"Rao Sheng, I'm sorry, I was thinking about this case just now." After gathering his emotions, Du Housheng continued the topic with a smile on his face.
"Since we don't know whether Hong Zhiwen holds some key documents, I want to maintain the original idea and focus on attacking the feasibility of Hong Zhiwen as a tainted witness. He worked at the US Federal Trade Commission five years ago, when the Securities and Exchange Commission He will be strongly accused of colluding with clients to exaggerate their performance and falsifying accounts."
After hearing this, Rao Tiansong didn't care what would happen to this case at all. He sat up from the recliner and sighed and asked irritably: "I just want to know, if my accountant testifies against me, can I not go to court? Even if nothing happens, will it take a year and a half? When will my assets be unfrozen? "
After hearing this, Du Housheng continued to show a professional smile: "Rao Sheng, it depends on the progress of this case. It will take more than a month at the earliest."
Rao Tiansong became even more irritable after hearing this. At this time, a bodyguard moved a box into his office: "Mr. Rao, an urgent message has been delivered."
"Tear it apart."
Taking out a pillow from the box, Rao Tiansong turned it over and patted it a few times. He frowned and wondered: He didn't ask Sister He Ding to hire a killer. Why was the pillow sent to him anyway?
"This pillow was specially ordered by my chiropractor. The most important thing in life is to have a good sleep." After a while, Rao Tiansong said something to Du Housheng and then turned to the bodyguard aside, "Ask Ah Quan to be upstairs in fifteen minutes." Wait for me." After explaining the matter, he made a phone call.
"Zhan Sheng, thank you?"
"Thank me for doing something?"
"Isn't it you last night?"
"What did you say? I thought it was you?"
Rao Tiansong hung up the phone in confusion, but still couldn't figure out what was going on. He and Zhan Boda didn't hire someone to kill Hong Zhiwen, so who did it?
But when he thought about Hong Zhiwen's death, the clues were cut off. This was the first good news he had heard in the past few days.
So Rao Tiansong's mood improved again, and he was still able to chat with Du Housheng about his daily life.
"Du Sheng, sit down."
"Thanks."
"Are you afraid that you won't sleep well?"
When Du Housheng heard this question, he thought of the victims he often dreamed about at night who had lost lawsuits because of him. He had to take sleeping pills to sleep these days. He felt depressed in his heart but dealt with Rao Tiansong with ease.
"I'm not afraid. I've slept very little since I was a child."
"Really? Smart people sleep very little. I heard that Einstein only slept for two hours a night. My son did the same. He played until dawn every day before coming back to sleep. After a short sleep, he would practice singing, dancing, Meet with reporters."
When Rao Tiansong mentioned his son, he smiled and pointed to the poster on the wall "Creating Asia's Newcomer King - Rao Xia".
"This photo originally had big dark circles, but it was processed by the computer. His new album will be released next week. I'll ask Judy to send one to you."
"Thanks."
After Du Housheng thanked him, he turned around and looked at Rao Xia on the poster, remembering that young face deeply in his heart.
. . .
"Yizai, is it really not you who did this?"
Chen Yi and Thirteenth Sister had just finished their meal when they met Song Zijie who came to the door with a suspicious expression on his face and asked them about the murder of Hong Zhiwen last night.
"I said, Brother Jie, this is a case from the Commercial Crime Investigation Bureau in Central. Why are you so concerned? But this time it really wasn't us who did it! You know, I never do anything to the police unless they It's a gangster police officer, but he will greet you in advance. I don't know which Yan family is so crazy and so arrogant."
After listening to Chen Yi's repeated assurances, Song Zijie gradually let go of his doubts and said with an embarrassed look: "Aren't I afraid that you guys are really here to remind me? Everyone at the headquarters is going crazy. This matter is probably not that simple. It’s over.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Ziwei also walked into Chen Yi's room.
"Yizai, yesterday Hong Zhiwen was..."
"It's not me, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
Zhuang Ziwei was interrupted by Chen Yi's three consecutive moves just as he started.
Zhuang Ziwei looked at the furious Chen Yi dumbfounded: "Why are you so excited? I know it's not you. Now I'm in charge of Hong Zhiwen's case and I'm just here to calm you down."
"Brother Jie asked if we were the ones who did it when he came here. Why do you think something big happened in Hong Kong Island and you all came to me? I don't know anything either." Chen Yi still looked unhappy.
"Okay, okay, there aren't many people in Hong Kong with this level of skills. Fortunately, your relevant information has not been recorded, otherwise we wouldn't be the ones who came to visit you."
Song Zijie also looked confused: "I only know that Hong Zhiwen was killed by a sniper rifle. I don't know the specific circumstances. What? Is that killer very powerful?"
Zhuang Ziwei's expression immediately became solemn: "To be honest, if I didn't know your working habits, I would doubt you. The killer only fired three shots in total, two shots to kill Hong Zhiwen from the rear window, and one shot to kill Hong Zhiwen. A punctured tire is not something that many people can achieve if it is a stationary goal. The key point is that the car was traveling at a speed of over 90 mph and was still accelerating!"
Song Zijie's expression became serious after hearing this, "Only Hong Zhiwen was shot?"
A target moving at such a high speed of 90 miles can guarantee that only one person will be shot, master!
"Brother Jie asked a good question, that is, only Hong Zhiwen was shot. I said there are not many people in Hong Kong with this level. And the third shot punctured the tire. If only one shot was shot, it can be said to be luck, but All three shots were hit. If it hadn't been for the third shot, I might have suspected that it was Yizi and you guys who did it, because I know you guys wouldn't be so fussy when doing things."
Chen Yi thought for a while and then said: "Apart from us, the only people in Hong Kong who have this level of skill in playing sniper rifles are Fang Keming from the Flying Tigers and Ling Jing who beat him four years ago. In Southeast Asia, the two professional killers O and Thor are also at this level."
Thirteenth sister looked confused: "I have heard of O's name, who is Thor?"
"Thor, whose real name is Luo Dahua, is a former Chinese shooting national team player. His brother Luo Jinghua is also a national team player. Both of them suffer from epilepsy. In the 1984 Olympic shooting finals, his brother suffered an epileptic seizure and withdrew from the competition. In the 1988 Olympic shooting finals, He also suffered a seizure and withdrew from the competition, otherwise the two gold medals would have been in the hands of the two brothers. Now Thor is working as a professional killer and his brother is O's agent."
After hearing this, the other three people sighed that these are two big fish!
Song Zijie remembered something again: "Didn't Ling Jing go to jail four years ago for killing a hostage? No! Calculating the time, he should have been out for half a month! He is highly suspected."
Chen Yi added at this time: "Yes, it's impossible for Fang Keming. Someone in his family is in a high position in the police force. Although he has some character flaws, he is still very capable. It can be said that he has a bright future, and his He has a normal mind and would not do this kind of thing just for fun, and according to O's style, he would not fire the extra third shot. Thor would not only fire three shots, but maybe he would not use sniping. gun."
After Chen Yi's explanation, everyone put their suspicion on Ling Jing, but Chen Yi added: "This is just what I know! Maybe there are other hidden fierce people who can do it. "
