Urban Bounty Hunter

Under the operation of painting during working hours like an old man fishing, time passed slowly.

More than an hour later, at twelve o'clock, a landscape watercolor painting finally came to an end.

Holding the paint tray and paintbrush in his hand, he took a few steps back. The old man was obviously very satisfied with his painting.

After putting down the things in his hand, he took out an elderly mobile phone, and old man Yang dialed a number to go out.

After a while, the phone was connected.

"Boss."

"Well, at nine o'clock in the evening, bring that young man to the villa, and I will meet him."

"Yes, boss."

"Well, that's it, I'm going to eat."

After finishing speaking, the old man directly hung up the phone, put it in his pocket, took off his leather apron, and walked out of the workshop.

"Master Yang, we are waiting for you."

The other master chefs outside also didn't go to the cafeteria. They didn't put down their work until old man Yang came out, washed their hands one by one, walked and chatted with the old man, and walked to the cafeteria in the factory.

And old man Yang kept smiling and chatting with everyone, and when other workers in the factory greeted him, he responded with a gentle face.

It seems that he is such a gentle and kind old man.

Apparently the old man managed his personal setup very well in the factory, and the workers around him never knew that this master master whom everyone admired was actually a werewolf who didn't take human life seriously.

In the afternoon, it was time for the Jinshan branch of Jinhui Leather Factory to get off work.

Except that some workers on duty stayed behind and were responsible for the leather soaked in the vat in the backyard, which was turned over at regular intervals, or it needed to be taken out to dry when the time came.

Everyone else left.

Old man Yang also got off work on time at five o'clock.

A person, with his hands behind his back, his gray hair combed meticulously, and the clothes on his body have also been changed and are clean.

Then, all the way out of the factory, to the nearby... bus station.

When the car arrives, swipe the card to get on the car.

On the way, I changed another train, got off at Banqiao West Road, and entered Binhai No. 2 Village.

Chu Xiao, who parked his car on Beitai Road two blocks away, was speechless looking at this neighborhood, which is not old but not high-end either.

This old man must have made a lot of money, and he still lives in this kind of place.

But after thinking about it, his ostensible identity is just a master craftsman in a leather factory, and his salary is not low, but he is not enough to live in a villa.

It's just that living here, most of them are people he knows, and there are so many people with mixed eyes, how can he see other people under his command?

Does he have another residence?

Yes!

Thinking of this, a flash of light flashed in Chu Xiao's mind: This old man must have been summoned elsewhere.

In a community like Binhai No. 2 Village, it is definitely not possible.

That being the case, Chu Xiao waited quietly.

By the way, find a place to settle dinner.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Chu Xiao, who was sitting in the car, noticed that the old man had tidied up and went out. It seemed that he was going to go for a walk.

After going downstairs, he even spoke to his neighbors and said hello.

At first Chu Xiao thought nothing was wrong.

Unexpectedly, this old man walked along Chenghe Road to Weiqing West Road, and then got into a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle parked on the side road.

"There is a situation"!"

Seeing the old man's movements, Chu Xiao immediately realized that there was a problem, so he quickly started the car and followed.

Pudong New District, West Heli Road, Qiandao Garden.

This is a large-scale villa area.

After entering the villa area from the north gate, the car went straight in and stopped in front of a European-style villa with a white exterior wall shaded by trees.

Such a villa, even though it is already in the south of Pudong New District, is still worth a lot.

At least two hundred million.

The commercial vehicle stopped, and the co-pilot got off alone. After looking around, he opened the door.

Immediately afterwards, the old man got out of the car.

A group of three people entered the villa.

Inside the villa, there are two other people waiting, a man and a woman.

The two waited at the entrance porch, and after saluting respectfully, the man stayed behind, while the old man, led by the woman, went upstairs to the bedroom.

After a while, the old man who changed into an exquisite Tang suit came out from the bedroom.

"Boss." The woman waiting at the door of the bedroom greeted respectfully.

"Well, go to the study. After a while, Lao Xiao will come over. Take him, and the people he brought, to the study to find me."

"Yes, boss."

Afterwards, the two entered the study room, the woman made tea, turned and left, and when she went out, she gently closed the door.

About 50 meters north of the intersection of Meiyuan Road and Helou Road, Chu Lian's car was parked here.

After scanning by the small radar, the four people in the old man's villa were all armed, and four people were resting in the basement.

Also with a gun.

The old man is amazing. In one villa, plus the two who picked him up, there are eight gunmen. Moreover, it seems that these guys have entered a state of alert after the old man arrived.

Obviously, these eight gunmen should be the real confidantes of the old man, and they are also the source of confidence to protect his safety and allow him to truly control such a large group.

However, the eight people here are all adopted by the old man with a small wine glass, and when they are older, they are sent abroad to receive professional military training.

Loyalty, no questions asked. They all regard the old man as their father.

The strength is even worse, there are more than 30 orphans in total, and only a dozen of them came back alive in the end.

Others either had accidents during training, were disabled and abandoned, or died during actual combat training.

The remaining dozen or so people are the old man's most important support.

In addition to these eight people, there are several people who are not here.

But Chu Xiao didn't know about this.

Within a radius of at least one kilometer, there was no one with a gun except for the patrolling police.

It was nearly nine o'clock.

"`||Dididi, found the target task, number P001."

The small radar in my mind suddenly gave an alarm, and at the same time a red mark appeared on the three-dimensional screen in my mind.

One kilometer left (good Zhao Hao) on the right side of the street, an Audi Q5 is moving forward, sitting on the driver's cab is the marked red target numbered P001.

It was also the person Chu Xiao saw in the old man's portrait in the leather tanning factory.

As the distance drew closer, Chu Xiao found that the appearance of this person was exactly the same as that of the person in the portrait.

And this person is Lao Xiao.

Just as Old Xiao was able to judge Old Man Yang's identity through his shadow, Old Man Yang also engraved his appearance clearly in his mind for this old brother, Old Xiao.

Therefore, even without comparing himself with the photos, old man Yang can easily draw a portrait of Lao Xiao.

And it was a good thing that they remembered so clearly.

But what he didn't know was that it was cheaper to Chu Xiao in the dark.

That's right, old man Yang is very cautious, but he would never have imagined that in this world, there are people who can have the ability like God's perspective, and can monitor his every move without using equipment.