Mutian stopped the car and turned off the engine, turned off the lights, opened the door and got out of the car. He strode to the parked Buick, looked around cautiously, opened the door and got into the passenger seat.
It's indeed Pique.
"You are late."
Piqué glanced at his watch, stared straight ahead, glanced left and right, and said.
"It's a bit urgent."
"Has it been dealt with?"
"Okay. How is it here? It's this time and they haven't come yet?"
"It will come. I guess they are waiting for the response staff to arrive. There is still a chance to attack, which is when you are the most tired. Do you know when people are the most tired and the slowest to react?" Pique looked at it at this time.
Mu Tian.
"You don't look good. Did something big happen?" Using the skylight, Pique noticed that Mu Tian's face looked haggard. He skipped the previous question and asked Mu Tian directly.
"It's okay, I said it was taken care of." Mu Tian's tone was filled with annoyance, and the memories of his past life came back to his mind. Senior sister Lin Man also looked at himself in this way, before they set out to round up the drug lord.
"Okay then. Follow me and don't turn on the light." Seeing that Mu Tian didn't want to say more, Piqué stopped forcing him and said in a deep voice.
Mutian opened the door and got out of the car and walked back to his car. As soon as he started the car, Pique's car made a sharp U-turn and rushed in front of him. Mutian started the car and followed.
Wang Muliang didn't want to use force at first, thinking that things that could be solved with money were nothing. But Mu Tian, a little red guy who didn't know the heights of the world, actually teamed up with Gao Dalie to fight with open fire! This is unbearable.
Is Mu Ye's neck prepared for your kid to ride on and pee? Not only did you steal my cash, but you even gave half of it to that old immortal Gao Dali in front of me. I don't need it, Mu Ye.
Now you are in the ocean, but this damn insult is too strong. Aren't you just a low-class self-proclaimed detective? The newspaper in the Bird Concession still boasts that you can talk to the dead. This time I will make you a dead man. Go down and follow
Let those dead ghosts go chatting!
Thinking of this, Wang Muliang sneered twice and pressed the button on the table.
Dong Jianming knocked on the door and came in, "Commander, what are your orders?"
"Where is the response team?"
"I reported to you half an hour ago. It is estimated that we will arrive at the designated location by now." Dong Jianming responded quietly.
"Okay, wait until they are in place and start fighting immediately." Wang Muliang punched the table.
The phone rang suddenly.
Dong Jianming picked up one receiver, listened for a while, put it down, picked up another one, answered it, and handed it to Wang Muliang, "The seat is Tian Wenzhong."
Wang Muliang glanced at Dong Jianming, took the receiver, and pulled over a map.
Dong Jianming hurried forward, unfolded the map, and held down one side.
"Report to the bureau, the response team is in place." Tian Wenzhong reported on the phone.
"Where are you?"
"Reporting to the bureau, I am reinforcing the second line. The first line reported that the advance team has sneaked into the target fifty meters away. Everything is normal in the target area. The first line has also reached the designated position."
"Okay, take action in five minutes." Wang Muliang pointed at the map and ordered with the receiver. "Remember, your second line is required to start the fight first. Don't shoot into the sky, but fire at targets on the ground. The louder the noise, the better. The target can be brought back.
It's best, if it doesn't work, just let me solve it on the spot! For the rest, you know the rules. After the matter is completed, I will give you one million and find a place to live a happy life."
"Thank you for your seat, I will not hesitate to mess with you." Tian Wen said the key point.
At this time, Tian Wenzhong was in a very elegant bedroom in a three-story building in a small courtyard two blocks away from Fandli.
Putting down the phone, he checked his watch. One block further away was what he called the reinforcement front line, where he arranged a six-person team.
The six-man advance team was already waiting fifty meters away from the target.
A security team of twenty-four people was arranged on the perimeter behind him. It was only one block away from him. The tactical depth was obviously a bit short, but it was easy to connect with him and respond at any time.
From Tian Wenzhong's point of view, it is not worth spending such a high price to deal with Lin Xiangyun, a weakling with no strength. This raid almost used all the existing latent forces of the Nan City Police Department in the concession.
.The price is really too high.
He thought that Wang Muliang had been deceived by that boy Mu Tian. Putting aside, Mu Tian would definitely be more vigilant against Lin Xiangyun on this day. Although Mu Tian was a private detective, who knew who was behind him? Anyone who could see it was
There is Gao Darie. He is a murderous master who has experienced hundreds of battles. And what about the invisible one? If he gets involved by himself, he has little chance of winning. This is why Tian Wenzhong has arranged four six-man groups around the rear.
reason.
However, along the way, he did not expect that Mu Tian would be so lax. Maybe he thought that Wang Muliang was scared out of his wits? If this was the case, then Mu Tian really underestimated Wang Muliang. Although Wang Muliang was a pig butcher, he was a scheming person.
He was very skillful in playing, and he could also see through other people's schemes. Wang Muliang probably calculated that Mutian thought that he would not dare to attack and capture people that day, because Mutian also calculated to this point. Obviously, Wang Muliang thought that he
It was a strange move.
Tian Wenzhong thought that after all, he was an executor. He also gave Wang Muliang suggestions in advance, saying that now was not the best time, and that he could also take the approach of inviting Lin Xiangyun. Therefore, no matter whether he succeeded or failed tonight, he would
What we wanted to do was to have 51 million people run away. If we lose, we will just run away. We just have money but no money.
Tian Wenzhong looked at his watch and saw that there were still three seconds to go until five minutes.
He took out his gun, walked to the window, and fired three shots at the trees in the yard.
Then, fierce fighting broke out from many points on the second line arranged by Tian Wenzhong.
At this time, Pique and Mutian were between the second and first lines in Tian Wenzhong. When they heard the fierce gunshots, they instinctively ran two steps tight and stood against the wall.
"What's going on?" Mu Tian asked nervously.
Peak didn't say anything, but took out an M1911 from his waist and handed it to Mu Tian, and took out two more magazines.
Mu Tian hesitated for a moment, then took it, glanced at the magazine and saw that it was full, then stuffed it into his pocket, pulled the trigger, held it with both hands, and looked in the opposite direction of Piqué.
M1911 is equipped with a silencer.
"Oh, I have played with guns."
"Nonsense, hurry up and figure out the situation." Mu Tian said in a deep voice.
The gunshots paused for a while and then rang out again.
Pique pulled the walkie-talkie from behind and said, "Group B reports, I am from Group A."
"Group B received it, your location?"
Pique looked at the wall behind him, rolled over, crossed the narrow alley, stood close to the strong wall on the opposite side, raised his hand to light up the lighter, shook it, and extinguished it.
"Group B saw you and found six fire points, three hundred meters away from the target, arranged in a circle. There was only gunfire and no hot spots. There was one 120 meters behind you at seven o'clock. The target is currently
There is nothing abnormal. Repeat, there is nothing abnormal about the target." Cookwood held up an infrared telescope from the first commanding height, a huge walkie-talkie on his shoulder, clamped on his head, and a Springfield 1903a4 sniper rifle beside him.
"Call group c."
"Team C received it. An M2 went to position 107 and was on standby."
"Group C received an M2 and a 107 on mobile standby."
After Pique finished speaking, he put the walkie-talkie on his back, rolled over continuously, and returned to Mutian.