With a "bang", the seat belt was finally untied with a soft snap, but Wang Wei heard the rumble of the train getting closer and closer. A huge vibration seemed to be right in front of him.
He turned around and tried his best to remove the hand from the chest of the first deputy director, and unbuckled the seat belt of the first deputy director with both hands.
The rumble of the train was getting louder and louder. It was at most 3,500 yards from here, maybe less than 3,500 yards.
Wang Wei lifted Xiong Yuan onto his back and crawled toward the car door. However, the door was squeezed flat and he could not climb out at all. Wang Wei gasped for breath and crawled toward the side door of the car again, trying to push the deputy director out first.
Even with all his strength, the car door could not be opened. Wang Wei was dizzy and his vision was blurred with bleeding eyes.
At this time, a louder rumble came from the railway track, and death was approaching like lightning. Suddenly there was a train's cry, which was earth-shattering. Wang Wei's nerves were almost broken.
"Woo--" The chirping of the train frustrated Wang Wei's remaining will, and he felt earth-shattering. At the same time, the potential in his body also burst out with hints.
He knew that even if the train driver spotted the car lying on the tracks, it would be obvious when the train came around the sharp bend. They were only a few yards away from the gates of hell - unless God really came to save them. They will be crushed to pieces together with the car.
Wang Wei suddenly burst into life miraculously and pushed open the car door. He knew in his heart that at this moment he was unable to lift Xiong Yuanju and the other two people out of the car, so they could only push out of the car.
He first climbed out of the car, got Xiong Yuanju's legs out, then got into the car, hugged the deputy director with one arm, pushed him with his shoulder, and moved out little by little, a few feet The distance was like the Great Wall. His eyes were swollen like peaches and he couldn't see anything. The severe pain made him unable to feel his own existence, and his blood seemed to have drained out.
Wang Wei was going through the ordeal of hell at this moment, but fortunately, the little bit of will he had left was constantly flashing with the desire to survive.
Wang Wei finally moved the deputy director and Xiong Yuanju out of the car and rolled them onto the railway track with him with all his strength.
A giant dragon sprayed yellow beams, and a huge blue car came from the sharp bend, only a few dozen yards away from them.
Wang Wei hugged Xiong Yuanju and dragged the deputy director away from the railway track, and both of them rolled down onto the roadbed. The front of the car roared loudly, almost grazing their bodies as it sped past and hit the car, making a metal impact. With a blood-curdling sound, the wreckage of the "Rolls-Royce" limousine was pushed forward.
As soon as the front of the car passed by, with a strong air current, the turbid waves stirred up a gust of wind, turning into a powerful force like stretching out a giant hand, lifting Wang Wei and Xiong Yuan hard, and pulling the deputy director to the wheel a few inches away.
Wang Wei hugged them tightly and lay on the roadbed. The air waves picked up dirt, debris, debris, paper scraps, and sparks from the friction between the wheels and the rails, and scattered them towards Wang Wei and Xiong Yuanju. The first mate director.
The "Qianjin" locomotive slowed down as it made an emergency braking sound, sparks flew and metal pieces flew across.
When the train hit the car, the driver Aqiang was worried that the train might derail. In a flash, he saw three people rolling under the wheels, but he never expected that it was Xiong Yuanju, the tycoon of the "Xiong Kingdom" in Hong Kong. Deputy Director and Police Tiger Wang Wei.
The train slowly stopped, and the Bodhisattva protected it from derailment. At this time, Aqiang's hands were still holding on to the emergency brake device. He suddenly remembered the three people, released his hands, jumped off the locomotive, and ran towards the back.
The other crew members immediately understood what was going on and jumped off the train one after another. The conductor was in the last car and ran to the accident site before them.
When they came to the three bloody bodies, their eyes showed despair. Aqiang picked up Wang Wei and took out his hands inserted into the rubble. He looked at the commander and shouted:
"He's alive!"
The other people lifted up Xiong Yuanju, who was the deputy director, and the commander saw the two people stained with blood, and instantly understood the seriousness of the situation. He found that the unconscious Xiong Yuanju and the deputy director were only breathing.
At the same time, they knew that death was very close to them.
"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
The conductor called someone to get three stretchers from the train. The crew carefully put them on them and carried the stretchers toward the train.
suddenly!
There was a huge roar of engines in the sky, and five "Cheetah" GN-5 helicopters flew into the sky, deafening.
In the blink of an eye, the fleet made an emergency landing on the railway track not far away. When the commander saw that the leading helicopter had not stopped, a police officer jumped out of the cabin.
"Team 1 and 2, rescue the wounded immediately! Team 3 is on alert!"
"yes!"
Of course, the train captain didn't know that this police officer was Ye Zhangjian. The train driver Aqiang and the train captain saw so many helicopters and special police officers and knew that these three people could be saved.
Ye Zhangjian waved his hand to direct his special police officers, and doctors and head nurses also ran to the railway tracks and began to take first aid measures.
It turned out that after Wang Wei, the assistant, received the report of the accident, he immediately took off with doctors and reinforcements of the special police, and arrived at the accident site a few minutes later. There were only people on the road, in the sea of flames, and on the ground. Most of the special police were dead and injured.
Wang Wei, Xiong Yuanju, and the deputy director immediately ordered the injured special police officer to be sent to the hospital for rescue. He led the helicopter into the air and began to search for Wang Wei.
Soon we saw the wreckage of the Rolls-Royce and the train parked on the tracks.
At this time, people on other helicopters also jumped off the plane and ran towards it.
The scene was unbelievable and terrifying. The doctors and nurses first bandaged the deputy director urgently. One of the nurses found that Wang Wei was holding his throat tightly with his hands, and then realized that Wang Wei could not breathe freely. He hurriedly
He opened Wang Wei's mouth with his hands and took out the broken teeth and blood clots. The doctor then bandaged Wang Wei's eyes, which were still bleeding.
Several special police officers quickly put him on a stretcher and put him on a helicopter.
Several people were also surrounding Xiong Yuanju. After a while, the unconscious Xiong Yuanju and the deputy director were carried onto the helicopter. The fleet immediately took off and disappeared into the sky as quickly as it came.
The Qianjin dragged another thirty-eight carriages and headed towards Tiancheng Station.
Aqiang later learned that the people who were almost crushed to pieces by the train that day were Xiong Yuanju, the president of the "Xiong Kingdom" in Hong Kong, Wu Jiang, the provincial deputy director, and Wang Wei, Xiong Yuanju's bodyguard.
He actually became a news figure, and his wrinkled face appeared in several newspapers.
When many reporters gathered around him for interviews and asked him to describe what happened that day, Aqiang seemed a little incoherent. This was the first time in his life that he had been interviewed by so many reporters.
"It's nothing. I didn't think that much at the time. It's necessary to save people."
"Don't thank us, those SWAT police are doing a great job!"
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The night after the incident occurred.
A stunning scenery in the area near Pengcheng: Zhuangjun Mountain.
Various precious flowers in the green forest are either blooming in flower beds or blooming on flower stands, stacked in multiple layers, like a mountain of flowers and an island of flowers.
Several villas are faintly visible.
If the luxury and extravagance of the villa shocks people, then there are many unknown secrets in it that will make people even more stunned.
A six-foot-high wall is covered with ivy plants, and the entire villa is equipped with an alarm system and a hidden infrared camera system in unexpected places, controlled by a master control room.
There is a basement under the main building, 44 feet above the ground. The largest room is like a command center, about 350 square meters. It contains three sets of CIA "P?M-707" radio equipment, twenty-four
Stay in touch with the outside world around the clock.
Huge fluorescent screens are embedded in the four walls and are connected to eight central computers. Hundreds of millions of various data, files, and images are stored and can be queried at any time.
On the main console are rows of buttons, switches and keyboards, which are dazzling.
There are eighteen Doberman short-haired hounds in the villa. There is a security team of about thirty people. These people are all desperadoes recruited from the 72nd gang in Pengcheng. They are fierce, cruel, cunning and brave.
Possessing unique skills and quick response, they received high-efficiency training at the special security training camp before entering the villa.
The owner of this conjoined villa is No. 1 Song Xinrui, the head of the notorious "Pengxiang Business Committee".
Song Xinrui also participated in the World New Economic Forum held in Tiancheng this time. At the meeting, he met Xiong Yuanju, Wang Wei and others, and they were very enthusiastic on the surface. When they met again in the banquet hall, he raised his glass and walked towards Xiong Yuanju.
, proactively and enthusiastically greeted Xiong Yuanju, and Xiong Yuanju also introduced Wang Wei to him in person.
"This is my brother, Wang Wei." Xiong Yuanju laughed. In the past, they had done many secret business in the underworld together. Song Xinrui also had a good relationship with him, and the two sides also had some conflicts in the underworld business.
"I admire your name for a long time!" Facing the calm Wang Wei, Song Xinrui smiled and raised her glass to drink with him.
However, on the second day of the meeting, Song Xinrui returned to Pengcheng early for an excuse.
When No. 1 broke up with Angdi Sabah Mazong in Youth Park, he immediately returned to the underground command center of Zhuangjunshan Villa to supervise and coordinate the operations that had been carried out by various ministries.
He sat on a Barcelona-style high-back swivel chair, looking at the various images displayed on the fluorescent screen in front of him, and listening to the brief reports sent back to the command center by his subordinates. His heart was filled with joy, his nerves were jumping, and he was bursting with excitement.
The excitement caused a rare blush to appear on his face.
The hard work and hard work were not in vain. I never expected that the "Super Storm" operation would go so smoothly from the beginning.
When an accomplice of the "Number One Assassin in Southeast Asia" reported to him that the ambush went smoothly and Wang Wei and his car fell into the Lengshui River, he couldn't help but jump up and shout loudly: "God bless me!"
When gangsters in Tiancheng, Pengcheng, Fangcheng, Xiangdao and other cities began large-scale robberies, and when the Seventh Special Police Brigade and the local police were mobilized, he shouted a second time: "God bless me!"
When Ang Di reported to him that the air attack was successful and Xiong Yuanju, the president of the "Xiong Kingdom" and his party after attending the World New Economic Forum, were buried in the sea of fire, he jumped up again, raised his hands and shouted: "Oh my god! Thank God"
, bless me, Song Xinrui! Bless Pengxiang Business Committee for all the major events in the future to be successful!"
When the news world was in turmoil and the extra-large "extra number" of Pengcheng's "Pengcheng Metropolis Daily" was delivered to him, he was just about to shout for the fifth time, "Thank God for blessing me!"
The title suddenly grabbed his throat, making him unable to shout.
"Son of a bitch!" No. 1 jumped down from the leather swivel chair, his veins bulging and his heart filled with rage. He instantly looked like a furious "Doberman Pinscher" and wanted to tear the "Number One Assassin in Southeast Asia" to pieces.
.
"What happened?"
"ah?"
"Which link went wrong? Didn't he die? Didn't Wang Wei fall into the cold water stream? Didn't Xiong Yuanju also die in the sea of fire?"
"But why! Who can tell me!"
He finally controlled himself because it was impossible to tear the killer to pieces.
With a "clang" sound, he could only smash the wine glass to pieces.
The result in the newspaper was so unexpected. He thought for a moment, picked up the phone on his desk, dialed a mysterious phone number, and briefly spoke to a person even more mysterious than him.
Told him the information he wanted to know.
Number 1 put down the phone and immediately called the bodyguard, Feng Dahu, and ordered: "Get the car ready and go to the port."