Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 689 Someone is trying to harm my godfather, they should be killed!

Li Xiang seemed to be breaking down too, wanting to confide in his friends:

"It's not easy to handle. The case is more complicated than I imagined. Now, after the on-site investigation, it turns out that even the body has disappeared..."

Feng Mu looked surprised. A nerve in his mind was touched, and he was about to ask for more details.

A cold voice from the side said bluntly:
"Captain Li, do I need to remind you of the confidentiality principle for this case? Or are you deliberately leaking details of the investigation so you can do something with this person?"

This accusation was extremely malicious, not only directly accusing Li Xiang of violating discipline and harboring ulterior motives, but also dragging Feng Mu, who was standing nearby, into the mess, implying that he might be involved in some kind of shady business.

Its heart is awkward!

The words that were about to come out of Li Xiang's mouth were abruptly cut off. His mouth was tightly shut, and his face darkened and turned ashen at a visible speed.

Tian Xiaohai, who had been standing solemnly beside the car like a javelin, suddenly raised his head upon hearing this, his eyes instantly igniting with uncontrollable rage.

Someone is trying to harm my godfather; they should be killed!

Tian Xiaohai has been taught so well by Tian Tao that he is not only a righteous and passionate young man, but also a true hot-blooded youth.

Feng Mu gently raised his hand and patted Tian Xiaohai's shoulder. Feeling the strength and reassuring tone of Feng Mu's hand, the latter abruptly lowered his head, repeatedly reminding himself:
"Calm down! My godfather didn't tell me to do it, I absolutely mustn't act impulsively! I absolutely mustn't cause my godfather unnecessary trouble because of my impulsiveness!"

Feng Mu glanced at the man, whose body gleamed with malice. He silently memorized the unfamiliar face.

He then smiled at Li Xiang and said:

"Captain Li, who is this...? He looks unfamiliar; I don't think I've seen him before."

Li Xiang snorted coldly and said:

"Sent by Zheng Geng from the Aircraft Maintenance Department, he can't help with the case at all, he's utterly useless."

They're good at putting on airs, going through the motions, and labeling people, but they're incredibly annoying. Don't worry about them, just ignore them.

Seeing that Li Xiang was truly enraged and his tone was so impolite, the man from the maintenance department stopped trying to provoke him. He simply stood aside with a sinister look, scrutinizing Feng Mu several times.

He sneered inwardly, feeling a touch of smugness:
"Li Xiang was getting anxious. The more intense his reaction, the more it proved that his relationship with this Feng Mu was indeed extraordinary."

It seems that my suggestion to Commissioner Zheng to start by breaking through Feng Mu's defenses was entirely correct and feasible!

To Feng Mu's naked eye, the men in the maintenance department looked even brighter.

Seeing that the man from the maintenance department was silent, Feng Mu withdrew his gaze with slight regret. The latter had no idea what he had lost.
This may be the closest he has ever come to having his own name in his entire life.

After this interruption, Feng Mu lost interest in continuing the conversation. He nodded to Li Xiang and said:

"Captain Li, you go ahead and take care of your business. I won't bother you any longer. I also have some minor matters to attend to at the Second Prison."

If there's anything else I, Feng Mu, can help with, please feel free to give me a call.

Feng Mu's words, spoken so openly in front of the men from the maintenance department, made Li Xiang involuntarily clench his fists. A warm current in his heart, like molten lava, dispelled the bone-chilling cold that had been lingering in sewage since yesterday.

Li Xiang took a deep breath and said:
"it is good!"

He stood there, waiting until Feng Mu got into the car and drove away until it was out of sight, before slowly turning his gaze away and walking into the Emerald Garden.

And just as his left foot stepped into the Emerald Garden.

"Boom!!!"

A sudden, violent explosion erupted from inside the Emerald Garden...

.........

Liu Yi and Song Ping'an have been frequently visiting Emerald Garden these past two days, though they haven't always used the main entrance.

Emerald Garden is so large, covering a vast area, with villas nestled among shady trees and winding paths, making them easy to hide away.

What's even more "ingenious" is that there is no surveillance because of the extreme protection of privacy.

Previously, there were responsible security guards and property management staff who would occasionally wander around the community, but in the past few days, the internal security guards have been taken out of the community, and the property management work has been temporarily paralyzed.

Nonsense, with so many people dying in the neighborhood, which property management company would dare to go to work?

Add money?

Even if you offer more money, they won't come!
Actually, the lack of security is not a big deal. After all, there are police officers from the local police station patrolling the neighborhood from time to time, searching for clues and investigating the scene. Their presence itself is a deterrent, and the security should be much higher than ever before... right?

Logically speaking, it's unlikely that a second crime scene will appear near a crime scene that has just occurred, as criminals will avoid such areas.

As a result, the police are currently focusing most of their efforts on search and rescue and deployment throughout the city, and have to some extent neglected to protect the original scene of the crime.

Whether the special envoy can be rescued is hard to say, but a grand and impressive display must be made, which is even more important than whether the special envoy can be rescued in the end.

Furthermore, the recurrence of the explosion at Emerald Garden cannot be entirely blamed on police negligence; they were simply blind to the danger.

After all, who could have imagined that someone would be so audacious as to set off fireworks in Emerald Garden at such a sensitive time?

Let's go back 15 minutes.

Inside the target villa, the piled-up decoration materials effectively blocked the windows and blocked out the light.

Inside, only two faint beams of flashlight moved in the darkness, like the pupils of nocturnal animals.

Liu Yi and Song Ping'an moved swiftly and silently, placing the last piece of explosive, which was firmly secured to the load-bearing column with tape, in the villa's living room.

The explosive block looked unremarkable, even somewhat crude, as if it were shaped by mixing some kind of putty with unidentified particles, but the destructive power it contained made the palms of the two people who placed it sweat.

"Are they all pasted correctly? Position, angle, no deviations?"

Liu Yi lowered his voice and repeatedly confirmed with Song Ping'an beside him.

Song Ping'an did not answer immediately. Instead, he held his breath, his right hand tightly gripping the somewhat crumpled villa construction blueprints, while his left hand held a flashlight, the beam of light moving back and forth between the densely packed red dots on the blueprints and the actual structure of the villa in front of him.

The blueprints were "borrowed" from Li Hanyu, and a certain "professional" clearly marked every key point where explosives needed to be installed, including load-bearing walls, main beams, columns and other vital parts.

Song Ping'an carefully scanned the explosive charges that had been cleverly pried open and placed on the walls, ceiling, and under some floorboards inside the room.

These explosive charges are arranged in a haphazard and orderly manner, creating a sense of exquisite mathematical beauty within the chaotic space.

A few seconds later, Song Ping'an slowly exhaled, nodded firmly, and responded in a low voice:
"Don't worry, it's done strictly according to the blueprints, there are no mistakes. As he said, once it detonates, it will blow this villa from foundation to roof to nothing but a pile of rubble."

To be honest, Liu Yi and Song Ping'an were essentially just two ordinary prison guards who knew absolutely nothing about high-tech "professional skills" like demolition.

But that's okay, the world is just that amazing.

Because they are prison guards, finding people with "professional skills" is a piece of cake for them.

Within the high walls of the Second Prison, it is a veritable "hidden dragon and crouching tiger," gathering top "professional talents" from all walks of life in the Ninth District.

From picking locks and scaling walls to murder and robbery, arson and bombing, forgery and so on, it has everything you could possibly want. If you can think of it, you can find it here.

Moreover, every "expert" is highly qualified, having been "tested in real-world practice," so there's absolutely no need to worry about encountering a charlatan.

This is the complete opposite of looking for a job and submitting resumes. Those who can enter the Second Prison for "further study" have all undergone "strict skills certification assessments" by the police station and the court. Their criminal records are their best "professional experience".

What's even more commendable is that, unlike job seekers who inevitably exaggerate and embellish their resumes, these experts who entered the Second Prison were excessively "humble" when describing their "professional skills."

They all tried their best to understate and minimize their "professional abilities," fearing that if they said too much, the "employment agreement" would be longer.

Even so, many of them still demonstrated astonishingly high levels of expertise in their familiar "professional fields".

When Liu Yi returned to the Second Prison, he simply sifted through the records of "special skills" in the archives of serious offenders and easily "interviewed" a real "demolition master".

The level is at least several stories high.

Yes, literally, several floors of the building were destroyed, causing an extremely "significant" social impact.

Asking them to help design the demolition of a single villa is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut—a waste of their talents.

When Liu Yi approached the other party, he did not coerce them but simply offered a solution that could help them "earn merit and reduce their sentence." The expert immediately demonstrated a high degree of cooperation and enthusiasm for the task.

He not only quickly provided a perfect blasting design plan, but also clearly marked the approximate proportions of the explosives, their placement locations, and the detonation sequence.

In fact, in the past, given Liu Yi's temperament and style of doing things, he would never have spoken to a prisoner so politely, let alone talked about "meritorious service to reduce sentence".
Just use a stun gun.

However, after being around Feng Mu for a long time, Liu Yi gradually learned Minister Feng's advanced work philosophy of "treating people with sincerity, persuading people with reason, and achieving mutual benefit and win-win results".

The results are obvious!

The blasting experts were more enthusiastic than ever before. From designing blasting plans and marking key points to "hand-crafting" explosives with sufficient power using limited materials, almost one person handled all the technical aspects, and with extremely high efficiency and in a very short time.

All Liu Yi needed to provide were some seemingly ordinary raw materials and some basic chemical experimental instruments.

This includes, but is not limited to, large quantities of laundry detergent, toilet cleaner, various neutralizers, several sturdy frying pans, test tubes, beakers, batteries, wires, simple timers, etc.

These items were purchased in the name of the Second Prison and would not attract any attention at all.

"Should we blast it?" With everything ready, Song Ping'an checked one last time.

Liu Yi took a deep breath, and while setting up the makeshift detonator connecting all the explosives, he whispered:

"Yeah, let's finish the bombing sooner so we can get back to the Second Prison. I'm still not comfortable entrusting such an honorable job as driving for the minister to that newbie Tian Xiaohai."

The two exchanged a glance, nodded in tacit agreement, and without further hesitation, moved out silently, just as they had come.

They deftly gathered all the tools and traces, then, like two nimble raccoons, climbed out of the villa through the back window whose lock they had pried open.

The figure quickly disappeared into the dense ornamental trees, lowered its body, and almost crawled towards the outer edge.

I carefully crawled to the base of the villa area's outer wall, then cautiously turned my head to look around again, making sure no one was nearby.

"go!"

The two exerted their strength simultaneously, using both hands and feet, and nimbly climbed onto the top of the wall. In a flash, they landed steadily on the ground outside the wall and quickly disappeared.

Almost at the same time they landed, Li Xiang's left foot stepped into the Emerald Garden.

A series of rapid, violent, overlapping explosions boomed, and thick smoke mixed with fire rose into the air in columns.

Li Xiang, Chang Erbing behind him, and several police officers were all stunned by the sudden loud noise, their ears ringing and their faces changing drastically.

"Explosion?! The special envoy's villa?"

Li Xiang was shocked and looked up sharply in the direction of the rising smoke. His pupils contracted suddenly!

Without a second thought, he roared and sprinted toward the direction of the explosion.

Chang Erbing and the others followed closely behind, their hearts pounding in their throats.

After running all the way, when Li Xiang and his group finally rushed up to them, they froze on the spot as if they had been frozen in place.

As far as the eye could see, there was a pile of ruins and debris, billowing thick smoke and emitting a pungent odor.

The ruins were piled up in a twisted mess, with broken glass and even some unrecognizable fragments of building materials scattered everywhere, while flames still burned stubbornly, crackling loudly.

Amidst the deafening explosions, the villa that had just stood collapsed, turning into a pile of ruins.

The good news is that the villa where the special envoy was staying was not the one that was bombed;

The bad news is that the villa that was blown to pieces was... another villa right next to the special envoy's villa.

"This this……"

Li Xiang felt as if his brain had been hit by a heavy hammer, buzzing and his thoughts were in complete chaos.

He was a little confused.

If this were the killer returning to destroy any carelessly left clues, he might simply blow up the special envoy's villa, which makes sense to him.

Even if it were Li Hanyu's villa that was bombed, considering Wang Xinfa's current situation, he could barely understand the logic behind someone wanting to take advantage of his misfortune or create greater chaos.

But why was it specifically the villa between the two of them that was bombed?!
The police station had conducted a brief inspection of the villa and found that no one had moved in yet; the interior wasn't even fully furnished—it was just an empty shell.

What's the point of blowing it up?

Is the murderer the same person as the one next door?
Or……

(End of this chapter)