While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 696
Wang Xiaohong!
That figure was well-dressed, with his hair and beard trimmed in a fashionable manner. Regardless of his skin color, at first glance, he looked like a typical person who had lived in Italy for a long time.

However, no matter how it changed, Song He could still recognize at a glance that the person who had just walked out of La Scala in this photo was Wang Xiaohong who had escaped from Chai Wendong's hand!

"Because the internal investigation of the police force has not found anyone who has been in contact with him, we have not launched any form of investigation this time." Shen Jianghe said seriously: "So when you get there, you must start the investigation from scratch."

"The identity prepared for you this time, except that the name is arranged according to your old habits, the rest are handled according to the standard of tourists. If you encounter problems that you can't solve, go to the embassy. I have already said hello."

Song He nodded, and carefully examined the photo in his hand: "This guy has a good life."

"This just shows that he has been prepared for a long time." Shen Jianghe warned: "The time between his escape and his appearance in Italy is not long. If he took an illegal way, it is impossible for him to appear so quickly and unscrupulously in Italy. The entrance of the famous Grand Theater."

"However, the formal channels are always under our control. We checked all flights to Italy after he disappeared, and there was no one suspected of being Wang Xiaohong."

"So we don't have any clues about the channel he sneaked into. And no matter what method he used to enter Italy, Wang Xiaohong's identity will never be used again."

"I know." Song He collected the photo: "Looking at his appearance, the identity he is using now should be that he has obtained permanent residency in Italy, and there is a high probability that he is of Italian Chinese descent."

Seeing Song He's confident and calm expression, Shen Jianghe nodded and said, "If you have a direction, go ahead. The matter is urgent. Don't let him run away again."

"Master, don't worry." Song He responded, and turned to Chai Wendong: "Brother, please be a torch for a while, and cover it up for me in Qindu, and don't let the truth slip."

Chai Wendong solemnly agreed: "Don't worry about checking, I'm here in Qindu, and I will never hold you back!"

Seeing this, Song He felt a little relieved, and after saying goodbye to the two, he turned and left Qindu Police Station, checked the time, and went straight to the airport without stopping.

Because Song He booked the fastest departure flight and spent a lot of time on the way to the airport, he only had time to buy a copy of "Italian Common Greetings" when he arrived at the airport and it was time to board the plane.

But Song He is not in a hurry, anyway, he will have time to adapt to the language when he arrives in Italy, and as long as Wang Xiaohong does not leave Micheng, the murderer system will never let him go.

Twelve hours later, Song He, who walked out of Micheng Airport, immediately turned on the murderer system, and soon found Wang Xiaohong [-] kilometers away.

"It seems that you are planning to settle here." Song He breathed a sigh of relief, and then whispered in distress: "Although you saved me a lot of time by not running away, it is not realistic to report so soon."

After all, Song He looked up at the night-shrouded sky, stopped a taxi, told Wang Xiaohong's address and sat in the back row, ready to check on Wang Xiaohong's specific situation, and try to investigate the detailed situation before reporting. Shen Jianghe.

The taxi driver listened to Song He's well-spoken Italian, and thought about the location of Song He's destination, and immediately regarded him as an Italian Chinese returning from a trip, and gave up the idea of ​​killing a toll.

Not long after Song He left the airport in a taxi, a mixed-race man who had just finished dinner in a hotel near Wang Xiaohong's residence learned the news of Song He's arrival in Italy from Daniel.

"He moves quite quickly." The mixed-race man wiped his mouth with a napkin, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, but his tone was not obviously happy or angry: "Sun Xiaohai? It seems that he, like me, doesn't like being discovered about his true identity .”

"Check the hotel where he stayed, and don't approach him rashly until he finds out about Wang Xiaohong, otherwise he will definitely notice."

Daniel nodded with a tangled expression, but turned and left without saying anything.

"Uncle Zhong, look at Daniel." The mixed-race man laughed, looked at the closed door and said to Uncle Zhong behind him, "He definitely doesn't want Song to have problems."

Uncle Zhong pursed his lips and paused for a moment before saying, "Song is indeed a very interesting person."

"That's right." The smile on the mixed-race man's face disappeared when he heard the words, and he sighed softly: "But the person who is so interesting that I gave him my friendship turned out to be a policeman. To be honest, such a problem and the answer behind it, But it's a bit beyond my comprehension."

Uncle Zhong looked at the mixed-race man with some distress, knowing that he did not expect him to give an answer as he also didn't know what to do. He sighed inwardly and put his generous palm on the shoulder of the mixed-race man.

After a while, the mixed-race man took a deep breath, his expression returned to normal and said: "Uncle Zhong, please contact Deqiao. It's time to let him play a role."

Uncle Zhong put the laptop on the table in front of the mixed-race man without saying a word, and then put the mask and gloves on for him.

The mixed-race man wearing a treacherous mask turned on the computer, opened the communication software, and clicked on a name in the address book.

Immediately afterwards, a real-time video dialog box appeared on the computer screen, in which a middle-aged Italian man greeted nervously: "Mr. Rocky, hello, is there anything I can do for you? "

"You are very punctual, Mr. Dejo." The mixed-race man smiled easily: "Besides, don't be so nervous. This time I just want you to send a message. It's a very simple matter."

The Italian middle-aged man named De Qiao was obviously relieved, and a smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Rocky, please tell me, I will do my best to do it."

"I appreciate your attitude, Mr. De Qiao." The mixed-race man praised, and said calmly: "Mr. Diego must be very happy."

"Mr. Di...Mr. Diego?" Dejo's face changed instantly, his face was as pale as if his blood had been sucked out instantly: "Mr. Mateo Diego?"

"It seems that you know him, that would be great." There was a playful smile on the face of the mixed-race man behind the mask
De Qiao was shocked when he heard the words, and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No, no, I don't know Mr. Diego, I just heard his name..."

"It's okay, I can tell you his contact information." The mixed-race man looked at the expression on Dejo's face and smiled with satisfaction: "This is your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, understand?"

"Opportunity..." De Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to understand something, his face quickly became rosy again, and he nodded again and again: "I understand! I sincerely praise you! Mr. Rocky!"

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of little effort." The mixed-race man tilted his head and smiled indifferently, and said word by word: "Please tell him that Cassel has returned to Inter Milan and is staying at Hotel Miro."

"If he asks where you got the news, you can say that I told you. As for when to inform him, you will know, Monsieur Dejo."

De Qiao quickly wrote it down, and after repeating it, thanked the mixed-race man again excitedly.

(End of this chapter)