The three of us are currently facing each other. They are simply hitting an egg against a stone. They can crush us like you ants at any time. I couldn't help but look to the northwest. That is the prison where Jintang is located. I closed my eyes, but tears slowly flowed down my face.
It flowed down the cheeks.
The man lifted me up and slapped me more than a dozen times, causing pain in my abdomen. He cursed viciously: "Little*! Get out of here now." I was hit hard in the abdomen. I cried but laughed again.
Speak up.
I was trembling, scared, and trembling, waiting for more intense pain to strike. A chill suddenly passed over my body, and I was shocked. I saw a black figure blocking the way between me and the policeman. The man turned his head slightly and sighed deeply.
look into my eyes.
What familiar eyes. He was shocked and shut up: It seemed to be that Jintang... Isn't he in prison? How could he escape? He was wearing black night clothes. It turned out that he didn't want others to know.
he.
Na Jintang flew towards the policeman with one kick. His leg skills were very powerful, and he kicked several times in succession. He pointed a sharp dagger at the policeman, and the policeman's face suddenly twisted. It was extremely ugly and miserable.
He screamed: "Who are you? What do you want? If you dare to kill me, you can't run away."
Na Jintang didn't mean to kill him. He smiled slightly, took off the dagger first, spun it twice in the air, held it in his hand and gestured: "I know what happened today. You took money from others to buy the way.
It's better to do less of this kind of thing. You still have to talk about morality in the world. If the old man wakes up, don't you know what will happen to you? Everyone is in the world. The mountains are high and the roads are far away. We always meet again.
At this time, do not lose all conscience and kill innocent people indiscriminately for your own selfishness. I will only give you this chance. You will not have such good luck next time. Get out of here as soon as possible."
He inserted the dagger neatly into the sheath on his waist. The policeman was so free and easy and put down his gun. The policeman collapsed on the ground with a look of horror on his face.
Suddenly the screen clicked, and out of nowhere, the tabloid reporters emerged, as if they had agreed to do so, without saying a word, and running like three insects following the storm.
That Jintang disappeared in the darkness in an instant. Looking back, I can still see my gentle smile. Of course, this is our tacit understanding.
A few minutes later, Song Da, Ah Liu and Ah Qi got the news and rushed to the hospital.
Seeing this chaotic situation, Song Da first hurriedly ordered his subordinate Shao Xiaoxin: "Go and deal with these young reporters quickly."
After hearing the news in the hospital, Shao Xiaoxing and dozens of brothers pushed the reporter away from the scene. Shao Xiaoxing took them directly to a small cafe nearby, shook hands with them one by one, and said that his title was assistant manager.
Business card. Send business card to them.
The tabloid reporters in Shanghai usually regard themselves as uncrowned kings and don't take anyone seriously. This time they were forcibly brought here. They were originally very angry, but they saw that the little gangster leader Shanshan was polite and courteous.
, after looking at the titles on the business cards, they understood that the generals of the sect had arrived, and then they sat down with each other to take a look at the situation.
Shao Xiaoxing said with a smile: "I know you are waiting at the hospital every day, waiting for the news to be reported. Thank you for your hard work. Coach Song asked me to greet you."
A young reporter didn't know the meaning and rushed out: "Forget it, people from the sect can still think of us. Your little boss has been locked up in the concession. I think this will cause problems sooner or later. Old man, what is the situation now?
Is it life or death? Is the little boss the real murderer? Is there a conspiracy in this matter? Who is behind the conspiracy?"
Shao Xiaoxing's smile did not change: "The little boss has many friends in the press, so he knows how to care about him."
At this time, an old reporter with some experience stood up and said: "Mr. Zhao, what do you want? In broad daylight, are you relying on the power of numbers to use force on those of us with pens?"
His words were extremely inflammatory, and the other two reporters also looked uneasy.
Zhao Xiaoxing looked at him steadily, still peaceful and with a bright smile: "This brother's idea may be a little funny. Shanghai is a legal society. You have your work, and we have ours. Everyone has their own affairs, and there is no need to do anything wrong.
Illegal matters will not cause tensions. Come on, come on, let's sit down, drink a cup of coffee, refresh ourselves, and take a short break. You have to interview people, and I can't answer your questions for the time being. Why don't we pray for the old man together?
Maybe we can still make friends."
Zhao Xiaoxing paused again and moved forward with a threatening tone: "The mountains are high and the roads are far, so we will meet again sometimes, right? Dear friends."
Zhao Xiaoxing waved his hand, and the waiter brought three cups of coffee, one in front of each person. He waved his hand again, and everyone around him left in an instant. There were only four of them left in the room, and they made a gesture of asking,
When the lid of the cup was opened, several reporters stared blankly. The cup was made of silver, but there was brilliant gold inside!
Shao Xiaoxing stood up calmly, tidied up his clothes, and said passionately: "There must be a limit to everything in life. It is not wise to pursue other people's privacy too much. Everyone should be like me, Shao Xiaoxing.
Friends, drink this cup of coffee and wait for me to come back. If anyone doesn’t drink it, I will do my best to send him back to fishing.”
"What does fish mean?" the reporter asked in confusion.
"Of course only fish can sleep forever at the bottom of the sea," Shao Xiaoxing replied gloomily.
"..."
Five minutes later, there were only 4 shiny empty cups left on the table. Shao Xiaoxin could only shake hands with them one by one in a graceful manner: "I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you. Everyone needs to check and record everything in my account. By the way,
Please leave your names and addresses."
Finally, he said very gracefully: "We have agreed to meet again. We are friends. If you encounter anything in the future, you can come directly to the sect to find me and be careful. Maybe I will have trouble in the future, so I'll trouble you all!"
Several reporters were overwhelmed by Shao Xiaoxing's momentum and were frightened into fear.
Mr. Wang escaped death, and the assassin has missed his best opportunity. All we can do now is to delay as much time as possible, waiting for the old man's condition to improve, or to find out his details.
I cheered up and quickly joined the battle.
When we all went to the old man's room, the old man was unconscious again. In fact, I knew that the old man had woken up. He pretended to be unconscious. Of course he had his own reasons. He couldn't force the killer to jump over the wall. At the same time, it was also to avoid the sect.
A large-scale struggle will hurt everyone and force the newspapers and concessions to take action. This is our last trump card.
I always feel that the old man is playing a long game to catch the big fish. I must cooperate with him and do this scene well. If the killer behind the scenes has surfaced and we want to kill him, no one can stop us.
Who is the one?
They arrived at the hospital quickly from the four lobby entrances. In the empty room of the hospital, five people sat in a circle. The atmosphere was different from the previous meetings, and an emergency temporary meeting of the sect was held. The delivery seemed very relaxed, because he knew,
assassin
Tonight his last attempt had been exposed, and the final straw had broken.
Many people were present, so I deliberately asked the doctor: "Has the old man's condition changed?"
The doctor sincerely replied: "The old man's condition is still unstable and he is still in a coma. He just underwent another major operation but he has been unable to speak in the past few days. He has completely lost consciousness and has not recovered from the operation."
The first time Liu Xun spoke, he asked the doctor: "Can the old man be moved from the hospital back to the prince's mansion?"
The doctor shook his head and said: "It's impossible right now. His condition is still very bad. He can survive, but he needs all kinds of care and may need another operation, so it's impossible."
Ah Liu asked anxiously: "When can I send it back home?"
The doctor took the trouble to explain, word by word: "His eyeballs sometimes react, which is a conditioned reflex in the body. In fact, when he is basically the same as a dead person, the possibility is almost zero. This kind of coma will occur in the body."
In medical terms, we call it brain death..."
After encountering this incident, Song Da will devote all his energy to waiting for the old man in the hospital, and orders the hospital to be impregnable at all costs. At the same time, I will also join in the waiting.
Ah Qi spoke. For someone who had just been attacked by someone else, he was a little too confident: "The killer will never come close to this house again. Please rest assured, everyone, don't worry."
Song Da looked at him thoughtfully for a few seconds, and then said to Ah Liu: "How is the hospital? Can your people hold on?"
Ah Liu said: "Don't worry, there are 24-hour guards inside and outside. The British Concession is also heavily guarded. They will wait for the old man to wake up at any time. The old man is given an intravenous drip every day and does not eat or drink, so there is no need to worry about food. Originally, in this regard
The most important thing to be wary of is the poison, they can't get any closer, and the old man won't be able to do it anyway."
I went to prison to visit Na Jintang again. His mental state is now very good. He lives in a single room by himself, which is simply called a personal vacation room.
I asked him: "Who do you think may be the killer behind the scenes? Ah Liu? Ah Qi? Liu Xun? Lei Ting? It can't be Song Da."
Na Jintang said very slowly: "Anyone can make mistakes. Ah Qi and Lei Ting, they only recognize one path. The old man is their only most worshipful belief and the person they fear. Not only that, they respect the old man more than anyone else."
Alone, and the old man has won the respect of everyone, so it is impossible for Ah Qi and Lei Ting to betray the old man."
I interrupted him, shrugged, and smiled brightly. The spirit said brightly: "Anyone may rebel. Ah Liu is a very sensitive person. Maybe the old man offended him somehow. It is also possible, but I think if it is Ah Liu,
Liu successfully attacked him in a sneak attack, which is in line with what we just set, the person we are most familiar with made a surprise attack, and we must prepare for the worst."
Na Jintang smiled slightly and looked at me with admiration: "Continue?"
I was unscrupulous in front of him: "It must be this killer who has been planning for several weeks, or even longer. He must know very well when the old man goes to the office and what his living habits are. He thought that everything was ready and all he needed was the east wind."
When they assassinated the old man, but he was unlucky, bad luck, old man, the action was too fast, they wanted to kill the old man, the second time, they used a certain killing move on the old man like this, we can no longer wait patiently, we are too underestimated now
People from this sect, we have underestimated others too much recently."
"Who do you think is most likely to do this?" Na Jinchang continued to ask, wary and calm.
I said unconfidently: "I know I am a layman to your sect, and he suddenly carried out a second shooting. I guess he has a trump card in his hand. He will probably use tricks to try again."
If we can guess what he plans to do, we will have the upper hand."
"Good girl! Haha..." Na Jintang grinned.
I stood up. "You'd better stop laughing," I said. In a murderous tone, I said coldly, "Do you think I can't do it?"
Na Jintang stopped laughing. "I know you can do it," he said. "I'm not laughing at what you said, I'm laughing at how things turned out like this. I've always said that I am the most courageous person.
You are the most courageous girl I have ever seen. You are the only one who dares to do what I do. Even I dare to do it when my temper comes up. I am so much older than you, and you have to give me a good beating.
Do you think I don’t know you? But my dear, you must be careful. It’s a fact. It’s not as simple as imagined. This is a team operation behind the scenes.”
"Then we must get rid of the assassin immediately," I put my chin on my hands, stared at the sky, and said vaguely: "We can't wait any longer. This guy is too dangerous. What new ideas will he come up with? He should
Understand that getting rid of the old man is the most important thing. He knows that the situation is not good now. If the old man wakes up, the truth will be exposed. But if he knows that he is in danger, he will attack the old man again. God knows what will happen.
We cannot take any chances and must find out the culprit immediately."
Na Jintang scratched his chin thoughtfully again: "Maomao, you're right. You hit the nail on the head. We can't let the assassins attack the old man anymore. Have you come up with any ideas?"
As I was thinking about it, I was preparing to retreat by the back door, and quickly said to him: "I have a good idea, but you have to sell your looks. Little Gillian has already coveted you and is sharpening her knife. Hurry up."
Send it to her, she promises to help you find out who the killer is behind the scenes."
Na Jintang's handsome face fell slightly, and then his thick eyebrows, big eyes, and slightly happy twitching face suddenly burst into laughter. It was laughter from the bottom of his heart. It was definitely not a fake. He was really doing it.
He laughed uproariously, pointed at me with a finger, and gasped: "Okay, you Mao Jiujiu is really a jealous person. Do you still want to hang out..." It seems that I knew how to run away first.
is correct, but his face is distorted.
After I escaped from the door, I heard loud laughter from behind. It was obvious that he seemed very happy.