Luo Hongyu sat at the desk and sighed.

Yesterday, he was called by the deputy mayor secretary of the Luoyi government in charge of power plant construction and was scolded hard.

"Mr. Luo, coffee." Hawthorne has been here for a few days and has silently mastered Luo Hongyu's hobbies in life.

For example, every morning when you arrive at the office, you must first drink a cup of black coffee without sugar.

"Thank you." Luo Hongyu replied habitually.

The strong aroma of coffee drifted back and forth in front of the nose, and did not evade Luo Hongyu's heart.

He put down his coffee and sat in front of the table.

"Mr. Luo has something to worry about?" Hawthorne asked tentatively.

"Construction site, progress, rumors!" Every time Luo Hongyu popped up a word, his fist would hit the table hard.

Hawthorne immediately understood what Luo Hongyu was worried about.

"Mr. Luo, I have the stupidest way. I don't know if I should say it." Hawthorne's voice was not high and he didn't look particularly confident.

"Tell me," Luo Hongyu immediately became interested.

"Our ancestors have a saying that there must be brave men under heavy rewards. You can separate these jobs and concentrate some people in one place to do it at night. There is no need to be more people, but if you pay more, I believe that someone will still do it. If you do it, someone will do it next time. If you accumulate little, you will get more fur together." Hawthorne said his thoughts.

Luo Hongyu didn't answer the words or say anything, and sat there thinking alone for a while.

He finally raised his head and solicited Hawthorne's opinion: "Mr. Huo, I want to trouble you one thing. Someone will come to the construction site tomorrow to inspect, but the cables in Area 1 have not been fully laid yet. I hope it will be completed tomorrow morning. Can you please call on people to work overtime tonight? As you said, I will double my salary and only twenty people are enough."

Huo Sang replied readily: "Mr. Luo, I'll try it out at the construction site now."

"Thank you." Luo Hongyu blurted out the word Xie, which showed his anxious mood at this moment.

Finding someone is easy for Hawthorne.

There were underground party members who had already been invaded in advance at the construction site. Through the unique contact information, Hawthorne contacted them without meeting them, and quickly organized twenty-one workers to go to work urgently at night.

This news was consciously promoted by him on the construction site.

After dark, two black shadows appeared in the dark outside the place where twenty-one people worked. After hiding in a shed, their eyes stared at the construction site shining by the light.

On the construction site, a coworker said to the person around him: "I have a stomachache, I want to shit."

"Old Song, what good things to eat tonight? Is this a little shit? I'll give you some money to trash gold, go and go back quickly." The people around me laughed.

"Bad! The dead woman at home is too lazy to do nothing. She took out all the leftover rice. When I ate it, I felt a bit bad. It was a pity to pour it into my stomach." Old Song covered his stomach and walked out.

One hundred meters south of the construction site, there is a thatched cottage surrounded by broken straw mats.

When Lao Song walked towards the thatched cottage, two figures behind the shed picked up black paths that people outside could not see and moved towards the thatched cottage.

However, on the periphery of the cottage, there were four policemen holding long guns and a short gun, hiding in the dark, watching the movements around them.

This is what Hawthorne gave to Li Jiapeng.

Catch turtles in a jar.

Old Song walked to the vicinity of the thatched cottage with his stomach covered.

He stole a little lazy and did not get into the cottage on the dark sky. Instead, he took off his pants and squatted on the side of the roadside ten meters away from the cottage.

There is moonlight in this place, but it is not smelly. The breeze blows, soaking shit, farting, it feels good!

Old Song hummed a small song comfortably on his mouth, and exhausted under his butt.

He didn't notice that behind him, two black shadows slowly walked over, one of whom was holding a handkerchief.

When the two black shadows were dozens of centimeters away from Lao Song, they stretched forward with their handkerchief, passing through Lao Song's ears, and tightly covering his mouth and nose.

"Wuwuwu" Old Song sat on the ground, struggled for a few seconds, his body

He fell to the ground.

Another black shadow quickly took out a needle tube from his pocket, pulled out the glass bottle on the needle, and prepared to stab Lao Song's arm.

After his hand was raised, he stopped unexpectedly.

"Hurry up." The dark shadow anesthetized Lao Song urged.

"No, there is no smell." The injection person realized something.

Lao Song sat on his shit, and he should be terrible.

And now, there is no smell.

Realizing this abnormality, he stopped his hand and stabbed Lao Song's arm hard.

"Quick, something is not right." After the injection, he in turn urged the anesthetized person.

The man who had previously anesthetized Lao Song with a handkerchief pulled out a pig-slaughter knife wrapped in black cloth from his back.

As long as Lao Song's arm is cut off, half of the arm that is exactly the same as the fat black man will appear for the second time, rumors will spread again, people will be in panic on the construction site, and there will be another wave of shutdowns.

The black shadow untied the black cloth of the sword and raised the pig's knife.

"Ah." The black shadow holding the pig's knife in his hand screamed, cutting through the silent night sky.

His hands were illuminated by several searchlights.

His eyes could not be opened under the light.

His mouth screamed in shock.

Several policemen held up searchlights and surrounded two black shadows.

Li Jiapeng held a shell gun in his hand, pointing his muzzle at two black shadows. He grinned and smiled evilly: "Don't move, just move the labor gun and fire immediately."

At this time, the workers working on the construction site heard the screams and saw the light of the searchlights, and all ran towards their direction.

"Old Song" exclaimed the person running in front.

"What happened?" asked the second person.

"Knife, chop people? What is he going to do?" The third man was shocked.

"Did you cut off Lao Song's arm and look like a fat black man?" The fourth person understood and started the lecture on the spot.

Li Jiapeng waited for his colleagues to wave it. After describing the crime scene, he held up a gun and walked to the man holding the knife, and pulled down the black hood on his head.

The coworkers exclaimed unanimously: "Shi Dongyun! It's Shi Dongyun."

Li Jiapeng's pistol suddenly pressed against Shi Dongyun's head and scolded him sternly: "Say, did you kill the black fat man?"

"Yes." Shi Dongyun hurriedly confessed.

"Who asked you to kill?" Li Jiapeng continued to interrogate on the spot.

Shi Dongyun's mouth just opened.

A faint impact sound came out.

Shi Dongyun was shot in the middle of his eyebrows, which was a silent pistol.

Li Jiapeng retreated and looked directly in front of Shi Dongyun. Before he could shoot, he "snatched" the second bullet and quickly shot the chest of the person who was injecting the drug.

The two murderers were all silenced in front of Li Jiapeng and the construction site workers.

The coworkers screamed and all lay on the ground.

Li Jiapeng directed the police, turned off the searchlight, and hit the firepower and shot directly in front of him.

However, no one resisted the other side.

The person who silenced has already escaped.

Li Jiapeng ordered his men: "You guys search for the nearby ones, and I will call the guards to come."

He quickly walked towards the door.

At the door, Du Kuan was already awakened by the sentry who heard his colleagues screaming.

He ordered people to blew the whistle of the emergency assembly.

Except for the two sentries on duty at the door, all the other eighteen people gathered.

Du Kuan sent someone to investigate.

The investigator was intercepted by Li Jiapeng as soon as he came out.

"Second Lieutenant Du, I want your help." Li Jiapeng briefly introduced the situation of his birth just now.

After the two discussed, the troops split into two groups, and ten people and four policemen continued to search together.

Another eight people warn the cable laying construction site to be responsible for safety and ensure that the laying task is completed tonight.

After Du Kuan finished the arrangement, he suddenly remembered a question and asked: "How is Lao Song, who was injected with the drug?"

Li Jiapeng laughed to the sky: "This is a game, so of course Lao Song is fine."

He refused to do more of the rest

explain.

The truth is that the potion in the glass bottle has been replaced by night color with ordinary normal saline, which is harmless to people.
To be continued...