Chapter 107

When the Qingcheng branch opened, it was only yesterday that Qin Qing and Feng Yan had an unpleasant quarrel. In the past, Feng Yan always came and went in a hurry, sometimes at the north pole and sometimes at the equator, which always gave people the illusion that they were thousands of miles apart.

Because of this, there was no news for a night. When she learned that Nanxu had an accident, she never considered the possibility that the other party was still staying here.

"The explosion case in the ironmaking yard has been on the news. So many people were killed and injured with weapons. I'm afraid..." Fang Kong crossed his hands in front of him and rubbed them unconsciously, which proved that he was not calm at this time.

The second half of the sentence is not finished. We know each other well.

Dozens of people died in the fire and a batch of weapons, which will certainly attract attention. Once discovered, it is difficult to ensure that this potential secret department and team will not be disturbed.

Qin Qing rolled her throat several times, trying to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

But Nanxu didn't know the situation. While drinking water, he smiled and said, "hehe, who is the holy seal that can make boss Qin so afraid? But I don't think I can find out the pattern. There are several furnaces in the ironmaking plant. The fire burns up at one point. When it goes out, even the land turns to ash, where will there be evidence."

This is not a fluke. After all, she was locked up all night. The layout inside can be seen clearly. No matter how much evidence is about the power of the furnace, it may end up in smoke.

Qin Qing's hand slid over the cold leather surface, supported his head and slowly sat up straight. His hot thoughts became clearer and clearer in rapid thinking. After meditating for a few seconds, he gave the final instruction, "Uncle Fang, I want you to go out in full swing and take all the territory before the accident. Remember, hurry!"

The latter sentence was strengthened, making people clearly feel her readiness at the moment.

Judging from the high temperature of the furnace and the severity of the on-site blasting, in fact, Nanxu's guess is not impossible. If it was someone else, Qin Qing definitely has the ability to muddle through, but if that person is Feng Yan, just thinking about it is enough to make a headache.

So before being caught by the rattan, she must take this territory as soon as possible

The brain gradually lost consciousness in a tension, and a noisy exclamation came from the ear in a blur.

A large-scale fire broke out in the iron making plant in the suburb of city B. Although there were no residential buildings around, there were no casualties, the loud noise and the skyrocketing fire still attracted the attention of the senior management. More than a dozen fire engines went to put out the flame, and almost everything on the scene turned into scorched earth.

This matter was not under Feng Yan's jurisdiction, but it happened to be in a high-level meeting at that time. When the news came, one of it attracted his attention.

At 10:00 p.m., the news has been reported in turn for a day. The heat is covered by the reason that the machinery meets high-temperature aging, but the scene is blocked, and only a team of people and horses are active in it.

"Report." the dark man holding the briefcase walked to the table and handed over the documents in his hand with a powerful voice: "Boss, this is the sample collected today. The chemical reaction was measured at the scene. It was determined that the cause was the soil fire medicine. There were also a batch of guns, bullets and medicine. They were burned too heavy and could not trace the source. In addition, from the amount of DNA detected, there were more than 50 people inside at that time, which was determined to be a massacre."

Since the war on peace, domestic security has been in a relatively calm state. Sniper and attack camps are generally active abroad. Such large-scale casualties are also rare.

Massacre, literally enough to smell the bloody smell.

Feng Yan nodded, opened the information and browsed it at a glance. His tone was still cold and without ups and downs, "what's going on in the city?"

After following him for several years, the battalion commander immediately returned from Shanru and replied, "the black gang in the city is undergoing a major reshuffle recently, with the intervention of foreign forces, but it is not large-scale, and it is basically smashing."

Such disputes over territorial forces have become a common phenomenon. As long as there is no gun, there will generally be no waste of manpower to control them.

However, only black gangs are left to gather personnel and weapons in waste factories, which is the possibility of gathering.

"Keep staring." Feng Yan closed the information and didn't look at it again. He just gave a simple order to prevent. At the end, he asked, "what happened yesterday, what was the result?"

Hearing the speech, the battalion commander's eyes brightened and his attitude was very positive. "Don't worry, boss. People are still squatting in the bugle. No one can get rid of him without our camp's relaxation. Abuse, treating minors and libel, plus suing in the name of this side, can afford the old boy a pot of wine."

Yesterday, they had a rest time. They were very confused when they received the task temporarily. When they arrived at the scene, they saw their boss holding a beautiful woman in a wedding dress. They were so excited that they wanted to grab the microphone with the reporter for an interview.

"Well, send a lawyer's letter to the Qin family in my name." after hearing this, Feng Yan seemed to think that such pressure was not hot enough. He took a seal from the table and pushed it over.

"Well, yes, I promise to finish the task." the battalion commander said in a stagnant tone, swallowed his saliva, and tutted in his heart.

Whether it's the surname or the identity of Feng Yan, Qin Kang basically has to wear out the bottom of the prison when this letter is sent out.

Darling, the boss is really angry this time.

The first time I saw my boss abusing power for personal gain, the battalion commander, who had just died a while ago, began to itch again. After holding his words in his mouth for a long time, he still didn't spit out quickly: "boss, that beauty, isn't it? Is Miss Qin a brother and sister relationship with you?"

Feng Yangang raised his pen to deal with the next document. He raised his eyelids and glanced coldly.

In the camp, the big man, 1.8 meters long, trembled violently and almost had weak legs on the spot. He had begun to retreat in his heart. But he thought of a group of unreliable comrades outside the door and hardened his scalp and smiled awkwardly: "Cough, it's like this. Everyone in the team sympathizes with Miss Qin after knowing her experience. Since she is the boss's sister, she is our sister. We can walk around more in the future and take care of things together."

The key is that they want to know who is sacred who can let the inhuman boss abuse power for personal gain.

Generally, I hear people boast that their children are good-looking and willing to help. As parents, they will not refuse this kind of kindness.

But the battalion commander found that as soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room began to brush down, and there was a trend of straight Biao below zero.

Just when he thought the air conditioner was broken, he finally heard a man's voice from behind his desk.

"She doesn't need sympathy, and..." Feng Yan snapped the document, turned the nib of his pen, knocked it on the table, and said word by word with frost on his face: "she's not your sister."