Zhang Xiaoqiang had just returned to the camp. He didn't care to have a rest. He took hundreds of people out of the camp and rushed into the camp. Before that, all the forces received Zhang Huai'an's notice and knew what was going on. They also sent people to help search, including Qian Kaixi's police and sun Kefu's men.
The whole gathering place was like a frying pan. Nearly 2000 armed men with guns and sticks began a big search that had never been done before. They dug three feet like middle-aged Xiaojing who was killed by Wanqiang. This time, no matter they went to the slums of the poor or the residential areas of the civilians, they were all severely searched.
This time, Zhang Huai'an paid a lot of money. Whoever found the body by other forces, no matter who found it, would be rewarded with 30000 7.62mm rifle bullets on the spot. If the militia found it, each person would be rewarded with 10 high-end cigarettes.
For a moment, everyone was looking for clues on the ground with their eyes wide open. In several places where bodies were thrown, some people were fishing with long bamboo poles. Even in the garbage mountain where no one usually went, some people were searching inside.
Zhang Xiaoqiang patrols among various areas and monitors the search of the militia. He has not suffered such a big loss in the gathering place, and he is really annoyed. He vowed in his heart that once the murderer is found, he will peel off his scalp and light him up.
Innumerable poor people were driven out of their homes and honestly occupied the open space for inspection and identification. Armed men rushed into their homes with small hammers and knocked on each other, looking for secret doors and tunnels.
No one dares to resist, and no one dares to show a trace of dissatisfaction. The camp is too big in the gathering place, and the head cut off from the central open space is still waiting for decay in the soil. They are afraid to have something to do with the camp, and try to show their docility, hoping not to be suspected by the camp.
With the passage of time, Zhang Xiaoqiang became more and more anxious. He didn't find any clues. The people below were so tired that they were in a panic in the gathering place that he didn't start.
Walking to one corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang was smoking a cigarette with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked around with bored eyes. His eyes were filled with hasty looking men and women, as well as the hoarse shouts of militia and other armed personnel.
All of a sudden, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly spits out his cigarette holder and rushes in the same direction. He sees a man, bald and burly, with scars on half his face and only one eye left. He is the bear who ambushed him.
Xiong Ye stood in the distance and looked at him as if he was observing something. His eyes wandered around. Suddenly, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang coming. His face changed greatly and he turned around and ran back. For a time, he was running in front, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was chasing after him. One by one, they left the busy central zone.
Xiong Ye's speed is not slow, his big body is very flexible, and his running is extremely light, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's speed is faster, and their speed is infinitely closer.
As soon as he is about to catch up with xiong Ye, Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't need a pistol. He wants to catch him intact and ask about the whole process of ambushing him. Xiong Ye doesn't hear Zhang Xiaoqiang's steps. First, he sees Zhang Xiaoqiang's reflection in front of him from the reflection of the sun. In silence, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not far behind him.
Xiong suddenly stopped and lay down with his head on his back. Zhang Xiaoqiang was still wondering. Xiong's eyes were staring at him. The two guns were shooting fire, Zhang Xiaoqiang was flashing, a lot of avoiding bullets, and he stamped down in front of Xiong's head.
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