Young Master Long slept very deeply that night. He drank a pound of white wine the night before and did a lot of tricks with his second wife at night. How could his body, so drained by alcohol and sex, stand up to such torture that he didn't even know when his second wife left.
In the early hours of the morning, Mr. Long woke up from his sleep. His body was warm and comfortable, as if he were in a bathtub. He reached out and touched the woman's length. When did this little girl's head become so rough?
When his body tilted, the greasy Mr. Long stretched out his hand under his body and stretched it in front of his face to see that his hand was full of blood!
Mr. Long, who was still a little sleepy at first, suddenly woke up and suddenly sat up, lifting the quilt and covering the bed with blood!
Next to him stood a huge head, its yellow-black mane was stained red with blood, and its two red eyes stared blankly. It was the head of a Tibetan Mastiff!
A purebred Tibetan Mastiff with a market price of one million! His head was beheaded. The money-hungry Mr. Long immediately became furious, but this anger only lasted for a second before being replaced by deep fear.
As we all know, the Tibetan Mastiff is an extremely ferocious semi-domesticated beast that should not be approached by strangers, let alone humans. Even wild wolves and even lions are no match for it. Such a ferocious animal was actually killed silently by people in the middle of the night.
Stuffing the head under his quilt, if he wanted to kill himself, it would be a simple matter.
A bone-chilling coldness flowed through Mr. Long's body involuntarily, and his teeth began to chatter involuntarily. He scrambled out of bed in a panic. The Tibetan Mastiff's smelly blood flowed from his body and dripped down his ankles to the floor.
Mr. Long hurriedly walked to the wall and opened the safe hidden in the wall with trembling hands. He took out a black and shiny pistol and loaded it with a clatter. He held it with both hands and walked to the bedside and picked up the phone.
The call was made to the bald man, but no one picked up the phone after ringing for a long time. It was only five o'clock in the morning. Mr. Long and his subordinates were all lazy guys who didn't get up until midnight. The bald man didn't know which bitch's bed he was lying on.
Mr. Long pressed the replay button again and waited for three minutes before someone answered.
"Bald man, hurry up and bring someone to my house as soon as possible!"
Mr. Long put down the phone and calmed down a little. He looked around and looked around to see if the windows were closed and the doors were tightly closed. He swallowed and huddled to the corner of the wall, where he thought he was the safest place.
Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. The banging sound was particularly thrilling in the quiet early morning. Young Master Long put down the phone and bravely shouted: "Who~~"
No one answered, but there were still regular knocks on the door. *** When did the bald man become so polite? Young Master Long rubbed his numb legs, held the pistol, and went to open the door.
Mr. Long lived in a villa. He walked to the first floor and opened the door. Suddenly, a black figure rushed towards him. He was so frightened that Mr. Long sat on his butt on the ground. Fortunately, there was an iron fence outside the inner door. The black figure hit the iron fence and screamed.
When I looked closely, I saw it was another Tibetan Mastiff!
The ferocious Tibetan Mastiff stared at Mr. Long with two blood-red eyes and used all his strength to hit the door. The door of Mr. Long’s house was not a professional security door but a European-style fence door, which was not particularly strong. The Tibetan Mastiff’s body shape was so fast
The calf fell upon the calf. Under the huge impact, the iron fence door was in danger. It looked like this giant beast was about to break through the door.
Mr. Long was so scared that what was going on was that his Tibetan Mastiff bit him. But in an instant, he understood that the reason was that the Tibetan Mastiff on his body was in a state of madness after smelling the blood of the same kind.
Mr. Long is very rich and raises Tibetan Mastiffs mainly for show. Usually there are special people to feed these two guys. However, the intelligence of Tibetan Mastiffs is low and they only recognize that the person who feeds them has little affection for Mr. Long. Now he is full of them.
It would be strange for this Tibetan Mastiff to not regard him as an enemy.
Seeing that the iron door was about to be smashed, the bloodthirsty beast was about to rush in and tear him into pieces. In extreme fear, Master Long raised his pistol and pulled the trigger with his eyes almost closed.
"Bah, bang, bang!" After three shots, the whole room was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. The Tibetan Mastiff seemed to pause for just a second and then continued to slam into the door. Young Master Long was so scared that his courage was shattered. He aimed at the huge black body and continued to fire four bullets, hitting it.
The Tibetan Mastiff Long Shao continued to pull the trigger, and the empty gun made a clicking sound, and the bullets were gone.
These shots indeed hit the Tibetan Mastiff, but the beast was not damaged at all. The bullets only aroused his animal nature even more. The huge force continued to hit the gate. Long Shaolian lost the strength to stand up, holding the empty gun and trembling with tears.
All the mucus and urine came out.
The pitiful flower-carved fence gate finally failed to withstand the impact of the Tibetan Mastiff and collapsed with a roar. A hungry tiger rushed in, its smelly mouth full of sharp teeth. Young Master Long was so frightened that he held his head in his hands and screamed miserably.
The sharp teeth finally did not bite Mr. Long. After a series of gunshots, the Tibetan Mastiff's heavy body lay on Mr. Long's body. Several policemen wearing bulletproof vests and helmets stepped forward and kicked the Tibetan Mastiff to confirm that it was dead. Then they teamed up to kill it.
Lift it and throw it aside.
"Oh my God, you guys are here, help me up," Mr. Long said with a cry. He thought these policemen came after hearing the gunfire, so it didn't matter. His gun came from a relative who was a leader in the court the year before.
If something is stolen from your home, it can be used to cover it up even if something happens to it.
However, Mr. Long soon realized that something was wrong. The clothes of these policemen did not look like patrol police at the police station. They were all dressed in bulletproof vests and helmets. A few of them were wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying the Bayi Ban. They were clearly armed police!
Long Shaozheng was confused as to why the armed police were being used so early in the morning. A senior middle-aged police officer with two tattoos on his shoulders said sternly to him: "Long Shaoping, you have been arrested on suspicion of intentional injury!"
Mr. Long was even more puzzled about how this matter was handled. How many people have been crippled in the past few years? If I wanted to arrest him, I would have done it long ago. How could I have waited until today?
At this moment, several cars came to the door. The bald man led people to arrive. More than a dozen burly men got out of the cars with machetes and iron bars and started to walk in aggressively. The middle-aged police officer waved his hand: "Arrest them all!"
More than a dozen policemen gathered around with their weapons in hand. Bald Man and the others had no choice but to raise their hands in surrender. They looked at Long Shaoxin with puzzled eyes and said, "What's going on? Master Long, aren't you very good at covering up?"
Mr. Long calmed down and said, "I want to talk to your Director Wang."
The middle-aged police officer sneered: "Director Wang won't answer your call, so handcuff him!"
The little policeman next to him rushed up and arbitrarily twisted Mr. Long's arms behind his back and handcuffed him behind his back.
Young Master Long finally understood. It seemed that someone was trying to mess with him. He asked hurriedly: "Who have I hurt? If you don't tell me clearly, I won't leave!"
The middle-aged police officer shook his head and said with a look of contempt: "Long Shaoping, you ordered your men to beat up a Tiida owner last night and seriously injured him. Now he is not out of danger yet. All of this was captured by the traffic control surveillance camera.
Do you still want to deny it?"
A young policeman picked up Mr. Long’s discarded pistol from the side and handed it to the middle-aged police officer. He packed the 6-4 type small smash cannon in a transparent plastic bag and sneered: “Now I’m adding another charge to you for illegal possession of firearms.
Just wait to go to jail."
The police escorted Mr. Long, who looked puzzled, into a police car. The thugs were all handcuffed and put into a convoy of prison cars, blaring the sirens and driving away from the villa area.
…
The news of Long Shaoping's arrest quickly reached the ears of Sister Chen, the former Organization Minister of Longyang City. She heard that her precious grandson had been arrested. The old lady was so corrupt that she made more than a dozen calls to the county committee to find Secretary Li, but she was told that Secretary Li was not available.
In a meeting.
The old lady was so anxious that she had someone arrange a car for her and wanted to go to the municipal party committee in person to ask for someone. However, the retired organization director didn't even have a private car. Instead, the nanny Wu Ma went to the door and hailed a taxi to take the old lady to the county party committee.
When the old lady of the county party committee arrived, she rushed straight in. No one dared to stop her until she reached the office of the municipal party committee secretary. Secretary Li was having a meeting with the heads of the public security bureau, procuratorate, and law. When he saw the old minister coming in, he stood up without saying anything and said, "Chen
Auntie, come with me."
Went out and got in the car and went straight to Laoxian Hospital. In the emergency room, Secretary Li pointed to the young man on the bed covered with tubes and monitors and said: "This young man is 26 years old and is a graduate student in the Law Department of Nanjing University. He was assigned by the Organization Department at the beginning of the year to come to our city.
The young man is very capable at work and will be getting married in three months, but..."
Secretary Li shook his head sadly and said, "Aunt Chen, please come with me again."
At this time, the old lady had almost understood. Without saying a word, she followed Secretary Li to the duty room of the hospital. There happened to be a computer. Secretary Li asked his men to connect a USB flash drive and play a surveillance video for the old lady.
On the computer screen was a scene of Mr. Long commanding his men to beat up the owner of the Tiida. The gangsters were so ruthless that they kicked others in the head so hard that even the old lady couldn't stand it anymore.
"Okay, Xiao Li, I understand," the old lady said sadly.
"Aunt Chen, you don't understand!" Secretary Li said angrily.
"This young man is my secretary, and he is also the nephew of Minister Miao of the Provincial Committee. Minister Miao has no son and has been raising him as a son and putting him down just to train him. When he comes, he will be given to me to take care of. But I...I...
…It’s really too much.”
After all, Secretary Li was not an outsider, nor was Aunt Chen hiding something, nor was she an unreasonable person. She knew that her grandson was really in trouble this time, but she still refused to give up and asked: "Xiao Li, do you think there is any hope for this young man?"
If nothing goes wrong, my family won’t impose a harsh sentence.”
After speaking, he looked at Secretary Li with expectant eyes.
Secretary Li sighed again: "The brain has been severely damaged and may become a vegetative state. Our county hospital can't do anything. When the ambulance from the big hospital in the city arrives, we will transfer him to another hospital. If that doesn't work, go to the provincial capital and go to Beijing. We will definitely do our best."
Don’t worry too much about Aunt Chen who is doing your best to rescue her. Xiao Wang, just drive Aunt Chen back."
The old lady got into Secretary Li's special car and went home in despair.
…
At eight o'clock in the morning, Li Wan received a call from Director Song of the Bidding Office: "Mr. Li, things have changed again. According to the original plan, only your Zhicheng Group and Pingchuan Jiayuan will be bidding. You must be well prepared."
"
Li Wan was stunned when she put down the phone. The situation took a turn for the worse and suddenly the clouds cleared up, which made her unable to react.
Opening the window, a ray of bright sunshine shone in. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant downstairs of Xiyuan Hotel in the early morning. A man in sportswear ran past Li Wan and looked down. It was Liu Ziguang who had returned from morning exercises.