In a certain neighborhood in New York, Long Island, the road is filled with NYPD police cars with flashing lights. A cordon is drawn in front of the Feng family villa. The dead and injured have been taken away by ambulances. Detectives from the local police station are taking notes on the Feng family's servants. Far away
Some Asian faces were looking around.
A Ford sedan with a government license plate drove up. Two men in plain clothes got out of the car, showed their FBI credentials, opened the cordon and walked into the villa yard. Because the case involved strictly controlled high explosives, the federal government
The Bureau of Investigation got involved.
"Rick, can you tell me what happened here?" The FBI agent put his hands on his hips and scanned the messy yard.
The sergeant of the local police station was an old acquaintance of him, and he gave a brief introduction: "C4, car bomb, done by an experienced hand, couldn't find any clues, the dead girl was a twenty-three-year-old girl who just came from China.
The person who lost his leg was the homeowner, a Chinese banker."
The detective asked: "This neighborhood seems to have become Chinatown, and there are Chinese people everywhere."
The police chief shrugged: "The people who live here are all rich people from China. You know, they buy houses with cash, no loans, no discounts."
There are countless violent cases that occur in New York every day. The explosion at Feng Yong's house is very difficult to detect and has been classified as a difficult case and has been put on hold for the time being.
No bones of his cousin's body were left. Feng Yong's legs were cut off at knee level. The tissue at the section was severely damaged. Blood vessels, nerves, tendons, and bones were all in a mess. The doctor said that the success rate of replantation of severed limbs was not high, so they could only consider installing prosthetic limbs. This meant that Feng Yong
Yong will never be able to run, jump or swim freely again.
In the intensive care unit of the hospital, Feng Yong was lying with a pale face and very listless. The door knocked softly, and his good brother Yao Guang came in. The moment he opened the door, Feng Yong saw at least four people standing outside.
Big bodyguard.
"Are you feeling better?" Yao Guang sat down in front of the hospital bed and tried to comfort Feng Yong, but his nose was sore first. Seeing that his good brother he had played with since childhood became a disabled person, no matter how strong his nerves were, he couldn't bear it.
live.
"It's not bad, but my legs are gone." Feng Yong patted the empty quilt below his knees with a bleak expression.
"Now that technology is advanced, I will install a titanium alloy one for you later. With the addition of a motor, it will run faster than Liu Xiang." Yao Guang forced a smile. "Originally, the boss wanted to see you. You also know that at his level, he has to go through a lot to go abroad.
Procedures, and besides, his situation is not good now. Going abroad at this time will inevitably make people gossip, so I have been appointed to see you."
"Second brother, find out who did it and kill him." Feng Yong said weakly, no longer as high-spirited as before.
"Must!" Yao Guang gritted his teeth, "If you think about it carefully, who is the most suspicious?"
Feng Yongqiang braced himself and combed through his enemies one by one. He thought it was impossible, and finally thought of Qingshi Hi-Tech.
"Could it be that An Xin found someone to do it? I can't see how vicious the little girl is!" Yao Guang took a breath of cold air.
Feng Yong said: "It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Ten years is not too late. Let's put this matter aside for now. What I'm worried about is that if my sister is gone, how will I explain it to my grandpa?"
My cousin is the daughter of Feng Yong's uncle. She just graduated from college and came to New York with her cousin to play. Unexpectedly, she passed away and fled to a foreign country. Her Weibo updates will always stop on that day.
"Today I went to watch a show on Broadway with my fat brother." These were my cousin's last words.
My grandpa is ninety-six years old this year. His granddaughter is the one who loves him the most. When he was hospitalized in 305, he used his tablet computer to read his granddaughter’s Weibo every day. There were no updates for several days. The old man asked the question urgently, fearing that he couldn’t hide it.
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"It is a great tragedy in life that a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift." Yao Guang felt uncomfortable in his heart. He knew Feng Yong's cousin, who was a very cute and well-behaved girl. This hatred must be repaid with blood.
The two were silent for a long time before Yao Guang stood up and left.
It was late at night, and Feng Yong fell asleep. In a trance, he found himself running naked on the streets of Manhattan, followed by a group of ferocious-looking killers, armed with knives, axes and firearms. He was sweating profusely and suddenly emerged from his dream.
When I woke up, I saw a man in a white coat and a mask standing at the bedside with a syringe in his hand, a pair of blue eyes cold and ruthless.
Feng Yong reacted immediately and shouted for help. The bodyguards outside broke the door and rushed in, but the killer was nowhere to be found.
The bodyguard looked at the window, then went downstairs to pursue him. Another bodyguard quickly moved Feng Yong's bed.
Five minutes later, the police arrived at the scene, followed closely by the detective. The syringe left at the scene contained an alkaloid that could create the illusion of death from heart failure. This poison was a product developed by the CIA in the 1970s.
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Feng Yong's life was in danger, but the killer continued to fulfill the contract. The United States was no longer safe. Yao Guang quickly contacted a private plane and sent Feng Yong back to China from New York. He lived in the high-level building of the military hospital with sentries standing guard.
, outsiders cannot come in at all, and a team of experts is studying a prosthetic plan for him.
In the ward, Feng Yong was reading the Nasdaq index on a tablet computer. Yao Guang opened the door and came in. He was dusty and couldn't hide his tiredness: "Third brother, the murderer has been found."
"Who is it?" Feng Yong's breathing became rapid.
"The New York Police Department didn't care about the matter at all, and the FBI didn't bother to get involved. I spent a lot of money to hire the best private detective in New York. This guy used to be a senior official in the Department of Homeland Security. Without further ado, I finally got a clue. The murderer is
Former CIA agent Salim Carlos is best at using car bombs, and he has always been in contact with Xia Qingshi. I have reason to believe that the instigator is Xia Qingshi!"
Yao Guang vowed, but Feng Yong couldn't believe it: "Impossible! Isn't Xia Qingshi dead?"
"It's true that he is dead, but dead people can kill people. Just a few days before your accident, Shu Fan encountered a car accident. Of course, it has nothing to do with us, but Xia Qingshi can set a trigger condition. As long as her daughter is out of the car,
An accident could cost us our lives."
Feng Yong had no legs, otherwise he would have jumped up on the spot: "Fuck, can you still do this? It's a injustice for me to have my leg broken, and it's an injustice for my sister to die... No, how can I pay for Xia Qingshi's death? He
Aren’t you afraid that the killer will take the money and run away?”
Yao Guang said: "This kind of professional killers have a sense of honor and are dedicated to their work."
Feng Yong was extremely frustrated: "According to what you said, I can't find anyone to take revenge. I can't go dig up Xia Qingshi's tomb and whip his corpse."
Yao Guang smiled grimly: "A monk who can escape cannot escape from the temple. Xia Qingshi is dead, but his woman and daughter are not dead. His company is still there. Originally we just wanted to make some money, but now we have to change our plan."
Feng Yong said: "Yes, I still have to get Qingshi Hi-Tech."
Yao Guang said: "It's not our fault, it's Xia Qingshi who went too far."
After all, the death of his cousin was not concealed. After Feng Yong's grandfather learned the sad news that his granddaughter died tragically and his grandson was seriously injured, he suddenly became ill and was sent to the emergency room. His life was in critical condition and he relied on various instruments to maintain him. The doctor said the situation was very serious.
It's not ideal. The old man has suffered a huge psychological blow, and I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for long.
Feng Yong came to visit his grandfather in a wheelchair. The grandfather and grandson chatted for half an hour. After Feng Yong left, the old man's mood fluctuated greatly. He called his secretary to him and pointed to the red telephone on the table in the corner.
That night, the old man died at the age of ninety-eight due to failure of various organs and ineffective resuscitation.
One day later, the obituary was broadcast on Xinwen Network, and a memorial service was held at Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery. Many old comrades came to bid farewell, and central leaders sent wreaths and elegiac couplets.
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Qingshi Hi-Tech, An Xin was presiding over a meeting to discuss the construction of a battery production base in Nantai Industrial Park, Jiangbei. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and several public security officers walked in, showing their arrest warrants and arresting them on suspicion of commercial crimes, contract fraud and other crimes.
An Xin was arrested.
An Xin sat firmly on Mount Tai and ordered She Xiaoqing: "Call the lawyer."
"Let's fight again when we get to the police station." The policeman roughly picked up Anxin and handcuffed her to take her away. Everyone in the conference room stood up and blocked the way, asking to see the policeman's ID and to wait for the lawyer.
Let’s talk about it when we get here.
The police were not rude and seemed to be waiting for something.
The door opened, and Xia Baishi walked in accompanied by An Jie, arrogantly saying: "What are you making! Whoever makes the fuss will be fired! Do you still have laws in your eyes? An Xin is suspected of commercial crimes and is no longer suitable to be the president of Qingshi Hi-Tech.
I announce her dismissal from all positions."
She Xiaoqing said angrily: "Who do you think you are? Why do you dismiss Mr. An from his post?"
Xia Baishi tilted his head: "Xiaojie, tell her."
An Jie said: “Mr.
She Xiaoqing said: "Then you initiate it and see how many shareholders support you."
Xia Baishi sneered, Anjie snapped his fingers outside, and a group of people poured into the corridor, all in suits and leather shoes, looking sanctimonious.
An Jie said: "All the major shareholders of Qingshi High-tech are here, and legal documents can be issued at any time."
She Xiaoqing still wanted to argue, but An Xin advised her: "Xiaoqing, stop talking, it's too late."
An Xin understands what happened. The attitude of the senior management towards Qingshi Hi-Tech has changed and they no longer support her. In other words, private enterprises are like pigs in a pig pen and fat on the chopping board. They can be slaughtered and cut whenever they want.
If someone really wants to touch you, you have no chance to resist.
The police took An Xin away. Xia Qingshi walked to the end of the conference table and sat down, adjusting his tie reservedly.
An Jie looked at She Xiaoqing and said coldly: "You have been fired. Go to the accounting department to calculate your salary."
She Xiaoqing took a few steps back: "You, you, you!" Her face turned red with anger and she was speechless. She suddenly took off her high heels and threw them at them. Anjie quickly dodged them and shouted: "Security!"
Two security guards walked in. They were not familiar faces. Before they knew it, Xia Baishi had infiltrated the company like a sieve.
She Xiaoqing was dragged out, and many employees loyal to An Xin were also dismissed at the same time. Liu Handong's position was naturally wiped out. The principal of the Transportation College can no longer be his, and he is no longer the general manager of the taxi company. Even Huang Hua
The housing allocated by the community company was also taken back.
With the strong support of major shareholders, Xia Baishi took charge of Qingshi High-tech. His first order was to cut off Shu Fan's supply of living expenses and let her return to China for treatment.