Lao K's face is unusually calm. He doesn't feel confused because he mengping suddenly loses contact. His eyes are watching warily in the dark outside the car window.

On both sides of the provincial road are vast wasteland. After driving for more than 20 minutes, Lao K tries to dial he mengping's number again, but it is still off.

"Change course! Go to the path

Old K realized the potential danger, temporarily changed his attention, Zhou Zheng quickly turned off the provincial road from the only fork.

Originally, according to the route provided by Yang Xiaobao, they didn't need too long to arrive at the port city, which is close to the idea of fleeing abroad. But now they have entered a deserted path. What is waiting for them in front of them can't be predicted. Zhou Zheng is more and more upset, and his hands holding the steering wheel are full of cold sweat.

Rough bumpy path on both sides of the lush grass, lights shining on the road ahead, you can see a huge pit in the distance.

Zhou Zheng had no choice but to reduce the speed. His brow was frowned, his face was frowned and depressed. "Big brother, the road ahead is broken, I can't walk."

Old K, sitting in the back seat, looks forward. The pothole illuminated by the headlights is at least one meter in diameter and depth. If he drives forward, the car will definitely sink in and can't get out.

"Get out of the car!"

Old K hesitated for a moment, and his heart suddenly surged up with a sense of frustration. He planned to take Zhou Zheng to leave the car.

Zhou Zheng was helpless and desperate. He pushed the door and got off with an impatient look. He threw the car key into the grass on the side of the road.

Two people smear forward, the pace is not fast, just out of less than half a kilometer distance, suddenly around the red and blue lights.

Zhou Zheng was like a big enemy. He was stunned in the same place.

In the flickering light, two police cars could be seen, with a group of policemen with submachine guns and black helmets standing beside them.

Old K saw such a formation, his body trembled violently for a moment, his face was like ashes, his mouth was twitching constantly, and his frightened expression was condensed on his invisible face.

A group of armed special police officers quickly surrounded them. In a flash, they could not escape.

Lao K and Zhou Zheng's last psychological defense line nearly collapsed at the same time. They know that the only choice left now is to give up.

If they try to resist, the submachine guns in the hands of so many policemen will beat them into beehives in the blink of an eye.

At the plastic factory in the outskirts of Muqi City, more than 200 kilometers away, Yang Xiaobao easily settled the group of strong men who stayed behind to guard him and Su Mei. He cooperated with the police to send those strong men to the police car, and he drove Su Mei back home first.

Su Mei experienced the near disaster of life and death. She was in a trance. When she got home, she sat on the sofa and said nothing. She didn't seem to be relieved from her fear.

"Have a good rest. I have something else to do."

Gently patted Su Mei's shoulder, Yang Xiaobao quickly left her home.

As soon as he got downstairs, he received a message from Lao Liu that the police's network collection operation was a complete success. A pair of special police were escorting Zhou Zheng and Lao K back to Muqi city. Yang Xiaobao showed a relaxed smile.

At 3:30 in the morning, no trace of people can be seen on the street. Yang Xiaobao arrives at Lianchi Road police station where Lao K and others are temporarily detained. Lao Liu has been waiting for him in the police station yard with a happy face.

At the moment when he saw Lao Liu, Yang Xiaobao said with a smile, "this time, it's a great success, and there's no fish missing the net. Lao Liu, you have to treat me to a good drink!"

Looking at Yang Xiaobao's relaxed and smiling face, Lao Liu felt relieved and burst out a burst of hearty laughter, "please! You've been a great help to me

After a few words of whispered conversation, Yang Xiaobao comes to a closed interrogation room on the second floor of the police station. Before entering the door, he glimpses song Yiguang sitting in the interrogation room with sweat all over his head from the outside window.

The vice governor, who used to be superior, must be thinking about whether he can survive? The corner of Yang Xiaobao's mouth passed a faint smile. He pushed the door and walked into the interrogation room.

"Vice governor Song, you cooperated perfectly this time. I have to thank you!"

Yang Xiaobao has a light smile on his face. He looks at Song Yiguang with an extremely nervous look in a sarcastic tone.

Song Yiguang's astonished and urgent eyes swept to Yang Xiaobao, "I've explained everything I can. When will you give me the antidote for neurotoxin?"

"I can't see that you are so eager to survive."

Yang Xiaobao looked at the wrist watch, "do you know what time it is?"

Song Yiguang's back is cold and his shirt is almost soaked with sweat. He doesn't know the exact time, but he feels that he is close to death.

Yang Xiaobao told him that neurotoxin will attack in 12 hours.

"Give me the antidote!"

Song Yiguang's mood nearly collapsed, and his gloomy eyes stared at Yang Xiaobao and roared.

"It's been more than 12 hours. Aren't you still sitting here?"

Yang Xiaobao ignored song Yiguang's madness, said with a smile, got up and walked out of the interrogation room.

As soon as he got to the door, Yang Xiaobao caught a glimpse of old Liu Zheng standing at the door with a secretive and mysterious expression. He turned around and looked at Song Yiguang. His joking smile seemed to give song Yiguang a hard slap.

"In fact, the injection I gave you was not a bullshit neurotoxin. It was just a injection of glucose solution. It didn't have any side effects on the human body. On the contrary, it could help you refresh."

In an instant, song Yiguang felt a sudden tingle in his heart, and his eyes were black. what's that?! Glucose solution?!

At this time, he realized that he had been fooled around by a hairy boy in his twenties. Song Yiguang, who had been in officialdom for half his life, was just like a ball out of breath. He was so angry that he suddenly lost consciousness and fainted in the interrogation room.

"It's you! All these cunning old foxes have been tricked out of their way by all kinds of tricks. "

Seeing that Yang Xiaobao came out of the interrogation room, Lao Liu praised in a sincere tone, and immediately felt a little respect and admiration in his heart.

This young man's strategy is so unique! Just a few words of panic, the use of a needle of glucose solution, a look irreversible adversity completely changed?! It's incredible!

"As the old saying goes, we are not tired of deceit."

Yang Xiaobao and Lao Liu looked at each other and gave Lao Liu a cigarette.

The trial is not over yet. Although Lao K, the biggest behind the scenes leader, and his confidants Zhou Zheng and he mengping are all arrested, they are still in a tearful attitude and silent in the interrogation room.

There was almost no breakthrough in the whole night's interrogation. The three of them sat in three different interrogation rooms, and none of them told the truth of the crime.

Yang Xiaobao went home to sleep. After receiving the "call for help" from Lao Liu, he came to Lianchi Road police station again.

Vice governor Song Yiguang has been escorted to the detention center. Lao Liu hopes Yang Xiaobao can have a talk with Lao K and Zhou Zheng to find a breakthrough in the trial.

On the way here, Yang Xiaobao pondered for a short time. Instead of facing Lao K, he walked into Zhou Zheng's interrogation room.

Zhou Zheng's sleepy expression drooped his head. When he heard the footsteps approaching, he didn't even bother to lift his head. He was still silent.

"Old friend, you've lost so badly this time that you don't even have the capital to make a comeback. I still want to wait for you to go out and fight with me again, ah

Yang Xiaobao tut sighed, the words of the general let Zhou Zheng raise his head full of eyes.

Zhou Zheng's fists were tightly clenched, and his nails were about to sink into his skin. His hatred and anger were like a huge wave.

He saw that Yang Xiaobao, instead of being bombed into a pile of broken meat last night, was sitting at the interrogation table unharmed. His confusion and amazement suppressed his anger for a moment.

"Who on earth are you? You're not a policeman. Why help the policeman? "

The past experiences emerge in my mind. Zhou Zheng frowns tightly, and he opens his mouth full of doubts.

When I think of the scene of my first contact with Yang Xiaobao, it was because Yang Xiaobao robbed him of the market share of his mobile phone accessories business that conflicts broke out with Yang Xiaobao. But now I'm a prisoner. It seems that it's thanks to him. What's his identity?

Yang Xiaobao shakes his head, smiles indifferently and refuses to comment on Zhou Zheng's question.

"I'll show you a way now. It's up to you whether you can go or not."

After a moment of silence, Yang Xiaobao stares at Zhou Zheng's eyes with a smile, and decides to have a heart attack.

"Song Yiguang has explained all the facts and process of his crime, and has been escorted to the detention center, staring at the prosecution to launch charges." Yang Xiaobao a little pause, expression is very flat, "if you now confess still have time, I can negotiate with the police, protect you as a Stain Witness."

"Hum!" Zhou Zheng's cold smile is full of despair, "do you think I will believe what you say?"

"Believe it or not," Yang Xiaobao grinned, his face full of emotion, "don't you just work for old K? Now it's a disaster. Do you want to save old K's life with your life? You are too loyal. "

In his heart, Zhou Zheng was extremely entangled and desperate. He knew that now that he was in this situation, the situation was gone and he could not go back to heaven.

Yang Xiaobao frowned slightly and sighed, "don't think I don't know your internal organizational structure. The earlier you explain the crime, the better it will be for you."

"I didn't commit a crime!"

Zhou Zheng gave Yang Xiaobao a hard blow on the table, which made him feel like a stone in the toilet, smelly and hard.