Chapter 210: Sneaking into Song's Residence!
h was somewhat regrettable. But in recent years, when Chinese men's football had been weak, people rarely witnessed such an exhilarating, dominant and satisfying match! Even though no goal was achieve...Chapter 210: Sneaking into Song Manor!
"It's getting late, I should head back. Take your time to clean up. I'll come pick you up in the morning," Wang Zheng said after checking his watch.
"Really no need, it would make me feel bad troubling you like this," Ning Xia insisted.
Seeing Ning Xia's persistence, Wang Zheng didn't say anything more and smiled before bidding farewell to the small room that gave him a sense of peace and comfort.
However, thinking about how he could see these eyes' owner frequently in the future made Wang Zheng feel much better instantly.
What Wang Zheng didn't know was that on that very night, Ning Xia's diary had an added line:
In life, there are unexpected moments of warmth and endless hope.
...
After checking the time, Wang Zheng suddenly thought of someone. He hailed a taxi and said to the driver, "Driver, take me to Xinhua Road, drive fast."
"Sure thing! We can't guarantee much else, but we'll definitely fly under low altitude," the driver laughed heartily as he pressed down hard on the gas pedal.
From the southern outskirts to Xinhua Road in the northern suburbs of the city center required passing through the entire urban district. This time of day would be very congested, but since Wang Zheng wanted to go fast, the driver would definitely choose the outer ring elevated road. Although it was a bit out of the way, the speed would be much faster.
Perhaps ordinary people wouldn't know this, but Wang Zheng knew very well that there was a considerable estate on Xinhua Road in the northern suburbs where an elderly statesman and one of the founding heroes of the People's Republic of China—Mr. Song—resided.
Mister Song Jingli once followed Su Fuhua to fight across the country. Back then, Su Fuhua was the commander-in-chief while Mister Song Jingli served as the political commissar of the First Group Army. The First Group Army campaigned over half the territory of China and won battle after battle. For many years, they almost never tasted defeat. Su Fuhua and Mister Song Jingli were often referred to as the best duo; wherever these two participated in battles, the First Army would be invincible.
Later on, when it came to political circles, Mister Song Jingli was also one of the staunchest supporters of Su Fuhua. He had placed himself correctly and didn't trigger Su Fuhua's suspicion due to his lofty achievements or ambitions. Mister Song Jingli clearly understood that he couldn’t compete with Su Fuhua, so maintaining their friendship for decades was a better choice. During those turbulent ten years when many meritorious officials and generals suffered harsh persecutions—even including General He Yan’s grandfather, one of the marshals who died in disgrace—Mister Song Jingli remained unharmed because he had above him Su Fuhua, the pillar that steadied the country.
There was no doubt that Mister Song Jingli stood on the right side in political struggles to earn the title of an invincible politician.
However, recently, Mister Song Jingli focused solely on cultivating flowers and growing grass, staying within his own garden without venturing out or interfering with politics. All matters concerning the Song family were handled by his eldest son, Song Mingwei.
Evidently, at present, Song Mingwei was the representative of the Song family and would become its head in due course.
As for that second son, Song Mingsheng, whom Mister Song considered to be indulging in trivial pursuits, had no chance whatsoever of inheriting the position as the head of the family.
However, the relationship between these two brothers was never good. The elder brother, Song Mingwei, appeared to be upright and incorruptible, decisive in his actions, and politically astute; he had become the mayor of the capital city at a young age, even making the Secretary of the Capital City Party Committee defer to him.
Furthermore, the current Secretary of the Capital City Party Committee is aware that he will eventually have to make way for Song Mingwei, considering how powerful his backing is.
The younger brother, Song Mingsheng, on the other hand, appeared a bit dissolute. He established the Song Family Media Group and became one of the big bosses in China's entertainment circle. He was also indiscriminate when it came to gender and showed no interest in politics, which infuriated their father, Mr. Song Jingli (Song Mingwei’s grandfather), who had become extremely disappointed with his second son. Their relationship deteriorated so severely that they were practically at an impasse.
However, despite Song Mingsheng's dissolute and arrogant nature, he was not a shallow person and had his own ideas. As the saying goes, "The tiger father has no dog sons"; regardless of who it is, Mr. Song’s son must be extraordinary.
Wang Zheng still remembered that time when Song Mingsheng knelt down for him. Before this incident, if Wang Zheng rated Song Mingsheng a two out of ten, he would rate him nine after the kneel; the son of an illustrious general could maintain such dignity even under humiliation. Such a person's future achievements will undoubtedly surpass people’s expectations.
Family feuds are not uncommon among prestigious families. Who knows if Song Mingsheng was just biding his time, concealing his true abilities He might be like a venomous snake in hibernation, seemingly harmless but suddenly emerging to release its fatal fangs at any moment.
Wang Zheng got off the car far away and walked for about one kilometer before reaching Xinhua Road. After observing the surroundings, his figure vanished into darkness as he narrowed his eyes to observe a rather large garden in the distance.
The estate occupied several acres of land, with several small houses standing within it; this was where the main members of the Song family resided—Song Mingwei and his daughter Song Ziniu lived here, along with another daughter named Song Haisi.
Given Mr. Song’s strict security measures, besides the guards at the gate and armed patrolmen, there were numerous undercover sentries around the area who would take immediate action once they spotted anyone suspicious.
In just a short while, Wang Zheng had already discovered three of these undercover sentries, but he did not make any effort to hide himself; instead, he walked past the entrance of Song’s estate like an ordinary passerby.
As he passed by two blind spots in surveillance cameras, Wang Zheng ran and jumped over a wall straight into the garden of the Song family.
Being the future head of the Song Family, Song Mingwei lived alone in one small house. His daughter, Song Ziniu, resided above him.
However, at this time, Song Ziniu had not returned yet; once she was focused on her work, she would put everything else aside and probably still be working overtime in the office.
Song Mingwei also had social engagements tonight, so he came back quite late. Nevertheless, his alcohol tolerance was pretty good, so he usually did not get drunk.
Upon entering his room, Song Mingwei turned on the light and was about to take off his coat when he noticed someone standing behind the door—without making a sound!
Song Mingwei felt every hair on his body stand up; his heart raced as if it would jump out of his chest.
The Song Family Mansion, which was strictly guarded, had an intruder! What this implied did not need to be thought about—Song Mingwei immediately pressed the alarm button beside the door!
Once he triggered this button, the guards from the Song family would rush over immediately!
Wang Zheng stood smiling behind the door, looking at Song Mingwei without any intention of stopping him.
However, when Song Mingwei touched the alarm, he found that it wouldn't budge!
No matter how many times he pressed it, there was no sound from the alarm!
Seeing Song Mingwei struggling with this, Wang Zheng said helplessly, "Don’t waste your effort. I’ve already disabled that thing. Even if you press it for an entire night, it won't make a sound."
Song Mingwei was no novice when it came to high-stakes situations. Upon hearing Wang Zheng’s words, he realized the other party had come fully prepared. If they could bypass all the covert sentries and enter his room, then surely they were confident of not letting him leave alive.
Thinking this through, Song Mingwei反而變得鎮定。既然對方來了，就肯定有把握離開，自己的手中一定有著他們想要的東西，自己的生命也就有了保障。
Wang Zheng walked up to Song Mingwei and smiled, saying, "Mayor Song, do you know me"
"Wang Zheng It’s you!" After carefully identifying the person, Song Mingwei was suddenly alarmed!
"I believe not only do you know me, but you’re also quite familiar with me," Wang Zheng reached out and placed his hand on Song Mingwei's waist.
Song Mingwei felt a sharp pain in his waist; he instantly lost all strength and couldn't even stand up straight, collapsing like a heap of jelly!
"Now we can have a proper chat," Wang Zheng crouched down too, with a smile that chilled Song Mingwei to the bone: "I want you to tell me about the bomb in Ningxia."
Sweat instantly drenched Song Mingwei’s clothes as he helplessly sat on the floor.
"I don’t know, I really don't know…" Sweat glistened on Song Mingwei's forehead!
"You’re sure you don’t know"
Wang Zheng smiled even more brilliantly, lifting a silver needle and piercing it into the back of Song Mingwei’s neck!
"I really have no patience for people like you."
The moment the silver needle entered his body, Song Mingwei felt as if he was being gnawed by countless ants! These ants seemed to be crawling inside his limbs, crazily tearing at his flesh. The excruciating sensation of tearing apart made Song Mingwei suffer immensely!
But now, all the strength had been drained from his body; it was hard for him to speak, let alone resist or escape.
Wang Zheng squinted his eyes and said, "This poison was concocted by me. No one else can undo it for you. You're just starting to feel the effects now. Later on, I'll make sure you suffer even more painfully. If you cooperate with me obediently, perhaps I might consider giving you an antidote."
Within just five seconds, Song Mingwei felt as if he had been through hell and back. His face was dripping with sweat, his hair drenched from head to toe. The pain he experienced moments ago was too unbearable to even think about again!
Panting heavily, Song Mingwei nodded laboriously.
"Alright, I... will tell you."
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