It was raining heavily outside, and three cars were lined up in a long queue and moving forward slowly.
In the middle of the Mercedes-Benz car, Peng Bing is sitting in the back seat, next to the nervous female star Palan.
Seeing how nervous she was, Peng Bing smiled and said, "Don't be afraid of Miss Palan. The heavy rain tonight is just a sign of the good relationship between you and me - Langya, play a song for Miss Palan, be gentle!"
Langya, who was acting as driver and bodyguard in front, said: "Copy that!" and turned on the car radio, and soon a gentle Thai song came out.
After hearing the song, Palan's mood seemed to relax a little, and he showed an apologetic smile to Peng Bing.
Peng Bing also smiled at Paran. He liked this game of the big bad wolf teasing the little white rabbit very much.
So when Palan's mood eased a little, Peng Bing casually put his arm on Palan's shoulder. Paran immediately felt like he was getting an electric shock, and his whole body started to tremble.
Peng Bing enjoyed the fear of the other party. He continued to put his hand on Palan's shoulder as if he didn't know it. He looked out the window where the heavy rain was pouring and said: "Wow, it's raining heavily! According to the Chinese,
Spring rain is as expensive as oil, but a little heavier! Well, next year should be a good harvest!"
Just listening to Peng Bing's words and not looking at his actions, one would think that he is such a good person who cares about the country and the people.
After a pause, Peng Bing suddenly asked Lang Ya, who was driving in front: "Is there any news from Po Jun?"
"Not yet!" Langya said to Peng Bing in the back seat, "He will definitely inform you as soon as he has news!"
Peng Bing closed his eyes slightly and leaned his head back on the seat. Hearing Lang Ya's words, he said without raising his eyelids: "The wind and rain have changed, I'm afraid this journey will not be smooth! Where are the guards, have they been arranged?"
Langya held the steering wheel with both hands and looked straight ahead. Hearing Peng Bing's question, he glanced at the rearview mirror and replied: "Don't worry, I have selected the best soldiers to stand guard in turns. Your villa is impregnable!"
Peng Bing reached into his arms, took out a big cigar and wanted to bite it on his mouth, but he remembered something and asked the trembling Palan: "Miss Palan, do you mind if I have a cigar?"
Paran forced a smile: "No... don't mind."
Seeing her like this, Peng Bing smiled slightly: "Look at your expression... Well, I'd better forget it, I respect women very much!" He said respecting women, but the hand on Palan's shoulder was unscrupulous.
He rubbed Paran's shoulders.
After teasing Palan, Peng Bing played with the cigar in his hand and turned back to Lang Ya and said: "Now we must prepare for the worst. I know that you and Po Jun have a good relationship. You saved each other on the battlefield and it is a life-long friendship.
But you can’t be emotional at this time...understand?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Langya's eyes, he gritted his teeth and then nodded gently: "I understand, sir! I will focus on the overall situation! I will never mess around!"
In his mind, Lang Ya recalled the scene when Po Jun saved his life in a hail of bullets.
There was heavy artillery fire all around, and the soldiers were running wildly through the jungle with him on their backs. There were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and the whole surrounding was like a blazing hell.
"Put me down and go on your own!"
"No, we have kowtowed and worshiped each other, and we share life and death together!"
"It's only a matter of life!"
"Both must live!"
"Okay, if you say this, I swear to God, I owe you my life!"
"Wait until you survive!"
There was gunfire all around again.
Thinking of this, Langya closed his eyes.
"Po Jun, are you okay? If something happens to you, I will make my enemy pay for your life!"
The heavy rain outside didn't stop, getting heavier and heavier, and it was annoying.
At the same time, the Mercedes-Benz quickly drove to the front of the large villa where Peng Bing lived.
"Sir, we're home!" Lang Ya said, slowly slowing down the car.
Peng Bing took off the gold watch on his wrist and threw it aside. He loosened the cuffs of his shirt and said calmly: "You'll be there soon!" Then he turned to Palan and said with a smile: "This is your first time coming to my house. Wait a minute.
You can take a good look around. If nothing else, my living room is so big, my bedroom is so big, and the bed in the bedroom is also so big!"
Seeing that the car was about to enter the villa area, the black crown that had been following behind accelerated and passed the Mercedes-Benz and drove towards the back door of the villa, while Langya drove the Mercedes-Benz and stopped smoothly at the front door of the villa.
Look at the two sturdy bodyguards in black suits who got off the Crown car and walked to the back door of the Mercedes-Benz car holding umbrellas. One helped Peng Bing open the door and hold the umbrella, and the other took the initiative to invite Palan to get out of the car.
Paran didn't move in the car.
The bodyguard wanted to use force.
Peng Bing scolded: "Be polite to Miss Palan!" Then he poked his head in again and said to Palan with a smile: "Where can you go when it's raining so heavily outside? How about this, after we finish drinking tea, I will send you off.
Would you like to go home?"
Palan knew she had no choice. She was too soft-hearted, thinking that it would harm the theater owner and others, so she had no choice but to take risks and come to this tiger's mouth.
Paran hesitated and got out of the car, and the bodyguard helped her hold the umbrella.
"That's right! I won't eat you! Let's discuss art and life later!" Peng Bing held a cigar in his mouth and turned around to look around the villa. The guards who protected him were even there.
Even on such a rainy day, he did not slack off. They all stood guard around the villa with guns and ammunition. When they saw Peng Bing, they all stood at attention and saluted him.
Peng Bing nodded, very satisfied with the strength of the security. There were at least seventeen or eighteen people guarding the outside of the villa, and there were even twenty or thirty people inside the villa. Coupled with searchlights, flares, monitors, etc., this villa was really a real one.
"Copper walls and iron walls", according to Langya, are "impregnable".
Peng Bing lit his cigar, took a long puff, and waved someone to take Palan into the villa first, while he blew out a puff of smoke into the rain.
The smoke curled up in the rain curtain, and Peng Bing squinted and looked at the distance nearby.
In the distance are some poor people who have been soaked in the rain, shivering and huddled under the eaves - most of them are street vendors, trying to earn a few cents from their business by not going home despite the heavy rain.
Peng Bing shook his head, smiled contemptuously, and was about to turn around and leave, but turned back to look at the empty building on the street.
That building used to be a newspaper office. It was close to Peng Bing's villa, and people were often sent to take photos. In the end, because some bad news about Peng Bing was released, Peng Bing sent people to burn it down.
For some reason, Peng Bing felt a chill in his heart when he looked at the burned-out building that looked like a giant beast with its mouth open on a rainy night.
He hasn't felt this way for many years.
After all, he is also a soldier and has never experienced any battles. Only tonight was a little unusual.
After taking a deep look at the building, Peng Bing suppressed the urge to let people go over to investigate. He turned around and said to Lang Ya who was holding an umbrella and was about to leave: "It's raining too much, so don't go back! Stay here with me first."
For one night, we can wait together for news about Po Jun!"
Langya glanced at Peng Bing and said, "Okay, sir."
"It's raining heavily!" Peng Bing looked at the sky again, and then walked towards the door of the villa that had been opened by his men.
…
Paran was escorted by Peng Bing's guard and walked into the villa hall. After several roars, three bulldogs like calves rushed up madly.
Paran was so frightened that he almost fell down due to fright.
A whistle!
But Peng Bing arrived behind him and whistled to stop the three bulldogs from going crazy.
"I'm sorry, Miss Palan, did I scare you? I almost forgot that these three beasts don't like strangers!" Peng Bing apologized with a smile, but he touched the heads of the three bulldogs vying for favor.
.
"It's all you! You don't understand any rules! This is the first time Miss Palan comes to my house, and these beasts don't know her. What if something happens?" Peng Bing turned to face the guard escorting Palan.
scolded.
The guard was too frightened to raise his head.
Peng Bing turned his head and looked at Palan again, who was pale and trembling with fright, pretending to be distressed and said: "Look at you, you are so cowardly! It makes me feel really distressed! How about this, let's go to the second floor, I'll let you
I'll make you a cup of hot coffee, and you can take a look at my collection! Don't you like songs? I have a lot of vinyl records of big stars..."
As he spoke, Peng Bing winked at Lang Ya next to him.
Langya understood, and quickly ordered people to lead the three bulldogs away, and then called on everyone to send Lord Peng Bing upstairs.
The second floor is indeed Peng Bing's personal collection room. It is a huge hall with soft lighting. Various precious porcelains, jade antiques are placed around it, and various famous paintings are hung on the walls.
But I saw that those ancient porcelains were all very precious blue and white porcelain, from the Ming Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty, and even the Song Dynasty! But what Peng Bing liked most was the priceless emerald ancient Buddha displayed in a conspicuous place.
This ancient Buddha is worth millions of dollars. It has been enshrined here since he asked for it. It has helped him save the day from danger several times. It is his spiritual sustenance!
At this moment, Peng Bing invited Paran to sit down on the sofa, and went to the vinyl record collection to pick out another Beatles album, and then put it on the record player to play it.
Soon a melodious song came from the golden loudspeaker of the record player: "Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away..."
Paran immediately recognized it, and what was playing was her favorite song, "Yesterday" by the Beatles.
Palan was slowly relieved from the fright. At this time, Peng Bing brought hot coffee, sat next to Palan, looked at Palan with a smile in an extremely ambiguous tone and said: "Miss Palan
, drink coffee first! To be honest, the way you looked so pale just now made me feel distressed. Even though I am a rough man, I feel so uncomfortable!"
As he spoke, he moved closer to Paran, who quickly moved away and distanced himself from him.
Peng Bing didn't mind when he saw this. To be precise, the fat was still in his mouth and he was worried about it flying away?!
"It seems that Miss Palan, you have some misunderstandings about me."
"No, sir! You are a high-ranking Privy Council boss, but I am a lowly starlet. I am afraid that your identity will be stained! So, you should let me go!"
"How could it be? I just want to get in close contact with you and discuss life together, just like father and daughter - don't you think I'm so approachable?" Peng Bing said and approached Palan again: "Now,
With such beautiful music now, should you and I open up and talk about other topics?"
"Other topics? By the way, I want to watch TV!" Paran suddenly pointed to the TV in front and said, "My personal interview will be broadcast tonight, I want to take a look!"
"Haha, naughty! I'll satisfy you!" Peng Bing stood up with a smile, walked over and turned on the TV series.
The TV was broadcasting news: "It is reported that a major shooting occurred in Chinatown this afternoon, and a man named Shi was attacked..."
Palan immediately became nervous. She knew that Shi Zhijian was going to do a float parade in Chinatown today. Could it be that something happened to him?
Peng Bing picked up his coffee and crossed his legs. He also watched the TV report with interest, with a sharp look in his eyes.
"The scene was chaotic. The man surnamed Shi was shot twice and is currently being sent to a nearby hospital for treatment..." the newscaster continued to report.
"No, I have something to do and I have to leave first!" Paran couldn't bear it anymore and stood up from the sofa.
Peng Bing held the coffee and looked at Palan with a playful expression: "Do you know that Shi Zhijian?"
Paran looked at him suddenly: "What do you mean?"
"It means you are too nervous, as if the person who was shot was your boyfriend! This will make me jealous!" Peng Bing took a sip of coffee and said slowly.
"I don't care what you think, please let me go!" Paran begged for mercy.
"Leave? So what if you leave to see him? It's very unlucky to see a dead man on such a rainy night!" Peng Bing put down his coffee and looked up at Palan.
Paran was shocked: "What do you mean?"
"Ha!" Peng Bing raised his eyebrows, "You have asked this question twice - what I mean is, Shi Zhijian, he is dead!"
As he spoke, Peng Bingduan sat on the sofa and adjusted his suit: "The King of Hell told him to die at the third watch, and no one dared to keep him until the fifth watch - and I am that King of Hell!"
Paran was so startled that he backed away suddenly and bumped into the coffee table. The coffee on the coffee table was knocked to the ground, shattered with a snap, and the coffee was spilled on the floor.
Peng Bing looked at the ground and said in a loud voice: "You know, this is a Persian camel hair carpet. It costs thousands of dollars per meter. It's so expensive!" As he said this, he took out the handkerchief in his arms and wiped the splash on his leather shoes.
Drinking coffee, he said slowly: "If I were you, I would completely forget about Shi Zhijian now, then go to the bathroom to wash myself off, and then lie down quietly on the bed - as I said, I am a rough man, too.
No patience!"
When he mentioned the word "patience", Peng Bing slowly raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of fierceness.
Peng Bing himself was a soldier and had experienced the baptism of blood and fire. His ferocity made even his enemies tremble with fear, let alone a weak woman like Palan?
Paran took a step back in fright again, not knowing whether to continue begging for mercy or to run away through the door.
She looked back and saw that Peng Bing's henchman Langya was blocking the door, like a huge mountain that she couldn't get through at all.
"It's over! There's no way to escape this time!" Paran was desperate and had already thought of the worst outcome.
She looked around, no one could save him, she was so alone and helpless!
Peng Bing stood up, took time to straighten his tie, and then looked at Palan with his hands behind his back: "Don't look, no one can save you here! As for Shi Zhijian, it's even less possible! Unless..."
"Unless what?" Suddenly a voice said, "Unless I come back from the dead?!"
While talking, I saw a person slowly walking from outside, dressed in white and smiling!
