Zheng Jiayi's reaction was very quick. She immediately hit the brakes and opened the door, ready to jump out of the car and escape. However, the black hole in the man's hand made her give up the idea.
"Stop! Backoff!" This thin man with a sour smell actually spoke English, with a stiff pronunciation and a strange accent, just like the broken English conversation recited by junior high school students in northern rural areas during morning self-study.
He was holding a gun in his hand, with the nose of the gun wide open. Zheng Jia had seen a similar pistol from his father's security guard when he was a child, and knew that it was a May 4th-style pistol. One shot could kill someone.
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"Don't be impulsive, I'll do as you're told." Zheng Jiayi wisely chose to cooperate, speaking perfunctory English while reversing the car slowly. At this moment, she hoped that the traffic police investigating drunk driving would find something wrong and rush over to rescue her, but the traffic police clearly knew
I saw her reversing the car, but I didn't chase her.
Zheng Jiayi did not take into account another factor. She was driving an expensive Range Rover, with a market price of more than two million, and the license plate number was in the provincial party committee's special number section. Even if the traffic police guessed that she might be suspected of drunk driving, they would not pursue her seriously.
While she was blowing the breathalyzer.
The black Range Rover crossed the double yellow line and turned around and drove back. Zheng Jia held the steering wheel and tried her best to stay calm. She talked to the robber in English and persuaded him not to mess around. She was willing to give him her wallet and car.
"Quiet, drive your car." The robber closed his pistol and hammer, looking tired and in pain.
"Where are you from? You speak English very well. Can you speak Mandarin?" Zheng Jiayi continued to strike up a conversation, trying to dispel the other party's hostility.
"I'll say it again, shut up." Although the robber's English pronunciation is not standard enough, his command of words is quite large, which makes Zheng Jiayi even more puzzled. His image does not look like a Southeast Asian, but more like a simple person from northern China.
Farmers, are they migrant workers who failed the college entrance examination and joined the construction industry? They killed and absconded out of anger because of the malicious non-payment of wages by their foreman. They speak English to avoid their accent revealing their identity information? No, if you speak English well, don't you know how to speak Mandarin?
Zheng Jia was thinking wildly all day long, driving the Range Rover forward. The speed increased to 30 miles, and the car door automatically locked again. The sound of locking the door startled the robber, who asked: "What are you doing?"
"I didn't do anything. I'll take you wherever you want to go." Zheng Jiayi explained. Her calm attitude reassured the robber. She took out a wrinkled atlas from her arms and flipped through it.
: "Go north, cross the bridge."
As soon as Zheng Jia reached the intersection and turned left to drive north, she guessed the robber's intention. Fuqian Street is located in the north of the city. The most convenient way out of the city is to cross the Huaijiang Bridge to the north and arrive at the sparsely populated North Bank New Town.
The place is naturally the most favorable to robbers.
The female driver's cooperation satisfied the robber. He put the pistol on his lap and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."
A siren sounded, and several police cars roared past. The robber squinted his eyes and remained unmoved. His mental quality seemed to be good.
Soon we arrived at the approach of the Huaijiang Bridge. The intersection lights flashed, and more than a dozen special police officers guarded the intersection and inspected the vehicles. The robber whispered: "Turn around and go back."
The road was blocked, so Zheng Jia had no choice but to drive the Range Rover around aimlessly in the city. Suddenly, her cell phone rang. It was her grandma. She originally agreed to go to the supermarket to buy something and then go back in ten minutes, but now she was delayed at least.
half an hour.
Zheng Jiayi raised her cell phone: "This is a call from home."
The robber nodded and suddenly switched to broken Mandarin: "Don't talk nonsense, I understand."
"Grandma, I bought some more things and will go back soon." Zheng Jiayi said briefly and hung up the phone.
The robber asked: "Who is in your home?"
"There are...grandparents." Zheng Jiayi hesitated, vaguely guessing the robber's intention.
She guessed correctly, and the robber said, "Go to your house!"
Zheng Jia forced herself to drive back. She was thinking nervously along the way, thinking about how to get rid of the robbers, but the pistol on the man's knee made her dare not take risks.
The robber's left hand kept pressing on his waist. The lights in the car were dim and he couldn't see clearly, but there was a faint smell of blood.
"You were shot." Zheng Jiayi said.
"Yes, I was hit, but I'm not a bad person. I just don't want to be caught and deported. Your policemen shot without explanation." The man said. His choice of words made Zheng Jiayi even more confused as to why.
Deportation, why "your police."
The man's eyes wandered around the car, he found the cigarette lighter, pressed it to heat it, and then pressed it on the wound on his waist. The fiery red heating wire burned the wound, giving off the smell of burnt flesh. The man snorted and cursed.
: "Siba!"
Zheng Jiayi once worked in Seoul for a period of time and could speak fluent Korean. She tried to communicate with the other party in Korean: "Are you Korean?"
"Yes, I am a North Korean defector." The man also spoke Korean and took out a photo to show to Zheng Jia. The photo showed a family of three. The man was wearing folk clothes, the woman was wearing a dark blue skirt, and the child was wearing white.
Wearing a shirt, blue trousers, and a red scarf, it looks like a Chinese family photo taken in the 1980s.
"Where are they?" Zheng Jiayi immediately thought of horrific words such as purges, concentration camps, and dog executions.
"Dead." The man replied dryly and put away the photo.
After a moment of silence, Zheng Jiayi's car drove into the courtyard of the Provincial Party Committee's family members and parked at the door of his garage, but did not move. The man noticed Zheng Jiayi's hesitation and turned the pistol over and handed it over: "Thank you.
, I have no ill intentions, I will hide for a while and then leave."
Zheng Jia took the gun, opened the garage with the remote control, and slowly drove the car in. The man got out of the car, and his clothes were soaked in blood.
"I'm sorry to bother you. If possible, I would like some bandages and preferably some anti-inflammatory medicine." The man said, "By the way, my name is Cui Zhenghao."
"You wait." Zheng Jia pressed the remote control to lower the garage rolling shutter door, went out from the inner door, walked to the door of the house, took a deep breath, took out the key, opened the door, and entered the house.
"Why have you been here for so long? Where are the things you bought?" Grandma Pan asked. The old man was sitting on the couch watching TV. Liu Xiaoyong was sitting on the single sofa, with his waist straight. The heating in the room was full, and the TV
A cheerful New Year's program was played in the room, and the smell of food wafted from the kitchen, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Zheng Jia was so shocked that she forgot to take the things she bought from the supermarket. She was about to go back to get them when suddenly the door opened and Liu Handong and Ma Ling walked in.
The elderly like to be lively. Liu Handong and Ma Ling often come here to have a meal. Unexpectedly, they meet Zheng Jiayi. Liu Handong greets her warmly: "When did Sister Zheng arrive? Is the business not busy? Can't we leave after the New Year?"
Zheng Jiayi had no intention of talking nonsense with him, so she nodded slightly and entered the study.
Liu Handong was a little embarrassed, but Ma Ling gloated: "I asked you to strike up a conversation, you must have hit an iceberg."
"I'm just being polite." Liu Handong defended.
With a "bang" sound, the study door closed. Zheng Jia turned on the desk lamp, picked up the telephone on the table, pressed the three numbers 110, and then pressed the spring, her heart was beating loudly.
She didn't know whether to report the crime or not, and was extremely conflicted.
Snow began to fall in the sky again, and Ma Ling said to Liu Handong, please drive the car to the warehouse and don't freeze the wiper blades.
There was a remote control for the garage door on the shoe cabinet. Liu Handong took it and left. He went out and got into his Passat. He used the remote control to open the door. When the rolling shutter door slowly rose, he saw a car parked inside, and there seemed to be a black shadow.
flash.
"There's a thief!" Liu Handong immediately got out of the car and walked over.
Zheng Jiayi in the study was hesitating whether to call the police. Suddenly he saw the dazzling car lights outside and heard the sound of the rolling shutter door of his garage rising. He felt that the secret passage was not good, so he hurried out.
Liu Handong walked into the garage and shouted: "Come out! Don't let me do it."
A black figure swooped over, and the fists came like a storm. Liu Handong blocked it in a hurry, and took seven or eight steps back. He felt that the opponent's moves were very familiar. When Ma Ling fought with him, he often focused on his legs and used both fists and feet.
It was fast and continuous, but Ma Ling's arms and legs didn't hurt when he was hit. This guy's arms were as hard as iron rods, and Liu Handong's two forearms were numb after just a few moves.
But Liu Handong soon discovered that the opponent was too weak to maintain such a high-intensity attack. He bullied him and used his tallness to protect the opponent. He punched and punched hard. The two of them were fighting.
Liu Handong accidentally discovered a wound under the opponent's ribs and hit him hard. The pain caused the kid to groan and curl up, unable to resist anymore.
Liu Handong got up, raised his foot and kicked hard. After kicking twice, he suddenly heard someone shout: "Stop hitting."
I turned around and saw Zheng Jiayi.
"When a thief breaks into the house, he must be punished with death." Liu Handong took out his mobile phone and wanted to call 110, but found that the screen of his mobile phone was broken. He must have been punched during the fight.
"Damn, this guy's fists are really strong!" Liu Handong spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, rummaged around, found a shovel, picked it up with his toes, and prepared to swing it over his head, completely destroying her.
"Stop fighting!" Zheng Jiayi actually took out a gun and pointed it at Liu Handong tremblingly.
Liu Handong was puzzled. Could it be that this is a wild man raised by Zheng Jia? It doesn't look like it. Miss Zheng's style is not so low, so why is she pointing a gun at herself? Besides, ladies shouldn't use the word "five-four".
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"Don't get excited, why don't you let me fight?" Liu Handong dropped the shovel, slowly walked towards Zheng Jiayi, and snatched the gun away. Suddenly, he saw Zheng Jia's face with a look of fear on her face, her pupils reflected in the reflection.
Someone stood up behind me.
Liu Handong turned around quickly, opened the hammer with his thumb, opened the safety, and pulled the trigger.
There was a "click" sound, it was an empty gun, no bullets.
The man's face was bloody and he stared at Liu Handong. The wound on his ribs was bleeding continuously. He staggered for two steps and fell to the ground.
Liu Handong looked at Zheng Jiayi: "Did you bring it?"
Zheng Jiayi said nothing, walked over and pressed the button, and the rolling shutter door slowly lowered.
"It's a long story, he's not a bad person, save him." Zheng Jiayi said sincerely, looking at Liu Handong with shining eyes.
A hero is sad to be a beauty! Liu Handong muttered secretly. He pressed the button and the rolling door stopped falling. He got out and took a first aid kit from his Passat. He lowered the door, checked the wounded, and simply bandaged them. Except for the injuries caused by his own beating,
In addition, there was a gunshot wound under the ribs, and the bullet was still in the body.
"I can't handle the gunshot wound, so I have to send him to the hospital," Liu Handong said.
"No, we can't send him to the hospital!" Zheng Jia shook his head.
"Then he must die!" Liu Handong said tit for tat.
"Don't you all in society have private doctors who can treat knife and gunshot wounds? Anyway, if you think of a way, you must not send him to the hospital." Zheng Jiayi was very determined.
"Who told you that I am a promiscuous person and that I am the president of a university, okay?" Liu Handong laughed angrily. Did the social experience of the eldest daughter of the Zheng family come from movies?
Suddenly there was a knock on the door: "Liu Handong, why don't you come up when the meal is ready? What are you doing in the garage?" It was Ma Ling's voice, with a mocking and sour tone.