129 Shooting

The villagers of another village feel a little strange these days. Xiao Chen, the scoundrel, has obviously left another village, but in the past few days, there are often some men in suits and leather shoes and sunglasses in and out, and several cars that they can't name are parked at the door.

The villagers wanted to carefully inquire about it, but they were afraid of alarming the two short-haired men standing straight at the door.

"Who are these people? I haven't seen them before. Why did they go to Xiao Chen's child's house? Xiao Cao's mother, do you think we should call the police? If Xiao Chen's child comes back, we can't explain it. A woman whispered.

"Xiaofang's mother, don't worry. These people are not easy to mess with at first sight. Haven't you watched TV? Those gangsters are dressed like this. Maybe they still have guns in their arms? Another woman quickly corrected her wrong idea.

Such whispers and secret talks have become popular in another village these days. Almost all the men, women and children in the village will quietly run to a corner to look at the group of people in front of Xiao Chen's house when they are free.

"You think these people are really strange. They have been staying in our shabby place for more than half a month. At dawn, they stand at the door as a wooden stake. When it's dark, they run to the car to sleep. It's not too tired." The old man holding a cigarette in his left hand and holding a chess piece in his right hand said without raising his head.

"Who said no? I really don't understand what this group of foreigners want to do. Another old man echoed.

After chatting for a while, the two old men who were playing chess continued to chat for a while. When they were about to pack up their chess pieces and go home for lunch, they suddenly found that two people came out of the door of Xiao Chen's house, a man and a woman. The eyes of the two old men were instantly attracted by the man. They were burly and thick, with Chinese characters, short hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes. This They seem to know each other.

Hesitating for a while, an old man looked at his companion and whispered, "Long River?"

Another old man opened his eyes wide and said, "Do you think he is a long river?"

Naturally, the two old people are familiar with Xiao Changhe. Eighteen years ago, after the news that Xiao Changhe ran away from another village spread, countless villagers sighed, because this man could help another village support the facade, so that other villages would never dare to underestimate another village. After whispering for a while, the two old men were ready to ask whether the man who looked like Xiao Changhe was Xiao Changhe or not.

The man who was holding the woman ready to get into the car seemed to notice that two hot eyes in the distance were staring at him. He looked sideways and saw two old people staring at him without blinking.

Xiao Changhe turned around and walked to the two old people with no expression and said, "Are you looking at me?"

"Is it a long river?" The old man with a cigarette gun asked nervously, as if he was afraid that he would see the wrong person because of his old age.

"Long River? Who is the Long River? Xiao Changhe asked.

Xiao Changhe said so because he had his own plans. If he wanted to recognize these old people in the village, he would not have waited until now. Half a month ago, if it hadn't been because Chu Xiaoyun's injury was too serious, he wouldn't have returned to his home after 18 years.

"Isn't it really a long river?" The old man's words were a little lost and disbelief.

"No, you're wrong. I'm not from here." Xiao Changhe left this sentence and turned to the black Audi.

The old man with a cigarette gun looked at the three black cars that rushed away and couldn't help laughing at himself: "It's really dizzy. Even people are wrong."

Another old man said sadly, "I'm old. Let's go, go back to dinner, and we'll kill after dinner.

Running in the Audi car on the mountain road, Chu Xiaoyun looked at the silent man, endured the injury that was still not healed, and asked softly, "Why did you say that just now?"

"What if you recognize it? What if you don't recognize it?"

That's right. Is it because Beard called three days ago that she was in a hurry to leave this time? The woman asked again.

Xiao Changhe fell silent. It was not until the car drove up the road in Chengdu that he said slowly, "A long time ago, I told him that a man could not bend down, but he actually did such a bastard."

"Maybe it can't be his fault. He just wants to become famous earlier and avenge her aunt and grandfather earlier. Besides, he hasn't had the care of his parents since he was a child. His aunt is sick in bed, and his grandfather is drunk and greedy. You shouldn't be killed without teaching. Chu Xiaoyun said softly. Chu Xiaoyun's tone was very light, like an ethereal cloud.

The man in the back seat of Audi did not speak any more. He shook down the heavy special car window and just looked at the crowd in Chengdu.

Audi did not stop for a moment. It ran all the way through the wind and frost and went straight to the east.

On the evening of this day, a big thing happened in the 3,000 harem. An Mengtang, a Nanjing business tycoon, philanthropist and gangster, was shot and killed by an unknown person while walking after dinner. His confidant Ge Maochun was shot in the chest and sent to the hospital after being rescued.

The Nanjing Public Security Bureau immediately filed a case for investigation, and the young director Qiu Zhifei personally led the team to check the scene of the crime. Countless media reporters rushed to report.

"Cu Ju, is it too sudden and too easy for An Mengtang to die?" Li Jun, a young policeman, looked at An Mengtang's body and turned to look at his director and commented.

"It's really a little strange." Qiu Zhifei answered and continued to check An Mengtang's body.

The heart was hit and pierced directly. There is no chance to survive. But what Qiu Zhifei didn't understand was why the murderer cut off An Mengtang's head? Is there any deep hatred that the old man's head must be cut off as a urine pot?

"According to our reporter's on-site report, Mr. An Mengtang, the chairman of Shengtang Group, the chairman of Nanjing Red Cross Society, was shot and killed by an unknown person while walking this evening. At present, the police are filing a case for investigation. Our reporter will continue to follow up on the case."

"It's shocking that Mr. An Mengtang's head was cut after being killed."

"How long can the murderer go unpunished?"

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The report about the killing of An Mengtang spread wildly on the TV media, like a whirlwind that quickly swept across Nanjing and even China.

After drinking two bottles of liquor with Wang Gui and Chen Buyi in the restaurant of the bath last night, Xiao Chen slept until dawn. Not long after getting up, he faintly heard a waiter talking about a shooting case. Through some understanding, I was surprised to find that the person who died was An Mengtang, the biggest gangster in Nanjing.

Yang Jiezhi is in good spirits today, because he didn't expect that Ueda Meiai's efficiency was so high that he could get rid of An Mengtang in just one day. The old man walking in the garden in front of his house with crutches suddenly smiled, "An Mengtang, why did you die like this? Brother, I didn't expect it."

When Chu Xiaoyun and Xiao Changhe just arrived at Shanghai Ziyuan, they received the news from Huzi in Nanjing, and An Mengtang was shot. Xiao Changhe did not comment on this matter, but Chu Xiaoyun said, "His opportunity has come."

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An Mengtang's death completely detonated all parties.