Yang Lin returned to the city and went straight to the patrol room.
His goals were clear and he was in a hurry.
Previously, Zhang He ran away after being defeated.
Although he didn't know which way he took, he didn't catch up.
However, based on the position, he could probably guess the other party's whereabouts.
The Yegouling Yuewang Temple is actually not far from the suburbs of Hangzhou. Apart from this big city, there are no other larger towns around...
Zhang He suffered a broken arm and was injured. The most important thing to do was to treat the injury.
In addition, he committed many crimes in Hangzhou over a period of three or four years.
It is certainly impossible to say that he has no place to live in Hangzhou.
Therefore, according to common sense, Zhang He should have returned to the city by now and arrived at his hometown.
As a martial arts practitioner, you will often get injured, so you will always have some first-aid medicine at your residence.
There is no doubt about this.
Although Yang Lin couldn't find where he lived, someone would know.
When he invited patrolman Tan Shan to drink that day, Yang Lin came up with a lot of words.
He knew that although Yang Ying was a close friend and eager for revenge, she could not find her target.
The reason why I went to the Wild Dog Ridge Yuewang Temple was because someone guided me.
In other words, someone deliberately used wrong information to lure her there.
The purpose is naturally not so innocent.
The person who revealed the news was Qian Xingfa, the confidant of the detective from the patrol room.
This matter was originally done covertly.
If Yang Lin hadn't rescued his fourth sister, or if Tan Shan hadn't overheard their conversation, the origin of this matter would probably never be known.
So, here comes the problem.
Since Qian Xingfa could lure Yang Ying to Hungry Gouling and knew that it was the residence of Zhang He, the plum blossom thief, what else did he know?
It would be unjustifiable to say that there was no secret communication or communication between them.
In view of this.
Yang Lin knew what he should do.
Seeing that he had arrived at the patrol room, he tied his horse to a pillar on the side and went straight in without hesitation.
I don't know if it was because it was just past meal time, but all the patrol officers went to the cafeteria, and no one was guarding the door.
Yang Lin looked at the distribution of buildings and soon found the office of the inspector of the patrol room.
The two red doors were open, and voices could be heard coming from inside.
Yang Lin crossed the threshold and met two patrol policemen. Seeing that they wanted to come forward for questioning, he waved his hand and said with a smile, "Inspector Wang asked me to come for questioning."
As a result, the two patrol policemen no longer had any doubts. One of them, a middle-aged man with an old look, replied enthusiastically, "Master Wang just had dinner and wine and was drinking tea inside. This gentleman came by chance. He will be a little later." , just in time for Mr. Wang to take a nap, I’m afraid I don’t have time..."
"Thank you."
Yang Lin raised his hand, flicked his fingers, and a silver dollar fell into the middle-aged man's hand.
He waved his hand with a smile, followed the instructions, and opened the door to enter a large room.
The room is extremely elegantly decorated, with mahogany furniture shining softly under the sunlight outside the window.
Wang Zhenwei held a Hardman in one hand and rested his other hand lightly on the armrest of the chair, lazily and somewhat sleepily.
Steam was rising from the tea on the table.
Qian Xingfa lowered his head and was talking.
The two patrolmen stood up straight, lowered their eyebrows and said nothing.
Yang Lin pushed the door open and entered, and the first thing he saw was this scene.
Hearing the sound, several people turned around and looked, and were a little surprised when they saw it was him.
Qian Xingfa's eyes were a little flustered, and he shouted angrily: "Who let you in? This is the patrol room..."
"I know."
Yang Lin had a smile on his face, but there was no smile at all in his eyes.
His hands spread out like phoenix wings, and then they retracted. His palms broke through the wind and chopped into the necks of the two patrolmen at the door.
The two men's fingers had just reached the holsters on their waists.
He had already received a heavy blow on his neck, his eyes turned white, and he fainted to the ground.
At this time, Qian Xingfa had already reacted and immediately drew his gun.
Before he could raise his arm, a figure flashed before his eyes, a strong wind hit his face, and there was severe pain in his chest.
His body stiffened and he flew back involuntarily, hitting Wang Zhenwei behind the desk hard.
Bah...
There was a gunshot.
Wang Zhenwei's gun, which was originally aimed at Yang Lin, had no time to change its direction. The bullet hit Qian Xingfa flying in the air, spattering a flower of blood.
Before he could fire again, he had just left the recliner, and when his neck tightened, Yang Lin grabbed his throat with one hand and lifted him up.
At the same time, he felt severe pain in his wrist, and with a clang, the pistol fell to the ground.
"Within seven steps, you are playing with a gun with me? Detective Wang, you lack common sense... The reputation of the Four Heroes of Hangzhou is somewhat untrue."
In fact, Wang Zhenwei's marksmanship is not that bad.
As soon as he saw Yang Lin entering the house, he drew his gun and shot.
In less than a second, he judged that Yang Lin had bad intentions, then pulled out the short gun under the table, raised the gun, aimed and fired, all in one go...
It was a pity that he was facing a Ming Jin master who was very familiar with modern firearms and was wary and went all out. He had no chance at all.
In Yang Lin's understanding, whether it is a knife, a sword, or a modern firearm, they are actually a type of weapon.
And weapons, after all, have to be used by people.
In the hands of different people, they have different powers.
Some people can become super powerful with just a gun in hand, killing everyone.
Some people hold a gun in their hand, like a fire stick.
There are various influencing factors here, such as whether the environment is suitable and how strong the opponent is?
In addition, the agility of the body, the reaction speed of the nerves, and the dynamic vision of the eyes are all closely related.
Judging from Wang Zhenwei's actions just now, Yang Lin had to admit that if he was distanced by the opponent and had a suitable environment, he would indeed pose a great threat to himself.
Not even necessarily close to him.
But if, just if.
The environment in front of him was obviously not suitable for a gunman to attack.
Now that Yang Lin had broken into the other party's office, he stepped in front of Wang Zhenwei in less than 0.3 seconds in an environment that was not too spacious and didn't have much shelter.
Moreover, for insurance, they collided with each other, causing Qian Xingfa to block the shooting angle.
Therefore, Wang Zhenwei was not wronged.
"Young Master Yang San, it seems that I, Mr. Wang, have not offended you, right?"
Wang Zhenwei raised his hands slightly in front of him, indicating that there was no threat.
His neck was strangled, but he still managed to speak: "Think about it, the crime of storming the police station is very serious. Even if your Yang family has some respect with the governor, it is still difficult to talk."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Yang Lin sneered and his eyes turned cold: "I'm here to ask just one thing, where does the Plum Blossom Thief live?
Since you dare to join forces to plot against my fourth sister, don’t you have the guts to admit it? "
"Plum Blossom Thief, you mean that scumbag, Flower Picker, how could I possibly know?"
Wang Zhenwei looked innocent, and felt Yang Lin's grip on his throat loosen slightly, and said quickly: "I can swear, if I know where that guy is, I will definitely capture him and make him an upright example in front of the people, and shoot him on the spot."
"Play, keep playing."
Yang Lin sneered.
Wang Zhenwei felt the chill in his heart getting heavier and heavier. He looked up and saw the cold light like knives in Yang Lin's eyes. His heart moved. He suddenly turned his head, pointed at Qian Xingfa who was lying on the ground and groaned, and shouted sternly: "It's you, it's you." If it wasn't you, what did you do behind my back? Be honest, do you want to kill me? You want to kill your sister, and your nephew who is under one year old..."
"I……"
Qian Xingfa was shot in the abdomen and struggled to get up. Although the gun was still in his hand, he did not dare to lift it.
Listening to Wang Zhenwei's scolding, he looked stunned and cried: "That Meihua thief lives at No. 17 Wuliu Lane. He gave me a lot of money. I was obsessed with him for a while, so I cooperated with him. Brother-in-law, please spare me this time." Bar."
