Capítulo 561: 561. One was the boss of a gang, and the other was the elite of the police force. Just like that, they became enemies
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Pei Zhiyu and Wei Jingrong.
One was the boss of a gang, and the other was the elite of the police force.
These two people were originally incompatible like fire and water.
It was said that a few years ago, Wei Jingrong had once personally led a team to exterminate Pei Zhiyu's lair.
Later, Pei Zhiyu took revenge. It was said that he brought two people and sabotaged the military during special training.
It caused Wei Jingrong to lose a lot of face in front of the leaders.
From then on, the grudge between the two became irremediable.
When the two of them met in Song Garden, they almost fought on the spot.
Song Beibei was quite strange at that time.
One of them was an army in port city, and the other was a local snake in Xia city.
It was amazing that they could still form such a deep grudge even though they were thousands of miles apart
But what was even more amazing was that the two of them were actually carrying out the same mission together.
Wei Jingrong said, "I'm the captain of this mission. You have to obey my orders. "
Pei Zhiyu said, "don't flatter yourself. I'm not your stupid soldier. I'm here to protect sister-in-law. I don't care about anything else. "
Wei Jingrong was furious. "I said that we have to follow orders when we act together. "
The two of them wanted to fight.
Song Beibei quickly planned for them. "stop arguing, Zhiyu. If you still care about your third brother's safety, I beg you to listen to an order. "
However, Pei Zhiyu still had a happy expression. He said, "sister-in-law, I won't listen to him. I'll listen to you. "
As he spoke, he took out a pistol from his pocket.
Wei Jingrong was vigilant. "Pei Zhiyu, what are you going to do? "
Pei Zhiyu, on the other hand, stuffed the pistol into Song Beibei's hand. "Who is as stingy as your troops? sister-in-law doesn't even have a weapon for self-defense. It's obvious that there are guards on this island. "
Wei Jingrong frowned. It turned out that even Pei Zhiyu could see through it.
Pei Zhiyu stuffed the pistol into Song Beibei's pocket. "This thing is light and useful. sister-in-law, take it for self-defense, just in case you need it. "
As he spoke, he taught her how to use the gun.
For the first time, Song Beibei held this ice-cold thing in her hand.
But cold sweat still broke out on her palms.
Song Beibei finally hid the pistol in her pocket.
In order to prevent danger,.
The People here were divided into two teams.
They planned to enter through the front door.
One team would scout the way out through the back door.
After the simple arrangements were made, everyone set off separately.
Song Beibei and Wei Jingrong were in a team.
Pei Zhiyu led a few people to pass through the surrounding area.
They soon arrived at the entrance of the villa.
Wei Jingrong blocked the front.
He held the gun in his hand and used his elbow to scout the way.
However, they soon discovered that the door of the villa was actually left ajar.
For a moment, Song Beibei and Wei Jingrong looked at each other.
Both of them had a hunch that there would be danger inside. There might really be a trap waiting for them.
However, they had to break into the Dragon's den and the Tiger's den.
Song Beibei's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife when she thought about how Gu Yanqing was sitting in a wheelchair.
In the end, Song Beibei still entered through the door under the protection of Wei Jingrong.
The light in the room was very dim.
It was as if someone had intentionally pulled up all the curtains of the villa.
The Thick Velvet curtains covered the entire house tightly, not letting out a single ray of light.
There was a thick carpet in the house, so they basically did not make any sound when they walked.
Song Beibei practically held her breath.
Had Gu Wanjing already discovered it?
Could it be considered that she was already prepared?
What should they do now.
Wei Jingrong already felt that the situation was not right.
Wei Jingrong said softly to Song Beibei, "I'm afraid that we've already exposed our tracks. I'll get two people to cover you as you leave. I'll stay here to investigate. "
Behind them was the main door.
Perhaps it was indeed dangerous up ahead.
Song Beibei did not know what to do either.
Moreover, knowing that she was here would only drag them down.
Hence, she nodded in agreement.
But she had yet to take action.
A voice filled with wild laughter seemed to come from all directions. "since you're here, don't even think about leaving by yourself. "
The main door behind them suddenly closed automatically.
The entire room instantly turned dark.
Song Beibei felt her heart sink.
She recognized this voice.
It was Gu Wanjing's voice.
But the voice seemed to be transmitted through the loudspeaker installed on the roof.
It was impossible to tell where the person who spoke was.
Moreover, because the room was large, Gu Wanjing's echo echoed in the villa.
In the darkness, it seemed particularly terrifying.
Then, the sound of gunfire could be heard.
It was like the sound of machine guns firing.
It was abnormally intense.
Song Beibei could see the fire on the railing on the second floor.
Before Song Beibei could react, her entire body was pulled by a force.
Then, she continued to roll and finally stopped behind a sofa.
The sound of machine guns continued for a while.
It was a chaotic burst of gunfire.
It seemed to have hit many things.
Blankets, bottles, furniture.
Even the SOFA.
Song Beibei only felt the sound of explosions everywhere.
She covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly.
But at this moment, she wasn't that afraid.
A minute later, the sound finally stopped.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
It was like fireworks after an explosion.
In the next second, all the lights in the lobby were lit up.
Song Beibei felt dizzy for a moment.
After the dizziness, Song Beibei saw the scene inside clearly.
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