mesbooks Chapter 111: Looks like a professional.
Chapter 111: Looks like a professional.
Zhou Dongliang hung up the phone and reached out to Jiang Xiong: "Give me a car, a car with fake license plates, with black tint."
Jiang Xiong did as instructed and immediately made a phone call.
While waiting for the car to arrive, Jiang Xiong finally asked, "What did Westbrook say just now?"
Zhou Dongliang was a scoundrel, but he had never done anything this big before; he still lacked courage.
But things have come to this point, and in order to survive, I have to let Dawei die.
It is truly appalling that a county magistrate would be physically eliminated using such underhanded methods.
This is a rare occurrence even in the context of the entire country.
He was genuinely scared at that moment.
He didn't want to talk to Jiang Xiong about the specifics, not because he cared about Jiang Xiong, but because he felt that having Jiang Xiong as a friend in society would be helpful in the future.
Even if we take a step back...
Once in prison, Jiang Xiong had friends, so he wouldn't suffer too much.
"Stop asking, it's not good for you to ask too many questions."
Just pretend you know nothing about what happened tonight.
Just wait and see what the news says.
Jiang Xiong's face darkened, realizing that Chen Dawei was probably not long for this world.
I also felt a little scared.
At the same time, he was also glad that Chen Wei didn't come to him about this.
Thinking of this, his eyebrows twitched, and he slowly turned his head to look at the great traitor beside him.
This idiot doesn't even know he's become Westbrook's weapon, does he?
If they succeed, and something happens to Chen Dawei, it will be a huge problem.
When the higher-ups investigated, the first person they arrested was you, Zhou Dongliang.
This is murder!
This is not the same as Qiao Yong's case. Qiao Yong committed suicide, and the procedures at the time were not problematic on the surface. But even so, now that the old matter has been brought up again, Lin Wangyou has still been placed under investigation.
"The car won't be delivered for a while."
There's still time.
I'll call that dance student over here.
You can relax now.
"I'm treating."
Jiang Xiong said very generously.
Knowing Zhou Dongliang as he did, he had more than five minutes to spare, enough time to wash up.
"Well then, thank you, Brother Xiong."
Zhou Dongliang felt perfectly justified.
Jiang Xiong went out, and two minutes later, the lead dancer who had seemed unhappy earlier, dressed in a thin veil and smiling radiantly, walked into the second-floor private room where Zhou Dongliang was.
"Young Master Zhou~"
A girl from Shanghai who studies dance bowed to Zhou Dongliang, her upper body deliberately leaning forward to reveal a bit of her figure.
Zhou Dongliang was completely captivated. Sitting on the wooden couch, he slowly beckoned to her: "Come here..."
A beauty as lovely as jade, her fragrance filling the air.
The timing was exactly as Jiang Xiong had predicted.
The car arrived, and Zhou Dongliang came downstairs looking relaxed.
After circling the car to inspect it, Zhou Dongliang drove away, the taillights disappearing into the night.
The woman on the second floor, dressed in a thin veil, came down and bowed slightly to Jiang Xiong: "Mr. Jiang, he won't be staying overnight."
"Okay, wait for me in my room, I'm staying overnight."
"..." The woman remained silent.
That old turtle egg, he's really good at scheming.
Jiang Xiong didn't care about any of that; the money was for one night's meal, and Zhou Dongliang couldn't eat it all, so it couldn't be wasted.
After the woman left, a square-faced man quietly approached Jiang Xiong.
"Brother Xiong, what are your orders?"
"Go to Dongguan and get me a boat, just in case... something might happen soon."
"Yes."
Cunning Rabbit Three Caves.
Jiang Xiong, this seasoned veteran, is the same way.
He had already acquired properties in Southeast Asia and had also stockpiled gold and other assets in several countries.
Sensing danger, he needed to prepare an escape route; flying was definitely not an option.
Zhou Dongliang parked his Iveco van, which had a fake license plate, on the side of the national highway leading from Yuanshan County to Meihua City.
There was a huge banyan tree by the roadside, which was the agreed meeting point.
I waited for about 20 minutes.
A three-wheeled motorcycle came from the direction of Meicheng.
The motorbike was driven by an old man. The vehicle looked like it was used in the countryside to transport goods; it was filthy.
They probably didn't dare to take a taxi, so they randomly picked up a farmer's house by the roadside.
Zhou Dongliang didn't rush to get out of the car. He turned off the car lights and sat quietly inside, watching with his heart in his throat.
Then three tall men got off the tricycle.
All three of them were wearing headscarves and masks, and you could tell from their eyebrows and eyes that they looked different from Chinese people.
One of them took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to the tricycle driver, who then took the money and turned around and left.
Three Southeast Asians walked towards the Iveco van.
Zhou Dongliang opened the car door, pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, and threw it forcefully on the ground, the cigarette butt sparking as it hit the ground.
One of the men opposite, who had darker skin, pulled out a device about the size of a cell phone. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a Franklin translator.
The man piled the translation devices in front of Zhou Dongliang, gesturing for him to speak.
"I'm Westbrook's friend."
The man opposite checked the contents of the translator and was relieved. He then gestured for his two subordinates to get into the car.
Hiss... Boom!
The Iveco started the engine rather hastily and then turned around and headed towards Yuanshan County.
After driving for more than ten minutes, the three people sitting in the back didn't say a word.
Zhou Dongliang glanced back uneasily and found that the three men's eyes were gleaming with a green light, and they were all staring at him.
"Hey guys, are you hungry?"
The man quickly handed over the translator, which read: "Focus on driving."
Finally, the car drove into Zhongkeng Town and stopped in a farmhouse courtyard that was about to collapse.
This family lives in a very remote place, with hardly any other houses around.
There was only one daughter in the family, who is already married. The two elderly people died two years ago, and the roof is overgrown with weeds.
Nobody wants to come here during the day, and even passing by in the evening feels creepy, let alone at night.
Everyone was just waiting for the house to collapse so they could take over and plant something there.
The group carried bottled water, instant noodles, bagged bread, and other items from the car into the house.
The three men entered the house without removing their masks and asked Zhou Dongliang for the evacuation route.
This looks like a professional's work.
Zhou Dongliang took out a map, on which routes were drawn with red lines.
Heading north from this small village in Zhongkeng Town leads to Xun County in Jiangxi Province.
Next to the mountain god temple outside the village, under the banana grove, there was a 125cc motorcycle covered with banana leaves.
This is a backup escape vehicle; the motorcycle key is tied to the wheel, and it's already filled with gas.
When they arrived in Jiangxi Province, someone met them. Zhou Dongliang didn't recognize the person on the other end; he was one of Chen Wei's men.
In addition, there are three stolen Jialing 75 motorcycles on the south side of this village.
These three vehicles were tools used to get to and from the crime scene; they were discarded after use to facilitate escape.
These three vehicles have small engine displacements, are quiet, and are easier to maneuver, allowing them to travel on narrow roads.
The three Southeast Asians nodded in satisfaction when they saw that Zhou Dongliang had made such thorough arrangements.
After completing these tasks, Zhou Dongliang left them a cell phone for future contact, so he could keep them informed of Chen Dawei's whereabouts at any time...
"OK, you can go back now."
The three people opposite Zhou Dongliang didn't want to stay any longer and told him to leave.
Out of politeness, Zhou Dongliang asked if he wanted to arrange for a girl to relax.
"You're asking for it. We don't need you. Get lost."
The other party's reply showed absolutely no leniency.
This, in turn, put Zhou Dongliang at ease.
On his way home, he felt even more certain that he had won.
It was past four in the morning when I got home.
I entered the living room and turned on the lights.
"Ouch!"
He was almost scared to death.