Nightmare Attack

Well, it seems that there is nothing wrong.

"My people did not catch the fat man," the middle-aged man stared at Jiang Cheng and spoke again: "He is indeed very flexible."

"Especially flexible."

"But you may not have thought of one thing. Although you are using him as a gun, he still cares about you," the middle-aged man turned his head and signaled the young man beside him with his eyes.

As if he had received an order, the young man immediately said to Jiang Cheng: "We found that the fat man sneaked back to this area after running away from the market. Now he is lying on the roof of the building opposite, observing the movement here."

The young man pointed in the general direction with his hand.

There is a semi-abandoned old residential building there. There are no more residents living there, and daily water and electricity are a problem.

It is indeed an excellent observation point.

But for the fat man who has no anti-reconnaissance awareness, he may not know that this excellent observation position often makes the observed person alert.

And judging from the current situation, he may not be able to withdraw.

After all, he is only flexible, and his boxing skills are much worse.

Since he has been exposed, it is only a matter of time before he is caught.

"So you want to kill us all, right?" Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stared at him and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Cheng looked at the young man who had just spoken, "He has a very special smell on him, the smell of chlorine disinfectant.

"You are not familiar with this place, so after killing us, you plan to take the bodies away, but the journey is long. In order to prevent the bodies from emitting strange smells, you prepared disinfectants to cover up the stench of the corpses. "

The middle-aged man's eyes gradually radiated brilliance. He did not confirm or deny, but just said lightly: "Go on."

"I guess your best plan is to strangle us with a rope," he paused, "The advantage of this is that the scene will be cleaner, and then it will be convenient to disguise as missing. "

"But I am very curious about one thing. Although there are not many surveillance cameras around here, there are still some, and some are private cameras from nearby businesses. With so many of you coming, how can you ensure that the police will not investigate you?"

"You drove here, and there are more than one car. The surveillance and information leakage along the way are also a big problem," he raised his head and asked slowly: "How to deal with these problems? "

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Hao," Chen Xiaomeng lifted the hem of her skirt, as if she was worried that it would be scratched by the rough edge of the table, "Since you are so stubborn and often say that you work night shifts in places like KTV, then just be a stubborn dead duck. "

"Well," she pretended to think, "This should be the last time we meet, I'd better call you Jiang Cheng," she said.

In the previous search, they found some information about Jiang Cheng, and his name was written in the place where the medical record was signed.

This point cannot be concealed.

"Uncle Gong, it's getting late, send him on his way," Chen Xiaomeng turned her head away, without even looking in the direction of Jiang Cheng, and sat on the sofa not far from the desk with her feet up.

Take out your mobile phone and play her favorite connect the dots.

Uncle Gong's method is clean and neat. In a few minutes, they can wrap Jiang Cheng's body with their own carpet and leave. From then on, there will be no figure of this person in this world or in nightmares.

The fat man is the same.

Reaching out his hand, grasping the whip that Chen Xiaomeng left on the table in his palm, the middle-aged man called Uncle Gong looked down at Jiang Cheng. What surprised him was that this young man did not show any fear-related emotions in his eyes.

But he did not resist either.

"Don't you try to resist? "The young man named Jiang Cheng did not move at all even though he tied the rope around his neck, which greatly surprised the middle-aged man.

According to the girl, Jiang Cheng was quite skilled and killed two strong men who rushed over in an instant.

He had been on guard before because he suspected that the young man's resignation was fake and he was waiting for him to relax his vigilance and then suddenly attack.

But now that the rope was tied around his neck, the young man was still very quiet, and he could not think of any other variables.

"Young man," the middle-aged man exhaled, with a hint of sympathy in his tone, "You are very good, but unfortunately I can't tell whether you are on our side or will be eroded in the end. "

"Your potential is terrible, so I can't risk keeping you, otherwise you will be a threat to Meng Meng the next time we meet in a nightmare." He paused, exerted force with both hands, and began to gradually tighten the noose.

"If you want to blame someone, blame you for setting your sights on someone you shouldn't provoke." He said at last.

"Wait! "

He suddenly said loudly a second before the rope was about to touch Jiang Cheng's skin.

The middle-aged man paused.

He was not a kind-hearted person, but he still had enough patience for the young man in front of him. Through his observation and the girl's description, this boy's qualifications were very high.

He was meticulous and decisive, and he would not have any emotions like guilt afterwards.

He was simply a natural killer.

"What are you waiting for?" The middle-aged man asked with a breath.

Jiang Cheng slowly stretched out his hand, and then used one finger to light up the mobile phone that the middle-aged man had put away and placed on the other side of the table. A message on the screen suddenly jumped into the middle-aged man's sight.

"Hold on, we have located your location and will be there within 10 minutes."

It shows that the time when the message was received was 10 minutes ago.

The middle-aged man's pupils trembled violently.

The next second, the ajar door was kicked open, and three or four people in police uniforms rushed in. One of them, a policewoman with a ponytail and heroic features, raised her gun and aimed in all directions. At the same time, he shouted: "Put down your weapons!"

The two young men who had not yet reacted were pushed to the ground. Chen Xiaomeng was a woman, so she was treated slightly better, but she was also controlled.

In his haste, he dropped his cell phone to the ground.

"Ahem, I'll cough up and save you." Holding the rope with both hands, Jiang Cheng struggled violently, with veins popping up on his forehead and his white eyes turned outward, like a dehydrated fish, and his body kept beating on the seat.

"Stop!" The policewoman pointed her gun at the middle-aged man standing beside Jiang Cheng, his hands loosely holding the rope. "Let him go quickly, or I will shoot!"

A burly male police officer had quietly moved past the suspect's blind spot.

"Ahem, help me, ahem"

With his face flushed, Jiang Cheng tightly grasped the rope around his neck, vividly portraying the image of a poor victim about to be strangled to death by a vicious criminal.

But the embarrassing scene is that the middle-aged man has raised his hands at this moment, while Jiang Cheng is still acting.