dark crossing

When the bodyguards brought by Chu Zhensheng saw someone shooting, they stopped Chu Huainan and Chu Zhensheng one by one.

Lin Huo was still in shock. Seeing that Shen Ting was fine, he took a moment to take out a pistol from his pocket and put it on Veron's neck.

"Grandpa Bei, it's boring to come here, isn't it?"

"Lin Huo——" Veron was pointed at the gun but remained motionless, his cheeks were covered with folds, and his expression was gloomy and drooping, looking like a monster in human skin, "Do you think it's me? who fired?"

Veron has drifted in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he is naturally courageous to be able to achieve his current status.Even though the gun was right at the vital point, he could still laugh: "If I, Veron, really want to kill a brat in my own territory, will I still have to sneak around?"

Shen Ting, who was called the little bastard, didn't feel the slightest panic about being shot. He straightened up calmly, looked at the position of the bullet hole on the wall behind him, and strode towards the only open window on the side of the room.

There was almost no shelter outside the window, and as far as the eye could see, the watchtower in the Long Island Manor was just 500 meters away in a straight line.

Shen Ting pulled up the curtains with a cold expression. Judging from the ballistic traces and the situation at the scene, the watchtower should be the place where the sniper was hiding.

And close to the bottom of the wall under the window, there is a bullet. This is not a common lead bullet for air guns in China, but a military bullet with a length of 99mm.

Judging from the model of the bullet, the opponent should be holding an M107A1 sniper rifle. It can be seen that the person who wanted to kill him was not an amateur.

And this kind of sniper rifle has a range of at least 2000 meters, so even if it is just a sniper with average marksmanship, it is easy to hit the target accurately within half a kilometer.

Veron's room looks okay, but it's just the surface of donkey dung.The quality of the snow-white wall was not good enough, and the cracked wall had now spread out along the deep small hole in the middle, and large pieces of peeling wall skin fell down like snowflakes.

The girl who helped everyone make tea earlier leaned against the wall with a face of fear, and slowly reached into the pocket of her skirt.

Shen Ting quickly took out a gun from Veron's waist, put it in Lin Huo's other hand, and said, "Be careful of that girl behind you."

When Lin Huo turned his head, he saw that the girl was holding a pocket pistol that he didn't know where it came from.

Lin Huo had a fierce look in his eyes, and pointed at her with a gun: "Put the gun down."

The girl bit her lip, looked at him and then at Veron who was pointed at by the gun, hesitating.

"Put the gun down! Then kick it over!" Lin Huo raised his voice and repeated it again.

The girl reluctantly put the gun on the ground and pushed it into the middle of the room with her fingertips.

Shen Ting walked over, picked up the exquisite Pavner witness pistol, weighed it in his hand, the magazine was full.

With slender fingers nimbly and leisurely turning the gun, Shen Ting said with a smile: "I'll just say, why didn't Uncle Bei bring a bodyguard this time. It turned out to be a treasure in the golden house, and she hid one under everyone's noses."

As he spoke, he walked back to Veron's seat, lowered his head to meet the vicious cobra-like eyes of the other party, and looked at each other for a while, then stretched out his hand to hold Lin Huo's gun, and slowly moved the muzzle of the gun to another place, "You also put the gun Put it down, since Uncle Bei said that he didn't want my life, then we all have something to say. This is not the United States, don't use knives and guns at every turn. Everyone will be troubled if they are seen by the police."

Are you sure you haven't been seen by the police now?

Chu Huainan, who had been silent all this time, glanced at Shen Ting, then looked at Veron coldly with folded arms.

He was very sure that the bullet just now flew towards Shen Ting after Veron slapped the table twice in succession.

If the shooter was really from Veron, then the slap on the table just now was probably a signal from Veron to the outside world.

"Uncle Bei, although this was a misunderstanding, no matter what, I almost lost my life to you. If something happens to me in your territory, the one my brother left for me Something, I am afraid you will never see it again."

Veron still sneered: "I said, if I want to kill you, I don't need to spy in the dark."

Shen Ting nodded understandingly: "If I were you, I would deny it if I failed to kill someone. After all, I really don't have face, and it wouldn't sound good to spread the word."

"I, Veron, have been walking in the rivers and lakes for so many years. I think I am upright, and I have never used these insidious tricks."

"What about my brother? What's the matter with my brother?"

Veron gritted his teeth: "I know you have been doubting me, but your brother's matter has nothing to do with me."

Shen Ting stared at the red eyes that were controlled by others, and nodded again after a long while: "That's fine."

His cold face softened a little, and he stretched out his hand and patted the back of Veron's clenched fist affectionately: "Uncle Bei, you can't blame Lin Huo for overreacting, just like my brother, I almost died just now .”

Veron raised his eyebrows, his eyes wandered back and forth on the young man's handsome face: "Your life is very big."

"thanks to you."

Shen Ting smiled, turned his head and said to Chu Zhensheng who had been silent all this time: "Mr. Chu, thank you for your kindness in inviting me to go for an outing, but we won't be together for lunch, I don't eat much." She glanced at Chu Huainan ambiguously from the side: "They are all relatives of my own family. If there is anything going on in the future, let's make an appointment in private."

……

The road out of the mountain was still driven by Chu Huainan, and Shen Ting sat on the co-pilot of the mountain bike thinking.

Lin Huo also drove a motorcycle and set off with them at first.

But Chu Huainan was concerned about the bumpy mountain road, and he was afraid of bumping the injured Shen Ting again, so he drove very slowly.The distance between the two of them and Lin Huo, who was "a great rider", became farther and farther away. After 10 minutes, they couldn't even see each other's shadow.

"How much do you believe what Veron said?"

While driving the car, Chu Huainan suddenly said something.

Shen Ting was taken aback by his question, but did not answer directly, and asked instead: "What about you?"

Chu Huainan didn't answer, just said: "Before the other party fired, I saw him tap the table twice in a row."

Shen Ting propped his chin and pretended to be stupid: "Oh, I didn't see it."

Chu Huainan glanced at him through the helmet, "He was the one who almost killed you yesterday, right?"

Veron can't be blamed for the explosion. The bomb was triggered. Even if it was a cat that went in yesterday, it should be blown up.

All in all, if Veron wants to press this matter down, he will face no less trouble than him.

Even though he thought so, Shen Ting didn't tell the truth, and nodded aggrievedly: "You can also see that if I want to sit firmly in my brother's original position, the risk is quite high." The voice muffled in the helmet Not really, he changed the topic: "However, judging from the performance just now, you and your cousin are quite courageous. They saw the shooting with their own eyes, and they were not very frightened."

"My grandfather used to be a soldier." Chu Huainan stepped up the accelerator, and the tires spinning at high speed raised a cloud of flying dust amidst the whirring roar: "When he was in charge, all the children surnamed Chu heard nothing less. Gunshot."

It is obviously the same road, but subjectively, the return journey is always much shorter than the outbound journey.Driven by this return effect, it didn't take long for the two of them to leave the mountain.

It was already past one in the afternoon, so Chu Huainan asked the driver to find a decent restaurant nearby to solve the lunch problem.

Lin Huo still has something to do, so he has already returned to Jianghu.Therefore, Chu Huainan and Shen Ting were the only ones left for this meal that was supposed to be eaten with a group of people.

The meal was over long ago, and the only table left in the restaurant was almost full.

The hotel environment is quiet but not big, and there are no private rooms.Shen Ting and Chu Huainan sat down in a corner of the lobby at random.

The waiter enthusiastically recommended some local dishes with special characteristics in Yancheng.

They are all rough types like stir-fried bamboo forest chicken with sauce, stewed wild boar belly, fried lichen with eggs, and sweet rice balls with black rice.

Chu Huainan was used to eating all kinds of exquisite dishes on weekdays, and it was rare to eat some farm food, but he felt that it had a special flavor.

Shen Ting's mind was not on eating at all, he was repeatedly thinking about Veron's performance before the gunshot.

Veron did shoot the table a few times in a row, but the action was natural.What's more, it is reasonable for someone like Veron who has a reputation in the Tao to be angry with a junior like Song Ci and can't help but beat the table a few times.

Moreover, if Veron really wanted to spy on Song Ci, with his cautious style, it was unlikely that he would not even have a bodyguard around him.After all, Lin Huo, who is standing behind Veron, will not be the first to buy him if the sniping fails.

Besides, what good would Veron gain by killing him now?Not only can't get the zombie's formula, but also in front of so many people, take a life on your back.If Veron was really the kind of reckless man who would kill someone just because of a disagreement, it would be impossible for him to be where he is today.

From another perspective, Veron's only motive for killing may be related to the destruction of the Long Island manor.

But according to Shen Ting's investigation, it should be just a base that has been vacant for a long time.Even if he was bombed, Veron really needed to put in some effort to appease the surrounding villagers, and he also had to find ways to cover up the situation in order to avoid police investigation.

But it's not enough to hate him to kill him, right?Besides, Veron has no evidence to prove that the explosion must be related to Song Ci. In the end, it is just suspicion.

Besides, even if Song Ci really bombed Changdao in order to prevent the negotiation between Veron and Chu Zhensheng.At this time, killing him would only make things more troublesome.

After all, a shooting case is much more serious than an explosion with no casualties.At this time, in the same village, if there is another case where related personnel are shot dead, Veron, who doesn't want to attract the attention of the police and hopes that the incident can be settled soon, will only make himself more troubled.

Everything doesn't make sense, like a painting covered with a layer of sulfuric acid paper, which is obvious yet paradoxical.

And this capitalist who insisted on going into the mountains with him, counting the time when he chased Li Guangqiang on the roof last time, he saved him again.

But this person is also full of weirdness.

Shen Ting, who came from the detective department, habitually starts with motivation when analyzing any behavior.Then what is Chu Huainan's motivation to protect and take care of him all the time?

At first, Shen Ting suspected that the other party approached Song Ci for zombies.

But after learning that Chu Huainan has always hated drugs and donated a lot of money every year to support the anti-drug work in Jianghu Stock Market, he found that this motive was untenable.

"What do you think?"

"It's nothing." Shen Ting let out a sigh of relief: "The food here is really unpalatable."

"Because it's not sweet enough?" Chu Huainan blinked at him, "Then you can eat a few more black rice balls later, that one is sweet." He called the waiter and asked the kitchen to bring out the black rice as soon as possible, and added some more I ordered several sweet dishes.

Shen Ting lowered his head, and picked out the eggplants from the bamboo chicken one by one with the tip of his chopsticks, "Chu Huainan, I want to ask you something."

"Ok?"

"Don't you usually go to work?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a little puzzled, where do you get so much time, you can follow me every day and meddle in my own business."

Chu Huainan was taken aback by his question, his dark pupils were bright, like two gentle flames blooming: "I'm actually quite busy, but compared to you, other things are not so important to me. "

Seeing that Shen Ting was still looking at himself suspiciously, the capitalist explained scientifically: "Referring to the four-quadrant rule in time management theory, most of my time will be spent on important but not urgent matters. But facing you, those Things have to give in.”

"why?"

Chu Huainan reached out and picked up all the eggplants that Shen Ting put aside, and said with a smile: "Because everything about you is one of the few important and urgent things in my life."

He gave Shen Ting a chopstick of the sweet and sour fish that had just been served on the table, but he was afraid that Shen Ting would be caught by the thorns if he didn't eat carefully, so he specially picked the part of the fish belly that lacked thorns.

"I said it a long time ago, Song Ci, you are not the type I would like."

That mouth is very suitable for kissing, and it is also very good at saying love words, solemn and serious, "But I like you."

The capitalist's low voice and serious expression made people listen unsuspectingly and get goosebumps all over.The series of logical questions that were prepared earlier were disrupted by this sudden confession.

Shen Ting was startled, and just about to open his mouth to bring the topic back on track, he heard a loud "bang" from the door.

Looking up, I saw a burly masked man in a white casual T-shirt kicking open the door of the hotel.

He wore a dark coat on his right hand, and he was at least two meters tall. The water dispenser in front of the cashier was compared to a miniature toy by him.

"Sir, how many are you?" The waiter was fairly well-trained, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

The man cast a dark glance around the room, and his eyes finally fell on Shen Ting.He jerked off the jacket covering his right hand, revealing a black muzzle.