My barbaric female teacher

Su Mei suddenly turns around and stares at Song Zhe with a sneer on her face.

At that moment, the square iron door of the door was locked directly from the outside, making a harsh sound. Six men brought by Song Zhe also climbed from the large mechanical equipment to stand on the steel pipe above.

Yang Xiaobao slowly turned over and frowned at Song Zhe without revealing a word.

"What do you want?"

Su Mei is a little flustered. She stares at Song Zhe fiercely. There is a strong anger in her frightened eyes.

The six men all took out their guns, aiming at Yang Xiaobao and Su Mei. As long as they wanted to escape, the men would shoot without hesitation.

This small chemical plant is almost completely closed, surrounded by brick walls, airtight, the top few glass windows are too far from the ground, it is almost impossible to escape from the windows.

"Did you shoot? What are you hesitating about? "

Yang Xiaobao looks directly at Song Zhe. His tone is a little more provocative, but he doesn't feel any panic and fear. It seems that he has already expected that Song Zhe won't give up easily.

Song Zhe was stunned. He thought that Yang Xiaobao would give up and beg for his own mercy in the face of such a situation that he would almost die. How could he have expected that he stood there with a calm and open-minded look, as if he had ignored life and death.

"How could I let you die so comfortably?"

Song Zheyang starts his hand, lights his talc lighter, closes the cover and goes out. After repeating the action several times, song Zheyang's smile becomes more and more fierce.

He glanced at the countless iron and plastic barrels on both sides of Yang Xiaobao's body. "Hundreds of kilograms of explosives and gasoline, it only takes a few seconds, you two will be buried in the sea of fire, burning not even a hair."

Su Mei's eyes were so frightened that she suddenly realized what the lighter in Song Zhe's hand meant.

Around the gasoline barrels and plastic barrels filled with explosive chemical liquids, Su Mei has some despair. Even if Yang Xiaobao's strong skill has the ability to fight against 100, it can't change the situation of hanging on the line!

Su Mei closed her eyes, only despair left in her heart.

Song Zhe lights the lighter again and throws it toward the pile of gasoline barrels on Yang Xiaobao's left side. The windproof lighter flashes a faint light and flies to the pile of fatal gasoline barrels

"You think you won?"

Yang Xiaobao's just frowned brow stretched slightly. He saw Song Zhe with the six men holding guns jumping behind the steel tube at a high speed and disappeared.

There is a gap behind the large-scale mechanical equipment that can accommodate two people, which was just opened yesterday. This is the retreat left by Song Zhe.

The lighter with the light of fire made an arc in the air, and the speed of flight was too fast to blink. Su Mei watched helplessly, and the whole person was rigid in the same place.

In less than two seconds, Yang Xiaobao's figure flashed toward the position where the lighter was about to fall. It was faster than the speed of the lighter!

Just as the lighter was about to fall on the iron bucket, Yang Xiaobao fell to the ground and hit a plastic bucket. The lighter was precisely held in his hand!

Incredible picture, Su Mei can't even see how Yang Xiaobao does it.

Song Zhe, who escaped from the factory, is full of expectation. After the explosion, it can be completely covered up as an accident. The financial data that can never be disclosed will be assimilated into ashes with the two people

It's a pity that Song Zhe ran dozens of meters away from the factory. He looked back at the direction of the factory with a surprised look. He didn't see a single spark or hear the explosion.

"Boss... This..."

The six men with guns were all stunned. They couldn't figure out what went wrong.

"You guys, go back and have a look!"

Song Zhe's unquestionable cruel tone pointed to the direction of the factory, "when you see those two people, shoot immediately! You can't keep alive! "

At the moment of Song Zhe's speech, the sound of fast footsteps and the glare of high-intensity white light came around.

"Put down your weapons, you are surrounded!"

Armed and armed, dozens of special police officers surrounded from all directions, all armed with submachine guns, surrounded a group of Song Zhe and others.

Song Zhe's head is blank. How can there be a policeman?!

He specially arranged for more than ten younger brothers to be responsible for guarding outside the factory. He was afraid that Yang Xiaobao would stay behind. However, none of the younger brothers had any news. These special police officers appeared in front of him like they had fallen from the sky.

The six men holding guns were shocked. Now they would be beaten into a sieve by the bullets immediately. No one dared to struggle. They threw away their guns one after another and caught them.

Song Zhe's hands are handcuffed, and two policemen twist him onto the black coated special police vehicle. He is completely stunned and his face is as gray as ashes.

Song Xiaobao and Su Mei leave the chemical plant without danger, and the police don't find them to investigate the situation, because Song Zhe's criminal evidence is enough.

As soon as the car left the chemical plant, Su Mei gasped for breath, and caught a glimpse of those police cars flashing sirens not far away. She was so surprised that her eyes were wide open, and she looked at Yang Xiaobao with a wide mouth.

"How could there be a policeman?"

"Mr. Song will go to prison soon."

Yang Xiaobao shakes his head and smiles. His tone of secrecy is a response to Su Mei.

Su Mei pondered for a short time, and then she looked at Yang Xiaobao again with a startled expression, "have you arranged with Lao Liu already?"?! Otherwise, how could the police come out? "

In the face of Su Mei's doubts and speculation, Yang Xiaobao smiles without saying anything. Of course, he would not believe that Song Zhe would submit so easily, so he made a very comprehensive plan with Lao Liu in advance.

The urgent task now is to send the financial data Song Zhe brought to Lao Liu so that they can identify the authenticity of the data.

Not only did not let Yang Xiaobao and the financial data disappear together, but also let himself fall into a prisoner's dilemma. When he arrived at the Public Security Bureau, Song Zhe was numb and felt that the situation had gone.

The plan he had agreed with his father was to hand over the hot financial data to Yang Xiaobao, change it into the account book of the gambling house, and then detonate the chemical plant, so that the data and Yang Xiaobao could be buried in the sea of fire together, but the result was that stealing chicken would not be able to eat rice.

A few days later, song Yiguang, a deputy provincial official, learned the latest situation from various channels. His son Song Zhe was charged with many charges, and the person in charge of the investigation was not a local police force at all, so he had no way to get his son out.

Lao Liu and Yang Xiaobao meet at a teahouse.

Lao Liu wore a slightly old jacket and a black cap, which was very low-key.

Yang Xiaobao sat quietly in front of the tea table. Before he sat down, he joked, "brother Liu, how do you dress up like a debt runner?"

Lao Liu smiles and ignores Yang Xiaobao's joking words. He takes a serious attitude. "Now Song Zhe has been controlled by us, and those financial data can be confirmed to be true. We have traced the relevant overseas accounts and domestic transactions, at least we can be sure that they are related to Dongxing Trading Co., Ltd."

"Very good. We've spread out the net completely. You'll have to give us your order when to close it."

Yang Xiaobao took a sip of tea and answered with a smile.

Lao Liu lit the cigarette in silence and took a few mouthfuls at the smash bar. His face was a bit more difficult and dignified.

"But this financial data has not been able to form a strong evidence chain. Song Yiguang is very smart, and the account holder of all accounts is not him."

When Lao Liu finished speaking, he frowned and pondered.

Yang Xiaobao pondered for a moment and understood Lao Liu's implication. This financial data is not enough to prove the direct interest exchanges between song Yiguang, a senior official, and he mengping, a smuggling gang.

"I've already thought of that. In that case, I'll visit directly. I'll go to find this song Yiguang."

With a firm attitude, Yang Xiaobao looks at Lao Liu with a more melancholy face.

On hearing this, Lao Liu's face was a little more surprised. "Do you have a way?"

"Well, I don't know if it's OK."

"There's no absolute certainty. I don't suggest you try." Lao Liu looks very cautious. He is a capable policeman who has dealt with numerous cases, big and small. He has his own unique judgment of the current situation.

After all, they have been watching the smuggling case for more than a year or two. If something goes wrong at this juncture, leading to the collective escape of smuggling gangs, or song Yiguang himself fleeing overseas first, the case will stagnate again. Lao Liu doesn't want to see such a situation.

"I never do anything I'm not sure about."

Yang Xiaobao is about to leave.

Lao Liu was silent for a short time and did not respond.

Yang Xiaobao, who came to the door, suddenly stopped. He looked back at Lao Liu and asked with a smile, "brother Liu, if it's you, your son will face a dead end, and you will also face a dead end. Will you choose to save yourself or your son?"

Lao Liu was speechless when asked by Yang Xiaobao. He was smoking in his chair and his fingers trembled slightly.

Although he didn't get Lao Liu's direct permission, Yang Xiaobao didn't plan to cancel the action plan. He felt that success or failure depended on this, so he had to meet song Yiguang in person.

It's not difficult to know where song Yiguang lives. After Yang Xiaobao contacted Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu found song Yiguang's address in less than a day with his extensive contacts.

Zhao Yu thinks that a stranger who has never met before wants to visit a senior official at the provincial and ministerial level. However, he can understand that Yang Xiaobao did it himself.

He chose a brand-new suit that he had never worn. Yang Xiaobao took Zhao Yu's Mercedes Benz G550 to a villa in the northwest suburb of Muqi.