Seven hundred and sixtieth chapters skeleton career
Chapter 764: Skeleton Career
The disc that Wang Zhendong said was worth hundreds of millions of dollars actually had two large-scale pictures of Teacher Cang on the surface, and it also said something about Teacher Cang’s classic first infantryman, a standard aircraft disc! Two aircraft discs were used to replace it.
I'm afraid it's not billions of dollars, but billions of dollars, right?
Xu Qing's first feeling was that he had been screwed by this reckless creature. Did this guy want to deliberately anger himself for fun?
Wang Zhendong's raised arms were already a little stiff, but the cold-faced old man in front of him was not moved at all. He just stood there and stared at the wheelchair in a daze. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He simply gritted his teeth and dragged his injured leg to climb out.
Next to the wheelchair, he reached out and took out a small bag from the chair cushion and handed it over. e^Look
"The disc inside is evidence of the Xilin Jiu Sanyi mining disaster. You will understand after you put it in the computer and play it." Wang Zhendong moved forward and moved the small bag in his hand forward.
Xu Qing's cheeks twitched, she reached out to take the small bag, took out a CD from it and put it into the computer's optical drive with an expressionless face.
Squeak - the disc in the optical drive started to rotate and read, and a picture appeared on the display screen, which immediately attracted Xu Qing's eyes.
This is not an airplane saucer. The picture shows a large mine. It is drizzling in the sky, making the ground of the mine muddy. A large number of people in raincoats and helmets are busy in front of the mine, lifting out bloody bodies from inside.
The corpses of miners with blurred flesh were laid out in a row on the muddy ground in front of the mine. At first glance, it seemed that there were at least a hundred corpses, and the busy hard hats were still going back and forth, and each time they could lift one out.
's corpse.
The sky seems to be weeping for the dead miners. The rain is getting heavier, and the number of corpses carried out has more than doubled. The picture is obviously taken by tōu, sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, but one thing is certain, this
It was a huge mining disaster, with at least two hundred people dead, and dead bodies were still being carried out.
There was no living person carried out, only cold and stiff corpses. The person who took the picture walked up to a black Santana car, lowered the window, and a man with white hair and a Chinese character stuck his head out. This man had already
He was over fifty years old, and he looked at the mine not far away with a serious face, or should I say he looked at the rows of corpses in front of the mine.
Xu Qing, who never cared about national affairs, naturally didn't know who this lù-faced half-century-old man was. He just felt that he had an indescribable aura, especially those big black pupils, which seemed to make people...
There was an invisible sense of depression. This old man was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Secretary Jiang, there are a total of 520 miners underground, and only 50 of them are still alive..." The one who spoke was the one who took the photo, but he couldn't continue talking in the middle of the sentence.
There was a look of pain on the face of the old man in the car. He closed his eyes and fell silent for a long time before saying, "The deceased is dead. The main thing is to take care of the living."
The photographer said again: "Then this mine..." Halfway through his words, he saw the car window raised, and the half-hundred-year-old man inside said one word from between his teeth: "Seal!" The car started and quickly left the scene.
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In a few simple lines of dialogue, the prototype of a huge mining disaster emerged. More than 500 people were in the mine, but less than one-tenth survived. The chance of survival of the other 400 people was marked by one word.
Full stop, seal, seal may not only be the mine, but also the hope of survival of everyone underground, even if they are all dead, there are still bones.
Xu Qing was completely shocked when he looked at the pictures on the screen. If these are true, then the scale of this mining disaster will be unprecedented since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The old man who used a seal to bury the bones of hundreds of workers underground in the mountain
Undoubtedly, it was because of his deep conscience that he remembered that face, a sanctimonious and cold-hearted face.
The picture began to become blurry, and eventually turned into a patch of snow. Xu Qing took out the CD from the computer and replaced it with another one. The picture that appeared on this CD was a press conference. A bald man with a big belly was enthusiastically
He answered reporters' questions enthusiastically.
The photographer was also sitting on the side of the podium. The bald man in the picture was boasting that thousands of rescue workers were dispatched under the personal command of Secretary Jiang, and fifteen people were slightly injured in the gas explosion at Nanba Coal Mine in Xilin City.
, six people were seriously injured, and only one died... He praised the good leadership, and repeatedly emphasized that compensation for the deceased was in place and the injured received the most appropriate treatment. It was simply nonsense and a series of lies.
The spotlights were flashing fiercely, and the reporters were writing furiously. Everyone had a smile on their face, as if they had just won a big victory, all kinds of hypocrisy.
The screen turned again, and it turned into a snowflake of newspapers and periodicals, all praising virtues. Jiang Bangzheng, the secretary of the provincial party committee, personally went to the scene of the mine disaster to direct the rescue... A line of headlines as red as blood touched Xu Qing's heart, such a familiar name, by the way.
, it’s him, the person who will reach the pinnacle of power at the end of the month.
Xu Qing quickly opened the CD-ROM drive and took out the CD from the inside. This time he really got serious. The contents of these two CDs were equivalent to revealing an ugly farce to cover up the mining accident. Of course, it was also for a certain person.
The political future of these people was paved with the corpses of hundreds of miners who died with their eyes open.
"These two CDs were taken and made by my brother-in-law, Wang Maolin, the former Secretary of the Xilin Municipal Party Committee. They are absolutely authentic." Wang Zhendong sat on the ground and played the side drum. These two CDs were left by his dead brother-in-law.
The cause of death was said to be sudden cerebral hemorrhage.
The death of Wang Zhendong's brother-in-law was equivalent to the loss of one of the most solid backers. From then on, his status in the Tao also plummeted. When the Longqing League across the river rushed to Xilin City, there were almost no people on his side, so that in the end he ended up...
A miserable end.
Xu Qing put away the two CDs, put the phone on the table in front of Wang Zhendong, and whispered: "When I leave, you can call someone to take you to the hospital. These two guys will wake up on their own in half an hour."
Come on, let them take you to the hospital, that’s it, you’ll be there forever!”
Wang Zhendong stared blankly at Xu Qing as he walked out of the room. He immediately picked up the phone and dialed the room service. After only two minutes, the door of the room was opened and a man wearing blue and white clothes walked in.
A tall man in a white uniform, he walked straight up to Wang Zhendong and smiled, revealing a mouth of white teeth.
"You..." Wang Zhendong's wide-open eyes showed a look of panic. The waiter opposite quickly pulled out a pistol with a silencer from his arms, pointed it at his forehead and pulled the trigger.
Puff - two soft sounds, the bullet pierced Wang Zhendong's skull, two streams of red and white brains spurted out, and the man fell on his back!