Chapter 483: revenge

Qin Zhan went to Ning Yiming to learn about Tang Yixiao and Yunhua's condition when Song Ye went to visit the doctor.
Unexpectedly, when he came out, he bumped into Yuan Song and ran out in a hurry. He stopped people and asked in a cold voice: "What happened to Yunhua?" The two in the bed are now Song Yexin's most important thing. Qin Zhan could not let them go wrong.
"It's not Yunhua, it's Song Ye." Yuan Song stopped when he saw Qin Zhan, and said Yunhua's worry just now, "I also feel abnormal, I guess she wants to get revenge. "
revenge.
This matter is led by the Han family, and it is natural that the revenge is also looking for the Han family.
Qin Zhan's face was also cold, and he walked toward the outside while taking out his cell phone and dialing out. "Well, it's me. Now I will send someone to the suburbs of Dongjiao and name a car a license plate XXX , The white Lamborghini stopped, not to hurt, call me when you see. "
Immediately he also got on the jeep and ran all the way to the eastern suburbs. If he remembered correctly, Song Ye had parked his private plane in the eastern suburbs when he returned from Beijing last time. Now the fastest way to go to Beijing is by private jet.
Twenty minutes later, his suspicion was confirmed, but, "It's me, your person was taken down by me. Brother, don't stop me, Han Yan, I have to take it. There will be no trace of this thing Sister Yun smiled, please help me watch it first. "
Song Ye's voice came from the mobile phone, clear and cold, like the wind in the cold winter outside the window.
It seems that they still stay in the brotherhood relationship. She still kept her conciseness and even hung up the phone without giving Qin Zhan time after speaking.
Qin Zhan frowned, somewhat helpless to his own little ghost's stingy temper.
No one can be blocked there, and he can only let people check the information of the incident. "Look who has been involved in this incident after the Han family."
The two people dispatched were obviously different ways. Han Yan's dead had been arrested long ago, and Han Yan would not have extra money to ask the killer. Well, the killer who was shot by Song Ye in the fire was likely to have been directed by someone else.
The difference between before and after this is that Qin Zhan can clearly see the fans of the Song Ye authorities who are immersed in hatred.
After a few minutes, Qin Zhan's cell phone rang again. He frowned at the caller's number, and something happened intuitively.
As a result, "Boss, Han Yan is dead and committed suicide. The wired person saw her body, but the Han family did not seem to be there."
Han Yan was dead, but the body was not found immediately.
This message passed through Qin Zhan's heart only once, and was immediately caught by the flaw. "Immediately send a helicopter to the outskirts of Dongjiao." Qin Zhan sternly ordered, his voice was unprecedentedly serious.
Damn, this is a trick, and the opponent will eventually deal with it or Song Ye.
But Song Ye had already flown to Beijing by private jet, and she hated the city because there was nothing good in her memory.
But this time, she had to come.
At noon, she changed into a car in the city on the outskirts of Beijing and entered the city along the highway.
This time she came over without notifying anyone, and all actions were intended to be completed alone.
This way of being alone, breaking the boat, and having no way back, reminded her how many times she had performed tasks in the previous life and walked on the edge of death.
Lonely, never stop.
The location of the Han family and her surroundings have been touched by her last time, and several monitors on the streets and alleys did not escape her eyes.
Song Ye parked her car at the store door two streets away, went to the department store to go shopping, and when she came out from the back door, she had been disguised as a 70-year-old man. She looked at the time at 2:30 in the afternoon, and she was standing in Korea. In the diagonal alley in front of the house, wait patiently.
In order to save Qin Zhan, she observed the regularity of activities around the Han family for several days without any sleep, knowing that at this time there will be an old man who collects garbage into the Han family to collect garbage.
Alas ... A little later, the sound of the old wheelbarrows of the scooter rubbing against each other was very harsh. Song Ye originally wanted to deceive the old man by other reasons. Unexpectedly, the old man passed by in front of him and was suddenly stunned by stones on the ground As soon as my feet and ankles hurt, the whole person fell straight to the ground.
"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital to see?" Song Ye stepped forward, holding his body to help people up.
"Oh, it's okay, just twisted, thank you. We are all poor people, where can I go to the hospital to spend, I still have garbage to clean up." The old man thanked politely, and limped to go Cart.
"I'll help you find a car, go to the hospital to see, this person is old, minor injuries and illnesses can't afford to delay, let's go." Song Ye sent the person to the station with a strong attitude, and shoved it before he got into the car. As soon as the old man saved a lot of money, the rickshaw pulled the person away.
Counting that although the old man is not authentic, the Han family will be upset later.
Then she pushed the scooter lightly and covered her face with piles of until she rang the doorbell in front of Han's house.
The nanny came out and looked her up and down, "Where was the old Huang? Why didn't you come here today?"
Song Ye lowered his eyebrows, and responded with a male duck's voice, "He stomped his feet. I'll take a rest today. I'll take the shift."
"Oh, then you come in, garbage is in the side yard, remember to clean up." The babysitter no doubt had him, and turned back to the room after speaking.
Song Ye slowly walked to the side of the garbage dump in the side courtyard, then suddenly straightened up, avoided the surveillance along the root of the wall, and flashed in and followed the half-open door.
The retro-style Han family is still very complicated in the Jiuqu corridor during the daytime. At this time, the night guards did not come, and the broad day turned into the best time for hands-on.
Familiar with Han Yan's room on the second floor, she pried the wire into the old-fashioned door lock and opened it in three or two.
Pushing the door in, the room was dark and silent, and there was a shadow on the bed, and the body seemed to be asleep.
Song Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and the shallow murderousness gradually permeated the whole room.
Last time she rescued Qin Zhan from here, she vowed to return to kill this woman and go around, she just hated that she didn't immediately move except her.
The pistol hit the muffler, aimed at the load, and the cold muzzle directly hit the back of the woman's head. Then, at this instant, Song Ye suddenly found something wrong.
If you say you are awake and not awake, then you should be borne by the gun.
But the bed man was still motionless.
Song Ye quickly turned to the front, opened the quilt, and saw Han Yan's silent face.
She was still holding a bottle of sleeping pills.