Led by a bald middle-aged man, Zhang Jiayong and his team came to a used parking lot, which is indeed suitable for hiding, and various construction waste is piled up in the parking lot.

"Is that just here?" Zhang Jiayong asked.

"Yes, right inside, I've secretly observed that he lives in the southernmost corner of the abandoned parking lot, which is a temporary garbage dump." said the bald middle-aged man.

Zhang Jiayong didn't say anything, but he was already a little suspicious. The whistleblower seemed to know too much, especially why did he secretly observe it? Also, he actually saw the real murderer shooting with his own eyes?

I saw the shooting again and knew where to hide. Is this a coincidence?

"Can you give me the money now?" the bald middle-aged man urged.

"What's the hurry? I'll give it to you after I've really caught someone." Tao Xiaobo scolded.

The bald middle-aged man suddenly shrank his neck and did not dare to speak any more.

"Xiaobo, you bring a few brothers to block all the exits around you. Come with me and we will catch the real murderer." Yang Qinghua arranged it.

"Wait, Brother Yang, I'll go with you! Send someone to watch this guy." Zhang Jiayong felt that things were a bit strange. He was afraid that Yang Qinghua would be in danger when he went in, so Zhang Jiayong decided to follow in and encircle him together, but the whistleblower had to control it.

Yang Qinghua nodded without objection. Then the two of them walked carefully into the abandoned parking lot.

In the corner to the south, it was indeed a temporary garbage dump, emitting a burst of stench. Zhang Jiayong was a little suspicious. Although this place was a good place to hide, if you hide here for a long time, you would not be stinked to death?

Moreover, just by being able to kill a foreign big man with Hu Jin on his back, he must be a master of some methods. Will he really hide in such a place?

"Look, there is a small house there! There are people in the house!" Yang Qinghua pointed ahead and said.

"You are waiting for me here, I'll go over and see the situation!" Through the window of the house, Zhang Jiayong indeed saw someone.

Zhang Jiayong slowly touched him. He was a thin young man with a hint of pathology on his face. Could such a person be the real murderer? It feels a bit unreasonable!

The man looked like he had no combat power. Zhang Jiayong broke into the door with one shot. When the real murderer saw Zhang Jiayong breaking in, he was suddenly panicked. He was at a loss and picked up a kitchen knife and threatened Zhang Jiayong not to come over.

Zhang Jiayong was speechless. His hands holding the knife were shaking. A person like this might not even pull the trigger of the gun?

Zhang Jiayong kicked the knife in the real murderer with one kick, and then kicked him in the stomach, causing the real murderer to kneel down on the ground and scream.

"Unitled?" Yang Qinghua ran over at this time and said to the real murderer who fell to the ground.

"This person doesn't seem to be the real murderer, he is too weak to resist the wind." Zhang Jiayong said.

"That seems to be fake news again, and this time it was quite realistic. Did you find an actor?" Yang Qinghua said with a smile.

"No, maybe, we have found the clues to the real murderer. As long as we keep an eye on the reporter, we should be able to reveal the real whereabouts of the real murderer!" Zhang Jiayong said with narrowed eyes.

Zhang Jiayong believes that no ordinary person is willing to act for money and live a life. Those who play the real murderer will definitely end up miserable. Who would be willing to pretend to be the real murderer?

Unless it is under huge interests and coercion, a desperate person can choose to compromise. A person with such great skills must be the real murderer behind the scenes!

"Take him back first, and then hand over the bounty to the whistleblower." Zhang Jiayong said.

"Ah? The news is fake, why do you have to pay?" Yang Qinghua looked at Zhang Jiayong in surprise.

"I plan to follow the clues and make the whistleblower mistakenly think that we believed him, and then I want to see who he will associate with. He must be just an errand runner who uses money to do business!" Zhang Jiayong said.

"Awesome, why didn't I expect this trick?" Yang Qinghua felt that Zhang Jiayong's thinking was so quick, and he didn't seem to be something that a junior high school student could have.

Zhang Jiayong and Yang Qinghua were betting on the so-called truth, and a hint of joy appeared on their faces, mainly to show the story to the reporter.

"Let's go back with us now to receive the bounty. Thank you this time." Zhang Jiayong said with a little excitement.

Seeing this, the reporter was so happy that he couldn't stop talking about his ears and rubbed his hands hard, as if he was already thinking about how to spend that big sum of money.

After returning to the club, Zhang Jiayong gave a check to the reporter. After the reporter took the check, he left happily without any doubt.

Zhang Jiayong and Yang Qinghua explained it, then followed quietly, intending to start his plan to follow the clues.

The whistleblower passed by several alleys in a circle, then came to the gate of a mahjong hall, opened the door and walked in.

Through the translucent frosted glass, Zhang Jiayong vaguely saw the whistleblower handing the check to a woman at the front desk, and then took a large black bag from the woman. The whistleblower opened the black bag and saw it, nodded with satisfaction, pulled the zipper, and left the mahjong hall with the big bag.

Zhang Jiayong continued to follow the reporter, in a remote place. While he was not paying attention, he went forward and knocked him out with a knife. Then he unzipped the zipper and found that the big black bag contained stacks of banknotes!

It seems that Zhang Jiayong’s speculation is correct. This bald middle-aged man is just a person who collects money and does things!

Zhang Jiayong immediately returned to the mahjong hall and found that the woman at the front desk was still there, so Zhang Jiayong stayed outside to see what would happen next.

About an hour later, a car stopped at the entrance of the mahjong hall. A foreign man wearing a floral shirt walked out of the car and entered the mahjong hall. Then, Zhang Jiayong saw the woman at the front desk giving the check to the foreign man, and the foreign man threw a string of gold bracelets to the woman.

Things became more and more complicated, and it actually involved foreigners. When Zhang Jiayong saw the foreign man's car start and left, he immediately ran and followed. With his current strength, there was no pressure to keep up with a car that was slow in the city.

The car gradually drove away from Wuzhen. Zhang Jiayong stopped a taxi in time and followed the foreign man's car carefully.

"Driver, you must be careful to follow the car in front. I just saw that the foreigner in the car snatched an aunt's bag! I have called the police. Now we just need to follow the car quietly!" Zhang Jiayong lied.

"What! You actually snatch things! Then you can sit down, I will definitely not lose it! No matter how far you go, I won't charge you money! There are not many young men as good as you are now!"

The driver was full of justice. He almost moved Zhang Jiayong after saying such words.

The car finally stopped outside a forest in the remote suburbs of Lianyang City. The foreign man in the car got out of the car and got into the woods.

Zhang Jiayong quickly got out of the car and followed in. During the process, the driver called Zhang Jiayong and asked him not to take risks alone. Zhang Jiayong said it was okay. He was going to get in touch with the police now. The driver was relieved to let him leave and said he was watching the foreigner's car here.

A foreign man stopped in the center of the woods. Seeing this, Zhang Jiayong climbed onto a big tree, which made it easier to observe.

Soon, another foreign man walked up to the other end of the woods, but the foreign man was wearing a black tights, a colorful tattoo on his arms, a camouflage shoulder bag, and a dagger around his waist. The dagger looked like a certain type of saber commonly used in close combat.

The foreign man in the floral shirt handed the check to the foreign man in a black tights.

"Dao Geng, the mission has been completed, where is my reward?" asked the foreign man in a floral shirt. The man in a black tights was the greedy Dao Geng.

"There is still the last step that has not been completed, that is..." Dao Geng said, suddenly pulling out the dagger from his waist, really a knife to seal the throat. The foreign man in the floral shirt covered his bloody throat, staring at Dao Geng with disbelief, and fell down straight.

"Hmph, the fewer people know about this, the better. There are other contacts, and I will solve them one by one!" Dao Geng snorted coldly.

Although the two communicated in English, Zhang Jiayong reluctantly listened to it, and combined with Dao Geng's skills, he should be the real culprit!

Zhang Jiayong jumped directly from the tree and landed behind Daogeng.

As a professional killer, Dao Geng also has a keen sense of perception. When he noticed someone appeared behind him, he immediately waved his dagger and stabbed him in the back, turning around at the same time.

Zhang Jiayong raised his arm and easily blocked Daogeng's wrist, and pushed him out with force.

"Who are you?" Dao Geng asked in English.

"You are the real murderer who killed that foreign researcher, right?" Zhang Jiayong said in broken English.

"Who are you?" Dao Geng frowned, not expecting his deeds to be exposed.

"I am a person who upholds justice, who are you?" Zhang Jiayong said.

"Justice? Bad justice! The so-called justice is insignificant in the face of money! I called Geng, the number one killer in Europe and the United States!" Daugeng said with a disdainful look, and then introduced himself proudly.

"dog?dog?" Zhang Jiayong was surprised. Someone actually gave this name?

"It's Dao Geng! It's not dog!" Dao Geng said with anger.

"I don't care whether you are a Taoist or a white dog. I'm going to beat you into a dead dog now and then hand you over to the police!" Zhang Jiayong looked at the already dark sky, and there was not much time left.

"You are looking for death! I am the number one killer in Europe and the United States!" Dao Geng said as he stabbed Zhang Jiayong again with the dagger in his hand.
Chapter completed!