Han Feng was extremely shocked. He had completely frozen and could not move.

"Why?" Lynch said softly.

Han Feng felt that all his blood had been frozen, and he was exposed naked to Lynch in a way that he had never thought of, and he calmed down in extreme panic, "Zhang Fengxi

Standing behind him is Yan Fuzhao."

Lynch said: "So what? I'll pry my confession from him tomorrow and I can sue Yan Fuzhao."

"No," Han Feng said, "Yan Fu Zhao is in power and cannot move him. Even if Zhang Fengxi is a witness, he cannot hurt him. Only if I assassinate Zhang Fengxi, will the people under his wings be shocked, afraid, suspicious of each other, thousands of miles away

The dike collapses in the ant hole, and it must collapse from within them to effectively respond."

Lynch understood Han Feng's meaning.

Once Zhang Fengxi dies, everyone insiders will suspect that Yan Fuzhao is taking action to silence his mouth. With his lips and teeth cold, his trust in the leader will collapse. Once the seeds of suspicion are planted, the seeds of destruction will definitely bear the seeds of destruction.

This move is accurate and vicious enough.

It also completely violates the original intention of a law enforcement officer, interferes with the affairs, uses lynching to replace public instruments, uses human life as bargaining chips, and uses the goal to achieve its goals, and uses any means.

Lynch looked at Han Feng, his eyes were complicated and difficult to deal with.

Han Feng saw shock, sadness in his eyes... and a lot of pity.

But there is no disgust and disappointment, no trace of it.

Lynch raised his foot and walked into prison. Zhang Fengxi, who was lying on the ground, was still twitching and moaning. He raised his hand and pulled the hemp rope from Han Feng's palm, but Han Feng didn't move.

"Have he seen you?" Lynch said softly.

Han Feng did not trust anyone, so he could only do it himself. He came over with the mood of killing, so naturally he did not care and never answered.

The next moment, Lynch tightened the hemp rope and leaned over Zhang Fengxi's neck!

Han Feng took action like lightning and immediately grabbed Lynch's arm, "What are you doing?!" The sudden sound of elevating echoed in the cold and silent prison.

"He saw you," Lynch lowered his head. He was wearing a blue shirt, straight as green bamboo, and his tone was trembling slightly. "You can't keep him."

Han Feng never regretted his decision for a moment, and at this moment, a tide of regret poured into him. He didn't have time to think about it anymore, "Let go, I'll do it!"

"Instead of letting me watch you turn a blind eye and pretending to be innocent," Lynch lowered his head and had no expression on his dim face. He twisted the hemp rope on his palm and suddenly tried hard, "It's better for me to do it with my own hands."

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Chapter completed!