The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

Bai Su and Tan Shaoyuan agreed.

Shen Yuqing walked out of the door first.

The two of them will take charge of the rest of the matter.

Tan Shaoyuan took out a gun from his waist and neatly beat one of the minions present to death.

"Get to work early!" He said to the officers gathered in the hall, "The eldest marshal said that the remaining people in Yan Mansion belong to you!"

Soon, a burst of gunfire rang out in the hall, and the officers present shot the remaining people to death, leaving no one alive.

Shen Yuqing walked out of the gate of Yan Mansion and wandered around to the alley next to it.

Soon, the secret guard appeared next to him silently.

"Young commander."

"Has everything been dealt with?"

"It's taken care of," the secret guard said. "We met another group of people during the operation. They obstructed our actions in every possible way, and my subordinates also took care of them."

He thought for a moment before continuing, "My subordinates guessed that they were sent by the Second Young Marshal."

Shen Yuqing hummed.

Shen Ruye must have heard the news.

He wanted to save a few people and leave evidence that he had robbed the arsenal, which could be used against him one day.

Shen Yuqing works comprehensively, he has already thought of this.

Before the governor's transfer order came down, he had already asked the secret guards to handle the matter.

Yan Li's privately built arsenal was done in an airtight manner.

Shen Yuqing's intelligence network was extensive, and it took him more than half a year to find any traces. Finally, he pretended to be interested in Yan Shu and got clues from her mouth, following the clues.

To be able to keep it secret like this, several of Yan Li's confidants must know that these people must not fall into the hands of the governor.

Shen Yuqing said: "Well done."

The secret guard didn't say anything. He climbed up the wall and disappeared into the darkness again.

He is a little sleepy.

With a wound on his back, he leaned against the wall and smoked a cigarette.

White smoke filled the air. After smoking a cigarette, I regained my energy.

Adjutants Tan Shaoyuan and Bai Su carried the person out.

Shen Yuqing stretched out his hand to touch it, and his eyes fell behind them casually: "Why are you following a little tail?"

"He is in Yan Hai's room." Tan Shaoyuan said, "My subordinates have seen him. He is the person Yan Hai always keeps with him."

Shen Yuqing said oh.

He didn't say anything, turned around and got in the car.

Shen Yuqing returned to the foreign building.

When he entered the door, he saw Song Mingli sitting on the sofa, his body stuck in it, motionless.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he woke up.

After not sleeping all night, everyone was somewhat tired.

"I fell asleep here." Song Mingli twisted his neck and stood up, "Is the matter done?"

Shen Yuqing hummed.

Then he asked, "Is Huiyi awake?"

"not yet."

Song Mingli looked sideways and saw Tan Shaoyuan and Bai Su carrying a stretcher behind him.

He was not surprised by the person lying on the stretcher.

The second brother came back and talked about it.

In addition, there were two military doctors with them, plus a somewhat familiar face.

He frowned and thought: "Who is this?"

"Young Master Song, this is Adong who is following Yan Hai." Tan Shaoyuan said, "When I went to search Yan Hai's room, he stayed in the room and didn't run away when he saw us."

Song Mingli said: "He is loyal."

A Dong was confused and didn't understand what the scene was like now.

The people in Yan Mansion were dead and tied up, and it was a mess. Only he was taken into the car and came here.

He knew that this was the private residence of the junta marshal.

He got out of the car and found that the young master was being carried in another car.

There were two military doctors accompanying him. The young master's chest was wrapped in white gauze and bandaged.

"What are you doing!"

A Dong looked at Yan Hai's closed eyes, his eyes were red, his mood was a little broken, and he was about to cry, "The young master is dead, why don't you let him go?"

"Don't make such a fuss here." Shen Yuqing frowned displeased.

He glanced at the second floor and raised his chin, "Go and take a breath!"

A Dong was stunned for a moment.

Bai Su loosened his hands and pushed him.

A Dong looked at their expressions and the bandaged wounds, and he had other expectations in his heart.

not?

He held his breath and carefully put his index finger under Yan Hai's nose.

It's very light, the frequency is very slow, but it has energy.

A Dong quickly retracted his hand, but couldn't help but stretched it forward again.

After confirming that he was alive, he was suddenly filled with surprise and couldn't help raising his voice: "You're still alive! The young master is still alive!"

"Are you crying? Please stop yelling here!"

Shen Yuqing kicked him, feeling unhappy, "Throw them into the backyard, chirping, don't disturb Huiyi's sleep!"

Bai Su said yes, and he called two officers for help.

Soon, the hall was quiet again.

Shen Yuqing's tense body also relaxed. He supported the seat next to him with his backhand, not as energetic as before.

Suffering a gunshot wound, he gritted his teeth and persisted for most of the night, and did not return until dawn.

He is a little weak.

"I have to rest."

Shen Yuqing waved his hand to Song Mingli, "I don't have the energy to entertain you, you can do as you please!"

"Row."

Song Mingli didn't say anything. He picked up the coat that was on the sofa and put it on, "Then I'll go back first. Huiyi, please take care of it."

Shen Yuqing snorted in response.

Tan Shaoyuan helped Shen Yuqing go upstairs.

He sent him to the door of the room without going in.

Shen Yuqing opened the door, and Sisters Huang and Liu were on duty alternately, keeping an eye on Song Huiyi in the room.

They do their job conscientiously.

Song Huiyi hasn't woken up yet.

Seeing Shen Yuqing come in, Mrs. Huang and Mrs. Liu hurriedly stood up to speak. He made a shushing gesture and waved his hand slightly to signal them to go out first.

Then they left.

Shen Yuqing approached her gently. He stood beside the bed, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, with a faint smile on his lips.

"How good!" he thought to himself.

Seeing her sleeping in his bed filled his chest with satisfaction.

Song Huiyi woke up from thirst.

She slept for a long time and was completely awake when she opened her eyes.

My mind was confused and there was a slight pain, and my throat was extremely dry.

She knew that she slept at Shen Yuqing's place yesterday. She turned over and wanted to ask him to give her a glass of water, but she didn't see anyone.

She was alone in the bed.

She sat up and prepared to get out of bed, holding her right hand. Just as she stretched out her feet, she was suddenly startled.

Shen Yuqing was lying on his side on the ground.

In the severe cold winter, he was still not afraid of the cold and slept with his arms bare.

His back was turned to her, and a thick gauze wrapped around his shoulder and wrapped around his wound. The wound was stained red with blood and looked scary.

Song Huiyi quietly got out of bed, and she stretched out her right hand to check his injuries.

The fingertips had just touched him, and even before Song Huiyi noticed any touch, Shen Yuqing, who was sleeping, suddenly turned over and grabbed her wrist hard.

His eyes were cold.