Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Qi Shui took the opportunity to pin the man whose palm was shot through to the ground, and then Qi Jin pressed the muzzle of the gun firmly against the man's temple.

The man who was kneeling on the ground raised his head and stared at the two brothers Qi Jin and Qi Shui with his lake-blue eyes, his eyes full of ferocity.

Wearing a mask, he shouted something in a foreign language.

It was a curse.

Qi Jin pulled off his mask and revealed a real white man.

There were footsteps outside the door, neither light nor heavy, and the metallic sound of a lighter lid closing and opening, followed by the appearance of a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

Black pants wrapped around his slender legs, and above that was a black leather jacket. Looking up further, he saw a face with deep contours and smooth lines, his thin lips holding a frivolous smile, and his light brown pupils were filled with amusement.

He was playing with a lighter in his right hand and looking down at the foreign man who was pinned to the ground and bleeding profusely.

"Mr. Ling, this killer is not simple."

Qi Shui suppressed the man lying on the ground with all his strength. His close combat tactics were world-class. Anyone who could fight him for two rounds was not just an ordinary killer.

Qi Jin pressed the muzzle of his gun against the foreign man's forehead. "Who sent you?"

The foreign man didn't say anything, staring at Ling Che intently.

Just when Qi Jin was about to interrogate again, the foreign man suddenly felt a choke in his neck, and veins on his neck popped out. Large mouthfuls of blood flowed from his mouth, and then he tilted his head and fell to the ground.

Qi Shui was stunned and reached out to feel his breath.

"died?"

Ling Che's eyes fell on the corpse on the ground, "Look at what's in his mouth."

Qi Jin used the muzzle of his gun to pry open the man's mouth, his eyes fixed, "Mr. Ling, it's a blade."

Then he checked the gun in his hand and the bullet shell on the ground. "They are mercenaries from Country M."

"He's still a deadly mercenary."

This kind of mercenary only cares about success or failure, not life or death.

The person who can hire such a killer must be very powerful.

Ling Che took the bullet shell and placed it on his fingertips, his eyes dim.

Then his brows furrowed slightly.

This bullet casing... there was an identical one in the fire where his father died.

He knew that this accident was not just an accident.

He held the shell in his palm, looked at the corpse on the ground and sneered, "Looks like a big game is about to start."

......

"died?!"

With a "bang", the teacup on the table was thrown to the ground, and fragments flew everywhere!

"Oh shit!"

The man's chest heaved with rage, and he kicked the chair over. "I've been screwed by Ling Che again!"

"Are you all fucking useless? You're having such a hard time even killing a fucking person!"

The middle-aged man roared angrily, and the man standing outside the door curtain trembled and dared not say a word.

"Didn't you say that the person you hired this time can definitely get rid of Wan Hang?"

The man outside the door curtain looked nervous, "Mr. Cheng, Wan Hang wasn't there at all! This was fake news spread by Ling Che, it's a trap!"

The middle-aged man behind the door curtain grabbed the jade ornament at hand and slammed it at the man outside the door curtain, "You're a fucking loser! Idiot! He even fooled you!"

The man quickly dodged to the side, terrified. "Boss Cheng, Ling Che is too shrewd! He must have figured out how eager we were to get rid of Wan Hang, so he set this trap for us!"

The man behind the door curtain stared at the man standing outside for two seconds, raised his hand slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Since you can't do anything, then shut up forever!"

Then several men in black came in, grabbed the man and dragged him out.

The man shouted in horror, "Mr. Cheng! I can continue to help you! Mr. Cheng, please spare me, Mr. Cheng!"

The man was dragged away, and the sound became farther and farther away.

The door curtain was opened and a middle-aged man walked out.

His black suit was neat and straight, his angry face was covered with gray stubble, and his sharp eyes revealed unfathomable ambition.

"Mr. Cheng, what should we do next?"

Butler Chang Hong came over and handed him a clean handkerchief.

Cheng Shu took the handkerchief and wiped off the tea stains that had just splattered on his hands. "If Ling Che continues to investigate and implicates the big shot above us, we'll all be finished!"

He threw the handkerchief to Chang Hong, "Did Jin Jiang catch it?"

"We caught him," Chang Hong said. "He was hiding deep inside. Our men were lying in wait for him for a long time. He was caught when he went to the hospital to see his wife."

"Jin Jiang has become Ling Che's bait." A meaningful smile appeared on his gray-stubbled face. "I want to see if he still wants this bait."

......

The sirens of a small building in the suburbs were blaring, and the red and blue lights illuminated the dark surroundings.

The rooms on the second floor were cordoned off with white police tape, and the police officers in the entire building were busy.

The man in the lobby on the first floor was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, a thin cigarette burning in his hand, his face calm.

Song Hui sat across from the man, holding the transcript he had just completed. His expression was serious. "How did you get involved with the mercenaries?"

Ling Che took a drag on his cigarette and shrugged lazily, "How should I know? Maybe because I'm rich."

Seeing his incoherent words, Song Hui couldn't help but be serious, "Ling Che, this is not a joke. It's very troublesome to be pestered by such a person."

"I know, but I really didn't offend these people." Ling Che leaned forward, his eyes full of innocence, "Uncle Song, don't you believe me?"

Song Hui sighed and said helplessly, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I don't want you to get into trouble again."

"When your father got into trouble, I was transferred away. I still feel guilty for not protecting him well."

Song Hui raised his drooping eyes again and looked at Ling Che seriously, "You are his only son. I can't bear to see you in danger any longer."

Ling Che put out his cigarette and met Song Hui's gaze. "So, Uncle Song, you also think my father didn't die in an accident, right?"

Song Hui was stunned for a moment before regaining his composure. "Your father's case was closed a long time ago. I wasn't in Beijing at the time and didn't know what happened. But after I was transferred back to Beijing, I checked the files from that year. The clues in your father's case were clearly written. It was indeed an accident."

After looking at him for two seconds, Ling Che said "Oh" and leaned back on the sofa.

"Are you investigating what happened to your father back then?" Song Hui asked.

Ling Che smiled lightly and said casually, "He's been dead for six years. What else is there to investigate?"

"Besides, he left me overseas for thirteen years without caring whether I lived or died. If he died, he died. If he didn't die, I couldn't return home, right?"

Hearing this, Song Hui's face turned pale with anger.

I only knew that Ling Che was unruly and unruly, but I didn't expect him to say such cold-blooded and heartless words.

Song Hui suddenly closed the record and stood up, "Ling Che, you really are!"

The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can't bring myself to curse.

He really wanted to beat him up!

......

The next morning.

The phone next to the bed kept ringing.

The person under the quilt stretched out a snow-white arm and groped for the mobile phone on the bedside.

As soon as the call was picked up, Song Xilan's anxious voice exploded.

"Ruyi! Did you know someone tried to assassinate Ling Che yesterday?"

The unconscious pupils suddenly opened!

Qiao Ruyi felt a sudden pang in her heart, and she threw off the quilt and sat up, completely awake.

"What did you say!"