While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 933
When the bald man named Corey ended the video communication with the mixed-race man, he was frightened, exhausted and found that the sky outside the window had brightened.

After sitting in the chair in a daze for more than ten seconds, Corey's stiff eyeballs finally rolled, and then his eyes fell on the mobile phone beside him.

"Gavin, Lal, you are all wrong, the devil knows everything..."

After muttering something with a complicated expression, Corey picked up the phone and muttered silently for a long time before turning on the recording mode and dialing a number.

Soon, the call was connected. Corey took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I tried to contact Rocky, but the communication is still not connected. I will try again tonight, and then it will be your turn, Lal."

"Huh." A man breathed a sigh of relief from the handset of the mobile phone, and then said with a relaxed smile, "Cory, take a look, Lady Luck is on our side!"

"Kelvin is interrogating Sif Tang, and I believe there will be a result soon! And now Loki is still in a state of being unable to contact, which is enough to prove that he is too busy to take care of himself now!"

"As long as we can get his true identity information, then it will be a perfect opportunity for us to get rid of Loki and get rid of control!"

"Yeah..." Corey shook his head silently when he heard the words, glanced at the mobile phone in his hand, felt the joy from the other party through the mobile phone, and suddenly felt a little absurd in his heart.

However, full of urgency and fear in his heart, he quickly struggled out of this sense of absurdity, licked his dry lips and said, "Maybe in a few days, we can celebrate getting rid of that annoying rope."

"Hahaha! Corey, you finally let go of that ridiculous burden in your heart!" The man named Lal smiled happily: "After Rocky's death, we will become the helm of the consortium worthy of the name, not a sad one. Puppets and puppets."

"At that time, we will form an unprecedented business alliance to commemorate the steps that Loki has paved for us with his sacrifice!"

Listening to Lal's arrogant words, Corey felt sympathy for him, but also secretly prayed that the other party could be more arrogant, so as to attract more attention of the mixed-race man, so that he could ignore or let him go.

A few minutes later, when the proud Lal hung up the phone, Corey's office finally became quiet again.But from the perspective of Corey who was inside, there seemed to be a faint surge of blood behind this moment of silence.

However, when Corey embarked on the path of betraying his companions under the control of the mixed-race man, Song He, who was far away in Qinxia, ​​received a phone call from the mixed-race man full of smiles.

"Speaking of which, you and Uncle Zhong had a good time playing missing." Song He, who was disguised, was walking on the streets of Xicheng at night, looking casually but earnestly distinguishing directions, as if he was looking for something.

However, this did not affect his chatting and joking with the mixed-race man, and his natural expression and language also allowed him to easily integrate into the nightlife of Xicheng.

"Did you find a girl for a tryst during the time you disappeared?" Song He teased at the phone: "Are you planning to have fun or are you serious?"

"Just listening to these few words, you can tell that you are not a serious thing." The mixed-race man laughed and said, "I am currently living in a clinic in Luocheng, Weiguo, and I probably won't be able to leave for a short time."

"As for the disappearance you mentioned, it was actually caused by Daniel and the others being too cautious. Besides, I don't believe you don't know the reason for my disappearance."

"A clinic in Luocheng, Wei Country? It's great to have money..." After sighing with emotion, Song He blinked his eyes and grinned and said, "Listen to your tone, are you in good health? Let's put that sickle player together? "

"It's all about maintaining the status quo." The mixed-race man admired Song He's language style, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Thank you for helping Tang Xu escape."

Song He shrugged indifferently: "You know, this guy knows too much about me, so we can't let him fall into the hands of those people, or I will be implicated."

"Detective Officer Sun Xiaohai is far-sighted, I admire him." The mixed-race man laughed, and hung up the phone after chatting with Song He for a few words.

"If you report safety, you will be safe, but if you are safe, others will be in trouble." Song He complained, put away his mobile phone, and walked towards a faintly flashing neon direction.After a while, Song He appeared at the entrance of a small alley.

Slightly squinting his eyes, Song He stood at the entrance of the alley and looked in, only to see that in this narrow and long alley, which is only wide enough for a car to pass through, there are shops with colorful neon signs next to each other. .

And by the doors of those front-end stores, there are beautiful figures sitting or standing, unscrupulously looking at every man passing by the door, and from time to time, they will come forward to talk to each other with a smile on their faces.

"It's really hard to find people who are not locals." Song He thought about the difficulty of finding out the news during the day, shook his head and stepped into the alley.

However, before he walked ten meters away, Song He saw two idle men standing at a blind corner of the alley, looking at himself who had just walked into the alley with suspicion and scrutiny.

Song He smiled awkwardly when he saw this, and glanced at the depths of the neon-lit alley with his timid and wretched eyes.

The two men looked at Song He carefully, and then looked away immediately.Seeing that they didn't stop him, Song He excitedly continued to walk deep into the alley.

After walking a hundred meters and going around a few times, he passed more than [-] open or hidden shops. He pretended to be at a loss to get rid of more than a dozen women who took the initiative to talk to him. Song He finally stopped and stood Outside a storefront with a locked store door.

I saw that this two-storey store was completely dark, whether it was the storefront on the first floor or the windows on the second floor, and even the neon lights on the signboard were turned off.

"Huh?" Song He stood outside the door wonderingly, while looking up and down the storefront, he also secretly observed the expressions and attitudes of the women in front of the storefronts on both sides.

"Handsome guy, come in for a massage." A moment later, a woman outside the adjacent store smiled at Song He and offered to solicit business.

"No..." Song He shook his head embarrassingly, and suddenly remembered something. He pointed at the dimly lit store in front of him, and asked the woman, "Uh...you know..."

"Are you looking for her?" The woman glanced at the store Song He pointed at, and waved her hand casually: "Let's go, I'm going back to my hometown."

"Ah? When did you leave?" Song He was stunned for a moment: "Where is her hometown?"

"Just a few days ago." The woman thought for a while and answered, looking at Song He Chi with a serious expression in a daze, she smiled in surprise: "Why, you are still planning to go to her hometown to find her? Hehehe."

"I..." Song He seemed a little embarrassed by the woman's smile, looked around awkwardly, turned around in a hurry, and left without looking back

After leaving this alley, Song He came to a nearby place where there were no people, and took out a piece of paper to write and draw. In the blink of an eye, he accurately mapped the topographical structure of that neon-flashing alley. Unmistakably outlined.

"One main road, eight branches, 35 hair salons, 42 massage parlors, [-] pedicure parlors..."

Song He chanted this while marking on the paper. When he finished marking everything he detected, he flicked his fingers on the paper twice, and then he smiled and said to himself while putting away the paper:
"Next, let's see if the forces entrenched in this place are connected with anyone."

After all, Song He took out a mobile phone, dialed the police with skillful movements, and said clearly: "Hi, I call the police. There is a large den in the south of Xicheng engaged in illegal service industries..."

　I only played so much, and I sent it first to let the judges satisfy their greed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)