President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Bao Sibai's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said a few short words, but it was like a heavy hammer that hit his heart unexpectedly.

The boundless chill suddenly spread.

"Hello? Young Master Bo, are you still listening?" The policeman on the other end of the phone asked again before waiting for an answer.

Bao Sibai's heartstrings were plucked fiercely, his Adam's apple rolled, and he still opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, "Where's the address?"

"In the seaside warehouse in the east of the city, No. 3, Lane 345." The policeman replied.

"Keep everyone still until I come over!"

Bao Sibai hung up the phone, kicked the accelerator, and the black Maybach was like lightning, speeding forward in the night.

It used to take two hours to drive from the resort to the abandoned warehouse, but Bao Sibai arrived in less than an hour at a speed of [-] yards.

Wrapped in frost all over his body, he walked to the warehouse door sealed by the yellow cordon.

"Young Master Bo, we have followed your instructions and have not touched anything at the scene. Do you want to go in and have a look now?" The policeman wearing disposable gloves came over and asked in a deep voice.

Bao Si Bai nodded.

The policeman turned sideways to make way for him.

The warehouse door was ajar and had to be pushed open to see what was inside.

But at this moment, Bao Sibai's hand weighs like a thousand catties!

He couldn't even push the warehouse door that a five-year-old could push open.

Probably the police saw his deep powerlessness, so they took the initiative and pushed the warehouse door open.

The scene in the warehouse was instantly reflected in Bao Si Bai's pupils.

It was a messy scene. A chair was placed in the open space in the middle of the warehouse. The familiar woman lowered her head and had already lost her vitality.

And under her body, there is a pool of blood like a lake, which is shocking!

Bao Si Bai stepped over and finally saw the face clearly.

After careful identification, he realized that this almost disfigured face belonged to Ye Rong.

Looking further down, it was a wound on the chest, where the bullet sank into the heart, leaving a bloody hole.

Ye Rong's expression was forever frozen in horror and disbelief.

"Where's the murderer, have you caught it?" Bao Si Bai stared at Ye Rong for a while, and finally asked in a low voice and indifferently.

The police stepped forward, "At present, it is initially believed that your wife did it, but we..."

Before he finished speaking, Bao Sibai grabbed the policeman by the collar and lifted him off the ground with one hand!

The veins twitched on the forehead, and every word, even the punctuation mark, was full of murderous intent, "It can't be her, she can't do such a thing!"

"Squad!" The little policeman next to him became anxious when he saw his boss being treated like this.

He yelled at Bo Si Bai with red eyes, "Why is it impossible? We found your wife's fingerprints on the gun we found at the scene, and the size of the bullet is exactly the same as the caliber of the gun."

"If she killed it, why did you keep the gun? She's not a fool!" Bao Si Bai still didn't believe it.

But then, the little policeman gave another fatal blow.

"She must have run too hastily, that's why she lost the gun. We have sent people to the hospital to look for her. She has already fled in fear of crime!"

what? !

Bao Si Bai felt as if he had received a slap in the face, unconsciously losing strength from his hands.

His tall and straight figure swayed, the long business negotiations, coupled with the great grief now, finally made him unable to hold on, his eyes darkened, and he passed out directly!