Urban god and mad son-in-law

Chapter 115 Mailbox 107
"Who can tell me, what is the origin of this great light?"

"He's just a guy who can't get out."

No one knows why Daguang was locked in and when he will be able to leave.

Some people have inquired curiously, and the conclusion is that.

Daguang's case is special, but he has been locked up here without sufficient evidence.

However, even though Daguang was locked up here, the monsters and monsters from all walks of life were very polite to Daguang.

As for where his source of goods came from, no one knows.

No one can say clearly how much inventory he has.

But there is one thing that everyone has heard more or less.

You can't mess with Da Guang if you mess with anyone.

A place like a detention center is like a Datong shop, where many people are welcomed and sent every day.

However, this sentence was passed on by word of mouth.

Han Yang stared at Daguang, this guy had an indescribable feeling.

Han Yang licked his tongue.

"Report, I want important information, I want to see Qin Long, Captain Qin."

……

Detention center, interrogation room.

Qin Long looked at Han Yang's lively appearance.

"Haven't you been taught by them? I thought you came to me because they were going to teach you a lesson. You couldn't stand it, so you wanted me to intercede for you."

Qin Long looked at the unscathed Han Yang in surprise.

"Tell me, what do you want to tell me?"

"Give me your mobile phone, and I'll make a call, just one call."

Han Yang looked at Qin Long a little rascally.

Qin Long was a little bit shocked by Han Yang's rascal look.

You come when you are called, and you go when you drink.

It turned out that people wanted to make a call on their mobile phone.

"Why didn't you tell the prison guard?"

"Can I tell the prison guard? I'm sorry, I don't understand the rules for the first time."

Han Yang said with some embarrassment.

Qin Long looked at Han Yang's shameless look with weird eyes.

If it was said that Han Yang didn't know about it, I'm afraid he wouldn't believe it even if he told himself.

There is only one thing, Han Yang doesn't trust the people in the detention center.

Qin Long put the phone on the table.

"If you don't trust them, don't you trust me?"

"Actually, I don't believe you either, you are all of the same virtue."

Han Yang picked up the phone, edited a message, sent it out, and put it on the table casually.

Qin Long looked at Han Yang curiously.

Picking up the phone, he wanted to see what message Han Yang had sent.

"You made me come here and sent a message on my mobile phone. Should you tell me what message you sent?"

Qin Long turned on the phone while talking.

There is no news on the phone.

"Don't look, if it wasn't for your own carelessness, you wouldn't make an empty trip, but I want to ask what's going on with Daguang?"

"Daguang? What are you asking him for? He's not a good person, just keep your contact with him less."

Qin Long prevaricated and said to Han Yang.

It seems that he is very reluctant to bring up the matter of Daguang.

Han Yang curled his lips, "I'm not a good person, but I have a life in my hands."

Qin Long nodded in disbelief.

……

A message came in Han Biao's phone.

"Shouhou, mailbox 107, Dongchuan Road, contact the mailbox, killer. '

Han Biao looked at the information above and handed the phone to Changqing.

"Get ready guys, let's go see this skinny monkey."

Changqing nodded.

……

Dongchuan Road.

An SUV slowly stopped in front of Garfield's supermarket.

A young man and woman got out of the car.

The girl was carrying a bag of things, and she had to put it in mailbox No. 107.

The man went to Garfield's supermarket to buy two bottles of drinks, and the two left.

There was no communication during the whole process, and no one was seen.

The SUV whose door was opened was left on the side of the road and never drove away.

Until the evening, no one touched the mailbox.

In the middle of the night, the street lights at dusk seemed to have aging circuits, flashing yellow lights.

The doors of Garfield's supermarket were all closed, but the person who took the letter still did not show up.

Changqing felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to get out of the car to breathe.

Han Biao grabbed Changqing and pointed at the camera that was still running at the entrance of Garfield's supermarket.

"This man is an old hand, and he is watching us now."

"If you go down, it will be difficult to find him."

Changqing nodded patiently.

At four or five o'clock in the morning.

A man with a hat on a bicycle appeared.

I'm going to pick up the things in mailbox 107.

He just got it.

Changqing grabbed him by the collar of the back of his neck, pulled him up with one hand, and slammed him directly against the wall.

Han Biao tied the man's hands with two rolls.

Then he threw it into the car.

The SUV swaggered away.

It stopped at an abandoned fertilizer factory in the suburbs.

"Tell me, what is your relationship with Skinny Monkey?"

"If you don't catch him, I can catch you. Because only the middleman knows who the parties to the transaction are, don't you think?"

Han Biao spoke calmly, and he could hear mocking both inside and outside the words.

"If you don't tell me, I don't mind if you become the next skinny monkey."

(End of this chapter)