Yang Cheng, Detective Bureau, gray six-story building.
"Something happened!"
In the Zhao National Security Bureau, Xie Jiawen, one of the five members of the Special Task Force, was typing on the keyboard in front of her.
Her gaze suddenly focused as she raised her head and spoke in a deep voice.
In the silent monitoring room, everyone's eyes instantly turned to Xie Jiawen.
At the right time.
Detective Peng, the middle-aged detective sitting at the long table, also received the news.
……
"Ye Yuan's fourth target is the Yang City Chamber of Commerce's vice president, Huang Yonghui!”
As Xie Jiawen spoke, she projected the surveillance footage of the few intersections in front of Liwan District's Enning Road.
Cheng Xiaoxian, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in a gray coat, leaned back and looked at the screen.
In his hand.
The old detective He Guangzong and the other criminal investigation experts held their breaths.
On the screen.
Early in the morning, the busy traffic at the Enning intersection appeared in everyone's eyes.
" White Mercedes-Benz A-series, the rear right tire suddenly burst!
The originally slow but smooth traffic was now congested…
The Bentley marked with a red circle began to turn around…
The poultry truck that passed by, ran over the sewage ditch…
The dirty water splashed onto the windshield in front of the Bentley's driver's seat…
Next.
" The old chair hit the water pipe and the wall.
The banner slid down.
The glass shattered…
And!
The middle-aged man with his hand on his neck…
The series of coincidences and causality was magnified in everyone's eyes.
The criminal investigation experts 'chests heaved up and down as they panted heavily.
The video played repeatedly.
The cigarette butt that had fallen onto the rope and the figure on the surveillance screen who had lowered his head and smoked half a cigarette without revealing his face were also noticed.
……
The surveillance images in the projection returned to normal.
"Right now, the person hiding in the car is the vice president of the Yang Cheng Chamber of Commerce, Huang Yonghui.”
Xie Jiawen said in a low voice as she looked at the screen in front of her.
"Huang Yonghui locked the safety lock in the car immediately after his chauffeur and bodyguard, Lu Zhiyi, got into an accident. He must have realized something.”
"Furthermore…"
"I've detected from the surveillance videos in the other areas of Guangzhou that a convoy is rushing over…"
Xie Jiawen said with a solemn expression.
……
"Why did Huang Yonghui become Ye Yuan's next target?”
Cheng Xiao first looked at the chaotic intersection in the projection. The middle-aged man leaned against the car, lying in a pool of blood, and the Bentley that was locked tightly.
he suddenly asked.
"It might be related to the Yang Cheng Welfare Institute.”
Detective Peng, who was sitting in the criminal investigation team, answered.
……
Yang Cheng, Hengke Real Estate Group, office on the 59th floor.
The founder of this real estate carrier, Wang Changjiang, also hung up the phone.
His expression was uncertain.
But immediately, a thick smile appeared on his sinister expression.
"The vice president of the Yang Cheng Chamber of Commerce, Huang Yonghui, is a person who cherishes his life very much.”
Wang Changjiang took out a cigar from the drawer. The middle-aged butler bowed and lit it for him. He took a deep breath and then said in a deep voice,
"Next, we can watch a good show.”
" If Vice President Huang successfully leaves, then it means that the limit of Ye Yuan's calculation ability is also merely so…"
Wang Changjiang stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window. He looked at the city under his feet and focused his gaze. After a slight pause, he continued to say to the butler,
"If…"
"Under such cautious circumstances, Ye Yuan can still bring Huang Yonghui to destruction.”
"Then…"
Wang Changjiang turned his head and smiled."The entire upper class of Yang Cheng will be terrified!”
……
On the 39th floor of the financial center building.
Secretary Yang Tong hurried in.
She looked nervous as she whispered into Li Ruobing's ear.
"I understand."
Li Ruobing's face didn't show too much emotion. She only nodded and replied.
"You can leave first."
Li Ruobing waved her hand.
His indifferent gaze disappeared after the secretary left.
Until this moment.
Li Ruobing lowered her head and looked at her arm.
Her arm was trembling slightly…This was a physiological stress reaction caused by excessive nervousness, excitement, and anticipation…
Huang Yonghui was the representative of the Ding family in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He was a eunuch from the East Chamber and a greedy person like an old dog.
"Can it succeed?"
Li Ruobing took a deep breath and muttered.
……
Liwan District Enning Road. A teahouse that had existed since the middle of the last century.
Tan Pingqian, the president of the Sheep Farm Chamber of Commerce, who was truly respected and held an important position in the entire Yangcheng business circle, was wearing a black mandarin jacket and sitting by the window on the second floor of the teahouse.
At this moment.
Tan Pingqian was the only person in the entire teahouse.
A bodyguard in a black suit stood guard at the staircase.
"Master…"
The old butler with the same gray hair bowed and walked to the side. After answering the call, he returned to Tan Pingqian's side and called him.
"Xiao Huang is here?"
He picked up the teacup and blew on it gently. Then, he took a sip and raised his head to reply.
"Vice Guild Leader Huang…something happened."
The old butler said in a deep voice.
He paused for a moment and then narrated the entire incident, picking out the main points.
……
"Humph!"
Tan Pingqian slammed the cup in his hand down heavily. His aged expression revealed a hint of dignity as he coldly snorted.
"Now, these guys are easily crushing their interests and stirring up the entire business world of Yang Cheng.”
"Even a place like the welfare institute has become a place for them to reap fame and fortune.”
Tan Pingqian was in his eighties. He was an old-fashioned person. He was not kind, but he was quite particular.
In fact, with Tan Pingqian and the others 'status, they could not be measured by the values of ordinary people.
"Send someone over."
"At the very least, Huang Yonghui can't have an accident in this incident.”
Tan Ping apologized and ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes, I'll do it now."
The old butler bowed and replied.
……
Huang Yonghui's status in the business world of Yang Cheng was not high, but it was not low either. He was a very special existence.
The news of him being trapped in the car spread like wildfire in the most elite circles.
Pairs of high and mighty gazes, some with smiles, some with amusement, some with surprise, were cast at a black Bentley by the roadside.
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