Chapter 623

The phone line was suddenly broken; this was not a good thing.

Under the cover of night, nothing could be seen outside the window; there was no abnormality under the dim streetlights, but the calmer it was, the more uneasy he felt.

He hurriedly opened the drawer, where there was a semi-automatic pistol; he checked the magazine, pulled the bolt, closed the safety, and put two spare magazines into his pocket.

He came out of the study; his wife was reading a magazine in the living room.

Although television had started to appear now and could broadcast programs, families that could afford it and were willing to buy it were still a minority.

However, experts claimed that within five years at most, television would quickly become popular and enter thousands of households.

Industries related to television were becoming the people who invested; "watching movies at home" also became the slogan of television; although people couldn't afford it, it didn't prevent people from talking about it.

Just like the middle class talking about luxury cars and the bottom of society talking about houses, their understanding of these things might be better than the manufacturers and developers themselves!

They actually had three children, but the three children were not in New Jincheng, but in other places.

One of the children worked at the Manton City Hall, and the other two children were also civil servants in their hometown.

In a situation where he couldn't ensure he could keep his word, he wouldn't transfer his children, because this would very likely become a handle for others to attack him.

Even if the children also hoped to come here.

So in this house, there were only him and his wife, and a maid, but she had already gone back.

"Dear...", the woman saw her husband walking out of the study with a solemn expression, holding a pistol in his hand; at first, she exclaimed, but immediately covered her mouth.

The deputy director walked to her side quickly, comforted her a few words, and then picked up the phone in the living room; there was still no sound at all; the phone line had been cut off.

"We might have encountered trouble.", he looked at his wife, trying his best to make himself look not afraid.

He knew that if he also showed fear at this time, then his wife would collapse.

He wouldn't do that, wouldn't let his wife collapse; he could only force himself to calm down.

His wife's body was trembling, and her eyes were also filled with fear.

"What happened?"

After being silent for a while, the deputy director sighed, "Sorry."

He now knew roughly where the problem was; he didn't immediately agree to make friends with Lanse, so from Director Dai Er's perspective, that was a refusal.

A person who knew the secret and was not willing to become their friend shouldn't live in this world.

Now it was too late for him to regret; he pulled his wife's hand toward the utility room.

The utility room had a small staircase leading to the basement, below which was the basement and the boiler room.

The boiler room of this kind of middle-class community was generally separated in the basement, and the boiler inside was basically always in use to ensure that the family would not lack hot water.

And people who could buy a detached house in a middle-class community wouldn't lack money for boiling water.

He arranged his wife in the basement and then gave her the defensive revolver pistol equipped by the Hazardous Materials Administration, "You know how to use it, right?"

His wife nodded, "Yes, I know; aim at the person I want to shoot, and then pull the trigger hard."

The deputy director nodded, "Yes, that's right, that's it."

He looked at his wife and finally hugged her, "No matter what, if you don't hear my voice, don't trust anyone else!"

After he finished speaking, he let go of his wife and returned to the upstairs.

Just as he was going upstairs, he suddenly heard a slight "zhiya" sound made by the floorboard being stepped on and twisted.

That board was the sound of the floorboard behind the house; before, when moving things, part of the floorboard was broken, and then it rained, the rainwater ate into it, and after exposure to the sun and the severe winter, it became more and more deformed.

Now stepping on it would make a sound; he used to hate this sound, but today, he was suddenly full of gratitude for this sound.

He took a deep breath, held his breath, and his heartbeat was like thunder at this moment!

His temples were also pumping one by one due to the heart pumping blood.

He didn't know if this was adrenaline starting to secrete, but he felt that at this moment, he was terrifyingly strong.

He held the gun with both hands, lowered his posture, and walked to the intersection of the dining room and the room leading to the back; through the blinds on the back door, he saw a figure who seemed to be unscrewing his back door.

The next moment, he raised the weapon in his hand toward that figure and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He was also a law enforcement officer with rich experience; he knew very well that indecision at this time was irresponsible to his own life.

It was just that he didn't expect that the moment he fired, the door was kicked open.

These wooden structure houses could only defend against those civilized people and had no defense against barbarians.

With one kick, the metal latch directly collapsed the wooden lock, and with wood chips flying, the door was kicked open and slammed hard against the wall.

Glass shattered all over the floor, and then the deputy director felt gunfire coming from all directions, which was very lively.

The whole process lasted less than ten seconds; ten seconds later, the gunfire stopped.

He leaned against the wall and walked staggeringly into the dining room, leaned on the table, and sat on the chair.

He looked down at his body, where many small holes were slowly bleeding outward.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, "Motherfucker..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground.

Ai Lun walked to the back door, glanced at the subordinate lying on the ground who had been shot twice, squatted down to check the other person's injuries; two bullets hit his chest.

It shouldn't have hit the heart, but the problem was also very big.

When he breathed, there were already small blood spots spraying out from his mouth and nose with his breathing, and there was a clear sense of suffocation; this was a manifestation of a large amount of blood accumulation in the lungs; he was very likely not to survive until the hospital.

He also sighed, cursed twice, and then sent his subordinates to send him to the nearest hospital as soon as possible.

There were quite a few hospitals in the Starlight District; as long as he could hold on a little longer, there was hope of surviving.

"Cleanup work" was like this; it seemed very ordinary, but it was also full of danger.

Especially when the target of the cleanup was a gang member or a law enforcement officer.

They had weapons in their hands and would pull the trigger without hesitation; one carelessness could cause casualties.

As for the kind of situation where there were no casualties at all, it could only appear in outrageous, messy novels.

Gang life was like this: kill others, or be killed by others.

Hope he could hold on.

Ai Lun's face didn't look good; he walked back into the room, "The intelligence says he also has a wife; find her."

The woman hiding in the basement listened to the dense footsteps coming from the floorboard upstairs, listened to the suddenly intense gunfire and then suddenly disappearing, and she covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

She knew her husband had been killed.

She had no one to rely on anymore and could only rely on herself.

I don't know how long it had been, the basement door was pulled open, and light shone in from the outside; she was startled.

With trembling hands, she raised the pistol and aimed at the stairs coming down; when she saw a pair of legs, she subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Shooting was a very... special skill.

People who had never really shot before would never understand how difficult shooting was; perhaps in their view, shooting was just aiming, pulling the trigger, and hitting the target, that simple.

Two very interesting things happened in the Federation; the first thing, a police officer who had received professional shooting training fired five shots in a row within a distance of five meters because of panic, and didn't hit once.

Another interesting thing was that someone used an automatic rifle, within a distance of ten meters, thirty bullets, and didn't hit once.

Shooting was not a simple job; it was very difficult.

The deputy director's wife hadn't practiced shooting, so the moment she pulled the trigger with her eyes half-closed, the muzzle had already tilted to somewhere she didn't know!

The moment the gunshot rang out, there was a "fuck" curse from the stairs, but fortunately, the bullet didn't hit.

The recoil generated by the revolver pistol caused the woman's wrist, which hadn't gripped tightly and had no psychological resistance, to receive a huge impact.

The gun fell to the ground at once; she hurriedly bent down to look for it; just at this time, several people rushed down from above...

On the other side, the senior agent who refused Pang Da returned home while cursing; he didn't even think and dialed Director Dai Er's phone, but at this time Director Dai Er was not at home.

Director Dai Er's wife told him that when he came back, she would let him return the call to this senior agent.

Sitting in the living room, he was thinking about things absent-mindedly, shaking his legs non-stop.

Shaking his legs seemed to be able to bring him some sense of security, bringing some comfortable psychological changes.

But as he thought, he couldn't help but stand up and walk back and forth.

His wife looked at him, "Did something happen?"

"You look very terrified and uneasy."

The senior agent was stunned, "Is it that obvious?"

His wife nodded, "Didn't you notice?"

"Your head is full of sweat!"

The senior agent raised his hand to wipe it; sure enough, it was full of sweat; his wife took the initiative to walk over and hug him, putting her head on his chest, "What happened?"

The senior agent didn't quite know how to explain this matter, "Today Pang Da... do you know Pang Da?"

She nodded, "I know, you told me enough, his senior agent position was snatched by someone else before."

"Right, that's him; I didn't expect him to actually be Lanse's person, and he even planned to win me over."

"I refused..."

He was actually a bit regretful now; he shouldn't have refused, not that he wanted to make friends with Pang Da and Lanse, but to use this method to delay the other party's reaction time.

Even being able to pretend to make friends, obtain more information, and then utilize it, rather than like now, directly refusing.

He didn't know if Pang Da would be angry from embarrassment, and didn't know if Lanse would do anything, but he was very uneasy now.

"No, we can't stay here; let's leave immediately!"

He said and pulled his wife, then shouted a few times upstairs, calling his two children out, "We are going to grandma's house."

The two children didn't know what happened and immediately cheered.

His wife was from New Jincheng, and her parents also lived here, but they lived in the Xilin District.

The pace of life there was very slow, the cost of living was cheaper than in other districts, and there were no gang evil forces, and it was not noisy, very suitable for the elderly to live.

The family of four immediately entered the garage and got into his car.

He also immediately started the car and stepped on the accelerator to the end.

When leaving the community, he suddenly discovered that several cars were entering the community; he tilted his head and glanced, just one glance, and he was so scared that he almost couldn't hold back his urine!

The young people sitting in those cars looked like killers one by one, and their direction was his house.

He didn't dare to look again, hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and saw through the rearview mirror that the other party's car stopped at a position some distance from his house.

His wife also noticed these, her eyes full of terrified expressions, but also the joy of surviving a disaster!

The senior agent didn't dare to stay, stepped on the accelerator, and the vehicle quickly disappeared on the city road under the cover of night.

After Dai Er let people cut the phone line, through the skills learned from the locksmith, he easily knocked open the door.

The locksmith had made great contributions recently; Lanse mentioned to him the general appearance of a quick lock-picking tool, and the locksmith soon designed and made the thing according to the shape provided by Lanse.

It was like a big key that could be held; insert the key into the keyhole, then twist to apply torque, then move a small picking needle back and forth, and the door lock would be opened in a few seconds.

This tool was very popular and provided a lot of convenience for everyone to perform tasks.

After a group of people entered the room, they carefully checked all the rooms, but finally found that there was no one here.

Dai Wen came to the dining room, touched the ice water glass with water droplets still hanging on the outer wall on the table; he turned around and cursed, "They just now, the car we encountered when we came in!"

But now to chase, it was definitely too late.

He could only take people away from here, and then dialed Lanse's number.

"Boss, we are a step late; they ran away."

Lanse didn't scold him, just let them come back, and then think about where the other party might go.

After Director Dai Er returned home, his wife told him that his subordinate had called just now, saying there was something urgent to find him.

He returned the call, but no one answered; soon he also received Lanse's call, which also explained some situations.

Director Dai Er had not been exposed to this senior agent, which also meant that if the other party wanted to save himself, then Director Dai Er was his first choice.

Next, just wait quietly.

Dai Wen didn't let his subordinates disperse, but had been waiting, waiting for news.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the senior agent had already arrived at his wife's mother's house with his family; he didn't explain in detail what happened, just said he brought his family to play.

But the old man knew that something must have happened.

In the room, he dialed Director Dai Er.

"What do you have that can't be said when you go to work tomorrow?", Director Dai Er's voice revealed a trace of impatience, sounding like there was no problem at all.

The senior agent swallowed his saliva and said his current situation, "When I got off work in the evening, Pang Da found me; he said Lanse wanted to make friends with me; he had already been corrupted."

"I didn't agree to him; I asked him to surrender himself, otherwise I would resolutely report him, and then..."

His voice was filled with thick fear, "Not long after I went back, Lanse's people came, but fortunately I left a step ahead and dodged it!"

"They intended to silence me; fuck, these people really have no law in their eyes!"

After Director Dai Er finished listening, his tone also became serious, "Are you sure you didn't drink too much, or are you joking with me?"

"I am sure, Director, we have a traitor here!", his tone carried hatred; he didn't even plan to kill Pang Da, but Pang Da actually let Lanse send people to kill him!

This motherfucker was simply unforgivable; he wanted Pang Da to die!

Director Dai Er's tone was also very solemn, "This is indeed a very important piece of news; I will immediately arrange for people to arrest Pang Da; in addition, I will arrange for some people to protect you; where are you now?"

Director Dai Er had always been in the image of a "crime buster"; whether it was the five major families or the Lanse family, as long as they were discovered, he would take action to arrest these people, and he never compromised.

So this senior agent didn't doubt at all whether Director Dai Er would also be like Pang Da, becoming Lanse's "friend."

He told Director Dai Er his current address without reservation; Director Dai Er told him to be careful, and then he would send people to protect him.

After doing all this, the senior agent finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief; when he walked out of the room, there was already a tired smile on his face.

Although tired, the smile was a real smile.

His family also noticed this point, "Is it solved?"

He nodded, "The director already knows; he is now immediately arranging for people to arrest Pang Da, and also arranged for people to come and protect me."

"As long as we can pry open Pang Da's mouth, Lanse has a great possibility of facing imprisonment!"

Pang Da's mouth was easy to pry open, because of his wife and children; this was his soft rib.

The senior agent had already made a decision; he would apply to the director to personally interrogate Pang Da; he wanted to let that bastard feel his anger!

On the other side of the city, Director Dai Er, who hung up the phone, told Lanse the address and also laughed and talked about the situation of the exchange on the phone just now.

After chatting for a few sentences, Lanse handed the note recording the senior agent to Dai Wen.

"Don't have too much psychological pressure; if God doesn't intend to see him, even if you shoot at his forehead, he might not necessarily die."

"So that's not your fault; pay attention to safety!"

"Also wish you good luck!"

Dai Wen glanced at the note recording the address in his hand and nodded, "I guarantee he won't escape this time, Boss!"