The Genius

Towards dusk, a motorcade drove to Chunfeng waste factory. Zhao Siwen sat in the middle of the car, and Lincoln was very high spirited.

Half an hour ago, he received news from Zhao Jinzhong and Mu Xiu that after they had sacrificed 45 brothers, ye Tianlong was finally killed by them.

Zhao Jinzhong also sent a picture of Ye Tianlong's death.

Mu Xiu asked Zhao Siwen to deal with the scene, because he and Zhao Jinzhong were also seriously injured and unable to move. At the same time, they discussed how to deal with emperor Tianju.

Zhao Siwen is very happy, ye Tianlong died, and then killed Feng Jiutian and Lingxiao, he is not only the leader of the capital hall, but also the great hero of the thirteen leagues.

So he went to the waste factory to deal with the tail, but for safety reasons, Zhao Siwen still took 50 guards, ten of them with guns.

"Ye Tianlong is dead. The next one is Feng Jiutian."

On the way, Zhao Siwen tied up his long hair, then pinched out a lotus King: "is there any news about Phoenix nine days?"

"I don't know her whereabouts at the moment. I think she's hiding to recover from her injuries."

"But I've sent out nearly 100 brothers to find out the whereabouts of Feng Jiutian at any cost."

Confidants give a deadline: "it is estimated that there will be news tomorrow."

"Be quick!"

Zhao Siwen lit King Furong with a slap: "otherwise, Feng Jiutian would be in trouble if she could catch her breath and contact her subordinates to fight with us."

Although he has an advantage now, Feng Jiutian has been in charge of the capital Tangkou for too many years. She really ignores her troubles. It's hard to say who will win or lose.

So we must kill Feng Jiutian before the plum blossom virus is solved.

The confidant respectfully replied, "don't worry, master. You must have killed Feng Jiutian."

Hearing that his subordinates were so confident, Zhao Siwen nodded happily and then spat out a mouthful of smoke. He felt that the day was really pleasant

After driving for 30 minutes, the motorcade finally stopped at the gate of Chunfeng waste factory. Looking at the quiet factory, Zhao Siwen was not surprised.

This place is rotten and remote, and it is also a waste factory with serious pollution. Few normal people will come here except the workers in the factory.

And the staff went home.

"Ye Tianlong's car?"

When Zhao Siwen asked people to open the rusty iron door, he also saw Ye Tianlong's car parked at the door, with a joke on his lips:

"it's really interesting that things are right and people are wrong."

He flicked out his cigarette end: "Ye Tianlong, you can't blame me. It's you who offended the wrong people..."

After that, he waved to go in, and the motorcade soon drove in again. After bypassing several warehouses and low buildings, he approached the scene of the accident.

"Stop the car!"

When approaching the waste stacking area, Zhao Siwen's face changed slightly, indicating that the motorcade all stopped.

His nose not only smelled the smell of leather and blood from the waste factory, but also a touch of death that made him uneasy.

According to the truth, Zhao Jinzhong and Mu Xiu are alive. The factory should not be so dead.

Zhao Siwen got out of the car door, reached for the phone and called Zhao Jinzhong, waving his hand to keep his men on high alert.

Originally happy, he is now alert and dignified because of the blood and quiet in the air.

In particular, the phone can not be connected, Zhao Siwen face moment dignified: "there is a problem, everyone be careful!"

More than 50 men pulled out their weapons, spread out their training, and then slowly pressed forward.

Zhao Siwen dials Mu Xiu's mobile phone again. A bell rings in front of him. It looks like Mu Xiu's phone, but no one answers after six rings.

Zhao Siwen's heart sank.

Five minutes later, more than 50 people escorted Zhao Siwen into the stacking area. They did not see the body, only four or five holes covered by paper.

"Ding -"

and Mu Xiu's mobile phone, on a piece of paper, rang wildly.

Zhao Siwen hung up the phone and drank: "one group went up to dig a hole, two groups, three groups were on guard, four groups were searching around."

With the issuance of this order, the elite of the 13 leagues on the 50th and 50th quickly dispersed and performed their respective duties.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Under the alert of eight short guns, nine men in grey came forward with a face of Xiaosha, and pulled away the paper covering the hole.

At first, there was nothing unusual about the paper, but after opening more than 20 pieces of paper, a lot of blood and dirt began to appear on the paper.

Zhao Siwen's eyelids leaped and drank: "tear it all apart."

He had difficulty breathing. He came to the waste factory to welcome the victory, but the result was such a variable.

The nine men in grey clothes, regardless of their hands stained with blood, speeded up to tear apart the paper. Several of Zhao Siwen's confidants also joined in and cleaned up with their hands and feet.

Zhao Siwen didn't move. Who knows if there was a trap in the hole? He even stepped back two steps and let his body hide behind several armed bodyguards.

One by one, the paper peels away, and there are more and more bloodstains, which makes them more and more dignified.But no one noticed that the paper left their fingerprints.

"Come on! Come on

Five minutes later, three deep pits suddenly appeared in front of the public, with more than 40 bodies lying in the three pits.

Because it's only three or four hours, the body and blood are still the most vivid pictures.

Mu Xiu's head is at the forefront of the pit, but his sharp eyes have lost their light.

Only the expression of complaint, unwilling, angry!

Behind him was Zhao Jinzhong, whose head had been cut off, and he was put on the body sadly.

Thirteen League children's stomach is twitching, with a strong desire to vomit, how did they not expect to see such a scene.

Zhao Siwen did not expect that muxiu died, and the powerful muxiu died, and his head was cut off mercilessly.

That sad, that indignation, let him ignore that he is received by Mu Xiu and Zhao Jinzhong text message.

How could that be? How could that be?

Zhao Siwen was hard to believe, but the bloody fact made him worried. He wanted to rush to have a look, but he stopped.

Although he was a little confused, he knew that it was easy to die if he stepped forward rashly. God knows if there is explosive in the body.

Dead silence!

Half a minute later, Zhao Si Wen knelt down and yelled: "Ye Tianlong, I won't let you go!"

More than 50 people knelt down on one knee and yelled at Tianchang: "kill Ye Tianlong, kill Ye Tianlong!"

They swore that they would pay Ye Tianlong's blood debt.

"Woo -"

just then, there was a harsh siren outside, accompanied by a burst of high beam light, and then a clear voice came:

"listen, we are Beijing police, you are surrounded."

Wu ningbing said to the audience: "lay down your arms, stop fighting, surrender, don't be a fearless resistance..."

Zhao Siwen looked at the bloody hand on the paper, and his heart sank:

hit the trick.