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Huh-huh-
It turns out that Kyushu has risen...
Several more cars passed by one after another, and when he squinted at some familiar faces in the car, Tang Chao immediately understood the identity of the newcomers. He should be the one who was summoned by Zhong Wanqing's previous call to the police, the Hutson professional killer.
The identity was indeed within the scope of responsibility of Jiuzhou Rising. The latter also discovered them, but did not stop, but one person picked up the car walkie-talkie...
Tsk, I guess I'm going to fall into trouble.
This judgment of course refers to Hutson. Not to mention that he must have been injured from a distance just now. Even at his peak, Tang Chao did not think Hutson could withstand the pursuit of Kyushu Rising. The home court could
They all have extra BUFF bonuses, otherwise why would they be called local snakes? Not to mention, not long ago, the Tang Dynasty almost fell into trouble in South Korea and could not come back, let alone the current Hutson...
Of course, thoughts like this only circulated in Tang Chao's mind, and then they disappeared. It had nothing to do with him, just hang it up high. He had no interest in wading into this muddy water, let alone killing again.
people, it makes no sense.
Turning around, the scene of the incident in the distance was already being cleaned up. When Kyushu Uprising was passing by, a car stopped. I had joked before that Kyushu Uprising was a professional corpse collector. In fact, it was not a pure joke. Cleaning up the underground world caused trouble.
The messy stalls are originally the work responsibilities of official organizations like them, and it is the same in all other countries.
The only difference is that some members of the underground world are kinder and don't want to leave any traces to be caught, so they will clean up by themselves or ask professionals to clean up. Of course, there are also people like Hutson who have no taboos, so they can only be cleaned up by the local people.
The organization is finished.
Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, there was a bang, and the SUV body shook. Immediately, something rolled over from under the car and hit Tang Chao's feet. He subconsciously stepped back half a step, looked down, was stunned, and leaned over.
Picked it up, looked at it over and over again, raised his head, looked at Zhong Wanqing and the two people who were also looking at each other dumbfounded, scratched his head,
"Uh...is this our camera?"
"Okay, it seems so..."
That's right, what Tang Chao picked up was exactly a camera. The appearance model was very similar to the one Zhong Wanqing had before, but now it looked very damaged... but it should be that camera.
For a moment, the three of them were speechless.
what is this?
They were brought out with all their might before, and then thrown out in order to survive. In the end, after going round and round, it was inexplicably returned to their hands... This must be at least the level of a spiritual weapon. You will know that you have recognized the owner without losing any blood?!
Then they thought of something, and the three of them walked around together. On the other side of the car, they saw a figure that appeared from nowhere and was lying quietly under the tire, motionless. Looking at this posture, they didn't guess.
If it was wrong, he probably didn't see the road ahead clearly in the dark, hit the SUV body, and threw himself into the street.
Is there such a thing as porcelain?
After looking at each other in confusion, the experienced police officer finally took action. Zhong Wanqing lit up the screen, leaned over and turned the figure over, "Oh..." she exclaimed, the light and shadow were messy.
It's not a corpse in a miserable death state. If it were really a corpse, Zhong Wanqing wouldn't be frightened. He was breathing, although the breathing nose and mouth were very crooked...or rather, it was very compressed. Well, under the dim light
This image of honor is really hard to describe. Above the nose, it’s basically normal. Below the nose, including the bridge of the nose, the whole thing suddenly collapses. What’s even weirder is that there are lines on both sides of the cheeks, clearly inlaid with wavy patterns. If I read it correctly, it should be the sole of a certain sports shoe.
style……
After looking at it for a long time, Tang Chao touched his chin: "It looks familiar...is he the one who came to sign the contract a few days ago?"
Zhong Wanqing and the two were stunned when they heard this, then looked carefully and slapped their thighs: "It seems really true, your surname is Zhou, I remember..."
"That makes sense." Tang Chao nodded, "I remember this person wears glasses, gold-rimmed glasses, and the prescription looks pretty good. I don't wear them now, so it wouldn't be surprising if I bump into them... Well, it seems that I have overlooked something.
……Well?"
The three of them were stunned, looking at the camera, then at the agent named Zhou at their feet, and finally at the scene of the incident in the distance...
"No, it's not..."
"I'm afraid so..."
"Then this is...internal strife?"
Under the influence of cause and effect, nothing can withstand scrutiny. If the three people in Tang Dynasty were simply shocked to bump into Hutson again, then now with the appearance of cameras and the agent named Zhou, the victims in the distance
His identity seems to be revealed.
"Big news...if that person surnamed Guan is also there." After coming back to her senses, Zhong Wanqing sighed with a sense of gloating.
Lao Wei also sighed and shook his head: "You have to blame yourself, no one else is to blame."
Both of them reacted, and Tang Chao naturally understood the relationship inside. He couldn't help but shook his head. Just like what Lao Wei said, there is no way for good and misfortune to come to others. It is really no one to blame. Of course, Tang Chao
What’s even more emotional is the other party’s perspective. It’s not good to hire anyone if you have money. If you have to hire someone with a bad temper and mental disorder, you’re not seeking death...
At this time, a flashlight flashed over, and the people from the Rise of Kyushu had arrived. Two young men came closer, looked at the three Tang Dynasty people, and then paused at the face of the agent named Zhou who was lying on the ground, and moved.
Open, one of them stepped forward and smiled at Zhong Wanqing: "Is this Officer Zhong?"
"My surname is Zhong, but I retired two years ago. Who are you?" Zhong Wanqing looked a little wary. She was a little unsure about the identities of the two young men in front of her. Logically speaking, since she could expose her previous job
, he should be from the public security system, but the other person did not have the temperament she was familiar with. He looked quite friendly, but there was a vague pressure that could not be explained.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "That's it." The young man smiled and handed over a red notebook, "We are peers, but the things we deal with are quite special. Please read it for me.
Confidential."
Tang Chao glanced at the side, the Bureau of Special Affairs, there were several stamps stamped on it, all from the public security procuratorial system, he curled his lips, the certificate was real, the stamps were also real, but this identity must be fake.
Yes, Kyushu Rise’s consistent style requires such an identity to cover up his daily activities.
"Don't worry, I understand the rules." Zhong Wanqing had obviously heard of similar departments. She looked serious, handed back her ID, and subconsciously saluted. Halfway through, she realized it and put it down in embarrassment.
The young man smiled upon seeing this and saluted back. Then his eyes passed over the badly worn steel rim tires: "The car broke down? Do you need help?"
"Uh, it doesn't seem necessary. We called the tow truck company and it's already here..." It did come. Just as he was talking, a small tow truck finally turned off the highway intersection, but it was quickly stopped by the people from Kyushu Rising.
Upon seeing this, the young man picked up the walkie-talkie and said a few words, then nodded with a smile and said, "Ms. Zhong, um, do you mind if I call you that? Haha, it's indeed a bit late now, so it's not convenient to disturb... Actually, it's not much.
It's a big deal, but you know, some things cannot be exposed to the public, as it will have some unnecessary impact, so I hope you and your colleagues can keep what you saw tonight a secret, okay?"
Zhong Wanqing nodded immediately: "Understood, I can sign a confidentiality agreement."
"Haha, this is not necessary. As I said, it's not a big deal." After a pause, the young man turned to look at Tang Chao, a little confused, "I would like to ask, have we met before?
It always looks a bit familiar..."
Of course I have seen it before. I even praised you for your good Bajiquan... On the surface, Tang Chao nodded lightly: "I also remembered, we have seen the small temple in the mountains."
"Are you one of those tourists?" The young man suddenly said: "Oh, let me tell you... Haha, then there is no need to sign anything, they are all acquaintances..."
After chatting for a while, when the tow truck came over, the two young men took advantage of the opportunity to say goodbye and took away the manager surnamed Zhou. After a few people walked away, Zhong Wanqing looked curiously: "This is what you said last time with Weiwei.
The one who signed the confidentiality agreement?”
"Yes, but I didn't sign with them, the other two people."
Zhong Wanqing nodded to indicate that she understood, and stopped asking. Several people helped get the SUV onto the trailer, and then they got into the front seat of the trailer with the two masters and slowly drove away from the wilderness and onto the highway again.
After wandering for more than half an hour, we finally got off the highway and approached the city. When driving through a relatively remote section of road, the warning lights at the intersection ahead flashed. It seemed that there was an accident, so the tow truck slowed down and pulled over.
It was indeed an accident. In the center of the intersection, there was a heavy truck loaded with goods and a black car that was almost crushed. There were not many onlookers, only a few traffic policemen handling the accident and a man who was calling Qu.
driver,
"I really didn't drink, and I didn't drive while fatigued. If you don't believe me in your test... I was driving normally. The other party ran the red light. I was driving very fast. I didn't think I could even brake in time. You can adjust the monitoring, as I said.
It’s all the truth…”
"Hey, this truck driver is in trouble." Two tow truck masters chatted after seeing this.
"He's unlucky. He has insurance, and it seems like he won't survive after being hit like this. He's made a lot of money. The real unlucky ones are those who were disabled..."
"That's true..."
After a small incident, the trailer entered the city after crossing.
…
Go back in time, ten minutes ago.
Beside the road, a figure fell out, covered in blood. It was Hutson. He gasped and raised his head. His eyes were still as calm as water, but his pupils were slightly dilated, reflecting the shadowy construction vehicles and other buildings on the roadside in front. He stooped and climbed up, taking one step.
, step by step, dragging his heels dripping with blood, he walked slowly forward, like a wild beast that accidentally broke into the steel forest.
It was only a short distance of less than fifty meters, but I walked for several minutes until I reached a car parked on the side of the road. A car of sexy fans was trotting. In the car, young men and women were flirting and laughing.
Sen stretched out his palm and put it on the edge of the car window. The young man subconsciously turned around and was startled.
"Fuck! Who the hell are you? Where did you come from!"
After breathing briefly, Hutson looked calmly: "Give me the car!"
"Huh? What did you say? Say it again!" The young man was so happy that he stretched out his hand to open the car door, "Awesome, I have encountered a robbery. You don't want to ask who my buddy is. I
Damn it, believe it or not... Why are you pulling me, uh..."
Following the fearful gaze of the woman next to him, the young man saw clearly the condition of Hartson in front of him. Except for the neck and above, there was almost no shameful place on his body, and blood was still trickling out from several places. He paused and forced himself.
He laughed twice and said, "Hehe, hehe, I can spend a lot of money on a robbery. I am acting in a movie. This is ketchup..."
"Give me the car!"
"Brother, are you short of money? If you are short of money, please report the number and rely on friends when you go out. I like to make friends the most..."
"Give me the car!"
"You're crazy!" Smelling the pungent smell of blood, the young man turned the car key calmly, turned it several times, and finally turned it on tremblingly. Without thinking, he stepped on the accelerator, and the sound was loud.
go out.
His palms paused in the air. Hutson looked at the car in the distance quietly, lowered his head, and continued to walk forward step by step. He walked like a zombie for about seven or eight minutes, and came to another car.
There was no one inside, so I looked around, picked up rocks from the roadside, and smashed the car window with a loud bang. Suddenly, the piercing sirens filled the night sky.
Hutson ignored it, opened the car door, leaned in, forcibly opened the door lock guard, and worked hard for a while. After a few minutes, the piercing siren disappeared, followed by a buzzing sound, the headlights came on, and he turned around and took the car with him.
Get in the car door, sit in the car, freeze for a moment like a sculpture, then put it into gear, turn the steering wheel, and drive off the roadside.
The speed of the car was very fast, obviously exceeding the speed sign erected on the side of the road, but Hutson drove very steadily, and there were no cars on the road. He went straight forward, passed the first intersection, and when he reached the center, he saw
Suddenly there was a bright light, and a thick loudspeaker sounded rapidly, and immediately, boom——
…
I have heard a story about a couple traveling on a bus. They were attracted by the beautiful scenery outside the window and asked the driver to stop. After they got off the bus, the bus continued to move forward. When the couple stopped to admire the mountain scenery, they only heard the sound in front of them.
There was a loud bang, and the bus was hit by huge rocks rolling down from the landslide, and fell into a deep ravine. None of the passengers on the bus survived. After the shock subsided, the man said, luckily we were not on the bus. After hearing this, the woman said,
If we had not got off the bus midway, the bus could have passed by before the rocks fell, and the people on the bus might not have suffered this disaster...
This is a paradox about fate and time.
There is no way to tell who is right and who is wrong.
Just like what Hutson is experiencing at this moment, if he had chosen to kill the young man and woman and seize the sports car instead of watching the other party leave and not waste more than ten minutes, would he have encountered the situation now?
No one knows about this accident...
The fact now is that the heavy trucks rolled over him, and he and his principles remained at this intersection forever.