The tattooed man's phone rang!
There was only one message on it. "There's something wrong with the person in front of you, there's an ambush around, hurry up and retreat."
The tattooed man narrowed his eyes, his expression changing!
He pulled Zhao Sanbao over, his gaze fierce.
Zhao Sanbao didn't understand.
The tattooed man inhaled deeply, patting his face lightly. "Get the two brothers outside to come in, let's have a good talk."
Since there was an ambush, he had to think of a way to save his life.
It was safest to have one or two hostages.
Zhao Sanbao didn't know what had happened. He was still saying, "Is it safe to let them in? What if they know something and go out and spread the news?"
"Go get them." At this moment, the tattooed man didn't think Zhao Sanbao was being considerate. Instead, he felt that there was something wrong with his identity, which was why he didn't want innocent people to be implicated.
Zhao Sanbao didn't mind, he walked out and waved towards them.
Qin Mo threw the cigarette butt into the rubbish bin, his voice calm. "There's something wrong."
"Indeed." Bo Jiu's gaze dimmed.
The two of them stuffed a hand into their pockets, walking through the sand, looking suave.
Zhao Sanbao was still thinking about how to get the goods.
He hadn't expected his two underlings to enter.
Someone locked the door behind them.
Ka-cha.
The tattooed man glanced up at the three of them, his gaze sending a chill down Zhao Sanbao's spine.
"Brother Long, this is …"
Before Zhao Sanbao could finish his sentence, the tattooed man whipped out a gun, causing his face to turn pale.
"Bro, Brother Long …"
The tattooed man was still wearing a mask, speaking slowly. "There's something wrong with one of you."
Zhao Sanbao instinctively turned towards Bo Jiu and the others. "Brother Long, I'm stupid, I really didn't expect them to be suspicious."
"The person I'm talking about …" The tattooed man raised his hand. "You."
Zhao Sanbao's legs turned to jelly when the gun was pointed at him.
When he had been transporting the drugs, he hadn't considered the possibility of being devoured by the evil dragon.
"Brother Long, how could there be a problem with me? I …"
The tattooed man didn't listen to him at all. He said coldly, "Search him."
"Yes."
The person next to him pressed Zhao Sanbao against the wall and scanned his body with a seemingly simple but professional metal scanning device.
"Beep beep beep …"
When the voice rang out, Zhao Sanbao had no idea what was going on.
"What is this?" The tattooed man's eyes turned cold. "And you say you're fine."
There was a cracking sound.
His shoes trampled over it heavily.
"Listen to me, Brother Long, you …"
Bang!
Before Zhao Sanbao could finish his words, the bullet directly pierced through his chest.
It was as if killing a person was nothing to the tattooed man.
However, he did not want to make a move here.
After all, this was not the Golden Triangle. It would be very troublesome to be targeted by the police.
However, Zhao Sanbao had been in contact with him for too long. If he had really been bribed by the police and revealed his information, it would not be safe. It was better to kill him.
At this moment, Bo Jiu and Qin Mo didn't move. They were like two inexperienced kids who were shocked by the situation in front of them.
"Boss, what do we do after we catch them?" The person at the side asked. "What about the two of them?"
The tattooed man wiped his gun. "Scan them too. See if there are any problems."
"Yes."
When the scanner slid past Bo Jiu, Qin Mo's gaze wavered slightly.
"Boss, there's nothing."
"Boss, there's nothing."
Nothing? Even Qin Mo arched a brow and looked towards the youngster.
No one else could see their exchange of glances.
Bo Jiu lowered her head. She didn't say a word, but the smile that covered her trembling lips showed that she had been prepared for this.
That's right, the tapping device on her body had already been transferred to the underling when he pushed her into the room.
And without anyone noticing …
The tattooed man glanced at Zhao Sanbao, who was lying on the ground. "Carry this person out. Lock the two of them up as hostages. There are police outside. They can be used as life-saving amulets."
If the tattooed man had seen Qin Mo before, he would never have made such a decision.
He would never make such a decision. Instead, he would just raise his gun and kill him.
It was a pity he didn't know how difficult it was to deal with the two people he had decided to tie up.
The Key Case Investigation Unit saw everything that happened here.
Including the gunshot!
At this moment, none of the crime squad members had reacted as deeply as Director Huang.
How had he noticed something was wrong?
And it was Qin Mo who had thrown out the bait.
When Qin Mo and the others had just arrived, they had sent him a message, asking him to create an identity for Zhao Sanbao and announce it to everyone, saying that he was a police informant.
The news had only been out for a short period of time and the other party had already found out about their actions.
What did that mean?
It meant that everything was as Qin Mo had said.
There was a problem in the crime squad …
Director Huang's gaze dimmed. His mood wasn't good enough.
At this moment, the newly arrived criminologist was still boasting, "Now that there's a problem with the informant, it's enough to show how cruel the drug trafficker is. I'll ask my friend in America to investigate his background. However, based on the analysis of his behavior, a typical local wouldn't be so cruel. He looks like a desperado, so we must not let him escape. As for the two hostages, go and check if they're really innocent. Who knows, it might be a trick played by the other party."
Director Huang bolted upright. "We have to ensure the safety of the hostages, everything else is a small matter."
"Are you saying that such a huge drug trafficking case is a small matter?" The psychologist questioned before raising his hands. "I understand, I understand. We have to protect them first, let's talk about the rescue plan."
Director Huang knew that he wasn't on the same wavelength as the foreigner, hence, he alighted from the command car, heading towards the scene.
In the simple house, Qin Mo and Bo Jiu were tied together with a rope.
Their legs weren't tied because they still had to be brought along.
"Boss, what should we do? Are there policemen everywhere? "
One of them seemed to be panicking.
The tattooed man raised his gun, leaning against the window as he watched the commotion outside, his lips curling into a vicious smile. "Get a megaphone, we can negotiate with them."
The man obeyed, his palms sweating due to his nervousness.
"What are you afraid of? Don't you know how many bombs are buried around here?" A vicious glint flashed past the tattooed man's eyes. "We'll blow up anyone who enters."
Bo Jiu and Qin Mo, who were tied together, glanced down.
They seemed to have a telepathic connection.
Their gazes were in the same direction.
It was a small remote control on the table.
There wasn't a television or air conditioner in the room.
This meant that the remote control was the key.
Bo Jiu and Qin Mo had always done things differently.
If not, Bo Jiu wouldn't have changed Director Huang's arrangements and moved the listening device.
The tattooed man's words were clearly heard by Director Huang.
This time, only Director Huang could hear the contents of the listening device. Hence, it was a top secret.
But it was this sentence that sent chills down Director Huang's spine. He immediately turned to the people who were about to rush in. "Stop the mission, stand by!"
"What's the situation? Director Huang, we have to hurry to save the hostages and catch the culprit. Time is of the essence. "The new criminologist was dressed in a suit, looking out of place.
Director Huang knew that there was a spy in the crime squad, but he couldn't reveal the fact that there were bombs in the construction site.
Because once he revealed it.
The other party would suspect Young Master Qin and the youngster's identity.
If they were hostages, there wouldn't be any danger.
But if they were from the police, the tattooed man would definitely kill one of them.
But if they didn't say anything, how were they going to start the rescue?
Or … could they only trust in that person's ability?
They weren't sure where the bombs were buried.
But there were more than thirty workers at the construction site.
Even if they wanted to evacuate, they would need time.
The radius of the explosion couldn't be predicted.
What was more worrying was the kindergarten beside the construction site.
Director Huang reached out to grab the few strands of hair he had left. "Report to the higher-ups, it's classified, I'll report the current situation to General Qin."
They had to send the special forces over.
Then they would choose a long-range kill.
They needed a sniper!
However, before Director Huang could pick up his phone …
A special forces soldier dressed in camouflage jumped down from a Land Rover, carrying a long black bag on his back. "Director Huang."
"You are?!" Director Huang couldn't remember such a person.
The special forces soldier was a man of few words. "Aardwolf, Young Master Qin sent me over, I think Director Huang needs a sniper."
With that, he reached his hand out, allowing Director Huang to take a look at his unit number.
It was the lightning symbol.
Only those in high positions would know what it meant.
It was the symbol of the international special forces.
Why was it here?
Director Huang straightened his back, wanting to explain the situation.
Aardwolf glanced sideways and said in a calm tone, "I already know. I need you guys to lure the other party to the window during the negotiation. However, it depends on the situation. Young Master Qin said that this person is a very important breakthrough point. Try to capture him alive. I will act according to the situation."
With that, Aardwolf tore open the bag.
It was an inch caliber sniper rifle. Under ideal circumstances, it could shoot a human head at a distance of 2000 meters without any adjustments.
"Give the order."
Director Huang, who had been robbed of the chance to speak, finally believed that Qin Mo had sent them over. But more importantly, how did he know the drug dealers were negotiating with the police?!
Aardwolf frowned, placing the rifle down. "The window is too small, it will be difficult to stop them, we might not be able to kill them."
Director Huang's face fell. "There are schools nearby!"
"Director Huang." Aardwolf lowered his voice. "At such a time, we can only trust Young Master Qin."
Director Huang stilled. Indeed, at such a time, he could only trust that person.
He was the person who could single-handedly subdue a serial killer when he was still in high school.
The new criminologist also recognized the gun that Coyote was carrying. At this moment, he was much quieter.
Hence, he became much quieter as he realized something wasn't right.
It was obvious that his realization had come a little late.
No one in the simple house cared about the two people who were trembling in fear.
The tattooed man had a total of five subordinates, all of them moving the goods and money.
Be it the money or goods, it was a staggering amount. They were packed in luggage, piling on top of each other.
Hence, they wouldn't notice the blade protruding from Bo Jiu's sleeves.
The blade was small, but it was useful in such a situation.
The only person who noticed the youngster's movements was Qin Mo.
Both of them had a tacit understanding.
The moment Bo Jiu moved, Qin Mo's long legs bent over, blocking her perfectly.
Even if someone glanced over, they would see Qin Mo and not Bo Jiu's movements.
To Bo Jiu, handcuffs were more convenient than ropes.
After all, in such an era, few people would use ropes to tie people up.
Simply put, she was good with machinery. Returning to the most primitive method required some time.
Qin Mo took one look at the youngster's expression and knew she wasn't good with it.
He moved his fingers, signaling for her to pass the blade to him.
Bo Jiu arched a brow. They touched.
Strangely, when the blade was in the Almighty's hands, sparks seemed to fly. In less than ten seconds, the ropes around her hands loosened.
The two of them didn't stand up immediately after regaining their freedom.
Qin Mo swept a glance at the two men holding the rifle before his gaze landed on the remote control.
Bo Jiu nodded.
The next moment, they stood up simultaneously!
The person closest to them was about to raise his gun when Qin Mo swept his long legs and leaned forward. The blade landed heavily on the person's wrist that was holding the gun.
"Ah!"
The person screamed in pain, attracting everyone's attention.
The other man also raised his gun, but it was too late. The young man raised his leg and kicked the man's right hand accurately!
Then, with a loud crack, the other party's knees bent, and he fell to the ground.
After that, the two of them dodged to the left at the same time.
It was because the tattooed man had turned around and fired two shots at them.
The youngster's movements were always beautiful and smooth.
The tattooed man cursed. His first reaction was to reach for the remote control.
At this moment, Qin Mo was already holding the gun. Just as the tattooed man was about to raise his hand, he fired a shot.
"Bang!"
The gunshot fired in all directions.
The tattooed man retracted his hand in pain.
The youngster kicked the wall with her long leg. Using the recoil, she pounced forward, her palms on the table. With a somersault, she managed to grab the remote control!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
