Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

In the dim basement, there was a loud "bang" and a burst of eardrum-shattering gunshots.

The man in the black coat sat on a large leather sofa, half leaning lazily against the back of the sofa.

Under the open black coat was a white shirt with two buttons on the chest unbuttoned, giving him a bit of arrogance.

The well-defined facial features flickered in the dim room, and the narrow and deep eyes were filled with playfulness.

A thin cigarette was dangling from between his thin lips, and in his bony right hand was a pistol that had been polished to a shiny black finish.

He glanced at the shivering man kneeling a few meters away, his eyes as if he was looking down on an ant.

"To say it, or not to say it?"

He spoke slowly, with a pressing sense of oppression.

The man was forced to kneel on the ground, his hands tied behind his back and a sack on his head. He could not see his surroundings, but he recognized the voice as soon as it spoke.

It's him!

The man who chased him in a sports car and beat him up, breaking his bones!

I can still vividly remember how cruel he was, as if he wanted to kill him.

"I just wanted to rob her!" the man said in a trembling voice, "I didn't mean to hurt that woman!"

Ling Che was slowly loading bullets into the magazine while speaking nonchalantly,

"Zhang Jiawang, from Shuncheng, Beijing, is 39 years old. He works for a Shuncheng taxi company and has been driving for 20 years."

He said leisurely and calmly, "I remember you have a wife and an eleven-year-old daughter, right?"

"What does my wife do?" He pretended to think, "Tsk, let me think about it."

Seeing the man's trembling movements getting more and more intense, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Working as a cashier at Shuncheng Jiahui Supermarket, right?"

He chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "My daughter should be in junior high school now, right?"

"Tsk." He said regretfully, "What a pity."

He reported the man's information word for word, and every word terrified the man.

"How did you find out all this? What on earth are you going to do?!"

After loading the last bullet into the magazine, Ling Che raised one corner of his mouth, "Now I'm asking you, what exactly do you want to do?"

The man named Zhang Jiawang shouted hurriedly at the top of his voice, "I said I was just robbing money. I've already explained it to the police!"

"Robbery?" Ling Che chuckled, clearly not believing what he said.

"You went through so much trouble to get into that upscale residential complex, and went straight to the 22nd floor with a clear goal. How could you have assumed that that household was occupied?"

The other party was very thoughtful and had found out everything.

Zhang Jiawang was unable to refute it for a moment, and said stubbornly, "I'm just guessing!"

Ling Che raised his pistol and pointed the black muzzle at Zhang Jiawang.

The sack on his head was taken away. Zhang Jiawang just looked up and saw a rifle aimed directly at his head. His pupils suddenly dilated and he looked pale with fear.

"What are you going to do?"

Ling Che smiled, "Do you want to taste what a bullet tastes like?"

Zhang Jiawang was sweating profusely, his eyes wide open. "I really didn't want to kill her! I didn't mean to hurt her!"

"Oh!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

Along with the sound of a gunshot, there was also the man's soul-destroying howl.

The bullet shell landed crisply on the concrete ground beside his legs.

Zhang Jiawang collapsed on the ground, his eyes almost popping out, and he was so terrified that he looked like he had lost his soul.

He looked straight at the man sitting in front of him.

Ling Che smiled lightly and deliberately deflected the gun.

"Let me ask you again, who told you to do this?"

Zhang Jiawang curled up on the ground, shaking all over.

"I..." He was about to speak, but quickly shut his mouth, his face pale.

If he doesn't confess, he will be the one to die.

But his wife is still in that man's hands.

If he confessed, according to that person's methods, his wife and children would be killed, not to mention himself.

Now here, even if he died, at least he could still save his wife and children.

It is better for one person to die than for all three members of the family to die.

He gritted his teeth and said, "No one ordered me to do this! I was just greedy and wanted to make a fortune! It was just that woman's bad luck. She happened to be the one who opened the door!"

It seems that there is no way to pry open his mouth!

"You are really courting death!"

Ling Che's eyes flashed fiercely, and he raised his gun and pointed it at the man.

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!”

After a few loud gunshots, the bullets in the magazine were used up.

The man's body fell straight to the ground, his whole body stiff.

Dozens of bullet casings fell beside his body.

Qi Jin raised his foot and kicked the man lying on the ground, "Mr. Ling, you fainted from fright."

Ling Che fiercely put out the cigarette in his hand, "Damn it!"

He stood up and threw the gun in his hand to Qi Shui beside him, "Leave him to Director Song."

......

"You mean, Zhang Jiawang was taken away?"

A man's serious voice came through the phone.

"Yes! That idiot Zhang Jiawang kidnapped Qiao Ruyi right in front of Ling Che, but Ling Che caught him on the way and beat him half to death and sent him to the hospital."

Lin Hao quickly rolled two walnuts in his hands and spoke faster, "He was taken away right after he woke up in the hospital."

"Damn it! This is what you asked someone to do?!"

There was a roar from the man on the phone, followed by the sound of a teacup being overturned and smashed to pieces.

"I wanted you to deal with Ling Che's wife so that he wouldn't be able to focus on investigating his father's death! But you hired someone to kidnap his wife right in front of him! What a bunch of fucking idiots!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Cheng, it's indeed my fault that I didn't handle this well!"

Lin Hao quickly admitted his mistake, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, "I think the person who took Zhang Jiawang away must be Ling Che!"

"Do you even need to tell me this? Who else could it be if not him?"

The man roared angrily, "Do you think he won't investigate this? His father's affairs haven't been thoroughly investigated yet, and now he's touching his wife. Do you think he'll let this go?"

"What should we do then, Mr. Cheng?"

When Lin Hao heard this, he was so anxious that the two walnuts in his hand were about to smoke. "If he finds out that I sent someone to do it, he won't let me go!"

The man snorted coldly, "Now you just pray that Zhang Jiawang doesn't sell you out!"

Lin Hao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "His wife and children are still in my hands. He shouldn't be so stupid, right?"

The man said in a deep voice, "I'll tell that important person about this. Just wish you the best!"

Lin Hao quickly said, "Boss Cheng, you have to talk to that big shot and ask him to come out and save me!"

Before he could finish his words, there was a knock on the door outside the dim tea room.

Lin Hao raised his mustache and looked outside vigilantly, and the knock on the door sounded again.

"Who?"

He quickly hung up the phone and got up to open the door.

As the door opened, a playing card with a familiar logo fell at my feet.

Seeing the mark on it clearly, his eyes widened quickly and he took a step back in disbelief.

Then the rifle was pressed tightly against his forehead.

The man was tall, wearing a black hooded coat and a wide baseball cap on his head.

The walnut in his hand fell to the ground, and Lin Hao's eyes widened, "Fu, Fu, Fu Brother!"

The man called Brother Fu smiled softly, his tone so calm that it seemed as if he was just greeting him casually.

"Boss Lin, someone wants to buy your life from me again. Don't you think your life is too popular?"