Chapter 2468: Go to Huangquan Road

Hearing that Fifteen was called Feng Xinglang's ‘righteous father’, he knew that his identity was not simple.

And Feng Shiwu has another identity, that is, Song Tai's apprentice. It can be seen that both Feng Xinglang and Song Tai are very fancy to him.

Moreover, on the basis of the analysis and reasoning just described by Fifteen, Wu Song became more and more interested in him.

"Then we split up to find the whereabouts of this black man! I hope Feng Xinglang will be fine!"

To be honest, Wu Song did not want Feng Xinglang to have an accident. One was unable to talk to the boss; the other was sorry that Feng Xinglang was a business wizard. It would be a shame to die like this.

"If my righteous father goes to Huangquan Road unfortunately ... he won't be lonely! Because I will accompany him on the road to Huangquan! Don't bother me with his father and son!"

Fifteen words left and he left. If the black man is a recidivist, then he must have associates near here.

Wu Song was shocked. Because the sentence of "Fifteen" goes `` Feng Xinglang to Huangquan Road ''. Vaguely remembered, could this child succeed as the child who replaced Feng Linnuo in those days?

Their ‘father and son’ have died together once! But this time ...

Feng Shifang had such deep filial piety towards Feng Xinglang, which really made Wu Song incredible.

It is also enough to prove that Feng Xinglang is a good man with a lot of affection. In order to win such a heavy filial piety for this child. Taking a screenshot of that black man, and almost a native Turkish friend of Wu Song, he finally found the black man's clue in a convenience store near an airport. It can be seen from the surveillance video in the convenience store that often with this black man

There is also a Turkish native in and out of this convenience store.

There must be news under the reward. Wu Song smoothly asked the name and address of the Turkish native who came with the black man.

In a residential area about ten kilometers from the airport, Wu Song came to the address given by the convenience store clerk.

But when Wu Song and others broke in, they found that the house was empty. Only tools such as making fake passports and passes were found. Beside the machine, some photos were scattered.

"This guy should have known that we were here and fled temporarily. In other words, when we entered the residential area, we were already found!"

Wu Song nodded, "Look in the room: see if you can find something valuable!"

At this time, Feng Shiwu was sitting on the roof of a residential area. A corpse lay beside him. It was because of his airy message that the guy from one of the robbers would run away.

Feng Shiwu didn't chase immediately, but sat quietly on the roof of the residential area and watched where the guy escaped. In this case, he must be looking for the boss who can get the idea!

After seeing the native robber escaping from the back door, he boarded a pickup truck and fled towards the suburbs; Feng Shiwei immediately flew down from the roof and jumped on the motorcycle he just robbed.

Feng Shizhuang cooperates with Wu Song quite well: one is being tracked in Ming, and the other is being tracked in secret.

Twenty minutes later, the pickup truck stopped in front of a single-family villa. This should be their meeting place.

Feng Shiwei parked the hijacked motorcycle in the bushes, and after the Turk entered the gate, he turned over the wall.

"Boss ... Boss ... the accomplice of the deceased chased him!"

When the word "dead" came out in the simultaneous translator, Feng Shiwu's heart was aching and painful: Is it true that the righteous father, Feng Xinglang, is really fierce? !!

Feng Shiwu reluctantly endured the sorrow of his heart, flew down from the wall, and fell almost silently on the lawn in the courtyard. Covered by night, he climbed into the villa from the wall behind the villa.

In the living room on the ground floor of the villa, a healthy white man was sitting; the black man who appeared in the surveillance at the airport door was also there. This should be their usual gathering place.

"Comrades? How many of them?" The white-skinned European head asked.

"They have ... a lot of people! It's the guy from Côte d'Ivoire who is blind, who didn't rob, even an important financial gangster! Now the police and the embassy are tracking our whereabouts!"

The native Turk angrily scolded the black man who first robbed Feng Xinglang's father and son.

The white-skinned European picked up a passport on his desk and took a closer look, again matching the profile information retrieved from the laptop.

Feng Xinglang, the founder of GK Ventures ... a bunch of messy titles; what is the honorary chairman of this foundation, the representative of that charity and so on.

"It's already robbed ... people are dead ... you haven't lost too much, right? Blame me alone?"

The black man became irritable. "Anyway, we have ruined our body ... they couldn't find it!"

When Feng Shiwu heard the phrase "Death has been destroyed", his heart was severely hurt again.

"You can hear the police say that Ivory Coast has been kept under surveillance at the airport exit! Even if the police do not track down, the embassy and Feng Xinglang's associates will not let you go!" The Turk hissed.

"I just robbed him of his phone and handbag, but you killed him later! If you don't help me, I'll surrender to the police station! I'm just robbing, but you are killing ..."

With a bang, before the black man finished speaking, the headed European shot him.

Rather than waiting for the guy named Côte d'Ivoire to turn himself in to the police station, he might as well seal his mouth now. The dead can't speak, so that's the safest thing.

Seeing that the boss killed a black man with a shot, the native Turk was also frightened.

"A person is dead, just like a dead mouse!"

The white-skinned European wiped his gun and said to the shocked Turk, "Dispose of the body! Don't let him stain my villa!"

"OK ... OK, I'll call someone to deal with it!"

The Turks trembled with their mobile phones. "But Feng Xinglang's associates have found my house ... I'm worried that they will find here next! Boss, you should go abroad to avoid the limelight!"

"You don't have to worry about me ... I have the protection of the military! Even if the accomplice of this guy named Feng Xinglang is so powerful ... I dare not oppose the military!"

The Europeans, headed by them, shook off their passports, "a grenade ... blasted them all up!" Hahaha!

"Then you guess, is their grenade fast or my sword fast!"

A cold dagger hit the neck of the headed guy. Feng Shifang speaks English, and this guy must understand.

"You're Feng Xinglang's companion?" The head-head asked.

"Yes! I'm Feng Xinglang's companion! Where is he now?"

Feng Shiwei exerted a little force, and there was more blood on the neck of the head guy.

"I'm sorry to tell you that Feng Xinglang is dead!"

The guy headed is not afraid. He was using his eyes to signal the Turk to fire at Fifteen.

"Then where is his body?" Feng Shiyun reluctantly asked.

"I don't know! Throwing corpses ... I wouldn't do it myself!"

With a 'bang' shot, the Turks took the opportunity to fire at the heart of Feng Xuan.

A strange scene appeared: He was clearly firing at Fifteen, but the bullet hit the guy headed by it.

And right in the middle of it!

When the Turk responded and fired a second shot at Feng Shifang, the figure of Feng Shifang flickered, and when a bullet hit the opposite painting, a sharp dagger was added to his neck.

"My knife is not only faster than a grenade, but faster than your bullet!"

At that moment, Fifteen hands started to fall and the sword fell, and the Turk held the hand of the gun, and he unloaded his wrist directly.

"Ah ... ah ... ah!" The screams of screams carried through the villa.

"You made Feng Xinglang ..."

Feng Shizhuang couldn't say the word 'corpse'. He couldn't accept this cruel fact.

"Where is Feng Xinglang?" Feng Shiwu hissed.

"I don't know ... it's them ... it's the two who killed Feng Xinglang! It's the two of them!"

The Turk wanted to dump all the charges on the dead blacks and the headed Europeans.

"Where is Feng Xinglang's body? Where is it?" Feng Shifang trembled, full of anger and sorrow.

"It wasn't my corpse ... it was a companion of Côte d'Ivoire! I can take you to him!"

In general, this native guy is still knowledgeable. There are already **** examples in front of him: this associate of Feng Xinglang is very unbearable! Only when taking the fifteenth to find the corpse can he take the opportunity to escape.

"Call for him to come here! Now!" Feng Shiwen chuckled.

"Okay ... I'll fight now!"

Seeing that Fifteen released himself, the Turk began to call the associate with the remaining hand.

The two people talked in Turkish dialect, and even the simultaneous translator didn't work.

Feng Shi is not anxious or annoyed. With a look of indifference, the simultaneous translator was changed from the hands-free state to the headset mode. It looks like he doesn't want to continue communicating with this guy.

Even though he didn't understand what the Turk said to his associates, Feng Shiwu could feel that this guy should hate him! So he looked up and looked around the roof of the villa.

When the Turks finished the phone call, Fifteen also found a suitable gallows: a fan above his head!

Ten minutes later, the Turk hung under the fan of the villa was turned into a horse honeycomb by his companions who came to the rescue.

Among a group of noisy militants, Feng Shi heard the voice of the person answering the phone. He was also the first person to rush to a black person. He should be quite familiar with that black man.

When Feng Shifang was preparing to show up to catch the black associate alive, his mobile phone vibrated ... Only one person knew his mobile phone number: that is Master Song Tai!