The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Ming Jing walked to the entrance of the mall and observed quietly.

The flow of people on the fifth floor is not very large, and the people who come in front of the door are basically housewives like Wen Wan, some with big bellies, some pushing small cars, and some with their husbands.

The shopping guides of the maternity and baby store gathered together, obviously recognized Ding Spiegel, and began to discuss in a low voice.

Der Spiegel did not have the right to call for surveillance and could only wait for the police to arrive.

Fortunately, Ming Jing didn't have to wait too long, and Mu Zi hurried over.

Calling the surveillance on the fifth floor found that Jiang Han went out to answer a phone call an hour ago, then hurriedly left the mall and took a taxi.

The person on the phone might have said something that made Jiang Han not even care about his pregnant wife.

Muzi called the surveillance system of the whole city, and Jiang Han's taxi finally stopped at an abandoned industrial park in the south of the city.

Because it has been deserted for a long time and is located in a remote place, there is no surveillance system installed.

Muzi and Ming Jing rushed over immediately.

Mingjing. On the way, Zheng Qing called: Jiang Chao hired TW's killer to kill Jiang Han, so be careful.

The killers of this organization only recognize money but not people, and it is rumored that they have never failed.

good.

After hanging up the phone, Ming Jing and Muzi discussed the battle plan.

No. Muzi immediately vetoed it.

How can you put yourself in danger alone, I am the police, and I should be the one to act.

The opponent is TW's killer, and he may have a sniper gun in his hand. In order to prevent unnecessary casualties, you should respond from the outside.

Ming Jing said calmly.

Muzi frowned: Miss Ran, if there is something wrong with you, how can I explain it to the Bo family?

Ming Jing smiled: If something happened to you, how can I explain to Police Officer Li? My life is my life, so your life is not your life?

Muzi took a deep look at her, his throat rolled, and inexplicable emotions surged in his eyes.

In their line of work, life and death have long been ignored. Fighting against the most vicious gangsters has long put life and death aside. She has been used to this kind of life for a long time, and suddenly one day, her life is cared about. This feeling , almost brought tears to her eyes.

Arriving at the location, Muzi took out the remote-controlled plane, which is the latest high-tech. The remote-controlled plane has a thermal sensing system, which can lock the location of a person and recognize the identity information based on the face. The monitoring system on the plane can be transmitted to the mobile phone through remote sensing. , and the attack system attached to the aircraft can launch an attack on the target according to the operation, in short, it is a good helper in combat.

Muzi spread out the people he brought, and surrounded the entire area to ensure that no fish slipped through the net.

She controlled the remote control plane and watched Ming Jing and Ye Feng walk in together.

There are ruins everywhere, years of dust, and the more you walk in, the more deserted you are.

At this time, Muzi's voice came from the earphone: Miss Ran, the person is at the ten o'clock position, you have to be careful, there is more than one person on the other side.

Ming Jing looked up and saw a remote-controlled plane flying at a low altitude in front of him.

At this moment, the remote-controlled plane made a bang and was shot at the wing. A puff of white smoke came out from the fuselage, and it fell to the ground tremblingly.

There was a sound of electric current coming from the earphones, and Muzi's voice could not be heard clearly intermittently.

Ming Jing narrowed his eyes: Did you see where the sniper is hiding?

Ye Feng grinned, Miss, don't worry, I have received special training.

After the words fell, the wooden stick poked the ground, flew up to step on the broken wall, and leaped out in the air with a somersault.

The man lying in the grass suddenly felt his head go dark, and before he had time to react, he was hit on the head by a wooden stick. The man's eyes widened unwillingly, his head tilted, and he passed out.

Ye Feng kicked the man aside, picked up the sniper rifle on the ground, and tried to fiddle with it.

nice one.

Be careful... Ming Jing kicked up a stone on the ground, the stone passed through Ye Feng's shoulder, and with a faint sound of dang, it collided with something in mid-air.

Ye Feng turned around immediately, it turned out to be a dart.

Thank you Miss for saving my life. When the words fell, Ye Feng suddenly jumped up, swinging the wooden stick in his hand with a thunderous momentum, the air was full of dust, almost confusing people's eyes.

Dare to attack your grandpa, let your grandpa teach you the rules of the world today.

In an instant, a man rolled and fell under Ye Feng's feet. Before anyone could react, Ye Feng stepped on the man's back and said with a smile, Is it you who sneaked up on your grandfather?

The man gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and remained silent.

Ye Feng had a smile on his face, but the sole of his leather boots crushed the man's face fiercely. The man moaned in pain, and his face was bleeding instantly.

Ye Feng grabbed the man's collar, and the man who was much taller and stronger than him was like carrying a chicken under his hands.

This is TW's killer, and it's too good.

Ye Feng looked disgusted.

Ming Jing stepped forward, and in front of him was the dilapidated and mottled gate of the warehouse.

Ye Feng walked over with the person, kicked up, the old door was crumbling, and fell to the ground with a bang, splashing countless dust.

The warehouse is huge, piled up with countless old sundries, and the sun can't penetrate the darkness of this place.

Miss, be careful. Ye Feng held the person in his hand as a shield and looked around vigilantly.

Ming Jing said indifferently: Jiang Chao, do you really think that killing Jiang Han will secure your position as Patriarch?

The sound was not loud, but it echoed clearly in every corner of the warehouse, and the echo circled around the ear, like a chime.

Boom something rolled down from the utility room in the west, and Gululu rolled to Mingjing's feet.

It was a small barrel of gasoline, and the gasoline barrel was covered with rust, which looked very old.

The plug cap of the oil drum came off, brown gasoline gurgled out, and the pungent gasoline smell permeated in an instant.

Ming Jing frowned subconsciously, and his gaze shot towards the west like a sharp arrow.

Mr. Jiang Han is my friend. If something happened to him here today, Jiang Chao, do you think you can still take half a step out of Jiangzhou?

Ming Jing quietly gestured to Ye Feng with his hands behind his back.

Ye Feng nodded secretly and approached quietly.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky, Ye Feng hurriedly fought, and the two wrestled together.

Ming Jing squinted his eyes, this time TW dispatched a lot of people, just to kill Jiang Han, it is indeed a bit overkill.

The black shadows in front of me pressed down, and two men in black descended from the sky, one with a stick and the other with a sword, and attacked Ming Jing without saying a word.

The murderous intent was approaching, but the girl still didn't show any panic on her face, she was more than calm.

It turned out that Jiang Han was just an introduction, and the real target of these people was her!

Ming Jing clenched her fist, and was about to face her face, when suddenly, a big hand grasped her wrist, and Ming Jing could almost feel the vigorous vitality under her finger bones.

Turning around hastily, Ming Jing saw a pair of familiar eyes, and his lips were pursed with a bit of determination.

It's you!