The Amazing son in law Chapter 6411

“Understood, sir! I’ll track his location right away!” Hank responded without hesitation. “He’s likely to head back to Anjia’s general aviation company first, so I’ll take a team there to investigate!”

“Alright!” Howard said through clenched teeth. “If I find any evidence linking the An family to this incident, I will demand an explanation from them!”

Hank quickly agreed, and as soon as he hung up, he sprang into action, mobilizing several helicopters on standby and making his way to Anjia’s general aviation company.

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At that moment, within one of the helicopter hangars of the General Aviation Company, Chen Zhimin was monitoring the flight software. He saw that the business jet he had reserved had taken off successfully and was en route to Eastcliff. He then retrieved a specially designed fuel supply pipe for refueling the small helicopter with aviation gasoline from the hangar’s side.

Dragging the fuel supply pipe over to the helicopter, he opened the cabin door and pulled the pipe into the cockpit.

Once seated, Chen Zhimin secured the fuel supply pipe under his feet.

He then lifted Seanbo’s body, placing it in the seat, and carefully positioned Seanbo’s head back onto his severed neck.

From his pocket, he pulled out an elegant Dunhill lighter, holding it in one hand while reaching for the fuel supply switch with the other, poised as if waiting for a signal.

Ten minutes later, the sound of helicopters filled the air.

Upon hearing the noise, Chen Zhimin activated the fuel supply switch, and a torrent of aviation gasoline surged into the cabin, drenching both the interior and himself, along with Zhong Yongbo’s body.

Just then, the hangar door burst open. Hank, leading a group, rushed in, gun drawn, aiming at the helicopter’s cabin. “Chen Zhimin, Zhou Peter! I see you! Raise your hands immediately! Otherwise, I will shoot!” he commanded.

Chen Zhimin cracked the cabin door open slightly, and a stream of aviation gasoline flowed out onto the ground. With a mocking tone, he shouted, “If you dare, go ahead and shoot! It’s all aviation gasoline; shoot and we’ll all go up in flames together!”

Realizing the liquid spilling from the cabin was flammable and explosive, Hank and his team’s expressions shifted dramatically, prompting them to step back hastily. “Chen Zhimin, you’re the son-in-law of the An family, a man of status. You can’t possibly kill yourself over an antique dealer!” Hank shouted.

Chen Zhimin replied with contempt, “Anjia? Do you really think I’m doing this for them?”

Hank, following the script provided by Charlie Wade, feigned surprise. “But you’re the An family’s son-in-law! If you’re not working for them, who else would you be working for?”

With disdain, Chen Zhimin retorted, “You, a mere dog slave to Howard Rothschild, don’t seem to understand the real situation. Why don’t you go back and ask your master if he knows about the Qing Dynasty Meeting?”

“The Qing Dynasty Meeting?!” Hank exclaimed, having never heard of it before. “What is that?”