After arriving in Jincheng, they did not act rashly. Instead, they conducted an in-depth investigation and finally targeted Xie Yong and his daughter.
Shen Qi once saved Xie Xiao, so when Xie Xiao is in danger again and cannot ask the police for help, Xie Yong will definitely choose to ask Shen Qi for help, so that they can attack Shen Qi without anyone knowing.
Before formulating the plan, they also investigated Shen Qi and knew that Shen Qi was not an ordinary person, especially since there were many videos on the Internet about Shen Qi practicing traditional Xia martial arts. So they knew that it would be difficult to kill Shen Qi using conventional means, so they made so many arrangements in the factory.
They believed their plan was foolproof. As long as they successfully detonated the gasoline barrel, they could remotely control the flour on the roof of the factory to scatter down. The fire and explosion would completely engulf the factory, and no one would be able to survive.
However, their arrangement failed.
Pang Xuan had clearly pressed the button and the crossbow arrow pierced Pang Xuan's arm, but the button on the remote control did not pop up. Isn't this too outrageous?
Could it be that the remote control they purchased personally was also a counterfeit product?
One person said, "How about we go over and take a look?"
The other person nodded and said, "Let's go. Be careful. Shen Qi might come back."
Soon, the two came to the abandoned factory and quickly found the remote control and detonator that had fallen on the ground. They immediately showed a look of surprise.
There was nothing wrong with the remote control; it popped up easily after they pressed the button, and there was nothing wrong with the detonator; when the button popped up, there was an obvious spark.
So, what happened when Pang Xuan dropped the remote control on the ground just now?
Why didn't the gasoline barrel explode?
The two top killers began to scratch their heads: This is a bit hard to understand.
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