill, he can definitely crush them.

"Brother Guang, since Xia Chuan knows what we did, is there still a chance to sell it?" Wu Jian asked while driving the car.

"I guess it must be very valuable. The only problem is that the buyer can't be contacted. It doesn't matter. Let's hide it first."

Cui Zhiguang did not conceal the killing of Yan Jing at all. The biggest problem now is that Xia Chuan knows that the four of them took it, so they are all grasshoppers on the same line and cannot be separated.

"Hey, it looks like Xia Chuan's Rolls-Royce behind you!" Wu Jian glanced at the rearview mirror and said in shock.

The four of them suddenly felt that a disaster was coming. It must be Zang Hong. What should they do?

This car can't outrun a Rolls-Royce.

Cui Zhiguang suddenly said: "Keep driving, it may be a coincidence."

Wu Jian unconsciously began to speed up, hoping to escape without leaving a trace.

His speed was getting faster and faster, but none of them felt it was faster.

Look at the curve ahead.

But in the eyes of the four of them, the road was still empty and smooth, and they continued to accelerate.

Go straight to the big tree.

boom!

The big tree knocked the light truck into a big crater. Wu Jian and Cui Zhiguang were caught off guard and hit the windshield. Their heads were covered with blood and they fainted.

The two people behind were only injured on their bodies and their heads were violently concussed. Although their eyes were open, they would not be able to recover for a while.

But they had no chance to recover.

Zang Hong suddenly turned around.

At the same time, Xia Chuan sat in the passenger seat and lit the lighter.

Just lit the lighter.

The fuel tank of the light truck was leaking, and a small flame suddenly appeared in the dripping gasoline.

boom--

Flames soared into the sky.

The explosion that followed caused even more flames to fly, swallowing up the entire light truck, including the eight boxes.

The four people in the cab died of suffocation.

The Rolls-Royce sped away, and even the people passing by and the driver would never suspect him.

And Xia Chuan didn't want those eight boxes at all, so didn't he have to drive a light truck back and prove that he killed four people?

It's impossible not to kill him. If he is still alive after doing such a thing, who will take him seriously?