Wang Zheng looked at the vehicles passing quickly from a distance and said to Luo Song, "Running to Wujia Village so late will not disturb the local villagers!"

"Let's be careful and try not to disturb the villagers!" Luo Song said.

Go to a village on the outskirts of the city to find someone late at night. If the noise is too loud, the neighbors will definitely come out to watch the fun.

If he hadn't wanted to confirm as soon as possible whether the special correspondent of the Black Chess organization was still in Rongcheng, Luo Song would not have gone to the village to look for him at night.

"Okay, let's hurry up and go!" Wang Zheng nodded.

Then, the two people quickly walked to where they parked their car.

"Boom..."

There was a roar, and the gray car started. Wang Zheng, who was driving the car, turned the steering wheel and drove quickly towards the outskirts of the city.

Luo Song, who was sitting in the passenger seat, closed his eyes and thought about all the things that happened during the mission during these days.

At the beginning, he accepted the task of investigating the special correspondent of the Black Chess organization. The next day, Luo Song led Wang Zheng to carry out careful tracking and investigation.

So many days have passed, and although the two of them have worked very hard to follow the clues provided by the intelligence department, they have not achieved much.

The main reason for this is that the target was very cautious. After arriving in Rongcheng, there were almost no important clues that could reveal the location.

During the days of investigation, Luo Song and Wang Zheng, who had not been able to track down the target, felt somewhat anxious.

"Dinglingling..."

A loud ringing sound came from his pocket. Luo Song, who had closed his eyes in deep thought, opened his eyes and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

It was Wu An calling, and Luo Song quickly answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Luo Song, how is the progress of the task?" Wu An, who was working overtime in the office, had just finished the work at hand, poured a glass of water, drank it, and called Luo Song at the same time.

Since there was not much progress in the mission, Luo Song said with some embarrassment after hearing Wu An's inquiry.

"Brother Wu, there is not much progress in the current mission..."

Wu An put down the water glass in his hand and said to Luo Song, "I also know a little bit about the relevant situation. You can investigate at your own pace. Don't worry."

"Yeah." Luo Song nodded after hearing this, and then the two of them chatted about other things.

After a while, the call was hung up. At this time, the car arrived not far from the destination.

"Crack..."

The car did not enter Wujia Village, but stopped on a grassy area near the entrance of the village.

Luo Song and Wang Zheng got out of the car and looked towards the brightly lit Wujiacun in the distance.

The main reason why they did not drive into Wujiacun was not to attract attention. Next, the two of them would try to reduce the noise as much as possible and find important targets in Wujiacun.

"Let's go!" Wang Zheng said.

"Yeah." Luo Song nodded.

The two people walked away quickly, and after a while, they entered Wujia Village from a trail.

…………

In the villa complex, there was a figure standing on the balcony of the second floor, smoking a cigar.

During the recent period, the special correspondents of the Black Chess organization have been very quiet and have not caused any trouble.

Such peaceful days made the bloated middle-aged man feel a little uneasy. He was afraid that this was the calm before the storm.

"call……"

Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly, the white smoke drifts into the distance.

The bloated middle-aged man took a few puffs of his cigar and thought about related things quickly in his mind.

"Ding dong."

The cell phone in his pocket trembled, and the bloated middle-aged man immediately took it out of his pocket.

Someone sent a message, he unlocked the screen and browsed quickly.

After reading the message, the bloated middle-aged man looked a little pale.

"Damn, there's something wrong with that batch of goods."

After reading the message, the bloated middle-aged man cursed angrily, and then called his subordinates.

The young man wearing glasses who was asked to stay home and stop running around is watching TV at home.

Suddenly receiving a call from his boss, he immediately muted the TV and answered the phone.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

The young man wearing glasses knew that if the other party called him late at night, he must have something to explain.

"There was something wrong with the batch of goods that arrived yesterday. I need you to deal with it now..." The bloated middle-aged man told the story.

"Okay, I'll take care of it right away." The young man wearing glasses nodded. After ending the call, he immediately stood up and went out.
Chapter completed!