Start with Psychic Forensics

Start the car and slowly drive towards Jingyang Garden.

He did not drive too fast, nor did he drive too slow, it was a normal speed.

In addition to some neighborhoods, there are construction sites under construction.

There is one next to Jingyang Community.

It should be the same developer, the demolition house is resolved, and commercial housing will naturally rise up quickly.

Scenes like this can be seen all over the country.

It shows that China is developing rapidly.

Just as Fang Ze was driving close to Jingyang Community, he was on the [-]th floor of a high-rise in the community.

Lighted windows, curtains half-closed.

A long, pitch-black barrel aimed at the street through the curtain.

The man with the gun was a man.

Judging from the appearance, it is generally the same as the person who appeared at Zhao Yuling's concert tonight.

He looked at the slowly approaching car through the sniper scope.

five minutes ago.

He saw the car lingering.

The driver was also seen lighting a cigarette.

I even saw the driver check the dagger and pistol.

He saw everything.

This is a very cautious person.

Even though it's past twelve o'clock, there is still no rest.

It is his habit to check the surrounding environment.

Unexpectedly, this time there was a real unexpected harvest.

"chasing me"

The man looked at the black red flag and whispered to himself.

"impossible."

"The boss said that we have a half-month buffer period."

"In this half-month period, they will never be found, unless the army is used to search."

"Did you pass by?"

Several thoughts flashed in the man's mind.

Through the sight of the sniper scope, he still stayed on the car.

As it gradually approached Jingyang Community, the speed of the black red flag gradually slowed down.

This situation caused the man's complexion to change slightly.

"No way"

Is it a coincidence that a person armed with a weapon happened to come to Jingyang Community? "There is only one person, probably not."

The man put away his sniper rifle and stood there hesitating for a while.

After a while, he skillfully disassembled the sniper rifle and picked up the jacket next to it.

"I'd rather believe what it is than not believe it, leave here temporarily and talk about it."

Soon, he opened the door and left the room.

The man did not choose the elevator, but took the stairs.

During this time, his hands were kept in his arms.

In the palm of his hand, he holds a pistol, ready to deal with any emergencies at any time.

It is a habit he has developed over the years to maintain a sense of crisis at all times.

If it wasn't for this habit, I would have died many times earlier.

A few minutes later, the man walked out of the stairs, glanced vigilantly, and walked away from the unit building.

The surroundings were silent, not even the sound of the wind.

Almost all the people in the building fell asleep.

He saw the red flag car, parked in a standard parking space.

The driver is gone.

Supposed to have gone upstairs.

Seeing this, the man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.