The Strongest Son-in-law: God-level Choice

This place is similar to a "safe house".

The difference is that the safe house is not safe. If something is really wrong, with the current monitoring intensity, the police will be able to find it sooner or later.

Therefore, these houses, which are similar to safe houses, are only used to temporarily settle down, and have prepared some things for the "fugitives" to escape.

Ji Feng entered the unit door and went upstairs.

The corridor is very dark, and there is a dirty feeling everywhere, and there are all kinds of small advertising stickers on the walls.

There were still cigarette butts on the ground. Ji Feng's footsteps were light and there was almost no sound. Soon he reached the fifth floor and stopped in front of the door.

This room, the owner of this suite is a native of Gimhae, but in fact the owner behind it is Ma Yuanzhong. Ma Yuanzhong instructed Du Qun, and Du Qun arranged for someone to buy it.

Ji Feng paused and turned to look at the meter box on the wall.

He raised his hand and touched the gap between the back of the meter box and the wall, and frowned, because the key was still there!

It's the key to the room.

If someone comes here, the key is definitely not there.

It's not that Lao Dao didn't come here, but not long ago, Xiao Gang sent a message to Ji Feng, Lao Dao stayed here for a while and then went out.

Not far, just nearby.

So, here, the old knife will come back.

Ji Feng took the key to open the door.

at this time.

Bang Peng...

There were very heavy footsteps downstairs, and there was some cluttered feeling, as if walking unsteadily, but it felt like walking in a hurry.

Someone came upstairs.

Ji Feng stopped the key to open the door, turned his head and looked down down the stairs with a calm expression.

Although I'm not sure who is going upstairs, if it's an old knife, he can't beat Ji Feng, and he can't escape at such a close distance!

Ji Feng looked at it.

Soon, heavy and chaotic footsteps approached.

A middle-aged man with a bald head, five or three thick, staggered to the fourth floor and a half. He wore ordinary clothes, his clothes were a little greasy, his hair was messy, and he was a little fat.

Obviously drinking too much, leaning on the stair railing, staggered upstairs.

Ji Feng didn't look at it, turned around and opened the door with the key.

Of course that person is not an old knife, just an alcoholic who rents a house in this building.

Ji Feng opened the door and entered the room.

The house is not big, with a standard two-bedroom and one-hall, 60 square meters, all kinds of "family furnishings" are readily available, and it is very clean, and even has a warm feeling that the house is cleaned regularly, and even the "homeowner" occasionally Will be back for two days.

Ji Feng closed the door and walked in, looking at the living room and scanning.

For the next few minutes, he walked around the house, looking at all the rooms, observing, and opening the closet in the bedroom.

At this time, a triangular mouth in the sofa was exposed.

Inside is a box.

Ji Feng opened the box completely and checked the contents inside. There were various medicines for emergency trauma, gauze needle disinfectant and other things. These are not important, the important thing is the certificate.

Fake ID cards, fake driver's licenses, fake passports, the photos on these documents are all old knives, there are 50,000 yuan in cash in the box, three bank cards, a phone card, a mobile phone, etc. Contact what you need.

In addition, there are two pistols and a box of ammunition in the box.

However, although it has been opened, it has not been passive for the time being.

Ji Feng checked everything, didn't move anything, and buckled the box.

He got up and left the room again, went outside, and put the key back to its original position behind the meter box.

Then he entered the room again, closed the door, pulled a chair to the balcony, sat down and lifted Erlang's legs, and took out his mobile phone - flipping through the phone, he looked out the window with his eyes.

The house is not transparent from north to south.

The windows are facing west, and you can see the west alley outside.

After ten minutes.

Ji Feng, who was flipping through his phone, suddenly turned his head and looked at the entrance of the alley that he could barely see out of the window. He saw a man walking slowly on the road outside the entrance of the alley.

The man was wearing a cap, a mask, and a black trench coat, and he looked a little bloated. But it doesn't feel the same as being fat.

Old knife!

Although I didn't see the face, Ji Feng can be sure that it is an old knife!

Ji Feng has photos of Lao Dao and some information about Lao Dao that he has investigated.

His "features" are very obvious. He doesn't let people see his face, and his body is really swollen. It's because he wears a lot of clothes, and the wound is likely to have collapsed. He is afraid of blood soaking out and being seen, so he wears more than one. coat.

When Lao Dao escaped from the hospital, he should only be wearing a hospital gown and nothing else.

Lao Dao walked a few steps into the alley, and suddenly stumbled under his feet. He pressed his hand on his chest and covered it. He took a few steps and stood up straight again, and his pace became normal.

After that, Ji Feng couldn't see it, and the viewing angle was blocked.

Ji Feng stood up and quickly dialed a number. , "Feng Shao, what are your orders?" Ji Feng's voice sounded immediately, because he had been waiting for Ji Feng's call, hoping to have a new task.

"Let the hospital send an ambulance to the west of the city..." Ji Feng opened his mouth and told Qi Hu's detailed address directly, and then hung up!

Of course, the ambulance was called for Lao Dao, and it took about 30 minutes to arrive. These 30 minutes were enough for Ji Feng to get everything done. It was a good idea.

After a few minutes.

With a click, someone opened the door with the key outside. , the door will open immediately.

The man wearing a mask and a peaked cap stumbled into the door, then slammed the door shut, took off the mask at once, and scolded out of breath, "Fuck!"

It hurts, and he didn't dare to make a sound along the way.

After walking a few steps into the living room, Lao Dao suddenly felt that something was wrong. He stayed here for a while and found the box, but he was worried about being followed. The box is on the sofa.

But at the moment, the box is on the coffee table.

Also, there is a chair on the balcony, which conflicts with the clean and tidy feeling of the whole living room. It seems that someone who has been here recently has sat on the balcony and left without putting the chair back.

"Why do you?" A man's voice suddenly came from behind.

Lao Dao turned around abruptly, and at the moment of turning around, he pulled out a sharp knife from his arms, which seemed to be a kitchen knife and could be bought casually.

His movements were fast and violent, although he was seriously injured, he had no chance of stagnant.

Turning around and taking a step, he slashed at Ji Feng's neck with a knife!