Wind Rises in Dragon City

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Late at night, on a certain road in Longcheng.

The street lights were dim, and several cars were driving fast along the road, heading out of the city.

Kong Zhenghui was sitting in the car, leaning on his chin with his hand, looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Halfway through the drive, the young man driving in front turned his head and said, "Brother, there are people blocking the road ahead."

"Um?"

Kong Zhenghui turned his head and glanced ahead.

I saw a few private cars with mixed license plates parked at the intersection ahead, blocking the way.

Some men in casual clothes stood on the side of the road with a serious attitude. One of the leaders gestured towards their car.

"Stop by the side." Kong Zhenghui didn't take too many surprises, and ordered.

"it is good."

The young man turned the steering wheel and slowly leaned the car against the side of the road. The cars following behind also stopped together.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The men in front stepped over and knocked on the car window politely.

"brush!"

Kong Zhenghui lowered the car window and looked at him expressionlessly.

A middle-aged man said very politely: "Mr. Kong, we belong to the General Administration Bureau. I'm very sorry, but you can't leave Dragon City right now."

Kong Zhenghui didn't say much to him, just took out his cell phone and made a call.

The phone was picked up quickly, and Yu Mingyuan's voice rang: "Hello?"

Kong Zhenghui said in a calm voice, straight to the point: "I want to leave, but I was stopped by people from the General Administration."

Yu Mingyuan sighed: "What are you going to do? What clues do you have?!"

"I don't know what you think, but you are going to remarry, and I don't want you to get involved, so don't ask." Kong Zhenghui told him very simply: "Besides, there are no secrets in Dragon City now. I said That's it, the thread of Baobuqi will be broken tomorrow."

"..." Hearing this, Yu Mingyuan fell silent.

Kong Zhenghui's tone became calmer, and he continued: "You don't have to worry about me, if you want to help me, let me go out of the city."

The two were silent for a while, and Yu Mingyuan hung up the phone without saying a word.

…

At the same time, in the General Bureau, in a lounge.

Yu Mingyuan sat on the chair, frowned, thought for a long time with his mobile phone, and finally dialed Anzecheng's number: "Hey, uncle, are you busy right now?"

An Zecheng asked: "Not busy, is there something wrong?"

Yu Mingyuan lowered his voice: "It's like this..."

He quickly explained everything, and finally expressed Kong Zhenghui's request to leave the city.

"..." On the other end of the phone, An Zecheng pondered for a while, and asked, "Do you think he is still trustworthy now?"

Yu Mingyuan thought for a while, and expressed his own considerations: "He bet the whole family and went out alone. From a personal emotional point of view, I am willing to trust him. From an objective point of view, with his family here, he will not flee. Although Kong Zhenghui has some minor problems, he is really filial to his family. Regarding this, I can assure you. In addition, from my observations during this period, he does not seem to know Kong Zhengqi thing."

Anzecheng thought for a moment, then said lightly: "This is not an example."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Yu Mingyuan put down his phone, sighed lightly, and found another familiar number.

…

Five minutes later, on a certain street in Dragon City.

A few cars were parked by the side of the road, and more than a dozen people from the General Administration Bureau were standing guard here, staring at Kong Zhenghui and the others.

The road is still temporarily closed, and other vehicles can only temporarily detour.

In the front car, Kong Zhenghui sat on a chair in the back row, silent and gloomy.

"Drip Lingling!"

The cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly, Kong Zhenghui picked it up and looked, and found that it was Yu Mingyuan calling. He thought for a while, but didn't answer the phone.

After a while, the bell stopped.

The cars of the Quantong Bureau at the intersection suddenly started to move to the two sides.

The staff member who stopped them before walked over, stood in front of the car, and politely said to Kong Zhenghui: "Mr. Kong, you can go."

"brush!"

Kong Zhenghui ignored him, raised the car window casually, waved to the young man who was driving, and said, "Let's go."

"it is good!"

Several cars started driving again and headed out of the city.

When leaving, Kong Zhenghui was very cautious, changing four or five cars along the way, hiding his whereabouts.

At the same time, he came to the pier through the connections he had accumulated in Dragon City for so many years, and left overnight on a speedboat.

In less than fifteen hours, Kong Zhenghui arrived in the Second District.

An hour later, it was dark again.

…

Near an apartment in Lishi, three black commercial vehicles were parked in a remote alley.

The alley was very quiet, with gaudy graffiti on the walls on both sides and some messy garbage on the ground.

Kong Zhenghui was wearing a black sportswear, sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette, and looking at the information that Zhou Tonghui had passed on to him.

The brothers of the Kong family who came with him were also sitting in the car, all in high spirits and vigilant.

After a while, a young man called out to remind: "Brother, someone is coming."

Kong Zhenghui put down his phone and glanced out the window. I saw three or four old blacks walking in the alley, with dreadlocks and hip-hop attire.

The men glanced at the car's license plate and quickened their pace.

"Snapped!"

When passing by the car, one of the old blacks suddenly reached out and threw a waterproof canvas bag into the car along the window.

After doing all this, the other party continued to walk away as if nothing happened.

"brush!"

A young man bent down and opened the bag, which contained many pistols, automatic rifles, and grenades. He checked quickly and nodded to Kong Zhenghui: "The quantity is correct."

Kong Zhenghui glanced at the gun bag, took a puff of cigarette, and ordered: "Send them all, and get ready to work."

"it is good."

The youth picked up the gun and quickly distributed it to other people in the car.

…

At the same time, a certain suburb of Dragon City.

In a dark room ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He Yan is lying on an old sofa, squinting his eyes and sleeping.

The room was very clean, and there was nothing there, except for this dilapidated sofa that had been there for an unknown number of years, and there was only a large iron shelf for placing some daily necessities.

There is also green mold growing in the corner, and no one has cleaned it. There are no windows around, only a closed door.

The whole room was shabby and damp, like a basement.

"Drip Lingling!"

When the phone rang harshly, He Yan was suddenly awakened, turned over and sat up from the bed.

The room was pitch black, only the phone was on.

He Yan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and connected the call: "Hello?"

On the phone, a deep man's voice came: "I'm back from Bana City, I'm going to find you now."

He Yan thought for a while and said to him: "Later, I can't go out now."

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