City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

Yangcheng, Police Detective Bureau, gray six-story building

"problem occurs!"

Xie Jiawen, one of the five members of the special service department of the Zhao Guo Security Bureau, was typing on the keyboard in front of her.

Her eyes suddenly froze, she raised her head and said in a deep voice. In the silent supervision room, pairs of eyes instantly looked at Xie Jiawen.

At the right time.

Detective Peng, the middle-aged police detective sitting at the long table, moved slightly and also received the news.

……

"Ye Yuan's fourth target is Huang Yonghui, the vice president of the Yangcheng Chamber of Commerce!"

Xie Jiawen said, and projected the surveillance videos of several intersections in front of Enning Road in Liwan District in front of everyone.

Cheng Xiaoxian, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing a gray coat, leaned back and looked at the screen.

In his At hand.

The old police detective He Guangzong and the criminal investigation experts held their breaths.

In the picture, the busyness in front of Enning intersection appeared in everyone's eyes.

‘The white Mercedes-Benz A series suddenly had a puncture on the right rear tire!

The traffic, which was originally slow but smooth, became jammed...

The Bentley marked by a red circle began to turn around...

The poultry transport truck passing by ran over the sewage ditch...

The sewage splashed onto the windshield in front of the driver's seat of the Bentley. At...'

Next

‘The old chair hit the water pipes and walls.

The banner slipped.

The glass was shattered... as well!

The middle-aged man covering his neck with his hands...'

The series of coincidences and causal relationships were magnified in everyone's eyes.

Each criminal investigation expert had his chest heaving and breathing heavily.

The video plays repeatedly.

The cigarette butts that fell onto the rope, and the figure on the surveillance screen who lowered his head and smoked half a cigarette without showing his face, were also noticed one after another.

……

The monitoring screen being projected is restored to the normal time node.

"Now, hiding in the car is Huang Yonghui, vice president of the Yangcheng Chamber of Commerce."

Xie Jiawen looked at the screen in front of her and said in a deep voice.

"After Huang Yonghui, his driver and bodyguard Lu Zhiyi, encountered an accident, he immediately locked the safety lock from the car. He must have realized something"

"and"

"I detected in the surveillance videos in other areas of Yangcheng that a convoy is coming..."

Xie Jiawen said one after another with a solemn face.

……

"Why did Huang Yonghui become Ye Yuan's next target?"

Cheng Xiao first looked at the chaotic intersection in the projection, the middle-aged man leaning on the car body and lying in a pool of blood, and the Bentley locking the car body.

He suddenly asked

"It may be related to the Yangcheng Welfare Institute."

The person who responded was Detective Peng who was sitting in the criminal investigation expert team.

……

Yangcheng, Hengke Real Estate Group, 59th floor office.

The founder of this real estate aircraft carrier, Wang Changjiang, also hung up the phone.

His face was cloudy and uncertain.

But immediately, a deep smile appeared in the sinister expression.

"Huang Yonghui, the vice president of the Yangcheng Chamber of Commerce, is a person who cherishes his life very much."

Wang Changjiang took out a cigar from the drawer. The middle-aged butler bowed and lit it. He took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice

"Next, we can watch a good show"

"If Vice President Huang successfully leaves, then it means that the limit of Ye Yuan's computing power is just this..."

Wang Changjiang stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window. He looked at the city under his feet, his eyes focused. After a slight pause, he continued to say to the housekeeper:

"if…"

"Under such cautious circumstances, Ye Yuan was still able to lead Huang Yonghui to destruction."

"Then..."

Wang Changjiang turned his head and smiled:"The entire upper class in Yangcheng will be afraid of it!"

……

Financial Center Building, 39th floor.

Secretary Yang Tong walked in hurriedly.

She looked nervous, and under Li Ruobing's gaze, she whispered in her ear

"I see."

Li Ruobing didn't show much emotion on his face. He just nodded and responded, and then said

"You go out first."

Li Ruobing waved her hand.

Her indifferent gaze was withdrawn as the secretary left.

Until then,

Li Ruobing lowered her head and looked at her arm.

Her arm was trembling slightly... This was because of excessive nervousness and excitement. And the physiological stress response caused by expectation...

Huang Yonghui is an agent of the Ding family in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He is an eunuch from the East Factory and a greedy person like an old dog.

"Can it be successful?"

Li Ruobing took a deep breath and whispered

……

On Enning Road, Liwan District, a teahouse has existed since the middle of the last century.

Mr. Tan Pingfeng, the truly respected president of the Yangchang Chamber of Commerce, who plays an important role in the entire Yangcheng business district, is wearing a black mandarin jacket and sitting by the window on the second floor of the teahouse. now.

There is only one old president Tan Pingfeng in the teahouse on this whole floor.

Bodyguards in black suits guard the stairs.

"Master..."

The old butler with the same gray hair bowed and walked aside. After answering the phone, he returned to Tan Pingqian and called out

"Xiao Huang is here?"

Picked up the tea cup, blew it lightly, then took a small sip, raised his head, and said

"Vice President Huang...something happened."

The old butler said in a deep voice.

He paused, highlighted the key points, and narrated the entire incident.

……

"snort!"

Tan Pingqian dropped the cup in his hand heavily, with a hint of majesty on his old expression, and snorted coldly.

"Now these guys are constantly crushing their interests, and the whole Yangcheng business community is in a mess."

"Even places like welfare homes have become places where they gain fame and fortune."

Tan Pingfeng is over eighty years old. He is an old-fashioned man. He is not kind, but he is still very particular.

In fact, with Tan Pingfeng's status and status, we cannot use ordinary people's values to measure them.���

"Send someone there"

"At least Huang Yonghui couldn't have any accidents in this accident."

Tan Pingfeng put away his emotions and ordered in a deep voice

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

The old housekeeper bowed and responded.

……

Huang Yonghui's status in the Yangcheng business community is not high, but it is not low either. He is a very special existence.

The news that he was huddled in the car spread throughout the top circles almost instantly.

Pairs of lofty glances, either with a chuckle, or with amusement, or with a look of surprise, were directed at a black Bentley on the side of the road from a distance.

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