Chapter 2479 Feng Xinglang Is Still Alive

Security in apartment buildings like this is generally not very good. And the people who live there are also a mixed bag.

Most of them are people who have fled here, and some are poor local families.

After excluding some foreigner families who spoke English and Arabic, Feng Shiwu targeted a Turkish family who spoke local languages ​​​​twenty minutes later.

A convex balcony like this was easy for Feng Shiwu, who was good at climbing, to climb in.

The entire apartment is very small, and you can enter the bedroom from the balcony.

There were three simple wooden beds lined up in the messy bedroom. They were all piled up in a mess, both on the bed and under the bed; there was no place to even put your feet down.

From the direction of the living room and dining room came the noises of several children and the shouts of women. Then, Feng Shiwu heard a familiar voice. It was the Ivorian accomplice who was responsible for dumping the body.

Feng Shiwu's entire nerves became tense, and his fists clenched loudly. Subconsciously he touched the dagger on his body. Then he took out a black hood and put it on his head.

The Ivorian accomplice was destined not to survive; but Feng Shiwu heard the noise of children coming from the living room. Unless absolutely necessary, Feng Shiwu would not do anything to children under ten years old.

When Feng Shishi gently pushed the door of the room open a small gap, he discovered that this guy actually had five children. One of them was still standing in the arms of a middle-aged woman, drinking milk.

The eldest child, only fifteen or sixteen years old, was sharing a piece of steak with his two younger brothers.

Feng Shishi stood at the door of the room and hesitated for a while: time was tight and he didn't want to wait any longer; because Master Songtai and Brother Xiaochong were still soaking in the rain at the abandoned mine.

Originally, Feng Shishi wanted to make some noise in the room, so as to attract the Cote d'Ivoire accomplice into the room. After asking what he needed to ask, he asked him to bury his adoptive father Feng Xinglang with him!

But the noise in the living room was too loud, and Feng Shiwu didn't have the kindness to "pity the weak and cherish the young"; so, he appeared directly in front of the family.

The family who was having dinner immediately panicked because of Feng Shiwu's sudden appearance.

The Ivorian accomplice reacted quickly enough and immediately pulled out the gun from his waist and pointed it at Feng Shiwu.

"Who are you? Why did you break into my house?"

Perhaps it was because he had been in the robbery business for a long time, but this guy spoke English fairly fluently. Although Feng Shiwu was wearing a black hood, he guessed that Feng Shiwu was of Asian race.

Because the guy who was robbed and dumped a few days ago was also an Asian! Thinking of the silenced boss and Cote d'Ivoire, he guessed that Feng Shiwu must be here for revenge.

"Put your gun away, I'll ask a few questions and then leave!"

Feng Shiwu said calmly. Facing a person with a gun pointed at him, he already knew how to deal with such a difficult confrontation at the age of fourteen!

"What do you want to ask?" The Ivorian accomplice still raised the gun in his hand towards Feng Shiwu.

"Feng Xinglang... is the person who was robbed by Cote d'Ivoire. Where did you dump his body?"

When asked this question, Feng Shiwu's heart ached. He asked while holding back his overwhelming anger and hatred.

"I don't know... I don't know Cote d'Ivoire!"

The middle-aged Turk kept holding the gun in his hand and began to quibble. He knew that Feng Shiwu was here for revenge, so he naturally wanted to sever ties with Cote d'Ivoire.

"Oh, really? You don't know Cote d'Ivoire? Think about it carefully, did you go to a villa last night? There were many corpses in it... One of the corpses should be from Cote d'Ivoire!"

Feng Shiwu gently wiped the dagger in his hand, "Do you remember now?"

With a "bang", the Ivorian accomplice immediately shot Feng Shiwu.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Feng Shiwu had already drifted in front of the middle-aged woman and fished out the child in her arms.

When the middle-aged man wanted to shoot Feng Shiwu again, a dagger was pressed against the neck of the about two-year-old child.

"Let go of my child!" the middle-aged Turk yelled.

"Your lies will kill this child!"

Feng Shishi caught the child's neck and picked it up, "Let me ask you again, where did you throw Feng Xinglang's body?"

"In...the abandoned mining factory in Bakr City! I am only responsible for transporting...I did not kill the person! I did not participate in the robbery either!" The middle-aged man gasped rapidly.

"You're lying! I dug through the entire abandoned mine... and I didn't find Feng Xinglang's body!"

Feng Shishi roared loudly and threw the child in his hand towards the middle-aged Turk.

Almost as a reflex, the middle-aged Turk immediately put down the gun in his hand to catch the child thrown by Feng Fifteen.

At the same time, Feng Shiwu had rushed in front of him, grabbed his hand, and then pressed it against his head.

"If you don't tell the truth, I will let your whole family be buried with my adoptive father!" Feng Shiwu was furious.

"It was really abandoned in the abandoned mining factory in Bakr City... I didn't lie!"

Thinking of their deaths in Cote d'Ivoire, the middle-aged Turk's hand holding the child trembled slightly. He had vaguely realized that the person in front of him was definitely a ruthless character.

"I'll take you there to find...you let my family go!"

This middle-aged Turk decided to lure Kaifeng Fifteen away first in exchange for his family's safety.

"Okay! But you have to bring the youngest child with you!"

Of course Feng Shiwu knew that this middle-aged Turk wanted to sacrifice himself for the safety of his family. But without taking a hostage, he worried that he would be dishonest.

"No... no... I'll go alone!" The middle-aged man began to beg.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will shoot him to death!" Feng Shishi sternly said, "Pick the child up and follow me!"

The middle-aged man's facial muscles twitched a few times, and finally he picked up the youngest child under Feng Shiwu's force.

Just as Feng Shiwu pointed his gun at the middle-aged man holding the child and walked toward the door, a broken English message came from behind him.

"That man...is still alive! He...is still alive!"

The person who said this was the eldest son of a middle-aged man. He looks to be only about fifteen years old.

Feng Shiwu was really shocked. He rushed over and immediately grabbed the boy's collar and lifted him up.

"What did you say? Feng Xinglang is not dead? If you dare to lie to me... you will risk the lives of your whole family!"

Feng Shishi hissed. He was facing an emotional breakdown and couldn't bear the thought of someone making such a joke to him.

"That person...is really alive...alive...something...watch..."

The boy's English is not very good and he can only piece together simple English words. He raised one hand and pointed across the room with his other hand, "I have his watch! He...gave it to me!"

"Go get it! Don't play tricks!"

Feng Shiwu pressed his hand against the middle-aged man's forehead, "Otherwise, your father's head will explode!"

"Okay... okay... I'll take it! Take it... don't... kill my dad!" The boy immediately walked towards the room.

For safety reasons, Feng Shishi hid himself behind a middle-aged Turk.

In less than a minute, the boy took out a black gold ceramic Rolex from the room.

"Côte d'Ivoire asked my father to go... My father was busy... and then... I... I drove... to send that man to... the abandoned mining factory in Bakr City... on the road... he survived!"

The boy's poor English made it difficult for others to listen.

But for Feng Shiwu, it was like hearing the most beautiful words in the world.

"You said...you said my adoptive father is still alive?"

Feng Shiwu took the black gold ceramic Rolex from the boy's hand. He was not sure whether the watch belonged to his adoptive father Feng Xinglang. You have to ask the master or Brother Xiaochong to know.

"He was alive...I let him go...and...then he gave me this!"

The boy's expression didn't look like he was lying.

"You said my adoptive father is still alive...then...then where has he gone?" Feng Shishi's voice trembled slightly.

This surprise came so suddenly; even Feng Shiwu couldn't believe it was true.

"He gave me this watch...and left...the truck..."

The boy's vocabulary is still a little small, so it is a bit difficult to express.

The boy's words shocked even his father: he thought his eldest son had successfully dumped his body! Unexpectedly, the man in the pickup truck came to life and gave his son a watch. Judging from the exquisite workmanship of this watch, it must be expensive.

It has to be said that this is a sign that Feng Xinglang's life should not be terminated: if it was this middle-aged Turk who dumped his body that day, I am afraid that even if Feng Xinglang survives, he will be silenced again!

Obviously, God favored him again: letting the boy take the place of his vicious father to dump Feng Xinglang's body.

But he didn't expect that Feng Xinglang, who was in a coma, would wake up because of the bumpy road to the abandoned mine.

Because of the boy's kindness in not killing him, Feng Xinglang left his watch to him!

"Truck? What kind of truck?" Feng Shishi asked in a tight voice.

"A...truck...a truck dumping waste minerals...he...he climbed in! And...the truck drove away!"

The boy tried his best to express himself in broken English. There is also some Turkish mixed in.

"Which truck did my adoptive father get into?"

Feng Shishi roared: "What's the license plate number? Where did you drive?"

"I...I don't know! I didn't see clearly...I was scared at the time...so I drove away!"

Facing Feng Shishi's uncontrollable roar, the boy stepped back in horror.

"It should be a truck transporting mining waste!"

The middle-aged Turk took over his son's words and said: "There are a total of four mining factories currently mining in Bakr City!"

"No way... you are lying to me!"

Feng Shiwu reloaded the gun in his hand and put it against the middle-aged man's forehead: "If my adoptive father is still alive, why doesn't he contact us?"

It is not unreasonable for Feng Shiwu to make such a conjecture. If his adoptive father Feng Xinglang can escape alive, the first thing he should do is contact someone who can rescue him in time! But there has been no news from the adoptive father Feng Xinglang for more than two days!