Chapter 1775: Fallen Into a Trap (Fourth Update)

As dusk approached, a motorcade drove towards the Dongfeng Scrap Factory. Zhao Siwen was sitting in the Lincoln car in the middle, looking very high-spirited.

Half an hour ago, he received news from Zhao Jinzhong and Mu Xiu that after sacrificing forty-five brothers, Ye Tianlong was finally killed by them.

Zhao Jinzhong also sent a photo of Ye Tianlong with his eyes open to death.

Mu Xiu asked Zhao Siwen to go deal with the scene, because he and Zhao Jinzhong were also seriously injured and unable to move, and at the same time they discussed how to deal with Di Tianju.

Zhao Siwen was very happy. After Ye Tianlong died, and after killing Feng Jiutian and Ling Xiao, he would not only be the leader of the capital hall, but also a great hero of the Thirteen Leagues.

So he went to the scrap factory to dispose of the scraps, but for safety reasons, Zhao Siwen still brought fifty guards, ten of whom carried guns.

"Ye Tianlong is dead, and Feng Jiutian is next."

While the car was on the way, Zhao Siwen tied up his long hair, and then pinched out a Hibiscus King: "Is there any news about Feng Jiutian?"

The cronies on the other side responded hurriedly: "Not yet. Her cronies don't know her whereabouts. I guess she is hiding to recuperate."

"But I have sent out nearly a hundred brothers to find out Feng Jiutian's whereabouts at all costs."

The confidant gave a deadline: "There will probably be news tomorrow."

"be quick!"

Zhao Siwen lit up the Furong King with a bang: "Otherwise, if Feng Jiutian catches his breath and contacts his subordinates to fight with us, things will be in trouble."

Although he has the advantage now, Feng Jiutian has been running the capital hall for too many years. She really doesn't care about fighting to the death. It's hard to say who will win and who will lose.

Therefore, Feng Jiutian must be killed before the plum blossom virus is resolved.

The confidant replied respectfully: "Don't worry, Hall Master, I will definitely kill Feng Jiutian."

Hearing that his subordinates were so confident, Zhao Siwen nodded happily, and then exhaled a puff of smoke, feeling that his life was really pleasant...

After driving for thirty minutes, the motorcade finally stopped at the entrance of the Chunfeng Scrap Factory. Looking at the quiet factory building, Zhao Siwen was not surprised at all.

This place is rotten, remote, and a highly polluted scrap factory. Except for the people who work in the factory, few normal people will come here.

And the staff all went home.

"Ye Tianlong's car?"

When Zhao Siwen asked someone to open the rusty iron door, he also saw Ye Tianlong's car parked at the door, and a hint of joking appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Things are different and people are different, it's really interesting."

He flicked the cigarette butt out: "Ye Tianlong, you can't blame me. You offended someone you shouldn't have offended..."

After saying that, he waved to go in, and the convoy quickly drove in. After bypassing several warehouses and low-rise buildings, it approached the scene of the incident.

"parking!"

When approaching the scrap dump area, Zhao Siwen's expression changed slightly and he signaled the entire convoy to stop.

His nose not only smelled the smell of leather and blood from the scrap factory, but also smelled a deathly silence that made him inexplicably uneasy.

Logically speaking, Zhao Jinzhong and Mu Xiu are still alive, and the factory should not be so dead.

Zhao Siwen got out of the car door, took out his phone and called Zhao Jinzhong, while waving his hands to put his men on high alert.

He was originally cheerful, but now he felt wary and solemn because of the blood and silence surging in the air.

Especially when the phone couldn't be connected, Zhao Siwen's face suddenly became solemn: "There is a problem, everyone, be careful!"

More than fifty people all drew their weapons, dispersed in a well-trained manner, and then slowly pressed forward.

Zhao Siwen dialed Mu Xiu's cell phone again, and a ringtone rang in front of him. It seemed to be Mu Xiu's call, but no one answered after six rings.

Zhao Siwen's heart sank.

Five minutes later, more than fifty people protected Zhao Siwen and poured into the storage area. They saw no body, only four or five holes covered by paper.

"Ding--"

And Mu Xiu's cell phone buzzed crazily on a piece of paper.

Zhao Siwen hung up the phone and shouted: "One group goes up to dig a hole, the second and third groups are on guard, and the fourth group searches the surrounding area."

As this order was issued, more than fifty elite members of the Thirteen Alliance quickly dispersed, each carrying out their duties with murderous intent.

"Bang bang bang!"

Under the guard of eight short guns, nine men in gray clothes stepped forward with desolate expressions, and quickly pulled open the paper covering the hole.

There was nothing unusual about the paper at first, but after opening more than twenty sheets, a lot of blood and dirt began to appear on the paper.

Zhao Siwen's eyelids twitched and he shouted: "Tear them all apart."

It was a little difficult for him to breathe. He came to the scrapyard to welcome victory, but the result was such a change.

The nine men in gray clothes, regardless of the blood on their hands, speeded up and tore open the paper. Several of Zhao Siwen's cronies also joined in, using their hands and feet to clean it.

Zhao Siwen didn't move. Who knew if there was a trap in the cave? He even took two steps back and hid behind several gun-wielding bodyguards.

The paper sheets were thrown away one by one, and there were more and more blood stains, making Zhao Siwen and the others more and more solemn.

But no one noticed that their fingerprints were left on the paper.

"Plop! Plop!"

Five minutes later, three deep pits suddenly appeared in front of everyone, with more than forty corpses lying across the three pits.

Because it had only been three or four hours, the corpses and blood and water still presented the most vivid picture.

Mu Xiu's head was at the forefront of the pit, but his sharp eyes had lost their light.

Only his expression showed accusation, unwillingness, and anger!

Behind him was Zhao Jinzhong, whose head was also chopped off and sadly placed on top of the corpse.

The stomachs of the Thirteen Alliance disciples were twitching, and they had a strong desire to vomit. They never thought that they would see such a scene.

Zhao Siwen never thought that Mu Xiu was dead, and the powerful Mu Xiu died just like that, and his head was ruthlessly chopped off.

The sadness and anger made him ignore that he had received text messages from Mu Xiu and Zhao Jinzhong.

How could this happen? How could this happen?

Zhao Siwen couldn't believe it, but the bloody facts made him feel heartbroken. He wanted to rush over to take a look, but stopped.

Although his mind was a little confused, he knew that it was easy to die if he rushed forward rashly. God knew whether there was explosives in the body.

The scene was dead silent!

Half a minute later, Zhao Siwen knelt down with a "thump" and roared: "Ye Tianlong, I will not let you go!"

More than 50 people knelt on one knee and roared to the sky: "Kill Ye Tianlong, kill Ye Tianlong!"

They swore that they must find Ye Tianlong to pay blood debt with blood.

"Woo--"

Just then, a shrill siren suddenly sounded outside, accompanied by a burst of high beams, and then a clear voice came:

"Listen, people inside, we are the Beijing police, you have been surrounded."

Wu Ningbing's voice was heard throughout the audience: "Put down your weapons, stop resisting, surrender, don't resist fearlessly..."

Zhao Siwen looked at the bloody hand on the cardboard, and his heart sank:

I fell into a trap.