() When Wang Xiaobo heard the gunfire, he reacted very quickly and did not go out directly from the door. He put one hand on the window sill and jumped from the second floor.
When he ran to the door of the reception room, he saw a young man who had been shot in the head and fell in a pool of blood. He listened carefully and heard the sound of rapid footsteps gradually disappearing sixty or seventy meters to the west. The two security guards who came out of the communication room said, "Inform the police station quickly." Before he could finish speaking, the man had already ran more than ten meters away.
Wang Xiaobo was not afraid of being seen even in the dark night. He used Qinggong and quickly chased towards the west. Looking closely, there seemed to be a vague figure in front of him, jumping up and down wildly, and the speed seemed to be very fast.
It seems that this person is also a practitioner. Wang Xiaobo's desire to win was aroused, and the fifth level of mental skills suddenly broke out in his mind, and his speed increased a few points.
The man seemed to have noticed someone chasing after him. Perhaps he was a brave man. He suddenly stopped, turned around, holding both pistols in his hands, and stared coldly at Wang Xiaobo, who was gradually approaching: "Oh, is the speed good? There are two. ah."
Wang Xiaobo also stopped and saw a middle-aged man in his early thirties across from him, but he still had acne on his face. The acne on his face, although in the dark night, was still faintly glowing with red light. In his hands, The two guns he was carrying were hanging down naturally, unlike the common sight in movies where they were holding the guns flat and pointing at each other nervously.
Wang Xiaobo knew that this was a professional killer, and not just any ordinary killer. Seeing him holding a gun and not caring, it was clear that he was cold and confident. Coldness is the nature that a professional killer must have; self-confidence is a certain level. It reflects the killer's skills. He regards the opponent as a chicken waiting to be killed at any time. This is the killer's cold and confident weird thinking.
Wang Xiaobo smiled matter-of-factly, his smile was so bright and innocent. The middle-aged man with acne on his face looked at him inexplicably at first, but gradually he realized an inexplicable feeling in his laughter. pressure, a kind of hot momentum. His coldness and confidence seemed to be gradually oxidized and disappeared in this almost innocent smile.
He finally couldn't hold it any longer, raised his hands, and pointed his hands flat at the other side.
At the same time, Wang Xiaobo suddenly fell backward and slid forward while lying flat.
When the killer reacted and pressed his hands down again, his knees had already been hit hard by Wang Xiaobo, and his hands unconsciously lifted up again, kicking, kicking, kicking and falling backwards. The killer didn't. Seeing the opportunity, he rolled back and stabilized his body. When he looked again, the figure opposite him was nowhere to be seen.
The killer was horrified. He didn't know why, but someone tapped him on the shoulder: "Why, you still want to compete again?" A cold taunt came from behind.
The killer stood there frozen. A killer without self-confidence is worse than a chicken waiting to be killed. If his heart is dead, is he still dead?
"Since we don't want to fight anymore, let's tell you who the deceased is?" Wang Xiaobo asked coldly from behind him.
The killer may have lost his mind and answered mechanically: "Just a farmer from Da'ao Village."
Da'ao Village? Isn't that Chen Xiaomao's village? The killer actually wanted to kill the villagers of an almost isolated village? What is the inside story and what secrets are there? Wang Xiaobo felt a little incredible. So he asked again: "Who sent you to kill him?"
Although the killer's heart was dead, the deep-rooted professional ethics still remained in his mind. He suddenly woke up, an imperceptible sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth, and he slowly raised one hand.
The gunshot rang out, and the killer hit himself in the jaw, ending his career as a killer.
Wang Xiaobo shook his head helplessly, checked the deceased's breath, sighed, and walked away.
When they arrived in front of the office building, the police station had already gone out and was investigating the scene. Seeing Wang Xiaobo coming, the director hurriedly ran over to report: "Secretary Wang, the deceased is a man, about twenty years old, who was shot in the head.
All to death."
Wang Xiaobo thought, these are all obvious, why do you need to report? It seems that you, the director of the police station, are only at this level. But others are always hot-faced, so why should I be cold-assed? So he remained silent.
He said seductively: "The deceased is a villager in Da'ao Village. Do you know what major events have happened in Da'ao Village recently?"
The director looked at Wang Xiaobo in surprise. It was really strange. Secretary Wang had just taken up his post in Beishan and knew that the deceased was a villager in Da'ao Village? But he didn't dare to ask him, so he had to answer honestly: "I didn't hear that."
I told you what happened in Da'ao Village recently."
Seeing that Wang Xiaobo couldn't find out anything, he stopped asking and just said: "The killer has committed suicide. He is about 500 meters to the west. You guys go and deal with it."
The director was even more shocked. Secretary Wang was so amazing. He even knew where the killer was dead and where he died. It seemed that he had to be careful in the future, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he died if he caught him.
Wang Xiaobo stopped arguing with him and walked towards the second floor. As soon as he climbed onto the stairs of the second floor, he heard someone timidly calling him from behind: "Secretary Wang, I, I..."
Wang Xiaobo turned around and saw one of the two security guards. He smiled kindly and said, "You called me? Sometimes? Come on! Come up and tell me."
The security guard may have been infected by Wang Xiaobo's friendly smile, so he boldly ran upstairs. Wang Xiaobo put his hand on his shoulder and asked, "Young man, what's your surname?"
In fact, Wang Xiaobo is younger than him, but he is the party secretary of this copper mine and the largest official here. In the past, Ru Dahai always ignored them, let alone said a word. But this
At this moment, the official was still hugging his shoulders like an old friend, which flattered him even more. He stuttered and answered the question: "Wang, Secretary Wang, I, I have something to report to you."
Wang Xiaobo hugged his shoulders tighter: "Come, sit down in my office and talk slowly." He then pulled him into the office.
After Wang Xiaobo made him a cup of tea, he asked again: "What's your surname? Where are you from?"
The security guard finally calmed down and replied: "My name is Chen Dagou, and I live in Da'ao Village."
When Wang Xiaobo heard the story, he asked, "Do you know the young man who died?"
Chen Dagou nodded: "He is from our village. He came to Beishan this time to see me. He wanted to introduce you to me and report some problems to you. That day, I went back to Da'ao and told you about your leadership in flood relief.
Dabao was very touched..."
"Dabao?" Wang Xiaobo interrupted.
Chen Dagou explained: "Oh, that's the person who died. His name was Chen Dabao. He was the younger brother of Chen Xiaoli, the former teacher in our village. Chen Xiaoli was so beautiful. She looked like a painting. She was really more beautiful than a movie star.
And her heart is even more beautiful. A few years ago, after graduating from normal school, she did not go there, but stayed in her hometown and taught children to read. Therefore, the elderly and children in our village all like her."
As Chen Dagou spoke, he picked up the teacup and took a sip. He clicked his tongue, looked at the tea leaves inside, and drank again and again.
Wang Xiaobo thought, this guy is really illogical in what he says. He keeps banging his head here and there, but he still hasn't gotten to the point yet. But he can't rush him, and he finally settles down, otherwise he will stutter again, so he has to wait patiently.
His following.
Chen Dagou drank almost all the tea, then reluctantly put down the tea cup. He gave Wang Xiaobo a silly smile and continued: "Xiao Li is really good at teaching. The children all affectionately call her Aunt Xiao Li."
"Aunt Xiaoli?" She was probably the Aunt Xiaoli Chen Maomao was talking about that day? Wang Xiaobo seemed to understand something and asked: "Was this Aunt Xiaoli banned from teaching by Qiu Yiqing later?"
Chen Dagou nodded: "You also know this? Secretary Qiu suddenly ran to Da'ao Village that day, saying that he was here to inspect the construction of two civilizations in the village. It just so happened that a few militiamen in the village killed a wild boar the day before.
Got a cross mountain
A, he stayed in the village to have dinner. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he said to the village chief, I heard that there is an Aunt Xiaoli in your village who teaches very well. Let her come over and I will test her."
Here, he looked at the empty tea cup again.
Wang Xiaobo thought to himself, this young man is quite particular. He stood up and refilled his tea cup with water.
Chen Dagou took a sip of water before continuing: "You think, the secretary has already spoken, what can the village chief do, so he has to call Chen Xiaoli over. When Secretary Qiu saw it, he was shocked on the spot and insisted on letting Chen Xiaoli drink with him.
Chen Xiaoli had no choice but to drink two drinks with him. Unexpectedly, Secretary Qiu got drunk after drinking two glasses of wine. His body tilted and he fell all over Chen Xiaoli."
As Chen Dagou spoke, he suddenly stood up and cursed: "Tmd, this Qiu Yiqing is really a turtle bastard..."