"Without a doubt, this is the most horrific crime of this century."
The beautiful host on the TV screen said solemnly, "The chairman's son Liu Zhenqing was killed yesterday in the Qixin Cafe on Dalan Street, Beihuan 3rd Road. It is said that relevant evidence shows that the person who killed Liu Zhenqing was a young murderer.
At present, the murderer has been captured and further investigation is pending..."
Liu Zhenqing looked at the news on the screen and was stunned for a long time. Not long after he walked out of Liu Zhenqing's ward, the doctor confirmed again and again that Liu Zhenqing had been dead for a long time.
The blacksmith and the ghost hand stood on both sides of the chairman. The chairman was a talkative person and maintained a good mental state all the time. However, today he was in a low mood. You know, when the big earthquake broke out, although the chairman was in a good state of mind day and night,
Although he works hard, he is still full of energy and has never been so lost. For people like him, there are only two possibilities for loss, that is, the spiritual pillar has been destroyed. As long as the spiritual pillar is still there, no matter how miserable a person is,
No matter how tired he is, he can still laugh, but once his energy is broken... there will be nothing left.
"Chairman, please forgive me." The most senior blacksmith stepped forward and said harmoniously, "The deceased is dead. I believe that the young master would not want to see you like this even under Jiuquan."
The chairman looked lonely and didn't hear the blacksmith's words at all. He quietly walked to the desk and sat down. He only uttered one word in his eyes, "Kill!"
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When Ling Jie woke up, he was already in a strange room, and Feng Mang was also there. As for where Feng Mang came from, he didn't know.
There was an old man sitting opposite him, and a woman was sitting on the old man's back. The two of them were doing that, and around them were twenty young men in black. At first, Ling Jie didn't know what was happening.
Something happened. When the old man told him what happened, Ling Jie suddenly jumped up from his seat, "This is impossible, I have never done such a thing, not at all."
"I've shown you all the evidence. It's irrefutable. No matter how much you cry out for injustice, it's useless."
Ling Jie and the old man argued for a long time, but no matter what, the old man insisted that he killed Liu Zhenqing. In fact, after seeing all the evidence, Ling Jie himself had to admit that it was too true, it was perfect.
.It seems that it is useless to talk any more. The solution now is to escape first and save your life!
Later, Ling Jie begged the old man to let him go back to Jinan first, and he would prove that he was wronged!
She originally thought that he would let her go back to Jinan, but after hearing what the old man meant, Ling Jie knew that he was determined to eat him today, so he said: "This doesn't seem to be the place to consider the problem, I want to go back to Jinan first.
"
"If we were in Jinan, I think I would seriously consider your request, because in Jinan, you are a wolf." The old man smiled faintly, grabbed the woman's hair under his crotch, lifted her aside, and continued
He said: "We are in Beijing now. You are no longer a wolf, you are a sheep, and I am a wolf. The sheep negotiate terms with the wolf. Don't you think this joke is too big?"
"I think it is necessary for you to speak clearly. It seems that you said at the beginning that the person who killed Liu Zhenqing was not me, but the person behind the scenes." Ling Jie smiled proudly and said, "The reason why I said that is,
It’s not fear, but it’s reminding you of a fact, the fact you once said.”
"I thought you would agree to my request and reveal the mastermind behind the scenes, but I was wrong." The old man looked at Ling Jie intently and said slowly: "There is an old saying in our country, you can correct your mistakes if you know them, and there is no great improvement!
Now that I know I was wrong, I have to change it, so I might kill you."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, all the twenty or so men in black suits in the room took out the pistols in their arms and pointed their guns at Ling Jie and Feng Mang.
"Are you sure you can kill me?" Ling Jie smiled. Although he could not kill the Chairman, it would not be that easy for the Chairman to kill him. If he did not have the ability to kill himself, he would not bring Feng Mang to Beijing.
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Feng Mang also smiled. Although he did not have a gun, and although someone else was holding a gun to his forehead, Feng Mang still believed in the knife in his arms. He had just practiced the sword technique, and there was no way he would die before he used it.
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"I'm sure I can kill you." The old man smiled helplessly and said: "I know a lot about you, including that you can dodge bullets. Although I think that is a bit impossible, I still believe that you can.
This ability."
Ling Jie said nothing. He and Feng Mang were already highly concentrated.
"The twenty people in this room are indeed no match for you, but the five hundred people and five hundred guns downstairs, do you think they can kill you?"
Ling Jie's heart sank after hearing this. This old man is so damn unkind. A person with such a prominent status (he can come forward in place of the chairman, regardless of his status), can actually tell lies? Helpless,
Ling Jie could only breathe out quietly and said: "As long as you don't kill me, I can agree to anything. After all, life is more important than anything else."
"Yes, but it's a pity that you said it too late. By the time you killed Liu Zhenqing, it was already too late." The old man nodded and said, "If you had said this earlier and proved that it was of your own free will, I would have let you go.
, It’s different now, now you are forced, if I don’t kill you, you will definitely not keep your promise.”
"Even if you can kill me, you will still die." Ling Jie had no choice but to fight out today.
"If I'm not a threat to you, you will never kill me." The old man smiled very happily and said: "I don't have kung fu, and I can't play with guns. I can only play with women, so I will never
If I pose a threat to you and use the strength to kill me to escape, wouldn't the chance be greater?"
"You are very smart." Ling Jie nodded and said, "You can go and take your woman with you. Since the battle has begun, please tell the chairman for me. If I, Ling Jie, do not die, I will definitely prove it.
Show him I didn’t kill his son.”
"Haha! It's better to say it than to do it. When you get out, prove it to him yourself!" The old man tied his pants leisurely and said: "If you can get out today, a ridiculous myth will be born on the earth.
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Ling Jie didn't speak again. He was waiting for the opportunity to take action. The twenty men in this room were obviously masters. Judging from the position where they stood and the distribution of their hands, it was clear that among twenty people, there was no difference between them.
The distance was exactly the same, and nineteen of them had their guns pointed at Ling Jie.
The woman who was being played by the old man saw that a gunfight was about to happen. She was quite angry and picked up her underwear on the ground. She was about to put it on, but after thinking about it, she gave up and threw it away. She didn't know whether the woman did it intentionally or not.
, the underwear was actually thrown on a man's face, and the man blinked his eyes depressedly.
There was absolutely no better opportunity than this. Ling Jie exerted force on his feet, and his body instantly retreated. He grabbed a man and blocked it in front of him, and then pulled out the dragon-slaying knife.
When Feng Mang saw Ling Jie's body suddenly tense up, he knew that Ling Jie had taken action. He suddenly turned his head away from the gun pointed at him and pulled out the knife.
A sword skill that can kill is a good sword skill! Ling Jie and Feng Mang used both swords at the same time. In an instant, snow and rain flew, gunshots were heard loudly, and in just two seconds, all the men in the room were spared.
, all lying on the ground quietly with their frightened eyes open.
Before the old man walked out of the room, he turned around and looked at the man lying on the ground, then looked at Ling Jie and Feng Mang, and cracked his mouth. He didn't know whether he wanted to speak or laugh. Anyway, he didn't say anything after all.
Words come.
Ling Jie and Feng Mang simply ignored the old man's existence. As the old man and the woman left in fear, Ling Jie stood at the window, opened the curtains and looked outside. There was no one on the street that was crowded just now.
Even the stores on the entire street have quietly closed their doors.
The whole street was lifeless, and in the evening of early spring, it made people feel even more indescribably solemn.
"Brother Ninth, you can indeed do it. Although you and I have killed ten people, I just kill, but you have to dodge the bullets." Feng Mang wiped the blood on a corpse on the ground, and then sat on the sofa beside him.
He looked at the knife in his hand affectionately: "It is indeed much easier to chop people than to chop coins."
Ling Jie also smiled faintly, and slowly sat back on the chair where he was sitting, saying: "Back then in South China, our brothers still fought their way out in the sea of people. Now in Beijing, we can't lose our South China people."
face."
Feng Mang shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "I really hope that the upcoming fight can be made into a documentary film. Even if you die, if you are mentioned later, you must be admired by others."
"We won't die." Ling Jie smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and carefully felt all the external movements.
At this moment, a red phone on the table rang in time. Ling Jie frowned, knowing that the call was for him, so he took the phone casually.
"It's true. Aren't you afraid that this phone call is a time bomb?" There was a soft and sweet female voice on the phone.
"If a phone or a bomb can kill me, what do the five hundred people outside do?" Ling Jie smiled confidently and said, "What is it? Do you want to ask me what I want before I die?"
?”
"You are indeed an interesting person. I really don't want you to die." The other end of the phone paused and said, "I have heard about you for a long time. Your rise is indeed a miracle of the underworld.
But I still want to prove it myself, after all, seeing is worth hearing a hundred times."
"I won't let you down."
"Haha, that's almost impossible. The battle will begin soon. I wish you good luck."
After Ling Jie put down the phone, he vaguely felt that this woman might be the chairman's person, but why did this woman call him? Ling Jie shook his head, and he was not in the mood to think about it now. After all, he had to spend five hundred
Even though he had to escape from being held at gunpoint, he didn't have absolute confidence.
"Since this phone can be used, shouldn't we call Zhuge Qing?" Feng Mang looked happy.
After hearing Feng Mang's words, Ling Jie suddenly had an idea in his mind and smiled with relief. This woman was really scheming. She was just reminding herself that this phone could be used, or that she could call for help and wait for her to ask for help.
When the people came, she could catch them all in one fell swoop.
After thinking about it, Ling Jie suddenly felt heavy again. Since this woman wanted him to call for help, then there should be far more than 500 people ambushing this street. Ling Jie shook his head with a wry smile.
Said: "It's useless. Calling Zhuge Qing here will just kill more people. The reason why they haven't launched an attack yet is because they are waiting for us to call for help."
Feng Mang has never doubted Ling Jie's words. He didn't do it before, he won't do it now, and if he doesn't die today, he won't do it in the future. Seeing Ling Jie's solemn expression, Feng Mang knew that today was a bad day, so he laughed at himself: "Can I be with Jiu
Fighting side by side with me is already the happiest thing in life. Wouldn't it be nice to die in happiness?"
Ling Jie shook his head and suddenly laughed, very wildly, with a hint of desolation mixed in the wildness, and said: "I guess they will start attacking soon if they see that we don't call for help. I never believe in fate, I just
Trust the knife in your hand."
At night, it slowly began to rain continuously. The raindrops dripped on the ground, splashing the dust of the early spring. It made people smell and feel a faint earthy smell. On an unknown small street in Beijing, except for Jiu
The sound of rain, the sound of rain, could no longer be felt.
(Eight thousand words, updated, will be released tomorrow.)