diskusbooks Chapter 225 The Clue Is Broken Again
Chapter 225 The Clue Is Broken Again
Walk out of the Speeder Party headquarters.
I didn't see the police, it seemed they were just passing by.
Huang Mao downstairs was still sitting on the motorcycle waiting.
Zeng Jing waved to the distance.
The driver drove the car over.
Zeng Jing got into the car and drove away.
The handsome young man threw away his cigarette butt.
A boy next to him yelled angrily: "Fuck! You hit someone and left without saying a word? Boss, do you want to catch up?"
"After your mother, I want you to be honest and turn a deaf ear to what I say." Boss Mo walked out of the building.
The handsome young man stepped forward and said, "Boss, it seems that this person is not simple."
"Xiao Fei, brothers, please restrain yourself. You and I can't afford to offend this guy. And for the smuggling of arms, find a brother to take the blame."
"Yes, boss."
Zeng Jing was very depressed. The only clue was the man named Monk.
If you don’t even know what he looks like, where can you find him?
The thread is completely broken here.
After returning home, Lin Fanyun stood at the door, quietly looking at the flowers, plants and trees in the distance.
"Looking at the dejected look on your face, you probably didn't find anything."
"There is just a guy whose nickname is Monk. The 14k people say he looks like India's Asan. Strangely, he doesn't recite Buddhist scriptures. He always says that Almighty God bless him."
"Isn't this a clue?"
"What clue?"
"There is an Almighty God religion in India. They believe in Almighty God. Don't Almighty and Omnipotent mean the same thing?"
"You mean the monk comes from the Church of Almighty God."
"According to our investigation, the birthplace of the Almighty God Religion is also in Mongolia."
"Netherworld Cult? I understand. They are probably a branch of Netherworld Cult. In other words, the mastermind behind this is Netherworld Cult."
"Actually, you can guess it without checking. The gangsters don't have any deep grudge against you, so they won't risk their destruction to kill you."
"The Nether Sect cannot fight alone. There must be partners in the Hong Kong circle."
"Of course, at least he needs to find a guide."
"Are you the guide? I wonder if your last name is Xiang?"
"Guide is not a person's name. Don't talk nonsense. There must be evidence when taking action. Power must serve the law. Don't make people panic."
Zeng Jing said nothing more and went back to report to Xinxin and Li Xiangjun that they were safe.
The next day, Hong Kong news claimed that the rioters broke out into civil strife. More than a dozen people were injured in the melee, and one injured person was trampled to death.
Another late night, Bamboo Alliance called Zhan Chou and found something unusual at Shau Kei Wan Pier.
Zhan Chou's real name is Zhan Yaozu. He was nicknamed Zhan Chou because of his ugly appearance.
Zeng Jing immediately disguised herself as another person and jumped out from the courtyard wall.
Only a shadow can be seen in the surveillance.
Lin Fanyun's ears moved, but his eyes were still closed.
A car drove over, Zeng Jing got into the car, and the car quickly disappeared into the night.
Walking more than ten miles east from Xiao Kei Wan Pier, Zeng Jing found that there were police officers on duty, but there were ships waiting underwater.
A voice came from below: "Everyone is here, retreat."
If you want to play the same story again, these people are too naive.
Pretending to be a police officer in the middle of the night is simply stupid.
Time stopped, daggers streaked through the air, and the throats of the four fake coast guard patrols were cut with one knife.
Several Bamboo League brothers picked up submachine guns and hid in the grass.
Putting on her police uniform, Zeng Jing jumped onto the boat from the shore.
The people outside the cabin were knocked unconscious before they could react.
Walking into the cabin, there were several Burmese people sitting inside, possibly from Thailand or other Southeast Asian countries. They looked ferocious and had a murderous aura about them.
"Who are you?" It is indeed the language of northern Myanmar.
Zeng Jing rushed into the crowd, unleashed her true energy, and a light flashed from her dagger, splitting a person's head in half through the air.
Sweeping again, two more people had their necks cut, and a fourth person was kicked in the chest. The sound of broken bones was clear.
The last person stepped back continuously and was about to reach for the submachine gun behind his back when Zeng Jing knocked him out with a knife.
Seven of the ten people died, one was seriously injured, and two were left alive.
The Bamboo Alliance brothers boarded the boat and were shocked. It was so miserable.
The seriously injured person looked horrified.
Zeng Jing looked at him coldly: "Tell me, who ordered you? Tell me and I will send someone to rescue you."
"Save me, I don't know. We are only responsible for carrying out the tasks assigned by the Yag mercenaries. Please save me."
"Where did the arms come from?"
"14k provided it, we don't know who the middleman is."
The other two gangsters were splashed with water and woke up, and their confessions were exactly the same.
Seeing that Zeng Jing couldn't ask anything, he found a pistol with a silencer among the weapons and sent them to see God without hesitation.
Zhan Chou quietly suggested: "Boss, why not take them to the high seas to feed the fish under the cover of night?"
"I'll leave it to you. They came here smuggled in anyway, so no one knows they've been here."