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"Eh, eh, killed someone..."

There was no more beating, and the stupid pillar still held his head and twisted on the ground, making moves to dodge punches and feet.

The heart is full of fear.

With a constant combination of punches and kicks, he recalled the pain and humiliation he endured in detention.

Wang Feng was very confused, this stupid pillar would not be beaten stupid, right?

But whether he was stupid or not, Wang Feng didn't bother to help.

A minute passed quickly.

The slap finally stopped, and the chief of the security section lowered his hand and returned to his senses.

In an instant, I felt an unparalleled stinging pain, and it was as if there were needles on my face.

"Ugh!"

"What's wrong with my face?"

He screamed in pain.

Tentatively touched, it felt that the face seemed to become much larger.

It has become bigger, and now the blushing one is like a monkey's butt, and the swollen one is like a pig's head.

It looks extremely funny and ugly.

The one-eyed uncle couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the grandmother who sold needlework also covered her mouth and snickered.

This scene fell in the eyes of the chief of the security section, and he was immediately furious.

"You guys laugh a fart! 30"

Then, looking at the surrounding members of the security section, he asked:

"Didn't you rush people? Why are these two old things still here? He also laughed at me inexplicably, looked at the fire, and hurried away! "

Listening to his order, the security officer immediately walked to the booth of the two old men with bad intentions.

The one-eyed uncle and the grandmother looked at each other, and their pupils shrank sharply in fright.

The silly pillar is still lying on the ground.

Thought that the security section was going to beat someone again.

"You... Don't come here! The one-eyed uncle let out a hysterical shout, tilted his head, and suddenly lay down.

The face turned the color of pig's liver in an instant, and two lines of blood flowed from the nose.

The guards of the section were all shocked.

"Section chief, this old man is lying down and has a nosebleed."

"The old thing pretends to be a ghost." The chief of the security section scolded, covering his red and swollen face and stepping forward to check.

At first, he thought that the old man touched porcelain and wanted to trick him into evading the security department.

But when he saw the situation of the one-eyed uncle clearly, he couldn't help but slow down his heart.

"Hurry up and find me the factory doctor!"

By the time the doctor arrived, the blood between the one-eyed uncle's nose had begun to coagulate, his lips were purple and black, and his face turned blue and gray.

The factory doctor only glanced at it, and then the secret passage was broken, which was the face of a dead man.

The restless listened with a stethoscope, and the heartbeat had stopped.

Open the eyelids and the pupils diffuse.

The temperature was measured, and it was already below the minimum body temperature of a living person.

"People are dead." The factory doctor straightened up with an ugly face.

He rarely saw dead people, and he was very unaccustomed to it at this time.

"Dead!?" The security section looked shocked.

"You are murderers, kill him!" The grandmother who sold needlework saw that her old friend was dead in front of her, raised her head, and pointed to the chief of the security section and others to complain.

"What are you pointing me for, he fell himself!" The security section looked confused and quickly defended.

"You killed him, so many of you want to drive people away, frightening the old man, and suddenly dying." Lou Xiao'e was morally motivated and loudly helped.

"That's right, although you didn't move the boss, but you scared him, you should not be able to bear it in your heart, so you will die like this." Zhao Liang covered his broken head and said fairly.

"The price of arrogance." Wang Feng chuckled and glanced at the head of the security section, and the meaning was self-evident. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"You bloody mouths!" The guard section was embarrassed and angry, and ordered his subordinates:

"People are not killed by us, let's go!"

The people who guarded the section seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and at this time they all flashed quickly, obviously no one wanted to take responsibility.

The chief of the security section also slipped away.

"You asked the family to deal with the aftermath." The factory doctor said a word, and hurried back to the rolling mill.

No one wants to take responsibility.

In the blink of an eye, only Wang Feng and the others were left in place, and there was a corpse lying on the side of the road.

"This group of beasts, bullying us, killing people, patting their asses and leaving, what beasts!" Lou Xiao'e cursed angrily.

"It's better to report to the police, this kind of thing, we can't handle it." Wang Feng proposed a prudent way to deal with it.

"I'll go." Zhao Liang took the initiative to run errands.

On the other side, the chief of the security section returned to the rolling mill and went straight to Director Yang's office.

No matter what the age, the death of a dead person is a big deal.

Don't look at him when he left, he was very relaxed, in fact, his heart was already in turmoil.

"Your face is so swollen that you were stung by a wasp?" Director Yang couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the pig face of the security section chief.

But the chief of the security section did not say anything on this topic, but his face tightened and he said with a heavy heart:

"Director Yang, something happened."

"What's going on? Someone is reluctant to go, causing a physical altercation? Director Yang asked thoughtfully.

"It's not." The chief of the security section shook his head and said in a low voice: "Dead." "

Director Yang's eyes widened, and his dirt twitched.

"What's going on?" He asked in a deep voice.

"There's a boss .

Syllable!

Knowing the ins and outs of the matter, Director Yang slapped the head of the security section fiercely, and the pain that had just eased some was awakened again.

The chief of the security section gasped in pain.

Director Yang was still puzzled and slapped him again.

"You know what? A dead old man, it doesn't matter how he died, but he died in the realm of the rolling mill, and died violently in front of everyone who guarded the department, and at this moment, you and I will be punished from above! "

Saying that, Director Yang was so angry that his liver hurt 227.

"Director, we didn't move him, the old man must have something seriously ill, and the person suddenly fell to the ground and died." The chief of the security section looked unconvinced by the quibbles.

"Are you deaf?" Director Yang glared at him and gritted his teeth:

"No matter how he died, he died in the rolling mill, we will be responsible, die in front of you, bear the brunt of me, the director of the factory, will be held accountable, and you will also be severely punished at the scene!"

The head of the security section saw that Director Yang was angry and said that the matter was so serious, and he suddenly felt that a great disaster was imminent.

"What else is the pestle doing here? Get out! I don't want to see you! Director Yang rushed with a look of disgust.

The chief of the security section shrunk his neck and sneaked away.

And Deputy Director Li stood outside with a teacup, and his smile was meaningful.

"Lao Yang, I think your opinion is very correct, setting up a stall outside the rolling mill is indeed inappropriate, affecting the traffic and the image of the rolling mill, I support your approach and drive away all the vendors from the stalls."

"Old Li, you are less pretentious." Director Yang's face was as black as coal.

Deputy Director Li smiled and left calmly, unable to help but snicker in his heart.

If someone dies, Director Yang will be unlucky, and it is likely that the director will not be able to do it.

His opportunity came, and he planned to go to his father-in-law at noon to dredge up relations, and strive to seize this once-in-a-decade opportunity and take a step up.