Official Career Storm

Chapter 1602

"But won’t this alert them?"

"Do you think changing the approach won’t alert them either?"

That’s a living person.

Suddenly getting rescued from their surveillance imprisonment.

No matter what method is used, if the person is rescued, it will definitely alert them.

So the method of rescue doesn’t matter.

Lin Wanqiu, worried and confused, didn’t think deeply and said, "She’s still in the hotel now and can still contact me. The other side probably plans to transfer her at night."

Song Guanchao nodded: "Then we’ll rescue her from the hotel."

With her in the hotel, the rescue plan can also be finalized.

Pretend to be a delivery person, get into the hotel, and take her away directly.

"There’s a question." Song Guanchao suddenly said.

"Why does the other side want to transfer her suddenly, to make her disappear?"

Song Guanchao felt puzzled from the beginning and couldn’t figure out the answer.

Lin Wanqiu shook her head; she didn’t know either, not even Journalist Su.

Song Guanchao decided to see if he could catch one during the rescue and get some information out of their mouth.

They waited in the parking lot for about ten minutes before Lu Feng and his group arrived.

Five cars, twenty people.

This is the team Lu Feng brought this time.

Each one is a retired soldier.

Song Guanchao now treats them like his private soldiers, not necessarily used once a year, but when needed, they are always ready.

They’re brothers worth trusting.

Song Guanchao didn’t treat them badly either, arranging jobs through Lu Feng and splitting a large sum of cash during each operation.

Sometimes dealing with issues, like last time when he was arrested across provinces, brought in a lot of cash.

This money, he had Lu Feng distribute.

If you want to use people, you can’t just talk about feelings, but also money.

At the very least, they should have no worries about food and clothing, and beyond that, offer substantial benefits to maintain stability.

This time dealing with corruption in Pinghai City, a large amount of interests will definitely be involved.

By then, distributing a portion to the brothers can also enhance cohesion.

"Wait for me in the car."

Song Guanchao pushed the door open and got out of the car, heading to Lu Feng’s vehicle.

He changed into a delivery uniform in the car, while saying: "In a moment, Madman and Zhijun follow me up, others keep watch below."

After changing clothes, he carried a delivery meal toward the hotel.

Lu Feng and Li Zhijun wore masks and hats, following behind from afar, pretending not to know each other.

The three entered the elevator one after another, arriving on the sixth floor.

Song Guanchao quickly found the room where the journalist was held, room number 6012.

He glanced around, saw Lu Feng and Zhijun pretending to make phone calls not far away, and raised his hand to knock lightly on the door.

Knock knock.

Soon after, footsteps sounded inside, the door opened, and a middle-aged man about six feet tall and in his forties stood at the door.

The middle-aged man took a look at the delivery person and turned back to call: "Old Yang, did you order takeout?"

"No." Another voice sounded inside, judging by the voice, it should be of a similar age as the middle-aged man in front.

The middle-aged man squinted, scrutinizing the delivery person.

No one ordered takeout, where did the delivery come from?

Sent to the wrong place?

That seems unlikely.

They were monitoring a female journalist now.

For any anomaly, they were extraordinarily alert.

"Young man, nobody ordered takeout. Did you deliver to the wrong place?" the middle-aged man asked, keeping his eyes fixed on Song Guanchao.

"Impossible." Song Guanchao feigned surprise, picked up the delivery, and checked the order number: "6012, the person who ordered has the surname Su. Isn’t it your room?"

"Surname Su?" The middle-aged man froze, his face turning unpleasant.

There was indeed someone with the surname Su inside; it was the female journalist.

But the journalist’s phone was under their surveillance, impossible to have any opportunity to order takeout.

Could it be that the journalist had another hidden phone?

"No Su here!"

The middle-aged man coldly said and was about to close the door.

Bang!

Song Guanchao blocked the door and said, "You haven’t taken the takeout yet."

"Told you it’s not our takeout!" The middle-aged man was impatient.

In the next instant, Song Guanchao suddenly pushed against the door.

The middle-aged man felt a force in his hand, got knocked back two steps.

He turned around only to see this tall delivery man rushing in, elbow enlarging rapidly in front of his vision.

Bang!

Song Guanchao struck him with his elbow on the temple, the middle-aged man’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed instantly.

Seeing him act, Lu Feng and Li Zhijun quickly stepped forward.

Meanwhile, Song Guanchao already entered the room.

It was a suite, with a living room outside and two rooms inside.

The living room was empty, the man who responded earlier was nowhere to be seen.

One door was tightly shut, while the other was open.

During his observation, Lu Feng and Zhijun had already come in.

Li Zhijun dragged the fainted middle-aged man aside, pulled out his shoelace, turned his hands over, and tied a knot on his wrist.

Song Guanchao gestured, and the two immediately understood.

Their division of labor was clear: Song Guanchao headed toward the closed room, Li Zhijun walked to the open room, Lu Feng went toward the noise in the bathroom.

The open room was empty, Song Guanchao pressed his ear to the closed door, listening to the movements inside.

Elsewhere, Lu Feng reached outside the bathroom, listened for a few seconds, heard a "mm" sound inside.

He knew this sound too well; someone was straining on the toilet.

He looked at Song Guanchao, their gazes met, and Song Guanchao signaled an attack.

Lu Feng grabbed the door handle, twisted hard, and pushed it open forcefully.

Almost simultaneously, Song Guanchao opened the door, followed closely by Li Zhijun rushing in.

A woman was sitting on the bed, her delicate face showing fear.

The journalist, Su Nanzhi, was imprisoned!

Song Guanchao had seen her photo, confirmed it was her.

Su Nanzhi instinctively leaned back, showing resistance and fear.

"Wanqiu sent me to save you," Song Guanchao quickly said.

Su Nanzhi froze, seemingly unbelieving, then displayed the joy of survival.

Just then, a scream sounded outside.

She thought the accomplices had arrived, and the joy that had just appeared vanished.

"Come with me." Song Guanchao turned to leave the room, seeing Lu Feng waving his hand by his nose, approaching: "Damn it, that guy was pooping, and it was messy, disgusting."

Li Zhijun burst into laughter, got glared at by Lu Feng, and suppressed his laughter back.

Su Nanzhi followed out of the room, still a bit nervous.

"Madman, take her down first."

"Okay." Seeing the beautiful woman, Lu Feng acted courteously: "Miss, come with me."

After they left, Song Guanchao pulled the tied-up man from the doorway, raised his hand, and slapped the man’s face hard.

Soon the middle-aged man opened his eyes.

Seeing the delivery man in front and another man with a helmet, the middle-aged man instinctively tried to get up, only to feel his hands restricted.

And in struggling, the thin shoelace tying his wrists almost cut into flesh, causing him to grimace in pain.

"I ask, you answer."

Song Guanchao pulled out a switchblade, flicked the blade out with a snap, his voice cold and emotionless like a killer: "Why do you want to transfer the woman?"