Very few people know about Canglong's special skill of flying knives, but those who know Canglong's special skill of flying knives only know that his right hand is the strongest, and in fact his left hand is the strongest. Apart from himself, this secret is No one knows the infinite bloody evolution.
The assassin of the temple died under Canglong's left hand. He was caught off guard. If he had known that Canglong's left hand was powerful, he might have been able to dodge a little, but he would also die without a doubt, because Canglong never missed with his left hand. It was his self-confidence. If it weren't for Wanwan, maybe he wouldn't have been injured.
Wanwan on the bed had fainted from fright. The assassin of the temple fell to the ground, blood pouring in from his wounds. If he hadn't been holding on, he might have died long ago. He stared at Canglong with twinkling eyes, and his whole body was covered with blood. They were all trembling, breathing became extremely difficult, and they were no longer as relaxed as before.
Canglong walked over slowly, ignoring his wounds, squatting in front of him with difficulty, and said: "You...should tell me something?"
Hearing this, the assassin suppressed the pain and smiled, handed the dagger in his hand to him and said: "Here...here...now...you...you are its owner, Take him...to take revenge..."
"Revenge?" Thinking of the special name of this knife, Canglong couldn't help but feel a little weird in his heart. He took the knife carefully and asked, "Say..."
The assassin held back and said: "Actually...actually...I am not a...free...free killer...the saints and... The reason why the other eight Templar Assassins...cannot kill...me, is...because...the... Assassins... ..."
He didn't have time to finish his last sentence, his face turned pale, and he finally took his last breath. He lost too much blood, which even a person who had undergone intense training could not bear, and his heart had been pierced. How could he survive like this? For a long time, it is still the result of a stronger will than normal people.
However, he died before finishing his last words, but Canglong's mind was filled with temptations. What on earth did he want to say? He seemed to want to tell Canglong that he betrayed the Vatican and was hunted down because someone was protecting him, but What Cang Long is curious about is, who or what force can pull out teeth from the tiger's mouth and go against a religious organization like the Vatican?
"Could it be..." Canglong had a bad idea, but at this time his vision became blurry, also due to excessive blood loss.
But he still stood up with difficulty and staggered to the bed. He sat on the bed and patted Wanwan's body carefully. She fainted and was still trembling. Canglong's hand touched her through the quilt. Wanwan was leaning against her ear, muttering something silently.
After persisting for about ten minutes, Canglong finally couldn't help but lie down on the bed. At this moment, his eyelids suddenly became as heavy as mountains. He just wanted to lie down in this strange but familiar place and have a good sleep, but he still He raised his hand and took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket, pressed one of the buttons, and then couldn't hold on anymore and passed out while holding Wanwan in his arms.
When Uncle Jia got the signal and came in, he saw bloodstains all over the room. The man lying on the ground had his heart pierced and his blood flowed neatly all over the floor. The bed was also full of bloodstains. Canglong's body was penetrated from behind. Two flying knives were shot out, and the flying knives pierced out of his chest and were firmly nailed into his body.
"Quick, pack everything up and send them to the 302 Hospital for rescue." Uncle Jia immediately ordered the people around him.
Several people in black suits quickly cleaned up everything. In less than a minute, Wanwan and Canglong were carried into the ambulance at the same time. They were driven to the 302 Hospital using the emergency channel under the guidance of the military vehicle. After the car left, a black SUV appeared at the door of the courtyard, and dozens of people wearing white protective clothing walked into the courtyard.
Ten minutes after they entered, the entire house was cleaned up when they came out, without any trace of blood. What they brought out was only a body bag. Without any stop, they disappeared into the Beijing traffic outside Nanchizi Street.
"Mr. Lin, the matter has been resolved. The assassin died, the killer was seriously injured, and Wanwan is in a coma. I checked that there should be nothing serious. Are we going according to plan?" Uncle Jia picked up the phone and reported to Lin Wanrou. .
On the other end of the phone, Lin Wanrou calmed down and her worries were gone. But now she was faced with a choice. This choice was about Canglong. Although it was a bit of a showdown, she had to do it because of this. It was her husband's order to die. This man threatened national security, which could not be exempted for personal reasons. It was not even a crime that Canglong could escape if he saved Wanwan.
"Secret treatment, secret detention, leaving him a way to survive." Lin Wanrou made the final decision because she couldn't make the move, not only because Canglong saved Wanwan again and again, but also because of a special emotion in her heart that wanted to survive.
"A way to survive?" Uncle Jia was a little confused, because the leader's order was to kill him completely when there was an opportunity without leaving a way to survive. This was not because they were repaying a favor, but because of the danger level of their Canglong. In the general situation, The Bureau is the highest special level, no one will leave such a person here.
"Yes, don't tell Lao Long about this matter. Just do what I want. I have my own plan." Lin Wanrou said seriously.
After hanging up the phone, Uncle Jia felt embarrassed. Lin Wanrou was not his direct boss, but his direct boss was Lin Wanrou's husband and Wanwan's father. This made him hesitate, but a few minutes later, he He picked up the phone and dialed the secret line: "Chief."
"Old Jia, what's the matter? You actually called me on a secret line." An old Shen's voice came from the phone.
"It's a matter between the young lady and Mr. Lin. The assassin is dead. The person who protected the young lady is the assassin from the Assassin League. Now he has been seriously injured and is being rescued in the special care unit of the 302 hospital." Lao Jia explained everything in detail. All were reported.
"Are you sure you can kill him?" The voice on the phone suddenly became serious.
Lao Jia was not surprised and said: "I'm sure. He lost too much blood. Even a strong person has absolutely no strength. Now even an ordinary person can kill him easily, but... ..”
"But what? Have you stayed with Wanrou for a long time, and you have become a bit shy? Lao Jia, you have been with me for more than 20 years, don't let me down." The voice on the phone became stern and heavy. Got up.
"I know that I am a soldier and it is my duty to obey orders, but Mr. Lin said that secret treatment and secret detention, I..." Lao Jia did not continue, just waiting for the voice on the other end of the phone.
Sure enough, there was silence on the other side, but after a while, his firm voice came again: "National interests are more important than anything else. We cannot let such a person stay in this country. I will leave this matter to you." Do it, you must not let the people in the 15th Military Intelligence Bureau know about it, understand? I need to be clean."
"I understand." After Lao Jia finished speaking, he hung up the phone and sighed again, but he knew that some things cannot be changed by personal feelings.
"Activate agents 068 and 069, targeting patients in the Third Special Care Unit of Hospital 302. There is no need to leave any clues." Uncle Jia said, got in the car, picked up the phone, dialed another number, and then hung up the phone.
However, he felt uneasy in the car, so he asked the driver to go to the 302 Hospital, preparing to watch in person to avoid any accidents.
When he arrived at the 302 Hospital, it was already twenty minutes later. He showed his ID, went through the security check and walked to the special care ward. When he arrived at the front desk, he suddenly heard several nurses talking anxiously. One of the words made Lao Jia's His face changed.
"This patient's blood is extremely rare, it is Rh-negative blood. There is not much of this kind of blood in the blood banks in Beijing, and it has to be matched. Maybe not one person out of a thousand people can be matched, unless they are direct relatives, only Immediate relatives have the highest probability. I heard from Dr. Li that all blood banks in Beijing are now matching each other. It is said that none of them are qualified. Now the hospital's top management is contacting the patient's family to find out who this person is. You can be admitted to the No. 3 Special Care Ward." the nurse said.
"By the way, how is that little girl? It's really distressing. She looks so pitiable." Another nurse was a little worried, but changed the subject.
"The girl is fine. The best psychiatrists in our hospital are already treating her. Now she has woken up, but she does not seem to be affected. It is said that someone did it to her at a critical moment when she suffered a severe blow. Psychological therapy, otherwise this child may be left with a shadow for the rest of his life."
Hearing this, Uncle Jia was worried and couldn't bear it. He suddenly understood why Canglong took so long after solving the assassin.
But when he thought about the blood type, he couldn't help but worry. Then he hurried to the attending doctor and got Canglong's medical records. He stared closely at the blood type column. When he saw the blood type, his face suddenly changed and he took it. The hands holding the patient were shaking.
"How, how is it possible, how is it possible?" His hand shook and the case fell to the ground. However, he hurriedly took out the mobile phone in his pocket and dialed Lin Wanrou's number.
"Lin...Mr. Lin, I...I...I found Haotian, I found him." Uncle Jia was so excited that he spoke incoherently.
"Haotian!!!" Lin Wanrou on the other end of the phone suddenly lost her voice. This was such a familiar name. In the past twenty years, she had thought about him day and night, and even thought he was dead.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Lin... Hurry up... Hurry up and call the chief to cancel the order. I'm confused, I'm confused..." Lao Jia kept blaming himself, "Haotian It’s that killer, that killer is Haotian, his blood type is exactly the same as yours, only direct relatives will have the same blood type, so he is your son, he is your son Long Haotian..."
"How...how could...how could it be him?" Lin Wanrou's face changed drastically as she was dealing with an international energy case on the other end of the phone, but she suddenly thought of something, "What did you just say?" ?What did you say, Lao Long gave an order? Didn’t I tell you not to tell him?"
"I...I...I..." Lao Jia didn't know what to do.
"Cancel the action immediately, cancel the action immediately. If anything happens to me, Haotian, I will let you all be buried with him." Lin Wanrou almost shouted her last words, and she no longer looked as dignified and virtuous as before.
"But the agents have been dispatched...I...no, I will stop them myself." After Uncle Jia finished speaking, he hurried to the ward.
However, when he came out, he happened to see a sneaky doctor coming out. He ran in and saw that the heart rate of the people in Special Care Ward No. 3 had stopped fluctuating. At that moment, Uncle Jia's face changed drastically and his vision went dark. Fainted.........