N-A-A Chapter 65 Famous for its speed
Chapter 65 Famous for its speed
Wu Fusheng had arranged for He Wenzhan to instruct his men to keep an eye on Yao Ruoqing.
According to Wu Fusheng's deduction.
Song Zihao has client resources in Southeast Asia.
Mark Lee did not go to Taiwan with Song Zihao.
Tan Cheng probably won't kill Song Zihao directly.
A more reliable approach:
Capture Song Zihao alive and use him to make Mark Lee willingly step down and hand over his resources.
He took over in the most favorable and efficient manner, and assumed full control.
This is the best possible outcome.
"Um."
He Wenzhan nodded in response and started the car: "I'm squatting down."
Wu Fusheng nodded: "If Song Zihao and his men fail to handle it."
"We'll arrest Yao Ruoqing directly, and then talk to Tan Cheng."
Upon hearing this, Song Zijie paused, his hand gripping the seatbelt twitching, and looked at Wu Fusheng in disbelief.
His gaze then turned to one of immense gratitude.
As the younger brother.
Song Zihao can be imprisoned for his crimes, but no matter what, he certainly wouldn't want his brother to be beaten to death.
This is a thought he didn't express.
but.
Brother Sheng had already made arrangements in advance and prepared for both possibilities.
Song Zijie remained silent, but unconsciously clenched his fist.
In his eyes, Wu Fusheng seemed to be shining.
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Taipei.
Ximending.
Halfway up the mountain.
Song Zihao stood in front of the railing, his brows furrowed as he looked into the distance.
Behind.
The gunman Tan Cheng had secretly brought lay on the ground, his head covered in blood, his expression one of agony.
"Brother Hao, we've already found out."
Mark Lee came up, turned on the bottle of mineral water to wash his hands, and said, "Tan Cheng will meet with Xiao Wang at Fengling Pavilion Restaurant tonight to discuss tomorrow's transaction."
He shook the water off his hands, took out a cigarette case, and handed it to Song Zihao: "Let's double-cross you, take out your men, and capture you alive."
"I'm telling you to instruct me, who isn't in Taiwan, to give all my client resources and locations to Tan Cheng."
Song Zihao glanced at Mark Lee and took out a cigarette from the pack.
"call.."
The smoke Song Zihao exhaled was dispersed by the night wind: "Wu Sir was right after all."
Mark Lee stood beside him, a cigarette dangling from his lips and eyes narrowed.
The hem of the trench coat fluttered in the night wind.
Song Zihao tossed aside his cigarette, which he had only taken two puffs of, and held out his hand to Mark Lee: "Finish this job cleanly!"
Mark Lee grinned and reached out to grab Song Zihao.
"work!"
The henchmen who had accompanied them boarded the carriage and headed towards the Maple Pavilion Restaurant.
Maple Grove Pavilion.
Private room.
Xiao Wang and Tan Cheng finalized the details of their ambush during tomorrow's transaction.
"Cheers."
Tan Cheng chuckled and raised his glass to him: "Wait for me to come up. From now on, this whole area will be yours."
"Hahaha.."
Xiao Wang grinned and picked up his wine glass.
At this time.
The door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.
Upon hearing the sound, Xiao Wang and Tan Cheng instinctively turned their heads to look.
Doorway.
Mark Lee was wearing a trench coat and carrying two pistols.
Left hand: Beretta 92F; Right hand: Browning M1935.
Tan Cheng's pupils contracted.
Why is Mark Lee in Taiwan if he wasn't in Hong Kong?!
In sight.
Mark Lee raised his gun and fired, unleashing full firepower.
In their pupils, gun muzzles spewed smoke as bullets hurtled towards them.
"Bang bang bang!"
Behind.
Song Zihao led his men and unleashed their full firepower.
The bullet pierced his body, drawing out spurts of blood.
Bowls and chopsticks flew everywhere on the table, and bullet holes were left on the wall.
After the gunshot.
The private room was in complete chaos.
Blood was everywhere, and there were cries of agony from those lying on the ground.
Tan Cheng was shot in the chest. When he saw Song Zihao approaching with a gun, he shook his head desperately, "No...no, Brother Hao!"
Song Zihao raised the large black star, looking at Tan Cheng expressionlessly: "In this world, disloyalty and dishonesty are unacceptable!"
"Bang! Bang!"
The trigger was pulled repeatedly.
Tan Cheng suffered a bloody hole in his heart and forehead, and fell to the ground, his body soaked in blood.
Do not look down.
Song Zihao called Wu Fusheng on the phone: "Wu Sir, you're a brilliant strategist!"
Upon hearing Song Zihao's voice, Song Zijie's tense body subtly relaxed.
"hehe."
Wu Fusheng chuckled lightly and said unhurriedly, "There's no divine calculation involved. You know perfectly well what's going on. You're just overestimating your boss."
He glanced at his watch, grinned, and said, "Ah Jie was worried you'd mess up, so he had him and his men wait outside Yao Ruoqing's villa."
"You can't expect us to wait all night for nothing, can you?"
Song Zihao naturally understood what Wu Fusheng meant: "Of course."
"Ideally, everyone would always think that counterfeit money workshops would be hidden in some remote mountain wilderness."
You would never guess that the counterfeit money workshop was actually located in the basement of the Henglian Finance Company building.
Song Zihao gave the information directly: "When I get back, I'll take you there."
Wu Fusheng looked at Yao Ruoqing's villa in front of him: "What are you waiting for? Are you afraid I won't be able to open the workshop door?"
Since it's a case investigation, the speed must be fast enough.
If that old bastard Yao Ruoqing gets wind of things in Taiwan and destroys the evidence, that would be troublesome.
"good!"
Song Zihao hung up the phone.
"Little Ma, I've arranged the last flight for you."
He pulled out a plane ticket and handed it to Mark Lee: "Fly directly to Los Angeles, let's go."
Mark Lee hesitated for a moment: "Brother Hao, let's go together."
"If I leave, and no one testifies, how can Yao Ruoqing be convicted?"
Song Zihao patted him on the shoulder: "If I leave, it will be considered fleeing from justice. Ah Jie will have no way to explain himself."
Mark Lee nodded and remained silent.
airport.
The passenger plane took off from the runway and soared into the sky.
Song Zihao adjusted his trench coat, which was the same style as Mark Lee's, and turned to leave.
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It's late at night.
Huang Bingyao, dressed in sportswear, stood on the balcony, rhythmically shaking his legs.
He has gained weight, and his legs are quite fleshy.
His legs collided together with his shaking, making a slapping sound.
weekly.
Huang Bingyao would always set aside three days for training, focusing on his signature move, the "Deadly Scissor Kick."
"Damn it!"
Huang Bingyao looked at the ringing phone and had no choice but to stop.
"Who would be so inconsiderate as to make a phone call so late at night?"
He muttered as he picked up the phone and held it to his ear: "I have to go to work tomorrow!"
Wu Fusheng's voice rang out, "Inspector Huang, I hope I haven't disturbed you so late at night."
Upon hearing Wu Fusheng's voice, Huang Bingyao's tone immediately softened: "Ah...it's Fusheng! Of course, I didn't mean to disturb you!"
He smiled. "What's wrong?"
Huang Bingyao and Wu Fusheng are now extremely close.
His surname is Huang, and Wu Fusheng's uncle also has the surname Huang. He wants to recognize Wu Fusheng as his nephew.
"Actually, it's nothing."
"The counterfeit money ring uncovered through the Chung Shin Yi case has made progress."
Wu Fusheng briefly explained the situation: "I have located the exact location of the counterfeit money workshop and have surrounded it with my men."
"What?!"
Huang Bingyao raised his voice, his round face trembling, "Damn it, we found the counterfeit money workshop so quickly?"
Just a few days ago, they said they had a lead and were digging into it.
It's only been a few days, and they've already located their hideout?
When?
This counterfeit money workshop is just like a stall in a vegetable market, so easy to find!
but.
Huang Bingyao thought about it and felt relieved.
The cases handled by Wu Fusheng left a deep impression on him:
My cheap nephew is known for his quick investigations.
"The counterfeit money workshop is difficult to enter. It would be best to have the Flying Tigers' support to force their way in."
Wu Fusheng made the request: "That way, we won't have to worry about them destroying evidence if they can't open the door for a long time."
Huang Bingyao's excited voice rang out: "Arrange it, arrange everything!"
Wu Fusheng smiled and said, "Okay, wait for my good news."