In the afternoon, the Beijing Airport Central Committee really looked down on Xie Wendong very much and specially prepared a special plane for him. It was not big, and could accommodate more than ten people, but in China at that time, it was already quite good and gave him a lot of face.

Xie Wendong came to the airport with Dongfang Yi and several strange black agents. Zhongshan put on a thin figure and straightened his waist. At the request of the person above, he specially brought a pair of sunglasses. After all, the news that the central government sent Xie Wendong away did not want to be leaked to the outside world. Once Japan found out, China would fall into extreme embarrassment. Xie Wendong's face was a little pale. It was time to leave, and when he was forced to leave, who would be in a better mood?

Dongfangyi comforted while walking: Forget it, the person above said that you still have the chance to return to China in a few years.

Your news is quite informative! Xie Wendong said sarcastically in secret, without any change on the surface, just nodded slightly and said nothing.

Dongfang Yi still said to himself: At that time, you were less than thirty years old, so you could start everything over again!

He said relaxedly! Xie Wendong sighed upwards, then lowered his head and was speechless.

While speaking, a group of agents walked out of the airport, looked at Xie Wendong and Dongfang Yi, nodded, and said: Mr. Xie, please. After that, regardless of whether Xie Wendong agreed or not, he took his arm and walked towards the passage into the plane. Dongfang Yi wanted to follow him, but was stopped by others, so arrogant that he didn't even look at him. He was a senior official in the Political Department. He had never suffered such a grievance. He had no expression on his face and said coldly: Do you know who I am?

No matter who it is, no one is allowed to enter without the approval of his superiors. In one sentence, Dongfangyi will be strong.

Xie Wendong was almost held hostage on the plane. Five or six burly men in black were also on board with him. Just by looking at the muscles that supported the clothes high, you knew that the people were all strictly trained special forces soldiers. It seemed that the central government did not want to give Xie Wendong a chance to escape. Xie Wendong had no intention of running away, so why should he wait until now? After getting on the plane, he sat on the chair, closed his eyes, and kept silent.

Through the glass window, Dongfang Yi looked at the slowly started plane and shook his head secretly. Xie Wendong, such a smart person, ended up today. As the saying goes, one mistake in one chess, the whole game will be lost. Xie Wendong's mistake is that he is too anxious and should not be in a hurry to kill the soul group. Once the soul group dies, Japan will post resentment to him alone. At the same time, he also loses the value that can be used by the government.

Dongfang Yi sighed in his heart. In the evening, he was about to fall asleep when he received a call from his subordinate, saying that something happened to the plane where Xie Wendong was riding was halfway. He was sleepy and almost turned off the bed after hearing this sentence, and asked loudly: What were you talking about?

Something happened to the plane! I heard that it seemed that an explosion occurred in a certain part of the fuselage on the way and the plane fell. Now, the central government is arranging people to clean up the wreckage.

Ah? Dongfang Yi opened his mouth wide and didn't say anything for a long time. After a while, he asked: Then...whether the person on the plane?

No one is spared!

Dongfang Yi was holding the phone stupidly. On the hot day, cold sweat made his pajamas wet on his back. He understood that the central government still hadn't let Xie Wendong go!

The wreckage of the plane was shattered, with scattered parts scattered all over the ground, mixed with burnt corpses, and the stinky smell spreads in the air, making people sniff and disgusting.

One of the corpses was burnt to a black dust, and the black Zhongshan suit could be vaguely identified from the clothes. The searchers also found the silver-wire and golden knife that Xie Wendong had been away from his wrist and regarded him as the second life. It is certain that this corpse was exactly what Xie Wendong did.

The news soon exploded in China and also reached the ears of Wendonghui, Beihongmen, Jin Peng, Jin Rong, Gao family and other sisters. People find it difficult to accept this fact. Those who care about him cry bitterly. Even those who don’t know him shook their heads and sighed. People in the underworld sighed that a generation of heroes fell. After learning about it, Xiang Wentian sighed to the sky and sighed, saying that they lacked one of the biggest enemies and one of the confidants who knew his heart best.

In the Wendonghui and Beihongmen, everyone is filial and sad, and the expression of sorrow falls on everyone's face.

Not long after, Jin Rong went abroad for further studies and seemed unwilling to stay in this sad place for an extra second.

After that, the two sisters of the Gao family also disappeared one after another, and no one had seen them again.

This is the story of Xie Wendong! In the suburb prison in J City, a middle-aged man in his fifties and half-white hair was muttering while smoking a cigarette. A group of young people in his twenties were squatting around him, listening to the stories he told intently. Xie Wendong died for a long time, but his name did not fade in people's minds. More people talked about him, and they were full of curiosity about his age, his deeds, what he did, and everything about him. There was something exaggerated and added fuel to the fire, describing Xie Wendong as a person who was close to God.

Could it be that he is really dead? At the end of the story, the young people still find it difficult to accept Xie Wendong's death. One of the clever young men asked in disbelief.

The middle-aged man's reflexive face changed drastically, and he grabbed the young man's neck like a nerve, his eyes widened like a copper bell, and his pale face that seemed to be transparent was about to be pressed on the young man's face, and he asked excitedly in a voice containing fear, disbelief, and a little inexplicably excited: What? What are you saying? He, Xie Wendong, are you still alive?

No, no... The violent reaction of the middle-aged man scared the young man, waved his hands repeatedly, and said in a panic: I, I don’t know, I just don’t believe that how could a person like him die like this?

Huh! The middle-aged man slowly let go of his palms as thin as a chicken claw, leaned against the wall, looked up at the sky and murmured: He is a human, not a god, he is just a bad guy...

The Pacific Ocean is an unknown island. It covers an area of ​​only tens of thousands of square meters, but the island is elegant, with spring all year round, green grass growing, and never fades all year round. In the evening, the sunset is setting, and the magnificent sea level is burning red, as if this island is the only one in the world. In the middle of the island, a majestic and luxurious villa is firmly erected. The white marble walls are as white as ivory, and the glazed bricks and tiles flash with bright colors under the sunlight, colorful and dazzling. When you stand, you feel like you are in a fairyland. The owner of the island bought it for 200 million US dollars. The price is not cheap, but he thinks it is worth the money.

On the beach, several cruise ships docked at the shore. On the beach, there was a chair under a huge sun umbrella. There was a person lying on it, with black hair that was covered with thick black hair that was slim past the tip of his eyebrows. He was bare-handed, with sunglasses in his eyes, and his mouth was filled with smoke rings. His raised legs crossed his legs from time to time shaking, feeling the baptism of the soft sea breeze in the evening and enjoying the warm sunset. His peaceful appearance may even be jealous of the gods.

Two girls walked not far away, wearing only three-point bikini, with their body and well-proportioned figures, and their skin was delicate and white like milk. The two looked very similar, they were both delicate and charming, and they were like fairies...

The two girls came to the man on the bedside, leaning on both sides of his shoulders without saying a word, and her happy smile was more beautiful and charming than the setting sun.

At this time, another girl walked out of the villa. Looking at the three people who were about to stick together by the sea, she shook her head helplessly, smiled, and shouted loudly: Let's have a meal!

The man on the bedside heard the shouts and finally opened his eyes, gently lifted the two girls on the left and right, stretched their waists long, and smiled and said: It's such a good sleep! Then, he rubbed his stomach and shrugged: I'm really hungry, Xiaoling is always so timely, haha.

What a beauty! The girl on the left hand frowned slightly and stroked her left and right arms. The man gritted his teeth in pain, turned over and stood up, and the sunglasses on his face also fell off, revealing a pair of narrow, curved, but bright eyes that were almost emitting light. He grinned: When can you change your problem?

I can't change it anymore. As the saying goes, I'm three years old, and I'm in my twenties now, so how can I change it?! The girl smiles cunningly, weirdly, and innocently, and straightforwardly.

The man looked at her opening and closing her rosy lips, and had the urge to go up and taste its fragrance, but he still held it back and said helplessly: Okay, I can't tell you, let's go, we'll go back to have a meal.

Today, Rongrong called and said that she would start holidays in a few days and asked you to pick her up.

Pick her up? The man patted his forehead and said with a sad face: It seems that the little trouble is coming again! His face is mourning, but his eyes are smiling.

Dingling! A pleasant ringtone rang. The man picked up the phone, looked at it, and said with a smile: You guys go back first, I will answer the phone. As he said that, he turned around and walked to the side.

The two girls smiled and said as they walked back to the villa.

The man answered the phone after seeing the second girl walking away, and his mouth slightly raised and his eyes narrowed, but the light emitted seemed as sharp as the substance. Brother Zhang, how are you doing?

The old man has solved it, and there are still some little kids below. Brother Dong, should I keep it?

Haha! Cut the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze will grow again!

Needless to ask, this person is Xie Wendong. He did not die. The person who boarded the plane that day was dead, but it was not him. You should still remember that the previous article mentioned that a person who looked very similar to Xie Wendong had received great kindness and was also terminally ill. That person exchanged his life for Xie Wendong's life.

The bad guy has almost finished writing this and it should come to an end. If everyone thinks this bad guy is acceptable, the bad guy will continue.
Chapter completed!