I came back from hell to plan a perfect revenge

At the same time, Ekin, who had disguised himself, also returned to the room he had booked in the hotel.

There were a lot of sundries stuffed in his clothes, making him look a little bloated and fat.

Ekin walked into the elevator and forced himself to suppress his rapid and chaotic breathing.

After all, he was only 20 years old. It was impossible for him not to be nervous when doing this for the first time.

In fact, his palms were already full of sweat, but he was wearing leather gloves so it was not easy to notice.

"Huff-Huff-"

Ekin sat down and took a deep breath while trembling as he pressed the elevator button for the eighth floor.

...

Ding Dong.

The sound of the doorbell seemed particularly abrupt in this hazy morning.

Everyone in the room looked at each other and their spirits tensed up instantly.

Masked man?

Is this guy crazy?

Zhong Haiyang pulled out his gun and looked out the door through the door mirror.

Just a milkman.

Pang De has the habit of drinking milk, and people from the milk company come to deliver milk every week.

But even so, Zhong Haiyang still did not relax his vigilance.

After all, the masked man could also disguise himself as a milkman.

Zhong Haiyang signaled everyone to be ready with his eyes, and opened the door.

Creaky——

The door was opened.

When the milkman saw the room full of people, he was really scared.

He almost subconsciously took several steps back.

"What's going on?" He was stunned holding a small box of milk.

At this time, Pang De came over and smiled, "Xiao Liu, don't be afraid, they are my friends."

As he said, he took the milk with a smile.

"Oh, you scared me. I thought something happened here, Mr. Pang, if nothing happens, I'll leave!"

Xu Kun frowned slightly, why is this voice so familiar?

He walked up quickly and was surprised: "Hey? It's you?"

When the milkman saw Xu Kun, he was stunned for a long time before he said in disbelief: "Xu... Officer Xu?"

Zhang Yiyang saw this and joked with a wry smile: "This world is really small."

The milkman was even more dumbfounded: "Zhang, Officer Zhang is here too?"

The milkman's name was Liu Dayong. Not long ago, he was a security guard in Shuiyun Villa District.

However, some time ago, on the night he was on duty, a murder occurred in the community.

He Chunpeng was killed at home and his body was burned.

Although Liu Dayong's name has the word "yong", he is actually not brave, but very timid.

Although Zhang Yiyang and Xu Kun later uncovered some truths during their investigation.

But the job of security guard still made Liu Dayong feel uneasy. After resigning, he found a job as a milkman.

He thought, this job should be good, right?

However, when he saw Zhang Yiyang and Xu Kun here, he wanted to cry.

"Officers, what's going on here?"

Zhong Haiyang asked Zhang Yiyang: "Do you know each other?"

Zhang Yiyang explained the whole story with a smile, and Zhong Haiyang was relieved, but he was still worried.

Seeing that Liu Dayong was still nervous and at a loss, Pang De smiled politely: "It's okay, Xiao Liu, don't worry."

"Oh oh..." Liu Dayong nodded blankly and asked: "Can I go now?"

Zhong Haiyang nodded.

After Liu Dayong left, the door was closed again, and everyone looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"Mr. Pang." Lu Meihua broke the silence first and asked sharply: "Are you familiar with this milkman?

Pang De recalled for a moment and said: "Not really, Xiao Liu has only been here for a short time, but he is very enthusiastic, so I asked his name, what's wrong? "

Lu Meihua did not answer, but shook her head and turned her eyes to the milk box on the ground.

There were a total of fourteen bottles of milk in it, all in glass bottles.

"Mr. Pang, for your safety, don't drink this milk for the time being." Lu Meihua said.

"Why?" Pang De asked subconsciously, but immediately reacted: "Are you saying that it is possible that someone has poisoned it?"

Lu Meihua nodded, looking solemn: "There is such a possibility."

Zhong Haiyang said: "Mr. Pang, can we take this box of milk back for testing later?"

Pang De did not hesitate: "Of course, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zhong Haiyang nodded: "It's my job. "

At this time, the sun has not risen yet, and a thin layer of morning mist has fallen outside the window, making everything look hazy.

The smell of mist permeates this old community.

Time passes slowly, and everyone in Pang De's family is suffering in the uneasy waiting.

……

Shen Feng droveThe car was driving on the edge of the city.

The weather was terribly cold, but he rolled down the window and enjoyed the cold wind.

The radio played peaceful and lively music.

Shen Feng took out the old-fashioned keypad machine, and with his slender fingers with distinct joints, he skillfully dialed a number.

Pound's hidden number.

With just this call, he could take Pound's life.

…

Ring, ring, ring——

In the room, Pound's phone suddenly rang, making everyone's heart tighten.

Pound took out his phone and looked at it, and his eyes changed slightly.

Just because the caller ID showed sim card No. 2.

His sim card No. 2 was secretly applied for by him using someone else's ID card, and it was specially used to contact the alliance.

And there were very few people who knew his phone number.

Was it the alliance calling?

Why did the alliance call him at this time?

Pound's heartbeat could not help but speed up a little.

Lu Meihua keenly caught the subtle changes in Pang De's expression. She asked calmly, "Mr. Pang, what's wrong?"

Pang De tried to squeeze out a smile, but that smile seemed extremely stiff in the eyes of everyone, "No, nothing, I'm going to answer a phone call."

He hurried to the bedroom while speaking.

Xiaohu subconsciously got up and followed, but Pang De turned back like a frightened bird and said a little hurriedly, "Sorry, this is a private call."

Xiaohu paused and could only watch Pang De walk into the bedroom and close the door.

In the bedroom, Pang De leaned against the door, covering his chest with his hands, trying to calm his heart that was beating like a wild horse.

His eyes were full of fear and confusion, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he murmured to himself, "Why did you call at this time?"

He took a few deep breaths, pressed the answer button with trembling fingers, and said in a dry voice, "Hello?"

In the living room, everyone looked at each other, and an inexplicable uneasiness spread in the air.

But everyone knew that Pound's reaction was definitely wrong.

But it was not appropriate to forcibly interfere with Pound's phone call at this moment. After all, Pound also said that this was a private call.

Everyone could only speculate in their hearts.