My Wild Wife in Shanghai

Chapter 287 A Huge Blunder

Chen Ye was driving on a side road, and because his phone was in his car, he couldn't call the police.

Cai Junhe's phone also fell in the chaos.

Chen Ye had no choice but to drive the van to the nearest police station to report the crime and, at the same time, hand the van over to the police.

After all, the van belonged to the criminals and could serve as a clue and evidence.

Upon receiving the report, the police immediately assembled a team and dispatched them.

Meanwhile, the battle between the thugs and the Korean assassins had reached a fever pitch.

It must be said that these desperate thugs were indeed brave; they still chose to fight back against armed South Korean assassins.

As a result, two more people were shot and wounded by the South Korean assassin.

However, the South Korean assassin had run out of bullets.

He didn't prepare that much today either.

Because killing Chen Ye only requires one bullet, and at most two more shots.

He loaded a magazine with seven bullets, thinking that would be enough, but he never expected to encounter something like this.

They've run out of bullets, but the enemy still has four or five men who are capable of fighting.

A South Korean assassin fought five opponents single-handedly, engaging in a brawl with the gang of thugs.

A South Korean assassin, armed with a dagger, fought against men wielding baseball bats and steel pipes. Although he was very professional, his opponents outnumbered him and were all bloodthirsty.

The South Korean assassin was ultimately outnumbered and knocked to the ground with a single blow.

The thug leader, clutching his injured shoulder, stepped forward and stomped on the assassin's face.

"Damn it, tell me, where's Chen Ye?"

"Aish!"

The assassin grinned and yelled, feeling utterly humiliated.

Bang!

The henchman behind him smacked the assassin on the shin with a stick, making the assassin gasp in pain.

"Behave yourself. I'm asking you, where's Chen Ye?" the thug leader asked sternly, lowering his body.

"#￥%#&, Arasso (Do you understand?)?"

The South Korean assassin mumbled something.

It was only then that the thug leader realized that the two of them had been talking at cross purposes, like a chicken talking to a duck or playing music to a cow.

"And he's a foreign friend!"

The thug leader huffed and puffed at his underling, "Take out your phone, get a translator, and communicate with him."

I opened an online translator, but I ran into trouble when I tried to select the country and language.

The younger brother scratched his head: "Big brother, what country is he from? Japan?"

"Damn, Japanese, Japanese! I told you to watch less porn!" another henchman said. "This is obviously Thai!"

"No, he's from South Korea!"

One of the younger men had his hair parted in the middle, and his hair was so shiny and slicked back that it looked like a calf had licked it.

He smoothed his hair and said, "I watch Korean dramas all the time! They always speak with that 'siba baba' and something like 'araso'. It's definitely Korean. I learned this hairstyle from them."

"Hmm! You're highly credible!"

The gang leader also believed that the assassin was from South Korea.

He asked his younger brother to turn on the Korean translation channel.

I was just about to communicate with the other party.

Then one of the henchmen rushed out from the side, shouting, "Boss, the cops are here!"

His job was to keep watch, standing on high ground, and when he saw several police cars approaching from a distance, he would quickly come to warn them.

The thug leader frowned, then waved his hand: "Let's go, everyone get in the car! We can't let the police catch us!"

They all have criminal records; once caught, they definitely won't escape.

"And what about him?" the henchman asked, pointing to the South Korean assassin.

"Take it with you!" the leader said.

Next, everyone squeezed into two vans, and several wounded people were also helped into the vans. The South Korean assassins were tied up and thrown under the seats.

Then, the van started and sped off in the opposite direction from the police car.

... ...

That evening, the police arrived at the scene and, although they did not catch the perpetrators, they collected a lot of clues and evidence.

This includes items and weapons left behind by the perpetrators.

The blood they shed during the fight, the detached body tissue, and so on.

With these clues, solving the case will be much easier.

Meanwhile, Song William and Huang Xiao were sleepless tonight.

Song William's hired thugs failed in their mission and are currently fleeing to Jiaxing in a panic.

Song Weilian unleashed a torrent of curses at Liu Dahai, the leader of the thugs, over the phone.

You have to know that he has placed his bets on Liu Dahai and his team this time.

As a result, the group not only failed in their assassination attempt, but also alerted the police. They also heard that Chen Ye had driven away a van.

This essentially left the police with a major clue.

"Useless, useless!" Song Weilian cursed angrily.

"We brothers did our best!" Liu Dahai said. "The other side had guns, and four of us were wounded. We don't know if the third one will make it. Boss Song, you have to give us some money to save our lives!"

"What the hell do I care if you live or die?" Song William retorted mercilessly. "You didn't even complete your mission, so what right do you have to ask for money?"

"Let's lay low for a while, then we'll come back and kill that kid again," Liu Dahai said. "Boss Song, please have mercy, I have a brother who's really in dire straits and needs money..."

"It's all settled. If we don't complete the task, we won't get a single penny," Song William gritted his teeth. "A bunch of incompetent country bumpkins, trying to make money? Bah! Get out of Shanghai right now!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"Damn it! That bastard!"

Liu Dahai was furious, his teeth grinding together.

"If we go to him and ask for it, he won't dare refuse us to his face!" one of the henchmen said.

"Don't think about that now, let's get out of Shanghai quickly and get our injuries treated," Liu Dahai said. "We'll settle the score with him later."

On the other side, Huang Xiao was even more irritable.

Kim Jae-boo, who claims to be South Korea's number one professional assassin, has failed once again.

Moreover, the way he made the mistake was incomprehensible.

Ah Fei returned and reported that Jin Zaifu got into a fight with a group of people of unknown origin on the way and was subsequently kidnapped.

"grass!"

Huang Xiao didn't know what words to use to describe it.

"A pig, he's a pig!"

The next second, Huang Xiao's phone rang; it was an unknown number.

Huang Xiao answered the phone but did not speak, waiting for the other party to speak.

"Your men are in my hands!"

The voice of Liu Dahai, the leader of the thugs, came from over there.

Liu Dahai and the others have fled to Jiaxing and found a private clinic to remove the bullets.

They were getting angrier and angrier as they thought about how this Korean bastard had ruined their evening.

Afterwards, he beat up the South Korean hitman Kim Jae-boo, found out who his employer was, and then called to blackmail him.

After all, their mission failed tonight, and they didn't earn any money from William Song.

They have to find something to make up for with this Korean guy.

"Who are you?" Huang Xiao asked.

"Don't worry about who we are. We don't want much, just three million for your people!" Liu Dahai said.

"Fuck you, three million? You're dreaming!" Huang Xiao roared. "You'd better kill him, save me the trouble!"

"Killing him is a small matter for me," Liu Dahai said, "but hiring someone to kill Chen Ye is a big deal. Should I hand him over to the police and implicate you?"

These words struck a nerve with Huang Xiao.

"grass!"

Huang Xiao was so angry that he swept the ashtray off the table.

He didn't expect that this South Korean assassin was such a coward, actually telling the other party that he had hired someone to kill him.

Incompetent bungler.

"Who exactly are you?" Huang Xiao asked again.

"Does that matter?" Liu Dahai asked.

"Of course it's important!" Huang Xiao said. "I need to know who I'm doing business with."

"If we tell you who it is, will you transfer the money?" Liu Dahai asked.

"Can!"

"Alright!" Liu Dahai's eyes darted around as he said, "Our boss is William Song, Boss Song."

Huang Xiao: "... ..."