Prodigal son never prodigal

Chapter 178 is just a symbolic expression

It must have been about ten minutes ago that the members of the task force responsible for monitoring Boss Huang just discovered that he had a long phone call with Ping Jing.

The identity of the person on the other end of the phone is being traced.

The technician who monitored the mobile phone data reported that Boss Huang’s mobile phone signal had disappeared.

According to current criminal police experience, this often means hiding and absconding.

Gai Qingyun even told Yan Qing a case that He Shunzhi told him.

A murder occurred in a certain city, and the body of an unknown man was found in a remote wilderness. There was nothing there.

According to the previous process, the identity of the deceased had to be confirmed first, and then social relations and so on were sorted out.

Not now.

The more deserted the place, the easier it is to send a mobile phone engineer there and call up the mobile phone numbers that appeared on the mobile phone base station around the time of death.

Catch someone.

Just one or two numbers, either the deceased or the murderer.

Homicide in the era of big data is that simple.

Mobile phones have been given an unprecedented importance.

Mobile phone users are also thinking about how to leverage their unique advantages.

Boss Huang certainly has luxury real estate in the city, but he still lives in golf resorts most of the time.

For billionaires, they can enjoy royal treatment in their own little world.

The purpose of notifying Yan Qing immediately was that he would synchronize with other police officers and go to various possible locations to check Boss Huang's whereabouts.

Yan Qing lowered her head and pulled out her fishing bag from under the beach chair and stood up. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard something in the silent moonlit night.

Immediately hold on to the sloping eaves beside the terrace, jump on the railing and look as high as possible.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and you can indeed see several figures and flashlight lights swaying beside the long trestle stretching into the lake!

Gai Qingyun also seemed to hear the faint sound of starting. While urging Yan Qing to change to Bluetooth glasses, he passed the news to the task force.

Of course, I immediately asked to catch up first.

Yan Qing was thinking about how to fight the Japanese. He laughed and grabbed the carved railing: "I'm going to do something..."

Just jump to the terrace below, jump directly over and jump into the woods and greenery, follow the already familiar direction, go straight through the golf course and head towards the small pier.

Even if they only know part of Yan Qing's identity one-sidedly.

The two girls were still shocked by this heroic and heroic spirit.

There was silence for several seconds.

Song Siyu must have been very interested in poetry tonight. He stood up and walked to the railing, murmuring: "Zhao Ke is wearing tassels, and Wu is frosty and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles." Hello……"

Isn't this the image of Yan Qing in her mind?

Mystery is a great aphrodisiac to seduce girls.

Especially an artistic young woman like her.

After finally expressing my emotions, I almost forgot to live for myself.

When I turned around, I found the little spy following behind me with a fawning look on my face. I was shocked: "What? What do you want to do?"

Is this spy dog ​​showing his true colors and planning to kill people?
Unexpectedly, Qiu Wenfang changed into a different person: "If he doesn't come back later, can I... sleep with you?"

Young and artistic women are all sluggish. Your coverage is so wide?

The Taiwanese girl quickly explained: "I slept here last time, and someone suddenly walked in at night, which scared me out of my mind, so I have to sleep with him every night."

Song Siyu?
I vaguely remembered that in the past few days, Qiu Wenfang had been spending time in the karaoke room. Even if she casually covered herself with clothes and took a nap on the sofa, she would not come back to sleep alone.

It turns out that she is not addicted to ghost fighting, but is too timid to be alone.

Just thinking about this made Song Siyu a little creepy.

It felt like they were the only ones left on such a huge golf course, so they quickly hugged her and went into the bedroom: "Is it scary?"

Qiu Wenfang quietly pushed her aside: "Over there, there is a camera on the socket next to the dressing table."

Song Siyu became even more rigid. She had been changing clothes in the bedroom these days!
Afraid!
There is nothing to be afraid of here in Yan Qing.

While running, he had quickly assembled the shotgun with his hands. Indeed, he only had the two most basic ammunition in his hand.

But here, it means two lives!

There are neatly manicured lawns along the peninsula, which is suitable for golfers to save the ball gracefully and beautifully on the shore even if the ball hits the water.

Yan Qing threw down his fishing bag and put on the pair of photo glasses, which provided the best visual effects. Even his eyesight was not as convenient as the periscope optical telephoto lens.

Gai Qingyun was able to pass the captured pictures to the task force immediately.

It's just that there is no full-time liaison officer here, and neither the leaders from Pingjing nor the coordinating police officers from other places can provide more support: "You pay attention to safety, mainly to confirm the direction of escape, and mobilize the support of customs and air search and rescue forces here, but It takes time!" Yan Qing has already rushed onto the trestle.

His hiking shoes made clear footsteps on this outdoor wooden board. He was easily discovered under the moonlight, and the few people who were still chattering dispersed instantly.

The speedboat started and began to untie the mooring rope. Two burly men came up to meet them, and other figures jumped on the speedboat.

Now that he had been discovered, Yan Qing no longer hid, and strode closer, but hid the shotgun behind him with one hand.

Thanks to Gai Qingyun's electronic focus and optical magnification, even Yan Qing could only vaguely see the figure, but suddenly heard the Bluetooth headset exclaiming: "Gun! They have shotguns in their hands..."

With just a few tenths of a second of advance notice, Yan Qing suddenly quickened his pace and rushed forward!

But the moment the opponent raised his shotgun, he suddenly pounced on the sampan sailing ship on the side.

As a high-end resort near the sea, there are still more than a dozen various boats beside the dozens of meters long pier. It is just a yacht. Two high-speed speedboats are the protagonists, and motorboats and the like are just toys.

The shotgun fire that was so common during the day exploded into a striking fire at night.

This surprised the gunmen who may have never shot at night, because the flames emitted from the muzzle of the large-caliber shotgun instantly affected their vision.

It's a bit like flash blindness when you come out of a long tunnel and suddenly see a bright light.

And this unfamiliar experience made the shooter subconsciously pull the trigger all the way!
The two-stage double-barreled shotgun trigger is equivalent to firing two shotgun shells almost at the same time!
Yan Qing, who threw himself to the bow of the ship that was half a man high, could only hear the whistling of the wind, like a knife being whipped past him. He could even feel the wind speed with the smell of gunpowder smoke as he just passed by.

Then he jumped out without hesitation and pulled the trigger!
He knows these shotguns better than anyone, including the semi-retired training guns lent to this newly opened shooting range.

It has almost no lethality at about 20 meters away, because the shotgun used for flying saucer shooting has the smallest steel ball inside, and a long-distance hit will cause skin trauma.

Originally, this project simulated shooting birds, that is, the power of a hail of bullets hitting birds.

With the strict control of firearms in the mainland, Yan Qing didn't think they had many powerful deer bullets, which were single-point bullets that could knock down adult stags and wild boars.

Moreover, all training guns have no throat constriction, which is a bell mouth that can be temporarily installed on the muzzle to adjust the shot dispersion area.

It would be even more scattered and less powerful.

Including the Damascus steel shotgun in Yan Qing's own hand, they are all sports firearms that have reduced their power as much as possible and can only shoot birds.

So when he dodged, he didn't even do it seriously. He just raised his arms slightly to block his chest and face.

Now, I am taking advantage of the moment after the opponent fires to rush in, really just to be more lethal.

At this time, the distance was only six or seven meters away. Yan Qing could clearly see that the gunman was busy reloading, and the man next to him actually raised a pistol in his hand...

Maybe they also know that the distance is far and it is difficult to hit with the pistol, so they can suppress the scene with one shot anyway.

But he didn't expect that Yan Qing had fired tens of thousands of rounds with this large-caliber shotgun, and he was so familiar with it that he couldn't be more familiar with it.

He even got close to him desperately, and then he was really embarrassed!

The accomplice holding the pistol was affected by the muzzle flash and paused briefly to cover his eyes.

Yan Qing took the initiative to attack!

Bang!
Hundreds of steel balls exploded by a single shot will spread into a half-meter diameter ten meters away, and half a person's range is 15 meters away.

But now Yan Qing is three or four meters closer, and she is ruthlessly hitting her face!
Just hearing a scream, the big man holding the pistol dropped the gun and covered his face and fell to the ground...

As soon as the accomplice who was loading the weapon subconsciously looked back, Yan Qing grabbed the Damascus steel barrel and slapped the beautifully patterned walnut stock hard on his face!

His face was full of flowers, but before he could react, the second blow hit him on the back of his neck, and he fell to the ground exhausted!

While Yan Qing was telling Gai Qingyun to ask the little agent to take people to hide, he already bent down to pick up the pistol, threw the shotgun into the water next to him, and quickly searched him.

Sure enough, I found a few pellets of ammunition, pistol bullets and shotgun shells mixed in my pocket.

It looks unprofessional.

Ignoring the two people whose faces were bleeding, one was unconscious and the other was screaming, Yan Qing had already rushed to the last part of the trestle.

The high-speed motorboat has already left the shore, and even fired two bang-bang shots in this direction!
Yan Qing, who raised her hand to cover it, clearly felt as if her elbow had been slapped.

He had turned around and jumped onto the yacht next to him.

The management of yachts that are more than ten meters long is usually very strict. The boss himself hands over the keys and chains of all the boats to a dedicated person for management.

But today Yan Qing came back and talked to him shoulder to shoulder. After that, she went into the woods and put the stainless steel key that looked like a small socket wrench in her pocket.

He really just forgot about it at the time. He found it at night and thought he had gone to play early in the morning, so he didn't care.

Now I untied the cable, started the engine, and slowly drove away from the small pier, only to find that the high-speed speedboat was almost out of sight!

The photos Gai Qingyun sent back to the task force were all: "It's really impossible to catch up. I really can't do it..."

Everyone from leaders to experts to big bosses were anxious: "Can you concentrate on driving the boat and play with your mobile phone? What time has it been!"

Gai Qingyun really wanted to invite them to see how slow the yacht accelerates from zero to [-] kilometers!

It's just a symbolic chase.

(End of this chapter)