Chapter 395: Tracker

Chapter 395
Ye Tianlong looked like a child who didn't know anything about the world, holding the credentials given by Jin Xuejun, he happily left the club and went home, and later he added another weapon.
It wasn't until Ye Tianlong's figure disappeared that the two bodyguards woke up from the trance and felt a touch of aggrievedness.
Not only did he fail to teach Ye Tianlong who was close to Wu Lingshuang tonight, he also asked him to take away a document with a lot of gold.
With that certificate, Ye Tianlong is equivalent to a very high-level undercover police officer. He has become a government member from grassroots.
They looked at Jin Xuejun, but Jin Xuejun only faintly said: "If God wants it to perish, he must first make him crazy."
It's just that Jin Xuejun, although full of confidence, can imagine the laughter from Cuizhuxuan, his heart hurts, and he is doomed to sleepless tonight.
At six in the morning, Mingjiang Yayuan, a place along the river, where the rich live.
There are 36 valuable villas in this community, all of which are bought by the upper class at high prices as a place for Mingjiang.
These luxury villas almost all have their own drunken fans, all kinds of grievances, people are often deeply moved.
A villa with the best location along the middle of the river is more conspicuous than the surrounding mansions.
Especially at this time, in the boulevard in front of the gate, a string of black Mercedes-Benz cars, all with white license plates, were parked, and the momentum was compelling.
Eight men in suits, who are by no means kind, walk around with their hands down, making them even more extraordinary.
Although the sky is bright, there are vehicles coming and going on the roads, and there are boats sailing on the rivers, the house is still silent, as if it has not awakened.
It's just that if there are outsiders there, you will definitely see it. It's not that no one awakens in the manor. On the contrary, in addition to the eight black men at the door, there are dozens of people standing with their hands on their backs.
The reason why it looks quiet is because no one made a sound, including the two tall pit bulls in the park.
In the park, facing the hot spring pool of Mingjiang Lighthouse, a young man in shorts with his eyes closed slightly, soaked in silence in the water.
The young man is about 1.8 meters tall, handsome, burly, handsome, and naturally curly hair, which adds a touch of charm to him.
It's just that he placed on the edge of the pool and kept tapping the fingers of the porcelain block, which made people feel a sense of murder.
When the youth casually tapped his fingers, two women in bikinis were carefully massaging him behind him.
The technique is professional, the strength is moderate, and he dare not be negligent. Ten meters further back, a row of men in suits and sunglasses stand upright and majestic.
Their momentum is not lost to the special forces, because they are retired soldiers.
"brother!"
When the young man in shorts stopped percussing, a burly man walked along the road. He was very similar to the young man in shorts. At first glance, both his figure and silhouette looked similar.
The only difference is that he lacks the introverted and feminine of the former, and the whole person is too strong.
This person is Kong Po Lang, and the young man in shorts is Kong Zixiong.
"Brother, you have been taking a bath here since last night, soaking for more than ten hours, are you not tired or bored?"
Kong Polang came over carelessly, sat cross-legged on a towel next to him, took out a cigarette and lit it: "Zhao Wenguang hasn't fallen yet?"
Without waiting for Confucius to respond, Kong Polang cursed again:
"That bastard, who dared to take so many people to rob prisoners, really took the gall of a leopard."
"This time, he and the remnants must be killed, otherwise he thinks this is his Golden Triangle, brother, don't worry, he can't run away."
"The police have issued a wanted warrant, and the underworld has also used manpower to hunt down him. As long as he is still in Mingjiang, he will definitely be caught."
There was no emotional ups and downs on Confucius's face, but he calmly looked at the ships sailing in the distance:
"Zhao Wenguang must be killed. He knows too much. If he does not die, the Jiang family and his son will die."
"When the Jiang family and his son are dead, our gold mine is gone, so I will definitely dig him out and kill him."
"Whoever is our financial means must die."
Confucius took a look at his younger brother: "At the beginning, I asked you to go to the special case team. In name, it was to deal with the Jiang Taibao case, but it was actually to let you monitor the task force."
"It's a pity that you didn't live up to your spirits. You were taken to the hospital with your own muscles and bones. Jin Xuejun and the others took the opportunity to kick you away, and the situation was messed up."
"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm useless, accidentally overturning the ship in the gutter, it also affected your plans."
Kong Polang remembered Ye Tianlong's handshake, with a touch of murderous intent on his face: "When the right opportunity comes, I will definitely seek this justice."
"It doesn't mean anything to deal with trivial people."
Confucius said faintly: "It's just that I'm more interested now. Who is the one who wounded Old Ghost Li's leg and killed the ghost?"
Kong Polang was taken aback for a moment: "Didn't they get injured and died in the melee?"
"That was an announcement to the outside world, and it was also to protect the face of the Kong family."
Confucius did not hide too much from his younger brother, but his voice calmly told the truth:
"Old Ghost Li was directly interrupted by someone, and he was fighting alone. No, he was interrupted by a robber while he had the advantage."
"The ghost was fully armed and fought close, and was cut off by the throat."
Kong Polang's expression couldn't stop changing. He originally thought that the two casualties were chaos on the scene, and there was no accident in the scene, but he didn't expect them to fight alone and die.
Kong Polang naturally knows the methods of old ghosts and ghosts, so he is a little more solemn to the shooter: "This man is amazing."
"Who is he? By Zhao Wenguang, I have never heard of such a person."
Kong Polang bit his cigarette: "It is Zhao Wenguang, it is impossible to do this easily."
"This is exactly what I don't understand."
Confucius coughed and motioned for the two bikini women to leave: "The only thing I know is that this person is afraid of being a newcomer, otherwise the informant will not mention it."
"Brother, whoever he is, it turns out to be Zhao Wenguang's person. As long as Zhao Wenguang is taken down, he can't run away."
Kong Polang spewed out a puff of smoke: "It's a big deal to send a few more gunmen, hundreds of bullets blasted past, the gods are dead."
"Naive!"
Confucius stood up slowly, showing all his muscles. Compared with his younger brother from the army, he was even worse:
"Last night, the informant I buried was dug up and killed by the other party. The other party also used my message transmitter to set a booby trap, killing and wounding my brother No. 40."
"Although the opponent has been hit hard, there is still a lot of fighting power, especially the nameless robber, who will be a thorn to us."
Kong Polang also stood up, flicking the cigarette on his finger: "Brother, don't worry, this person will be handed over to me, I will form a police team to fight him."
"No matter how good he is, he can't be a police opponent."
Confucius said faintly: "You don't have to do it deliberately, you just need to check the entry and exit, and at the same time, keep in touch with Jin Xuejun and the others."
"I want Zhao Wenguang and them to die, and Jin Xuejun may want them to live."
Confucius said in a cold voice: "After all, only living people can threaten Jiang Taibao. You can't take it lightly and pay more attention to their movements."
"Don't worry, brother, I will stare at them, even if they alienate me intentionally or unintentionally, I will stick to them cheeky."
Kong Polang thought of Jin Xuejun and Wu Lingshuang, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "How to say...I am also friends with them."
Without waiting for Confucius to answer, at this moment, another person came up eagerly. It was the blood-stained woman in Tsing Yi who had been busy all night.
She went straight through the bodyguard, came to Confucius and Kong Polang, and knelt down straight: "Kong Shao, I'm sorry!"
Confucius said faintly, "I haven't heard from Zhao Wenguang and others yet?"
The woman in Tsing Yi shook her head desperately: "No, I almost searched the entire Mingjiang River, but there is no shadow of Zhao Wenguang. I don't know where they are hiding."
"None of their six strongholds are in or out."
The woman in Tsing Yi slammed her head: "It's so incompetent, please punish Shao Kong."
"Originally, I wanted to kill you with a single knife. It can be seen that you are diligent and hardworking without credit. This time I will let you go."
Confucius said coldly: "Next time you do something negligently, you will come to see me with your head."
The woman in Tsing Yi was ecstatic: "Thank Shao Kong for forgiveness."
Kong Polang glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi: "Brother, I will be responsible for this, I will dig them out"
Confucius shook his head: "In the past few days, several grassland masters who are good at tracking have come to Mingjiang. Then, I will leave the task to them."
"They take action and get twice the result with half the effort."
Kong Polang's eyes lit up slightly: "Nalanba's people?"