Miao Zhihua raised his head and looked at Ji Bu, holding his chest with a look of despair: "Come, kill me and avenge your brother Ali!"
"Now that you have guessed it, let's put an end to this matter!"
Finished.
He closed his eyes and stopped talking.
"Why?"
Ji Bu squatted down in front of him, stretched out his hand to grasp Miao Zhihua's collar, and looked at him with cold eyes:
"Tell me why? Why do you do this?"
"Why?"
Miao Zhihua glanced sideways at Ji Bu: "How can there be so many reasons in this world? The world is bustling with people coming and going, and benefits have their purposes."
"I don't understand."
Ji Bu looked at Miao Zhihua and continued:
"If you need to get rid of Lin Kun simply because the interests between you and Lin Kun have broken down, why would you go to such trouble to fish me out?"
"As things have developed now, the evidence in the hands of my brother Ali has become the key to your fight. But on the other hand, if you had not fished me out, then these things would not have happened now."
"Without me, everything would come to an abrupt end, and there would be no current situation at all. So, why do you bother to put me in the game?!"
"..."
When Miao Zhihua faced Ji Bu's rhetorical question, the corners of his mouth twitched twice and he said nothing.
"Answer me!"
Ji Bu grabbed Miao Zhihua's collar and pulled him in front of him: "Answer me why!"
"No reason!"
Miao Zhihua gritted his teeth and replied in an extremely blunt manner: "We didn't consider this flaw at the beginning. We just wanted to get rid of Lin Kun."
"We took great pains to arrange for Ali to go undercover."
Ji Bu murmured to himself, squinting at Miao Zhihua: "After Ali's problem, you first got rid of him and then still persevered to find me, just to kill Lin Kun?!"
He frowned slightly: "You don't feel like a gangster to me, but more like a drug gang. Are you personally helping the Eight-faced Buddha get rid of its market competitors?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
Miao Zhihua replied in a stiff tone.
"Last question."
Ji Bu leaned forward and looked at Miao Zhihua expressionlessly: "Let's talk about Zhang Wenyao!"
"When I unexpectedly went to see Customs Supervisor Hou Jingcheng, he told me that the person who instructed him to do this was Senior Superintendent Zhang Wenyao."
"And when I asked you, you also told me that the leader of the criminal police was Zhang Wenyao."
"Then the question is, you are a rogue police officer, how can you openly reveal the person behind you to me?"
"Hou Jingcheng told me that the black policeman was Zhang Wenyao. You said the same thing. You are definitely trying to mislead me."
"Although your confessions and Hou Jingcheng's confessions match up, Senior Superintendent Zhang Wenyao was just a police officer engaged in personnel work, and the timeline does not match up with yours at all."
Ji Bu frowned slightly and asked word for word: "Sir Miao, are you still hiding something that you haven't told me?"
"Jibu!"
Miao Zhihua sneered and said disdainfully: "Kill if you want, don't talk so much nonsense, I have already told you everything I need to tell you!"
"Of course, you have to understand one thing before you shoot. Once I die, your identity will never come back."
"You have to think about it!"
"Uh-huh."
Ji Bu's eyelids narrowed immediately, he lifted Miao Zhihua up from the ground, and emotionally grabbed his collar and retreated to the rocks behind:
"Are you bigger than me? How dare you fucking dare to be bigger than me?"
He turned to Song Zijie and shouted: "Give me the gun!"
"."
Song Zijie's lips twitched, he thought for a moment and handed the 38 points to Ji Bu.
"Come!"
Ji Bu put his .38 on Miao Zhihua's head, pushed him against the rocks, and roared in a deep voice:
"Say that again!"
"Shoot, you fucking shoot!"
Miao Zhihua was not afraid at all, and shouted with great momentum: "Only I know your identity, come on, shoot me, shoot me!"
"Grass!"
Ji Bu gritted his teeth, grabbed Miao Zhihua and pushed him directly into the sea water.
"Cuckoo"
Miao Zhihua choked and struggled to raise his head from the sea: "Shoot!"
"Are you older than me?"
"You shoot!"
"Shoot!"
The violent quarrel between the two people sounded from behind the reef.
"Bang!"
With the sound of a gunshot, Miao Zhihua's voice suddenly stopped, and then his body fell straight down on the beach.
"Jibu."
Song Zijie rushed up, first looked at Miao Zhihua's body on the ground, and then at Ji Bu: "Did you really kill him?"
"When he dies, he dies."
Ji Bu gritted his teeth, leaned against the huge rock, took out a cigarette, lit it for himself and took a deep puff:
"With Miao Zhihua's cheerfulness, he will die if he dies."
"well"
Song Zijie sighed, not knowing what to say.
At the same time.
On a hillside about fifty meters away from the beach.
A young man with short hair was lying on the ground, his body perfectly hidden by the weeds on the hillside.
He held a sniper rifle on his shoulder. Ji Bu and Song Zijie, who disappeared behind the rocks through the scope, relaxed their fingers on the trigger, and then said into the air headset:
"Report report, the target is lost, the target is lost, the shooting opportunity has been lost, Miao Zhihua is dead."
Ten meters away.
In a car under the shade trees.
Hou Jingcheng was sitting in the car, holding a telescope and looking at the situation on the beach, when he heard the voice of a sniper on the intercom.
There was an earphone on his ear, and the line was connected to the monitor machine placed on the passenger seat.
In the headphones.
He clearly captured the conversation between Ji Bu, Miao Zhihua, and Song Zijie on the beach just now, and he could hear it clearly.
"I know, I've seen it."
Hou Jingcheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, sneered, and then gave instructions: "If Miao Zhihua is dead, then he is dead, and we can call it a day."
"Received, received, Over!"
After receiving Hou Jingcheng's order, the short-haired man immediately began to prepare to retreat and immediately started packing his things.
He put back the sniper rifle in front of him and began to disassemble it skillfully.
At this moment.
"Tsk"
The short-haired man suddenly heard a smacking sound in his ears, and the sound resounded in his ears like thunder.
The man shivered, and in shock, he subconsciously abandoned the half-disassembled sniper rifle in his hand and reached for the pistol on his waist.
"Click."
The sound of bullets being loaded sounded, and the silver Beretta pistol was pressed against his head: "Don't move, if you move you will die..."
"..."
The short-haired man gritted his teeth and gave up the idea of drawing a gun. He lay on the ground and raised his hands, turning to look at the middle-aged man who appeared behind him at some unknown time.
"Grass!"
The middle-aged man was wearing a large trench coat, holding a Beretta with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He looked askance at the short-haired man with a disdainful expression on his face:
"I've been staring at you for a fucking long time, do you know that?!"
He raised his hand to pick out the headset from the sniper's hand, and curled his lips disdainfully: "You are like this, why are you playing with a sniper rifle?"
"..."
The short-haired man's lips moved and he was speechless for a moment.
·····
In the car.
After Hou Jingcheng gave the sniper the instruction to retreat, he happily picked up the camera mounted on his seat.
Press playback.
The camera just filmed the quarrel between Ji Bu and Miao Zhihua, and soon after gunshots were heard, the scene of Miao Zhihua's body falling to the ground was replayed.
"Tsk tsk."
Hou Jingcheng was speechless with joy, patted the camera, and began to pack up the camera's scaffolding:
"Ji Bu, Ji Bu, are you worthy of playing with us even though you are so playful? With your IQ, even ten of you are no match for us."
"You idiot who thinks you have a good imagination and thinks you have got all the truth. Do you really think the criminal policeman is Miao Zhihua?"
"The Yan family shovel, kill your boss and wait for death."
He put the tripod into the storage bag, closed the camera and placed it on the passenger seat, then buckled up the seat belt and turned the key to start the car, muttering to himself:
"You think you can take advantage of us by setting up a game for me? Haha, you are so naive!"
Think about it for a while.
Hou Jingcheng picked up his mobile phone first and made a call, directly to the middle-aged man. When the call was connected, he said in a respectful tone:
"Miao Zhihua died. The video was captured and recorded."
"very good."
The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction: "Well done. For things to develop so smoothly, your acting skills have played a role that cannot be ignored."
"Excellent."
Hou Jingcheng nodded and bowed, and waved his hand very reservedly: "The main credit is yours. You were so thoughtful and perfect that you calculated them all. I just added a little to the flames."
"Um."
The middle-aged man responded with a loud voice: "Okay, come back first."
"OK."
Hou Jingcheng nodded quickly and waited for the middle-aged man to hang up the phone first before hanging up the phone and sighed:
"Hey, I have to say that the higher-ups were smart. With a little trickery, they could easily get rid of Miao Zhihua through Ji Bu's help."
He was obviously in a good mood, humming a little tune, controlled the steering wheel to merge the car from the roadside onto the highway, and drove away:
"Ji Bu, Ji Bu, with this video of you shooting Miao Zhihua and shooting the policeman, I see how you can clear your name now!"
"Now, all the lies have become real."
Hou Jingcheng exerted force on his feet and clicked on the brakes. Looking at the turning intersection ahead, he slowed down the car and turned the steering wheel to control the direction to turn right, preparing to merge into the main road.
Just then.
In the alley next to it.
Suddenly, a car jumped out from inside. It was traveling very fast, and the front of the car hit Hou Jingcheng's side.
"Bang."
The car made a muffled sound and was hit hard. Hou Jingcheng, who was sitting in the car, was shaken.
"I'll beat your lungs out!"
Hou Jingcheng cursed angrily, and subconsciously glanced at the camera placed on the passenger seat. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he got out of the car with a curse:
"Xie Jia Tuan, there are no cars on this road, you rush out so damn fast, you are looking for death!"
At this moment.
"Bang."
There was another crash.
Another car collided directly from behind, and Hou Jingcheng had no time to react.
In this way.
Two cars, one on the left and one on the right, directly sandwiched his car.
In the car.
Hou Jingcheng, who had his fingers on the car door latch and was about to get out of the car to argue with the perpetrator, was hit and staggered again. His body hit the steering wheel and was shaken.
"Fuck you!"
Hou Jingcheng's mentality was completely exploded. He was furious. He stabilized his body and was just about to get out of the car. When he looked at the cars sandwiching him on the left and right, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
These two cars were so strange. The timing of the collision was too coincidental. Moreover, after hitting me, the other car showed no intention of getting out of the car.
"not good!"
Hou Jingcheng's eyelids jumped. He retracted his hand that was originally resting on the door latch. He started the ignition, put down the handbrake and started to drive away. With the accelerator fully applied, he chose to run away without hesitation.
only.
The two cars had him stuck in the middle. How could he drive out so easily? The hood of the car roared, the door was opened and thick smoke billowed, but he still couldn't drive out at all.
.
"Oh shit."
Hou Jingcheng saw his car being pushed to the side uncontrollably. He was so angry that he hammered the steering wheel. He even thought about vomiting blood. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "I'm really screwing your mother."
For today's camp, in order to keep a low profile, Hou Jingcheng specially chose an inconspicuous old car.
This old, dilapidated car, which was already low on horsepower, was hit twice in a row, causing the front bumper to fall off and the hood to bulge. Then, with the two cars attacking from the front and back, it couldn't run anymore.
I can only let myself be pushed away by the opponent.
"No. 1, No. 1!"
Hou Jingcheng watched his car being pushed towards the blind spot by the opponent's car step by step, and shouted at the sniper in a hurried tone into the headset:
"Come here, come here, I have a problem here, come here and help me solve them."
"Something went wrong?"
A strange man's voice came from the headset, his voice was calm and magnetic, and he said in an unhurried tone: "As long as there is a problem, I'm waiting for you."
"who!"
Hou Jingcheng was like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on. He almost jumped out of his seat: "Who the hell are you!"
"Mark Lee."
Mark Li stated his name calmly: "Do you know me? Don't you know me? But it doesn't matter, it's not a big problem."
"..."
Hou Jingcheng's lips twitched, and with an ugly expression, he took off the headset and threw it heavily on the co-pilot, and thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He was panicked.
"Bang."
With a muffled sound.
The car was finally pushed against the corner of the wall and got stuck.
"Crack."
In the car on the left front.
The car door was pushed open.
A man with short white hair, white clothes and white trousers opened the car door and jumped out of the car. He easily held a small hand with his left hand and closed the car door with his right hand, and walked towards Hou Jingcheng.
He stepped to the front of the car and looked at Hou Jingcheng sitting in the driver's seat with an expressionless face.
Hou Jingcheng looked at the white-haired man holding a gun and swallowed, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Their eyes met through the windshield of the car.
The white-haired man didn't say a word. He pointed the muzzle of the microflush gun in his left hand at Hou Jingcheng who was sitting in the car. He put his right hand on the trigger and pulled it directly.
"Da da da!"
The slight impact instantly spurted out tongues of flame, and bullets swept across the area.
"ah!"
Hou Jingcheng screamed in panic, holding his head and lowering his head and curling up on the seat, bullets flying by his ears and bullets that were shattered by the bullets sputtered in all directions.
soon.
A round of bullets was fired in just a few seconds.
The body of the car was riddled with holes, and the entire front windshield was completely shattered by the bullets that had just struck it.
In the driver's seat.
Hou Jingcheng huddled together with his head in his hands, his body twitching constantly.
Underneath.
The trousers had already been soaked with urine, dripping down the trouser legs.
The man in white took out a magazine from his pocket, replaced the magazine skillfully, pushed the bullet into the chamber of the gun, pointed the muzzle at Hou Jingcheng, and then moved the muzzle.
Hou Jingcheng watched this action, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, opened the car door and got out of the car shivering.
"Shithugui!"
Wuying, who came down next to him, rushed forward, raised his foot and kicked Hou Jingcheng to the ground. He stomped hard on his fat face, leaving two clear footprints:
"The Yan family shovel, you fucking dare to bully me like a fly?!"
"Boom!"
He scolded and kicked violently.
The hard sole kicked Hou Jingcheng in the face, knocking out his front teeth and causing blood to flow freely.
"Wrong, I was wrong."
Hou Jingcheng's words were leaked, he covered his head and begged for mercy: "Brother Wuying, please let me go, I know I was wrong."
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