Chongqing Building is noisy and bustling with people of all skin colors, hair colors, and eye colors. Many people jokingly call it the Global Village Building, where you can see all kinds of criminals from all over the world.

Today, these criminals all felt a little uneasy. Their safe nest seemed to have become a little strange.

Usually, there wouldn't be so many well-dressed elites pouring in. Those people were carrying cameras, wearing sophisticated suits or windbreakers, looking around as if they were trying to spy on the criminals lurking here, which was disturbing.

And those pedestrians walking on the road looking around, are there many plainclothes hidden among them?

The five or six rascals huddled in a small Vietnamese restaurant on a corner turned their heads together, passed through countless gaps between buildings and debris, and peeked at some people who turned into another district in the distance.

They didn't speak, but the glances they exchanged seemed to convey countless messages.

There was a shop on the second floor of the small atrium area with the curtains drawn during the day. The eldest brother, who was distributing the goods to the younger brothers, was holding a cigarette between his left teeth and muttering incoherently with his eyes squinted:

"This part is for the bespectacled guy, this bunch is for the bucktoothed guy, and these are for you, Ah Hong, take them to Portland Street to sell--"

Several younger brothers were putting the goods assigned to them into their pockets or bags, and Ah Xin, who was standing by the window to take a break, suddenly turned his head nervously and said, "Brother Lai, there seems to be a police! There are also many reporters."

Several younger brothers who had just received the goods immediately looked around in shock, asking what was going on.

Brother Lai held a cigarette, flicked the ash at his feet, and sneered, "Why are you in such a hurry? Go out the back door and go out to different floors! If anyone is caught, don't say anything, or I'll kill you!"

After saying that, he kicked the bespectacled guy closest to him on the butt, then walked to the window and looked downstairs.

He saw many people who were dressed in a way that didn't fit in with the surroundings wandering in the atrium downstairs. He turned around with an embarrassed look and asked the lady in red who was leaning against the door and looking at him nervously:

"How much goods are left in the house?"

"Forty bags." The lady in red also looked a little pale.

"Take them all to the bathroom, and flush the toilet immediately if someone knocks on the door." Brother Lai said that, and called the little brother who was on guard to get busy together.

Everyone's face was not good, and the loss might be several million.

Lai Ge held a cigarette in his mouth while pouring the goods in the plastic bag into a large basin, so that if the police came in, he could just pour it all into the toilet in one breath.

While working, he cursed:

"I don't know what the fucking stinky police are up to. They brought so many reporters here. What for? They arrested people and reported it? They are helping me become famous?"

Then he started to curse again.

There are many bastards like Lai Ge. They all think that the reporters and police are rushing in to find them.

Everyone in the "Evil Valley" is in danger. They are all fully armed and alert, ready to either retreat or fight the police to the death.

Some smart people are also confused. Why are there so many reporters?

This is quite different from the previous arrest missions...

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When Yi Jiayi received the call from Uncle Jiu, her car was already close to Chongqing Building.

She looked around for a parking space, but saw cars with good brands parked everywhere, as well as seven-seater commercial vehicles and some vans with media logos and names used as mobile offices... She

hurriedly parked the car, put on her bulletproof vest as Brother Yue said, put on her mobile phone and walkie-talkie, and ran all the way to the door of Chongqing Building. From a distance, she saw Uncle Jiu standing at the door waiting for her. Just as she

was about to cross the road, she suddenly saw an acquaintance. She frowned and waved to the Qingcheng Daily team who were rushing over with the photographer. Nie Weiyan and another familiar editor raised their hands to her and walked towards her quickly.

"Why did you guys rush over here?" Jiayi asked in confusion.

"Someone called the editorial department and said that a murder was about to happen in Chongqing Building, and that if we rush in time, we might get the first-hand news..." Nie Weiyan thought for a moment and added, "Live broadcast."

Jiayi frowned and wanted to stop them, but she saw that there were other media teams rushing to Chongqing Building.

"Be careful." After a word of warning, she asked Nie Weiyan to call Mr. Guo from the Public Relations Department, and then ran across the road and ran towards Uncle Jiu.

...

The camera and pen that were about to record the legend were already in place. Yao Qingtian seemed to be curious about the situation around him. While looking around with gossip, he said goodbye to the enthusiastic boss with a confused child, and slowly climbed the stairs and walked towards Futang Hotel.

According to the information provided by the fast food restaurant owner, the young couple who stayed in the second room a few days ago should be the target.

When walking there, you will pass by the residence of an unrelated couple who moved in last night.

Since the rooms here are divided into large houses, the landlord does not pay much attention to sound insulation and privacy, so passers-by can hear loud noises in the house when passing by the window.

A woman's complaint came into Yao Qingtian's ears through the half-open window:

"How many times have I told you, if you sell it now, it will be regarded as a haunted house and you will lose a lot of money! Are you in a hurry to die? Sell it, sell it, why are you in such a hurry? Use your brain, okay? Aren't you short of food and clothing now? Are you still afraid that the house will be a burden to you? Wait until the storm is over, you gossip!"

Yao Qingtian's steps forward suddenly slowed down, his eyes turned slightly, and although his head moved slightly, his eyes were directed towards the window.

The woman who was scolded as a "gossip" was obviously not someone to be trifled with. There was a sound of slapping the table in the room. Although the woman suppressed the sound, the scolding still reached Yao Qingtian's ears:

"I am going to sleep in this rat's nest with you now. The bed is right outside the door. I don't know if I will be raped one day! Look at the door lock, I can pry it open with just one push. I can just use a hairpin to poke it open, and the door will be wide open without even a few pokes! How can I sleep when you are not at home? Do you blame me for rushing you? If you are capable, would you let your wife sleep on this kind of bed? Not to mention turning over, it will creak a few times when I take a breath! Otherwise, will you give me money? I'm going to stay in a hotel, you wait here patiently!"

"Money, money, money, can you spit something out of your mouth? If it weren't for you... would we have fallen to the point of renting a house?"

"What? Now you blame it all on me? If it wasn't for you pushing that thing, your mother--"

"Hush... keep your voice down! Are you going to die?"

Suddenly, there was a clanging sound from the house, followed by a creaking sound, and then there was silence in the house.

Yao Qingtian suddenly stopped at the door of the house. Why did this unrelated young couple sound more like the target?

Yao Qingtian had already asked around. The neighbors of the unfilial couple said that they had moved to a hotel called Fu or something in the atrium area on the second floor of Chongqing Building.

According to the neighbors, the unfilial daughter-in-law had complained to her former neighbors and friends that the place they were renting was near the entrance of Chongqing Building. There were people coming and going in the atrium downstairs all day long, and it was so noisy. There were also men and women looking for accommodation on the second floor. Anyone who passed by would turn around and look inside. Some people were so shameless that they started kissing and whispering as soon as they went upstairs and at the entrance of the stairs...

Yao Qingtian had asked about the name of the hotel in Chongqing Building. It was a low-rise hotel called Fu or something. There was only one in this area.

When he combined it with the time of check-in, he was almost certain.

The hotel in front of him was where the unfilial couple stayed.

The only question now was which room they were staying in.

After a moment of silence, Yao Qingtian figured it out.

It was very likely that the police had intervened and temporarily found a way to move the couple out of the original room -

then the intention could only be one, to protect the young couple who might become his target, or... at the same time, they had set a trap for him.

The police were not fooled by him, nor did they become headless flies. They found this place in advance and were prepared -

the room where the unfilial couple originally lived might have been replaced by the police!

Yao Qingtian's blood suddenly boiled, his face flushed abnormally, and he held the little boy's hand and trembled slightly, not out of fear, but excitement.

After staying there for a while, he suddenly wanted to laugh again. God was helping him! God knew that he was doing justice for God!

Good luck is God's gift and recognition to him!

He did not fall into the trap of the police, and his blueprint can still be realized.

He knocked on the door gently, and when he heard the response from inside, he turned his head and looked at the reporters behind him who had climbed to the second floor and were looking this way, or who were looking up on the first floor, as if he was sending them some kind of signal.

The next moment, the door was opened, and a disheveled man pulled up his pajamas, stared at the strange woman in front of him with sealed eyes, and just opened his mouth to ask questions, the woman suddenly stuffed the child she was holding into his hands.

"Hey? Ah——" The man just made a puzzled sound, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a scream.

A dagger flashing with cold light pierced down towards the carotid artery. The man was so scared that he turned his hand to push, but he couldn't resist the other party's strength.

Although the dagger didn't penetrate the artery, it still penetrated into his shoulder.

The pain instantly took away his rationality, and his adrenaline surged, causing him to burst out with more strength than usual. He pushed the opponent's shoulder and tried to grab the dagger stuck in his shoulder.

But the opponent reacted faster and stronger than him. While breaking his wrist, he pulled out the sharp dagger with a special groove.

The injured man seemed to hear the sound of the dagger scraping against the bone. The courage to grab the knife just now disappeared, and his legs softened and he fell against the door frame.

All the media people around saw this scene, blood splattered, and real knives and knives were fighting.

Some were completely frightened and forgot the purpose of their trip, while others still remembered their mission and trembled to carry the video camera or camera.

The door of the second room next door was slammed open, and a tall and strong plainclothes policeman strode out. After seeing the situation in front of him, he wanted to rush forward to fight with Yao Qingtian, but Yao Qingtian threatened to kill her unfilial husband and did not dare to approach.

The people who were shopping downstairs suddenly became excited. Everyone went to the place where they could look up and see the place where the conflict happened upstairs. The noise almost overturned the building.

Many people on the second floor also poked their heads out of the room to find the source of the noise.

When Yao Qingtian stabbed the unfilial man's upper arm with the second knife, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

The buzzing noise around was shaken into silence. Yao Qingtian drew his knife violently, bent his waist and shrank his body to look downstairs.

The crowds in Chongqing's buildings are too dense, and many houses have iron doors. Bullets can easily penetrate the iron and still retain great power. Random shooting is likely to injure innocent citizens behind the iron doors or walls.

Moreover, the messy room may cause bullets to ricochet, causing uncontrollable casualties.

Especially when Yao Qingtian was fighting with the victim, his movements varied greatly, and it was not easy to aim and shoot.

Tan Sanfu did not dare to shoot casually, but when a conflict occurred, he was afraid that Yao Qingtian's next knife would pierce the victim's carotid artery, so he had to throw a cotton coat that was being sold at a stall next to him at the load-bearing concrete column, and then quickly shot at the cotton coat.

With a loud bang, the bullet penetrated the cotton coat and a bullet hole exploded on the concrete column.

Sanfu thought that even if there were no casualties, he would still be punished for firing the gun.

But at this moment, he had no time to care about other things. He retracted the gun and pointed the still smoking muzzle at Yao Qingtian who turned his head and looked over from the second floor. In the moment of silence brought by the gunshot, Sanfu shouted:

"Police! Don't move! Or I will shoot!"

...

Yi Jiayi, who was running towards this side with Uncle Jiu, heard the gunshot and saw Sanfu holding the gun upward, so she grabbed Uncle Jiu.

Jiayi instantly judged Yao Qingtian's position based on the direction of Sanfu's gun muzzle. She looked around, then raised her other hand and pointed to another position in the same direction as Sanfu.

Uncle Jiu understood Jiayi's intention tacitly, and turned on his toes with her and ran straight to another more suitable shooting point.