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Chapter 372 Air Needle

The psychologist glanced at the unfamiliar number marker and then at Shi Hongfang's room.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he still didn't answer the phone, but instead knocked hard on the door: "Mr. Shi, there's a call for you!"

The room was completely silent; not a sound could be heard.

Without the owner's permission, the psychologist cannot simply open the door and enter.

He intended to hang up, but to his surprise, Shi Hongfang's phone operated differently from ordinary phones, answering and hanging up the phone.

By the time the psychologist realized what was happening, it was too late.

How are you doing lately?

An unfamiliar voice came from the phone.

The psychologist said rather awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shi is drunk. I accidentally gave the caller the wrong number..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person on the other end of the phone heard something was wrong and immediately hung up.

The psychologist gave a wry smile: "Is it really necessary to be in such a hurry to die..."

He then secretly wrote down the unfamiliar phone number.

"Although I don't know who it is, it should be... uh..."

A muffled thud.

The phone fell onto the carpet.

The psychologist stared wide-eyed, desperately pulling down with both hands, trying to tear away the arm that was strangling her neck.

His legs kicked and thrashed frantically, but the needle was inserted into his neck.

The psychiatrist's struggles quickly began to weaken, and he soon died.

Shi Hongfang released his arm, letting the psychologist fall to the ground.

His drunken behavior was all an act; he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Compared to shooting, poisoning, or a sneak attack from behind, injecting air into the carotid artery is one of the simplest and easiest ways to kill.

Reality isn't a movie. If an amateur stands behind someone and smashes something on their head, the chances of provoking resistance are much higher than knocking them unconscious or killing them.

Even if the brain is severely damaged, once the other party resists.

When one's life is threatened, anyone can hold out for a while.

A person's final stand in the face of death could easily create some signs of a struggle in the room.

Furthermore, the bloodstains at the scene must be washed several times with disinfectant, and the tools used to strike people must be cleaned up and not just thrown into the trash can.

These things are a huge waste of time to deal with.

A needle of air is injected into the carotid artery, creating an air embolism directly in the blood vessel and blocking blood flow.

Before long, the brain will die due to insufficient oxygen supply.

The technique is clean and hygienic.

All you need to do is burn the syringe afterwards.

The only drawback is that it requires a high level of skill, and most people can't accurately place the needle.

Shih Hung-fang pressed his knuckles against the psychologist's neck to check his pulse and confirm whether the person was truly dead.

As for why I don't touch my wrist.

Actually, placing a hard, solid object under the armpit and clamping it tightly can temporarily stop the pulse in the wrist, perfectly disguising oneself as a recently deceased corpse to deceive others.

Therefore, in most cases, people will touch the neck to determine whether a person is dead.

Hmm, another piece of strange knowledge has been added.

Shi Hongfang opened the psychologist's phone and looked through the latest messages.

After confirming that everything was correct, he put the phone back in the psychologist's pocket and picked up his own phone to dial a number.

"What's the matter?"

Song Jie's tone revealed a hint of fatigue, as if he hadn't been sleeping well lately.

“Send someone to my apartment to dispose of a body.”

Shi Hongfang looked at the psychologist at his feet and said, "This is the last time. There won't be a next time."

"……I see."

beep.

After Shi Hongfang hung up the phone, a physically and mentally exhausted Song Jie called his top socialite subordinate: "Send someone to Shi Hongfang's apartment... and bring a body bag."

"Bring body bags?"

Song Jie said impatiently, "You should know why we need to bring body bags."

"Well... okay, I understand."

After Song Jie's reminder, Hong Ying roughly guessed who the dead person was: "This Captain Shi is indeed a man who has been in the City of Sin; he is really decisive in his actions."

“I told you long ago, those little tricks are useless. Shi Hongfang isn’t stupid.”

Song Jie raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose: "I've already given you authorization for the cold storage. Before dawn, hurry up and dispose of the body. I have other things to do here."

The disappearance of Mus and Cat's Eye put Song Jie under tremendous pressure.

No one knows whether Janus, that monster, cares about the disappearance of these two people.

If they hold him accountable, he'll definitely suffer the consequences.

In addition, his recent attempts to contact the man with glasses have gone unanswered, leaving Song Jie with no way out and on the verge of a breakdown.

Hongying was completely unaware of this. As always, she used that seductive, soft tone: "Yes, yes, you should rest well. Isn't it true that bosses always have their secretaries do the work when there's nothing to do?"

Song Jieli didn't even bother with Hongying and hung up the phone to continue searching for Mu Si and Cat's Eye.

With my life hanging by a thread, how could I possibly have time to think about those things?
He didn't want to be a philandering ghost who died on a woman's belly.

………………

A week passes in the blink of an eye.

With the help of the backtracking cheat, Jin Ping'an soon found out through the clues provided by the anti-drug team.

They obtained the (censored) from a middleman who was readily available, and then traced back the (censored) information to find out the lame wolf's warehouse and transportation routes, as well as most of the members of the faction.

Subsequently, under Tian Hao's screening, the two selected several of Crippled Wolf's trusted men.

Then, by examining the hair and fabric residue of the individuals, the houses they had lived in, and the cars they had driven, they were able to trace back their recent itinerary and deduce the location of the drug lord.

Jin Ping'an's retrospection is like a grand library that records everything that has happened in the world.

If he wants to find something, there's nothing he can't uncover.

Even if there is a vast amount of information, it is only a matter of how long it takes.

But this tactic really gave Wu Ke a headache.

These two didn't do anything; they just looked at a few threads, a few houses, and a few cars, and they found the location of the drug lord.

This method of finding people looks like something out of a shamanistic ritual.

This made Wu Ke worry about the accuracy of the information.

At this moment, Wu Ke, along with fully armed anti-drug team members, was stationed near a small mountain village in the border region of Qianhua City.

According to Jin Ping'an, the drug lord and drug manufacturing base they were looking for were hidden in a dilapidated temple on the mountain.

Many villagers in the mountain village were informants they had bribed.

These are the well-known "road watchers".

Once an unfamiliar vehicle is spotted nearby, the lookouts will warn the people on the mountain.

Moreover, their clients are not only drug dealers, but also smugglers, illegal immigrants, and so on.

In a day or a single trip, one can earn anywhere from a few hundred to tens of thousands of yuan from criminals.

Another chapter has been blocked...

The content is quite ordinary; I really can't see any excessive descriptions of organized crime or drugs...

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