President Huan, Pampered Wife Love

Chapter 113 The Battle of the Nighthawk 2
Mu Qingkong stared at him blankly at first, then she understood, and she told Leng Jinghan like this in her heart... she was not prepared at all, even though she knew that Leng Jinghan would not do anything to hurt her. However, he turned out to be indistinguishable from public and private.

"Okay, eat quickly, rest early after eating, don't you want to accompany Xiaoran to the flower market early tomorrow morning?!" Leng Jinghan's voice was still calm, but his eyes softened a little.

What he wants to know, he doesn't need to know from Qingkong at all, but he understands Qingkong's temperament, he doesn't like her who doesn't distinguish between public and private, the last time she showed her police card and insisted on seeing him, that kind of behavior has already happened. There was a big thorn in her heart, if something really happened in the future... He didn't like to make her hate herself because of him.

Southern District Police Department.

The few people in the claustrophobic space have gone crazy in various degrees, among them, Xiao Si, who has always been tolerant, and Xiao Qi, who has always been ruthless regardless of whether he treats the enemy or himself, look a little better, and the smooth Xiao Wu is the second However, the most painful thing was Xiao Liu, whose personality had never been very outstanding.

He was locked in a claustrophobic space for many consecutive days. He didn't know the time. It was pitch black everywhere. Everyone talked, everything he ate, plus the harsh environment...everything tortured his body and mind, especially the dark ones. popular!

Xiao Liu was sitting on the ground, lying against the wall, gasping for breath weakly, his eyes had lost the look of the past, they were empty and without any focus on the front, but the front was still dark .

Shangguan Mu listened to the police officer's report on the situation of several people. With a pen in his hand, he tapped the table lightly. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "No one spoke?"

The police officer shook his head and said, "A few people are suffering, but still no one speaks. I have never seen such a patient person."

Generally speaking, in such a claustrophobic space, strong people can absolutely collapse their mental oppression within five days. However, those few people were suppressed abruptly, and it was even obvious that everyone felt uncomfortable. It's terrible, but no one spoke, not even talking to himself...

"Wait for the one in closed room 3!" Shangguan Mu gave the order indifferently, "Start with the weak..."

"Yes!" The police officer responded and backed out.

Shangguan Mu Qingni rolled her eyes at the closed office door, then took out her phone and dialed...

"Why did Mu Sir have such leisure to call me today?" Mr. R's lazy voice came from the phone, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

Shangguan Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly, "Mr. R won't be joking with me with the resources of the police station?"

"Hahahaha——" Mr. R raised his head and laughed loudly. After laughing for a while, he suddenly stopped laughing, and a sinister aura slipped through his eyes, "Mu sir, don't go around this with me. !"

Shangguan Mu snorted coldly in his heart, and his face was even more disdainful, but his voice was still calm and he said slowly: "Is there really a behind-the-scenes manipulation behind Nighthawk?"

"Mu sir already knows the answer, so why bother to visit me?" Mr. R's voice was a little cold, "However, what I can tell you is that if you want to pry open the mouth of Nighthawk's number group quickly, I'm afraid... It is more effective for you to focus on Qizai!"

Shangguan Mu frowned suddenly. He suddenly had a feeling that Mr. R knew everything about the police station.

"Okay, Mu sir..." Mr. R raised his eyebrows, "I'll wait for your good news."

After finishing the words, Mr. R had already hung up the phone. He was standing in front of the window, with a silver mask covering almost his entire face. He was holding a cane in his hands, and his back was slightly hunched. Looking from behind, he looked like an ordinary old man , but, who knows, he is only in his 50s?

"Sir, what should I do next?" The man asked softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Mr. R's thoughts.

Mr. R didn't answer, but kept looking outside. After a while, he asked, "What has Xiao Chen been doing recently?"

"Stay where you are!" the man replied, "It seems that he wants to see the final result of Leng Jinghan on the number ball."

"I heard... the lawyer team of the digital group is very gorgeous?" Mr. R asked suddenly.

"Yes!" The man looked at Mr. R strangely. Didn't he already know this?
The corner of Mr. R's mouth curled into a weird smile, and he said slowly, "Leng Jinghan is thinking about waiting for the batch of goods in his hand to be released... are you thinking about the numbers?!"

Hearing this, the man slightly widened his lower eyelids, then frowned and asked, "Isn't he afraid that the mouth of the digital group will be pried open?"

"What do you think?"

The man lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment. Now it seems that those few people have been locked in the claustrophobic space for five or six days, and they have not been pried open. It is conceivable that either their willpower is too strong, or... Too loyal!
When people have obsessions, in many cases, explosive power is hard to imagine.

"Then you want to wait for them to ship?" the man asked.

Mr. R stopped talking, Leng Jinghan is not a fool, and Xiao Chen is not a fool either, they will definitely doubt about the number group, but...how could they think of him?

Mr. R smiled, and his smile was very treacherous. Shangguan Mu is good at everything, but unfortunately, his only weakness is his attachment to feelings, and his obsession with Mu Qingkong is too deep. Naturally, taking risks... he He will also do it, after all, he will not suffer from any aspect of this matter.

The man looked at Mr. R's back, his eyes flickered, and he said hesitantly: "Leng Jinghan is very thoughtful. For so many years, he has been going out with a large number of goods, and he has not been caught by the police. This time ..."

"This time?" Mr. R smiled, such a brilliant smile, reflected through the glass and fell into the man's eyes, it was indescribably chilling, "This time... who knows? I'd rather Let's see if Yuanko's son is stronger than him!"

The man lowered his head slightly and didn't answer, because he knew that Mr. R didn't need him to answer.

Time passed slowly as always, and would not stop because of everyone or something. In a blink of an eye, another three days passed.

After a few days of reporting on the "Falcon" operation, the media in City A gradually became quiet. Even various associations believed that Nighthawk had fallen, and that Nighthawk, which existed like a god, disappeared in City A. Some people regretted it. At the same time, most of them are gloating. Without competitors, their "business" is always relatively easy to do.

In the Southern District Police Station, Shangguan Mu stood outside the claustrophobic room, looking at the room where Xiao Qi was locked up, with a faint smile on his pretty diamond-shaped lips, that kind of smile contained sarcasm and disdain...

"Mu sir, should you bring him out?" the policeman asked for instructions.

Shangguan Mu nodded slightly, his eyes gradually became deeper.

When people with strong willpower can't stand the claustrophobic space... it's just a matter of time!
Shangguan Mu was standing on the rooftop with a cup of instant coffee in his hand. It was already winter in City A, and the cold wind hit his cheeks, bringing pain like a knife blade. However, Shangguan Mu's face could not be seen. Emotionally, he was very quiet, as if isolated from the cold wind.

The impatient footsteps of "Deng Deng Deng" came, showing the urgency of the visitor. When Shangguan Mu raised his eyes, Mu Qingkong's figure had already fallen into the bottom of his eyes. They were all smiles, but this kind of smile disappeared without a trace when Mu Qing stood in front of him panting.

"Mu sir!" Mu Qingkong's voice was a little anxious, "I heard that... Nighthawk's people were interrogated?!"

Although it is doubtful, but Mu Qingkong has obviously confirmed it. Logically, Shangguan Mu would not go to the interrogation in the bureau in person. Of course, no one doubted Shangguan Mu's motives, no matter his identity or family background, he would not allow others to question him.

Mu Qingkong looked at Shangguan Mu closely, she was even a little nervous, asking for no reason, "Did he speak?"

Shangguan Mu majored in criminal psychology. What's more, he went to the United States to hold seminars with many psychologists some time ago. Others may not know it, but Mu Qingkong knows very well that those so-called scholars are very interested in Shangguan Mu. How to look at it differently, it is obvious that no one can control him in this respect.

Just imagine, a person who has stayed in a confined space for nearly ten days, in a state of collapse, with no one to speak, no hope, and his spirit is on the verge of collapse, facing a master who can control the opponent's psychology Say, what else can't be pried out? !
The answer is yes, so, when Mu Qingkong heard that Yeying's Qizai was interrogated last night as soon as she got to work, she rushed into Shangguan Mu's office immediately. I went to the rooftop to look for him, and he was indeed here.

Shangguan Mu leaned lightly on the fence and looked at Mu Qingkong with deep eyes. There was not much expression on the surface, but deep in his eyes was a deep fascination and a sense of sourness.

The clear sky is still the same clear sky, but...it's just superficial, working hard, rushing to the front regardless of everything...it seems that she really hasn't changed at all.

However, she is different...

Her eyes are not as indifferent as before, and she can often see a glass-like brilliance sliding over her eyelids, which is so captivating and intoxicating... But this kind of brilliance is not for him, but for cold eyes. Jinghan!
She loves Leng Jinghan just like he loves her, right?

As Shangguan Muru thought about it, a trace of sour helplessness slipped through his heart. If he knew that falling in love with her would make him feel so at a loss, shouldn't he have helped her when he was in school?
The answer is no... Perhaps, from the moment he wanted to help her, he had already sunk into the invisible vortex she gave him.

"What capacity are you asking?" Shangguan Mu asked indifferently, seeing Mu Qingkong was slightly taken aback, and said quietly, "If it is a private identity, then it is already working hours, if it is a police officer..."

Shangguan Mu paused for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became stern: "Officer Mu Qingkong!"

"Sir!" Mu Qingkong reflexively stood up and saluted.

"Operation Falcon has a lot to do with it. When sir doesn't give an order, can you explore it casually?" Shangguan Mu's voice was very calm, but it could be heard that there was a hint of displeasure as a boss.

"..." Mu Qingkong pursed her lips and did not speak. She was really anxious just now, but what Shangguan Mu said was not bad. He is the chief person in charge of the operation. Whoever he wants to ask, or what the deployment of the operation is, is not something people can question , "Sir, I overstepped!"

(End of this chapter)