"Successful plan, three-party alliance, Saturday ambush, car bomb."
In less than 20 words, the other party has explained everything clearly.
No. 5 Lu Zhiwen raised his eyebrows, smiled faintly, and lay down on the chair again.
He raised his right hand to indicate continued.
The young girl immediately came forward for an essential oil massage.
It has to be said that No. 5 Lu Zhiwen has the deepest shadow among all the people in the city.
I'm afraid Lu Zhiwen didn't think of this either.
However, Xiao Yingying was in charge of this shadow plan, and Lu Zhiwen himself did not participate much.
No. 5 Lu Zhiwen has a different scheming from other shadows.
From the training room, he took the initiative to go to Melbourne and suppressed Holt's people with thunderous means.
That was the first step for No. 5 Lu Zhiwen to win the trust of Zuo Xin and Lu Zhiwen.
Secretly bullying and angering Holt and Gray is the second step he is about to take.
He had been planning this plan for a long time.
In the training room, he had already proved with facts that even Zuo Xin couldn't tell whether he was genuine or not.
The ambition gradually grew.
Wealth can make people crazy, and what makes No. 5 Lu Zhiwen crazy is not only wealth, but also the owner of the high-heeled shoes, Xiao Yingying.
He is not willing to be just a shadow.
But he will not be reckless, but will take it slowly.
He knows how important it is to train his own people. No. 5 Lu Zhiwen from Chengfu Shen did not look for Chinese teammates.
Instead, he found Daler, the leader of a small black gang.
Dalle's younger brother really died in Lu Zhiwen's hands.
Driven by hatred and interests, Daler became No. 5 Lu Zhiwen's first ally.
He staged a painful trick of being beaten with an iron whip and successfully deceived Holt and Gray's trust.
It even staged a black version of Infernal Affairs.
A dam is destroyed by an anthill. No matter how strong and stubborn the fortress is, it will begin to collapse from the inside.
Lu Zhiwen, Xiao Yingying and Zuo Xin are absolutely unexpected.
Their biggest danger does not come from Qin Fan, but from the secret No. 5.
At the beginning of a new day, Qin Fan came to Bian Que Hall for consultation again.
Not long after I sat down, Dong Dahai came to get the medicine.
"Hahaha, Mr. Qin, I heard you were back yesterday."
"Well, I've been back for a few days, how is Dahai doing now?"
"Look, look." Dong Dahai stretched out his arms and spun around twice.
Qin Fan couldn't help but shake his head in amusement.
Now Dong Dahai's big belly is no longer visible, his waistline has returned to the size of a normal person, and his face has become square.
It can be said that through his unremitting efforts, he completely completed the transformation of his life and made a gorgeous turn.
"Well, this is your last course of treatment. You can stop after you finish eating." Qin Fan said.
He was still happy for Dong Dahai.
"Well, I finally made it alive!" Dong Dahai described it exaggeratedly.
The medical staff around him pursed their lips and laughed.
Dong Dahai went to the medical clinic to get medicine for several months and became a frequent visitor to Bian Que Hall.
"Okay, I'm going to get the medicine." Dong Dahai greeted.
After walking a few steps, he stepped back and whispered: "Yan Wan is back from abroad."
Qin Fan was startled. He didn't know why Dong Dahai mentioned Yan Wan.
However, he hadn't heard anyone mention Yan Wan for a long time.
Dong Dahai added: "I heard that I came back very urgently, but I don't know the specific reason."
"Oh, my medicine, I have to leave first."
Outsiders may not understand this nonsense, but Qin Fan knows too much information.
First of all, Yan Wan rushed back from abroad and was in a hurry.
Generally speaking, people only rush back if there is something urgent at home.
Thinking of this, Qin Fan's eyes narrowed.
He guessed a possibility. Could it be that something happened to the old man of the Yan family?
However, Qin Fan could only speculate in his mind.
He didn't want to prove anything.
The less you know about secrets, the better. This is a motto in life.
In a nursing home in Daihe, there is a small gray-white building.
The air here is very oppressive, and everyone in the lobby on the first floor has solemn faces.
A car parked outside the small building, and a young man got out of the car.
Outside the small building, he straightened his clothes and patted his pants.
Then he walked in with gentle steps.
"Xiao Wan!" A middle-aged woman waved.
This young man is none other than Yan Wan, who hurried back from abroad and rushed to Daihe, more than 100 kilometers away from the capital, early this morning.
"Mom, Dad!" Yan Wan shouted softly.
The middle-aged woman is Yan Wan's mother, Xi Xiangru. Next to her is a general in military uniform, who is Yan Wan's father, Yan Huaiying.
Yan Huaiying just glanced at his son Yan Wan and snorted coldly.
"Mom, how is grandpa doing now?" Yan Wan asked in a low voice.
"Lao Sha is still giving acupuncture." Xi Xiangru glanced at the closed door.
In the hall, in addition to several direct descendants of the Yan family, there were also some old subordinates of Mr. Yan.
Mr. Yan is in his eighties. He was seriously injured during the war years.
Although he survived several rescue operations, there were still two pieces of shrapnel remaining in his body.
In that era of war and chaos, materials and technology were scarce.
It was lucky to be able to remove most of the shrapnel. For shrapnel close to vital parts, the only way is to let it coexist with the human body.
When he was young, Mr. Yan's body could still withstand it, and there were no major problems, so he gradually forgot about this incident.
But in old age, the consequences gradually become apparent.
At this time, we have the skills and abilities, but Mr. Yan’s body is not suitable for surgery.
It goes on like this year after year.
Shrapnel compresses blood vessels, causing them to narrow.
As a person ages, the blood vessel walls gradually age and become very fragile.
Not long ago, a serious problem finally occurred, with pain and internal bleeding.
Sha Lao Sha Huizhou is Mr. Yan’s full-time health care doctor.
In the past ten years, Mr. Yan has relied entirely on Sha Huizhou's acupuncture and decoction to help Mr. Yan relieve his pain.
It even got better for a while.
But today, Sha Huizhou in the bedroom had a sad face.
While giving Mr. Yan acupuncture seriously, he talked slowly with Mr. Yan.
Mr. Yan was sitting on the stool, with his back exposed and his hands on his knees.
Although he is skinny and a bit stooped, the scars on his back are clearly visible and his waist is still straight and straight.
During each acupuncture session, Sha Huizhou asked Mr. Yan to lie prone on the bed to administer the acupuncture.
But Yan Lao insisted on sitting on a stool for treatment.
He would rather sit down and die than throw himself forward and suffer.
Mr. Yan's security officer, Mr. Liu, could only pay attention to Mr. Yan nervously, but did not dare to reach out and directly help him.
"Old Sha, tell me truthfully whether my time has come or not."
Mr. Yan's voice was very slow and laborious.
For him who had walked through a hail of bullets, he had long been pessimistic about life and death.
"Mr. Yan, don't worry too much, there will be a solution." Sha Huizhou comforted.
Mr. Yan waved his right hand that looked like tree bark.
"Stop comforting me. I can feel that as your acupuncture continues, I no longer feel as relaxed as before."
The sand returned to Zhou's hand and stagnated.
He didn't expect that Mr. Yan could detect it from his own feelings.
In fact, during the acupuncture sessions in the past few days, Sha Huizhou had already discovered that when inserting the needles during acupuncture, it was like losing skin.
It can be said that the current treatment effect is only equivalent to 1/3 or even 1/4 of the previous one.
Seeing Sha Huizhou, he remained silent.
Mr. Yan already knew the answer, "It's okay, it's okay. I've lived for so many more years, I should be satisfied."