My Best Wife

Lao Bi led the two people out of the yard and went to the side of the car to check. Fang Zhiqiang was also ready to take action, and looked at the bald head from a distance. Fang Zhiqiang waved his hand, signaling to start rushing into the house.

With the bald head holding the iron rod in his hand, the cat rushed towards the door quickly along the side of the house, and Fang Zhiqiang did the same, but he would pay more attention to whether anyone retreated from the door.

The bald head arrived at the door, glanced at Fang Zhiqiang, turned around and rushed in first.

After entering the house, the first thing you see is the lifting platform for car maintenance. A car is parked on it, surrounded by scattered parts, tires and other sundries.

Looking inside again, the door of the inner room was ajar, and the situation inside could not be seen clearly. Fang Zhiqiang also ran in at this time, his bald head pointed in the direction of the inner door, and the two of them were about to rush in.

The people inside obviously also heard the footsteps in the outer room, and a casual voice came from inside: "Why did you come back so soon, what's the situation with the car repairers outside?"

The bald man didn't answer, he kicked the door open and rushed in, only to see a middle-aged man lying on a wicker chair and smoking, playing with his mobile phone.

The two of them looked at each other, and the middle-aged man who was lying down was about to shout, when the bald head jumped over and touched the iron bar to his neck, and said viciously, "If you dare to shout, you will be destroyed."

Fang Zhiqiang also rushed in at this time to observe the situation around the back room, mainly to see if there was Xinsheng. Looking at the bed next to him, he saw a young man turning over and shouting loudly: "Ah Guang, Brother Dumb, come back quickly."

The middle-aged man lying on the rattan chair also reacted, and began to try to **** the bald iron rod with both hands.

Fang Zhiqiang was worried that the yelling would bring people in from outside, so he strode up and pushed the yelling young man down on the bed, with the iron rod in his hand against his throat: "Speak again, don't blame me for being rude."

The shouting young man looked at his companion on the wicker chair in a panic, and was also controlled by the bald head three or two times, and gave him a solid punch. He didn't dare to move around, and looked at Fang Zhiqiang nervously. : "You... who are you?"

Fang Zhiqiang didn't answer, and asked directly: "Did anyone bring a two-year-old girl here this afternoon? Where did she hide it?"

The young man was obviously a little confused: "Girl? No, no, this place is full of dirty and smelly car repairers, no one will bring children here."

"What happened to the van parked in the yard?" Fang Zhiqiang was half-cooled when he heard this answer. What he was worried about really happened, so he continued to ask.

"Noodle... the van?" The young man looked at Fang Zhiqiang blankly, and then turned his head to look helplessly at the middle-aged man on the wicker chair.

The bald man thought that the young man was afraid of the middle-aged man lying on the rattan chair, so he increased his strength a bit, and pressed the iron rod on the middle-aged man's neck, only to hear the sound of a breathless cough.

"I said, I said, cough~~cough~~~", the middle-aged man didn't dare to play any tricks, and was ready to answer honestly: "The van came here for repairs in the afternoon, what do you want to know, I Everyone said, cough~~ I can hardly breathe."

At this time, a noise and shouts were heard outside. Fang Zhiqiang knew that Lao Bi and the others had also joined hands. The people outside must have heard the shouts inside and wanted to rush back. Naturally, Lao Bi and the others would not let two people in.

The middle-aged man and the young man in the room were full of expectations. If two of his fellows came in, four against two, the situation would be completely different.

When Lao Bi and the bald-headed men dragged the two people in, the accomplices in the back room were completely discouraged. The people who were dragged in had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and they were thrown on the ground obediently and motionless.

Seeing Lao Bi and the others come in, Fang Zhiqiang nodded first, then shook his head helplessly.

Lao Bi immediately understood what Fang Zhiqiang meant, but Xin Sheng couldn't find it. Old Bi glanced at the environment in the back room, walked in and took the iron rod in Fang Zhiqiang's hand: "Qiangzi, go and ask questions, the bald man's moves are really sharp, fast enough, and ruthless enough."

Fang Zhiqiang saw this bald-headed subordinate for the first time today, nodded his head slightly, and then walked to the bald-headed side to ask: "Tell me, if you dare to hide anything, don't blame my brother for being cruel."

The bald head saw that the whole situation was under control, let go of the iron rod, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to the subordinates outside.

The middle-aged man on the rattan chair knew that the situation was completely out of his control, so he could only honestly confess: "I knew there was something wrong with the van. I received a call at noon, saying that my car broke down and I wanted to come and fix it in the afternoon. If it is raining in the afternoon and the weather is bad, let’s try another day. Then just hesitate and say that you must come in the afternoon and use the car in a hurry, and there is nothing wrong with it.”

The middle-aged man rubbed his throat, coughed twice, and continued: "I drove over in the afternoon, served by Dumb, and left as soon as the person came, leaving hundreds of dollars behind, and didn't say in detail whether the car was there or not." What's the problem, just come and drive tomorrow. Dumb checked the car and found something wrong, the license plate should have been removed, you...did you steal your car? Or did you use your plate?"

The bald man knew that he should not be too polite when dealing with this kind of person, so he came over and patted the middle-aged man on the head: "Stop talking nonsense, what do you say when I ask you, bring the phone here, what is the number of that person? Find it for me!"

The middle-aged man took out the phone he was looking at just now from the rattan chair, opened the call history, found the call from noon, and handed it to the bald head.

The bald head looked at the number, checked the subordinate area, it was Mingzhu's number, looked at Fang Zhiqiang, and handed the phone to Fang Zhiqiang.

Fang Zhiqiang looked at the duration of the call, took out his mobile phone, dug out the photos in the hospital surveillance, and asked, "Is that the guy who repaired the car here?"

The middle-aged man looked at it and shook his head: "No, it doesn't look like it. It's just a small crew cut and a local accent. It doesn't look like it's a gangster."

Fang Zhiqiang thought for a while, then handed the mobile phone to the middle-aged man and said, "Call him and tell him that there is a serious problem with the car and that he needs to replace the parts. He asked five hundred yuan if he should change it or not. As for which part, you have more experience. Find a suitable one."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Don't worry, I know how to say it."

After speaking, he started to make a phone call. Fang Zhiqiang lowered his voice and said, "Turn on the speakerphone."

As soon as the middle-aged man turned on the speakerphone, he heard the phone prompt: "The number you dialed is turned off, please try again later."

Called several times in succession, but it was always off.