she's a rose she's a gun

Wenming walked forward, getting closer and closer to the dimly lit factory building. The cold wind blew past, and his wound seemed to be frozen, and no longer bleed out.

Wenming lowered his head and gave a wry smile, and the complex feeling of the rest of his life spread in his throat.

Before going undercover, Yang Dongliang and his team analyzed the seized drugs and believed that Qian Zhongguo should have a drug manufacturing factory, and secretly processed the drugs imported from abroad with sulfur, so that 100 grams of drugs became 200 grams , and then sell the diluted drug to customers, which explains the vast wealth he has amassed.

However, they have never found Qian Zhongguo's secret factory.

When working on the case of nitrogen gas suffocation to death of an actress, Wen Wenming and Xiao Han once conducted an experiment on an empty hillside in the suburbs. That hill was Naiqing Mountain. Professor Han who came to help at the time told her that this is the only place in the suburbs of Beijing. With camellia.

When Wen Wen was admiring the flower garden not far away, she saw a small factory next to it. She thought it was a small workshop opened by someone nearby, but she didn't take it seriously.

Now it seems that the mastery of this information actually saved my life...

When approaching the gate of the factory building, Wu Zhi took two steps in three steps, and opened the tightly bolted big iron door first.

Qian Zhongguo gave his subordinates at the door a look, and his subordinates understood, and he and Wu Zhi followed Wen Wenming towards the production line.

Qian Zhongguo himself and Sun Xuao entered the office one after the other, and they looked anxiously at the monitoring screen on the wall together.

Walking into the production line, Wen Wenming took a deep breath even though he was prepared.

The temperature in the factory building is low, probably for the sake of safety, there is not enough heating, inside is the same as an ordinary workshop, rows of tables and utensils are arranged quite neatly, men and women who look like farmers are wearing uniform blue uniforms , without any protection on their faces, they stood in front of their workstations, numbly unpacking the hailuoyin in front of them, adding sulfur, processing and repackaging... The entire assembly line was in order, as if they were producing gloves and the like daily necessities.

Wenming squinted her eyes and walked in the front. She knew that Takeshi and another subordinate behind her had guns hidden in their cuffs, and the muzzles of the guns were pointing at her back.

She carefully observed their actions, and sometimes even walked one or two meters in front of the stage to quietly watch the dilution process. Of course, she was also paying attention to everyone's demeanor.

A young man caught her attention.

The man was standing at the corner of the assembly line on the right. Civilization didn't notice him at first, but he looked at the few people here frequently. I don't know, but there is a stark contrast between myself and the attitude of the people around me who are working mechanically with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

The man looked to be in his 20s, but he was very thin, with a gray complexion, sunken eye sockets, and pimples all over his face. Although his eyes glanced to this side from time to time, they were hollow and dull.

Civilization did not leave, he stopped and looked at the man quietly.

Wu Zhi quietly put the gun on Wen Wenming's back, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you leave?"

Civilization didn't answer, but continued to stare at the man.

Wu Zhi followed the civilized gaze.

The man didn't notice that the three people were looking at him at first, and he pretended to glance at him casually. Finally, when Takeshi stepped forward for the third time, he seemed to suddenly realize something. The whole person seemed to wake up in an instant, threw down the package in his hand, and ran towards the gate.

"Don't run!" Wu Zhi took out his gun and took two quick steps forward.

"boom!"

The man fell into a pool of blood in response.

Even though he was very familiar with the gunshots, Wenming couldn't help shivering when he saw the man's fallen body.

There were chaotic screams all around, but no one dared to move.

"boom!"

Another shot, Wenming saw white smoke coming out of Takeshi's gun, the muzzle pointed at the ceiling.

"Give me the work!"

Wu Zhi stepped forward with a gun in his hand to check on the man who fell on the ground, Wen Wen also followed.

It has to be said that Takeshi's marksmanship was excellent, and he shot the back of the head, killing the man on the spot.

Wu Zhi motioned to his subordinates to dispose of the corpse, and he escorted Wen Ming back to the office.

In the office, Qian Zhongguo sat on the swivel chair with a gloomy face, looking at Wenming who came in.

After a night of tossing, Wenming felt that she was very weak at this time, and she said wearily: "The person has been found."

"How can I believe that he is your undercover agent." Qian Zhongguo clacked his knuckles.

Civilization couldn't hold it any longer, she sat down on the chair next to her, half-closed her eyes: "Believe it or not."

"You!" Qian Zhongguo's face turned pale with anger.

Across a glass window, in the monitoring room on the other side, Sun Xuao still frowned, watching the video from Wen Wenming's entry into the workshop to the man being shot dead over and over again.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he supported the table with both hands, and fixed his gaze on Wenming. In the video, Wenming was standing one meter away from the table, looking at the tools on the table.

Sun Xuao's glasses flashed a light, he unhurriedly took out a mobile phone from his chest, and quickly edited something on the screen with his ten fingers.

On the other side, Qian Zhongguo is still at a stalemate with Wenming. Qian Zhongguo is inferring Wenming's words fiercely in his mind, so that he has turned more than [-] times in the small room, while Wenming is leaning on the chair with half-closed eyes In comparison, he was much calmer.

Qian Zhongguo lit his e-cigarette, took several puffs, and made up his mind.

Just when he was about to walk to Wen Wenming, Wu Zhi came over and patted him lightly. He turned his head displeased, but saw Sun Xuao standing at the door, shaking his hand at him.

Qian Zhongguo walked to the door, looked left and right, and lowered his business: "Say."

Although Wen Wenming seemed to have her eyes half closed, she was actually watching Qian Zhongguo's every move with bated breath. She saw him walking to the door, and she didn't know who he was talking to.

But all of a sudden, Qian Zhongguo rushed to Wen Wenming, and before Wen Wenming could react, he grabbed the button on the chest of her baseball jacket.

Civilization stretched out his hand to stop him, but Takeshi behind him firmly pressed him on the chair.

Qian Zhongguo put the button under the light and took a closer look. After a few seconds, he threw the button on the ground vigorously and stepped on it until it was smashed to pieces.

He walked in front of Wenming in three steps at a time. His face was extremely distorted by anger. He punched Wenming in the lower abdomen, leaned in front of Wenming, and roared hysterically: "You lied to me!"

Wen Wenming's internal organs seemed to be smashed by Qian Zhongguo's punch. She lowered her head and covered her stomach, coughing non-stop.

However, before she had a half-second rest, Qian Zhongguo rained his fists on Wenming like crazy, and all the doubts, anger, gambling, fear, and anxiety accumulated during the day erupted at this moment. He roared angrily: "Is that button a video camera! Or a camera! Who are you! What information does the police have about me! Say! Say!"

Wen Wenming was beaten back and forth by him like a sandbag, and she felt as uncomfortable as her abdominal cavity bursting. It was not until Qian Zhongguo was so tired that she stopped, that she spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Wu Zhi stepped forward and leaned into Qian Zhongguo's ear: "Boss, if you beat him again, you will die, tie him up and ask slowly."

Panting heavily, Qian Zhongguo rubbed his sore fist, and took a hard look at Wen Wenming with his eye knife. After a long time, he nodded slowly.

Civilization was tightly tied by Takeshi with a rope, and then Takezhi picked up a whip and hit Civilization on the left shoulder with a "slap".

"Hiss—" A heart-piercing pain swept through Wenming's body, and the entire left half of his body was instantly numb, and blood flowed down the thin lining to the baseball uniform.

"Crack!" Another whip.

Qian Zhongguo looked at Wu Zhi viciously from the side as he whipped Wen Wenming one whip after another, but Wen Wenming had no intention of speaking except for spitting blood from time to time.

Qian Zhongguo hooked his fingers at Sun Xuao: "This is not going to work, let's arrange to leave immediately."

Sun Xuao pushed down his glasses, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, someone she can recruit will come soon."

Qian Zhongguo glanced at Sun Xuao's confident gaze, and watched him calmly and even indifferently watch the scene of Wenming being whipped, and couldn't help shivering slightly.

Yesterday the party ended, Qian Zhongguo rubbed his temples and was about to rest when Wu Zhi suddenly came to report that someone had visited.

Qian Zhongguo waved his hand unhappily: "Who, let him come back tomorrow."

But Wu Zhi said in embarrassment: "He said it was very urgent."

"Let him in." Qian Zhongguo reluctantly put on his nightgown.

"It's you?" Qian Zhongguo didn't think of the person who came, "What's the matter?"

Sun Xuao bowed slightly, with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's me, I'm here to tell you that Tang Qing is an undercover police officer, and her real name is Wenming.

Qian Zhongguo almost stumbled when he got off the bed in shock. He stabilized his body and narrowed his eyes: "Why should I trust you?"

Sun Xuao still had a faint smile on his face: "Let her come tomorrow, I have a way to prove it."

On the way to the factory with Wen Wenming, Qian Zhongguo looked at Sun Xuao who was calmly looking out of the car window beside him, and couldn't help asking: "What are you trying to tell me about this?"

Sun Xuao turned his head and blinked his eyes twice: "Nothing, just personal grievances."

Qian Zhongguo narrowed his eyes: "Aren't you afraid that I will do you too?"

"Hahaha." Sun Xuao laughed loudly: "Director Qian, you are not the kind of person who crosses rivers and destroys bridges. Besides, you haven't figured out my details, so you won't kill me easily."

Takeshi touched the pistol/gun at his waist in the front row.

"Just kidding." Sun Xuao raised his hands helplessly: "I'm not interested in your business, and I'm not a righteous citizen. It's normal to do some business these days. I do it myself. I'm purely with you. That woman has a personal vendetta."

"Oh? Could it be that she dumped you once?" Qian Zhongguo said unceremoniously.

"It's worse than that." Sun Xuao pushed his glasses, with a sullen expression on his face: "I must make her pay the price."

The author has something to say:

The episode is still in production. . .Sorry, I will update the text first.

That's right, it's Sun Xuao, this guy has been exposed and is very bad.

Preview of the next chapter: Mu Yang also came in. . .well. . .