Starting from 40, holding the Star Mall to lead the motherland

Chapter 75 Hua Ye
The night is like a thick piece of black silk, tightly wrapping the big city of Shanghai.

In the darkness of the night, Han Hui followed the money into the black market. This was her first time here. The narrow passage was lined with stalls of all kinds. The stall owners had wary expressions on their faces, their eyes gleaming shrewdly in the dim light.

Halfway through the walk, Han Hui felt someone reaching out to her waist.

"Click..."

The hand was twisted and a sound like a pig being butchered was heard. The vendors and customers in the black market glanced over reflexively, then continued with their business.

After walking through a narrow passage, the two arrived at a square courtyard. Qian Fei said to the lame man at the door, "Sixth Son, this guest wants to ask Master Hua something."

This Hua Ye was the head of this black market, not only buying and selling various supplies, but also peddling intelligence. Han Hui wasn't looking for anything top-secret, so she came to him through Qian Fei's introduction.

The man named Liuzi looked at Han Hui and said expressionlessly, "He should have told you the rules here."

Han Hui nodded, opened the shoulder bag she was carrying, and showed him the big yellow croaker inside.

Liuzi nodded: "Follow me."

Although he was lame in one leg, he was still quite fast with the help of a cane. The three of them came to the outside of the main hall, and Liuzi went in first to pass on the message.

After a while, Liuzi came out: "Master Hua asked you to come in."

As for Qian Fei, he was waiting outside.

After entering the main room, Han Hui saw the man sitting on the Eight Immortals Chair and politely called him "Master Hua".

This Hua Ye was a sturdy man with two hideous scars on his face. "What do you want from me?"

Han Hui didn't hesitate and said, "Master Hua, I want to inquire about Shanye Duojiang's situation. I wonder how much information you have on this matter?"

Hua Ye was originally leaning lazily on the Eight Immortals Chair, but upon hearing this he sat up straight: "You want information on Shanye Duojiang?"

Han Hui nodded and said, "Yes, the more detailed the better. Price is not an issue."

Hua Ye raised two fingers and said, "No more words, two big yellow croakers."

This price was much lower than Han Hui expected. She didn't ask why and just bought two large yellow croakers.

Hua Ye told Han Hui all the information he had, orally, without any documentation. People in their line of work wouldn't leave such obvious evidence.

After Han Hui wrote down everything he said, she asked a lot of questions.

All her questions were answered. Han Hui clasped her hands together and said, "Master Hua, thank you very much."

Hua Ye waved his hand and said, "I'm paid for my work, so I don't deserve your thanks."

His charges were indeed lower than market price this time, but this man was clearly targeting Shanye. The Special High Police were worse than animals, and if someone wanted to kill them, they'd kill them for free. However, running a black market was about making money, but going too far would be a source of criticism.

When Han Hui reached the door, Hua Ye said, "Little brother, I hope we can meet again."

Over the years, countless people had tried to kill those Special High Police agents, but few succeeded. Regardless of success or failure, they were almost all sacrificed. He said this in the hope that Han Hui would return alive.

Han Hui paused and said, "Yes."

After leaving the black market, Han Hui headed for Nanjing West Road. She wandered through its main streets and alleyways, memorizing them by heart before finding a hotel to rest. The next morning, she headed back to Nanjing West Road.

Nanjing West Road, quiet at night, was bustling with activity. Shops lined the streets, selling dresses, cigarettes, alcohol, radios, and other electronics. The sounds of shouting and laughter blended together, creating a completely different atmosphere from the night. Han Hui found a newsstand, bought a newspaper, and stood nearby to read.

After finishing a newspaper, Han Hui was about to go buy another one when a car came speeding by in the distance and stopped in front of a customs trading company.

The bodyguard sitting in the front got out of the car first, then opened the back door, and then a short man with a mustache and a big belly got out of the car.

After seeing the man's appearance, Han Hui knew that this was her fellow Shanye native and good friend Guan Kou.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A sharp cry pierced the air, instantly drawing everyone's attention. Seeing the three men shot and falling to the ground, the crowd seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible hand and quickly ran in all directions of the street.

Han Hui left among the crowd.

Shanye heard the news after the meeting, cursed, and rushed to the hospital. Guankou had been his close friend for many years. Back when he was away in the army, his father was seriously ill and the family was deeply in debt, barely making ends meet. It was Guankou who helped his family through the difficult times, both financially and physically. Later, Guankou came to China to start a trading business and gave him a 20% stake.

By the time Shanye arrived at the hospital, Guankou's bullet had already been removed. The operation was successful, but the patient was still unconscious despite the anesthesia.

The doctor said, "Mr. Yamano, Mr. Sekiguchi is very lucky that the bullet did not hit his heart."

The bodyguard wasn't so lucky; he was shot in the abdomen and bled to death. The driver was fine; the killer didn't attack him.

Shanye relaxed completely and said, "Doctor, please give Guankou the best medicine so that he can recover soon."

The doctor nodded in agreement.

There were many things going on in the mountains, and Guankou didn't know when he would wake up. He couldn't wait in the hospital forever. He told Guankou's wife to call him if she had anything, and then left.

Han Hui crouched on the rooftop across from the hospital, staring intently at the entrance. Shanye had just arrived at the hospital, gotten out of the car, and rushed inside. He couldn't control his speed, so he gave up. But he would come out again, and this was her chance.

There was only one chance. If it failed, I would have to find another way, which might alert Han Mengyang. This brother was too smart, and his identity would be exposed if he was not careful.

Shanye appeared at the door. Han Hui held her breath and pulled the trigger while Shanye was standing waiting for the bus.

Han Hui saw Shanye fall to the ground, a smile on her face. This was her first time performing long-range sniping in real life, but she'd done it countless times in the simulator, at least several thousand times, if not ten thousand.

Shanye was suddenly shot and fell to the ground, and there was chaos in front of the hospital.

When Han Hui stood up, she was seen by people across the street from the hospital. However, they could only see her back from a distance, and she quickly disappeared from their sight.

Yumiko Fukada couldn't believe the news. The teacher was in a meeting for more than an hour, so how could he just disappear?

When she confirmed the news, she felt heartbroken. She dropped the phone and rushed to the hospital immediately. By the time she arrived, Shan Ye was already dead.

Shanye was shot in the head and died on the spot. When he was sent to the emergency room, the doctor said that he was already dead and there was no need to save him.

Fukada Yumiko's eyes were red as she entered the emergency room and looked at Yamano's body. She gritted her teeth and said, "Teacher, I will definitely catch the murderer and avenge you."

Even if I have to dig three feet deep into the ground, I will dig out this murderer and make her suffer all kinds of torture to vent my hatred.

Yumiko Fukada arranged for someone to collect Yamano's body and went to the crime scene.

Standing at the hospital entrance, Fukada Yumiko stared at the rooftops across from her with a growing scowl. After a while, she asked her subordinates to find someone to measure the distance.