Chapter 1151: Pursuing a Thousand Miles (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  A group of black taxi drivers who colluded with each other were all knocked down, seven or eight people in total.

  Zhang Shidong had to be careful with every step, and even the slightest mistake could make him return empty-handed. The opponent's strength was undeniable, at least in terms of stealth and counter-tracking. The opponent could make Black Sheep and Mǐnuò's high-ranking personnel unaware of their presence beside Zhang Jun, which showed their actual strength.

  As for Chǔchǔ, Hei Yang, and others, they came to protect Zhang Shidong's family members, not to pay attention to the influence on other people's lives. When Zhang Jun stumbled into the apartment building with a young woman, arm-in-arm and drunk, Hei Yang saw it but didn't say anything. What could he say? Tell Zhang Shidong that his father was flirting with a young woman outside?

  In this case, Zhang Shidong had to rely on his own judgment and track down every detail to his satisfaction. In the black taxi that was hit, a thin man provided a clue.

  The town has not only some Xiali cars running long-distance, but also some three-wheeled motorcycles pulling small loads from the town to some villages with poor roads. The cheap price is their only market qualification.

  A thin man told Zhang Shidong that Old Jia was a tricycle driver, who was talkative and famous for being a gossip king. He hasn't seen the man you're looking for around here, go ask Old Jia, as long as it's a passenger taken away by a tricycle, he would know about it eight or nine times out of ten.

  It was much simpler to find Old Jia, Zhang Shidong turned a corner and stopped a three-wheeled motorcycle on another road. He asked for Old Jia, and the other party easily found him at the gathering point of the three-wheeled motorcycle waiting for work on the edge of the small town.

  Over fifty years old, with a mouthful of tobacco-stained teeth, and a loud laugh that greets everyone.

  "What do you want from me? I don't know you." Along with Old Jia's loud voice, the nearby tricycle drivers who were waiting for work all came over, as they usually looked out for each other while working together. Hearing Old Jia's cautious tone, they all gathered around, worried that he would be taken advantage of.

  Zhang Shidong took out 500 yuan from his pocket: "I'm here to ask for some information. Between 2:30 and 3:30 this afternoon, who pulled a man in a black windbreaker near the bus station? He's about 1.75 meters tall. If you can provide accurate information, this 500 yuan is yours."

  Rustling sounds rose, people inquired about physical characteristics and confirmed the time, but as soon as they heard the voice, it wasn't the target they were looking for.

  Old Jia frowned, looked at the 500 yuan, gritted his teeth, walked forward, pulled Zhang Shidong's sleeve, and waved to the side, indicating that you all shut up, this job is mine.

  He got on a three-wheeled motorcycle with a strong smell of gasoline, and Old Jia looked at the 500 yuan note greedily: "Is it really given?"

  "As long as the information is accurate, it will be given."

  "How do you know it's true or false? What if I'm deceiving you?"

  "You can't fool me."

  Lao Jia lit a cigarette, started the car and took Zhang Shidong to an old building area in the small town: "More than three o'clock, I brought someone here who looks like the person you mentioned."

  Zhang Shidong took a look at the surrounding street environment and was 90% convinced that it must have come from the bus station.

  "Continue."

  Old Jia drove to a clothing store with Zhang Shidong, where they sold cheap clothes. Zhang Shidong bought a suit and a pair of shoes. The business in the small town was not good, but when they met a generous customer who didn't haggle over prices, the owner and salesgirl remembered him clearly. When Zhang Shidong came back in the afternoon and said "I want another set of clothes and shoes like what my brother bought", the owner almost immediately retrieved an identical set for him and asked him to try it on.

  He took a few glances and remembered the style of the clothes, felt the sole pattern of the off-brand travel shoes, and Zhang Shidong directly threw 500 yuan to Old Jia: "Where did you take him?"

  Lao Jia pursed his lips and couldn't help but ask: "What do you do, I'm a law-abiding citizen, some..."

  Zhang Shidong didn't wait for him to finish: "Police." He pulled out a police officer's badge from his bosom. Old Jia had only seen it on TV, and only caught a glimpse of the two big characters "Public Security" before it flashed by. He nodded very honestly, said "oh", and then said: "I'm going to Gujiazhuang Village."

  "Take me there."

  On a rural road that had been crushed by a stone-laden truck, after bumping for twenty or so minutes, Old Jia stopped the car at the front of a small village about ten meters below the highway.

  "He got off right here, and I even asked him if he was visiting relatives, but he ignored me. This guy is a bit weird, he changed clothes in my car, and all the way, except for saying where to go, we didn't talk at all. When I said 30 yuan, he didn't even haggle."

  Through Old Jia's introduction, Zhang Shidong was almost certain that this was the person he was looking for. The standard was sufficient, and it was clear that the surrounding environment had been carefully explored. It was even possible that he was a local from the same province. He was very cold in nature, disliked interacting with people, and hadn't yet reached the pinnacle of being a master killer. He couldn't fully pull off disguising himself as a farmer or a worker; after some contact, people could spot the subtle differences.

  The sky darkened, the snow that had melted during the day refroze, and the damage to the village roads was not severe. Three tire tracks were very clear: cars on both sides and motorcycles in between, with footprints scattered around.

  Zhang Shidong thought for a moment, indicating that Old Jia could leave, standing still and looking at the ground. After more than ten minutes, he found half of a footprint, sparse and heading towards the village. Some were covered by other footprints, and some were covered by snow water splashed by passing cars, but every now and then, they could still be found.

  Taking advantage of the fact that it was not yet dark, Zhang Shidong walked a few dozen meters to the village entrance and then thought for a moment before quickening his pace to the only small grocery store in the village. He bought a box of the best Hard White Crane cigarettes there and asked around, as he had expected, without throwing away the old clothes, that man had come here to buy some water, bread, and sausage. Ninety percent of the consumers in the village's small grocery store were villagers, and the boss had a deep impression of the sudden arrival of a stranger.

  After getting out, Zhang Shidong took out his mobile phone and began to carefully view the detailed map on his phone. From several maps, he found three possibilities. At this time, he re-sent the video screenshot to Su Xixi, which was taken after getting off Lao Jia's car. The still picture of the bus station was also sent over, as well as the photos of the clothes and shoes he had just bought. Additionally, he sent over the facial features that Lao Jia had glimpsed. After Su Xixi restored them, although the face still didn't have very distinct features, it did show a rough outline - a round face with a big nose. Two photos were taken, one wearing a black leather jacket and the other wearing new clothes, clear enough for ordinary people to identify at a glance.

  He found a direction and Zhang Shidong chased after it. After traversing the Tubaoshan area for over ten minutes, he shook his head and returned, there were no signs on this road.

  The second road, after passing through a snow-covered farmland, found several obvious footprints on a small hill with many pine trees.

  After dark, the temperature dropped and the snow re-froze, but in rural areas without any obstructions, the wind was strong, and footprints on the snowy ground disappeared within minutes. This must have been why they chose to walk during this time period.

  Determine the target.

  Seeing these footprints, Zhang Shidong confirmed his target. A normal person wouldn't do this, and even some extremely vicious murderers couldn't be so cautious.

  Having determined this route, Zhang Shidong roughly confirmed the other party's goal and chased after them. Two hours later, he stood on the second-class highway from Pingjiang to Heisheng, going west to north. The other party made a large-scale transfer on foot in an area tens of kilometers away from Pingjiang City.

  Zhang Shidong could feel himself getting closer and closer to his opponent. The speed of the vehicle was not different when escaping, and when walking, he was confident.

  Looking at a real footprint on the muddy ground beside the road, Zhang Shidong took a photo with his mobile phone. The other party had left for less than twenty minutes.

  After sending it to Su Xixi, let her help retrieve the surveillance video on this road. A few minutes later, Su Xixi sent a text message that except for several entrances to large counties and cities with surveillance cameras, the rest including some speed measuring devices were damaged.

  Zhang Shidong couldn't help but admire the other party's luck. He had been waiting for the bus for over ten minutes, and suddenly the distance between them opened up again. Sitting in a high-priced taxi, Zhang Shidong sent the location of the footprints on the road to Su Xixi, along with a newly left brake print. After analysis, it was determined that the vehicle was similar in size to a box truck.

  Driving down the highway, the driver was also scared. The car radio was on, and from time to time, he chatted with the people in the convoy, reporting his location. Looking at the red old man's head passing by, he gritted his teeth and continued driving, telling himself not to stop until they reached a crowded area, and not to go to remote areas off the highway.

  A county town away from Pingjiang, Zhang Shidong got off and took a bus to a prefecture-level city near the grassland in He Province...

  The first day of entering the prairie...

  A gunshot rang out in a hair salon in the town, injuring a police officer who was there to crack down on prostitution and gambling. There were over ten police officers at the scene, but the perpetrator escaped...