Detective: I, Cao Jianjun, started by arresting my brother-in-law.

however.

The doorbell rang again, and Zhou Hui instinctively froze, her foot already raised.

The repeated ringing of the doorbell without a word immediately alerted her, as a police officer's family member, that something was wrong.

Just as I was about to turn around and look through the peephole again, I suddenly heard the sound of a card being swiped outside the door.

"Cao Jianjun..."

Almost instinctively, Zhou Hui shouted.

It's too late, but it's soon.

The door was pushed open with a click, and a gleaming dagger was thrust in first, followed by a man in a cleaning uniform.

This person.

It was none other than Lao Ning, the assassin whom Gao Mingyuan had kept for many years.

His hands were stained with the blood of countless people; his eyes were gloomy, and his face was expressionless.

Upon entering the room, the first thing he did was to stab Zhou Hui with a sharp dagger and then lock the door behind him with a click.

"you you……"

Zhou Hui's heart skipped a beat, just as Lao Ning was about to grab her.

Suddenly, a huge hand slapped down on Old Ning's arm holding the knife, immediately knocking him away.

next second.

Cao Jianjun appeared suddenly from behind like a ghost, wrapped one arm around Zhou Hui's waist, and quickly moved behind her.

"Zhou Cong, take Huihui back to her room, quick..."

Everything happened too fast.

From the moment Lao Ning swiped his card to enter the room, to Zhou Hui's scream, and then to Cao Jianjun suddenly jumping up from his sleep.

All of this happened almost simultaneously.

Just as Cao Jianjun narrowly slapped Lao Ning's hand away and pulled Zhou Hui over, his sister-in-law, who was standing at the bathroom door, witnessed the whole thing.

"Huihui, hurry..."

There was no time to ask what had happened; the instinctive reaction was to run for one's life.

Without saying a word, Zhou Hui turned around, grabbed her sister Zhou Cong, rushed into the bedroom, and locked the door from the inside.

Then, Zhou Hui took out her phone and quickly swiped the screen.

She searched and searched, but couldn't find a single phone number for the Green Vine Police.

In the end, Zhou Hui had no choice but to call the director of the Balihe Police Station first.

…………

at the same time.

Outside the bedroom door, inside the living room.

Old Ning, still with his wooden face, held the knife in one hand, striking a fighting stance with practiced movements.

"Old Ning?"

Upon seeing the man's appearance, Cao Jianjun smiled.

He shook his neck, flexed his wrists, and rubbed the corner of his mouth with one hand, a playful expression on his face.

"Now I finally understand why Gao Mingyuan was silent. Before, I thought he was waiting for his lawyer."

Cao Jianjun recalled what Li Dawei had told him and snorted coldly, "So Gao Mingyuan was waiting for you..."

"What? You think Gao Mingyuan can still turn things around after killing me?"

Old Ning leaned forward, holding the dagger in reverse, and slightly stretched his neck forward, displaying a professional posture.

He stared intently at Cao Jianjun, and in the end, he could only twitch the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile.

next second.

Old Ning made a move.

First, he threw a punch, then with his other hand, he gripped a dagger and stabbed at Cao Jianjun, his movements incredibly fast.

Cao Jianjun also instantly stopped smiling, dodged Lao Ning's empty punch, and clenched his other hand into a fist, smashing it towards the back of Lao Ning's hand.

With a bang, Lao Ning only shook his arm, but the dagger did not slip from his hand.

Both men dodged almost simultaneously after their initial attack missed.

To be honest, Cao Jianjun felt he had underestimated this old guy. Not only was he quick-witted and ruthless, but his skills were also quite formidable.

"It's interesting."

Cao Jianjun pursed his lips: "You didn't kill so many people for nothing, you've learned a lot."

Old Ning launched another attack. This time, he used all his skills on his dagger and no longer used any feints.

He gripped the knife in his right hand and thrust the tip of the blade fiercely at Cao Jianjun.

They attacked from all sides, one after another, at lightning speed, giving Cao Jianjun almost no time to retaliate.

Under such pressure, Cao Jianjun could only retreat repeatedly.

Just as he was about to reach the wall, Cao Jianjun dodged the next attack and then slammed a backhand punch into Lao Ning's abdomen.

With a muffled thud, Old Ning winced in pain, instinctively bending over, his movements slowing for a moment.

Cao Jianjun seemed to have been waiting for this moment of slowing down. He suddenly grabbed Lao Ning's wrist, which was holding the knife, and yanked it back forcefully.

The dagger in his hand loosened slightly, but still didn't fall.

But Cao Jianjun vaguely noticed that the dagger was glued to his palm.

Made.

No wonder it didn't get rid of it twice.

At this moment, Lao Ning, who had already reacted, sneered, straightened up again, and made a move to counterattack.

But Cao Jianjun was sure he wouldn't give him another chance. He didn't let go of Lao Ning's wrist holding the knife, and quickly swung his other hand back, delivering a bang elbow strike to Lao Ning's jaw.

With a grunt, Old Ning felt dizzy and staggered backward.

boom--

Another elbow strike.

bang bang-

After two or three consecutive elbow strikes, Lao Ning's intracranial blood pressure rose sharply, and his consciousness became somewhat blurred.

then.

Cao Jianjun grabbed Lao Ning's wrists, which were holding the knife, and swung them over, pointing the sharp blade of the dagger at Lao Ning's neck.

Stick close, then give it your all and swing it around.

puff-

The moment the dagger sliced ​​through his skin, Lao Ning's trachea was ripped open, and blood gushed out like a red thread.

Cao Jianjun released his hands and quickly retreated, creating distance immediately.

“~ Hmm… Ugh…”

The moment Lao Ning regained consciousness, the chill on his neck made him reflexively cover his hands with his hands, and he stared wide-eyed at Cao Jianjun.

He seemed to have absolutely no idea how he got to this point.

My legs started to give way, and with a thud, my knees buckled to the ground, my upper body stiffening.

The instinct for survival made Lao Ning keep trying to block the blood vessels with his hands.

Its mouth was wide open, and it was breathing heavily, like a dehydrated fish.

gradually.

Old Ning exhausted his last bit of strength and collapsed heavily to the ground.

Even in death, the dagger stuck to his palm never fell.

Cao Jianjun stepped forward, kicked Lao Ning to confirm that he was dead, and then moved away.

　As a police officer, he knew he couldn't disturb the scene.

Looking down at himself, he thought he wasn't stained with blood, but some blood still splashed on him when he vomited.

He first walked to the sofa, took out his phone, and dialed He Yong's number from the special task force.

To his surprise, He Yong was already on his way with his men.

I put down my phone, walked to the bedroom door, and knocked twice.

"daughter in law……"

Click!