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Several cars behind surrounded the taxis. In the early morning, I couldn't figure out who these people were coming from, and I didn't know whether their purpose was money, people, or something else.He pressed the beeper, praying that someone would answer it, then put it in his pocket, held the gun in his hand, and got out of the car with his back against the body.

Some people came down one after another from those cars, most of them were dressed in black, and they could not be seen clearly in the dark like fog. In the early morning, there were roughly a dozen of them based on the outlines. There were eight bullets in his gun, but I don’t know The purpose of coming here is not to use a gun easily.

His martial arts performance is not very good, because he was too thin and small when he was in school, and his strength was not enough. His hand used to holding a paintbrush suddenly clenched into a fist, and he couldn't adapt to it anyway.He can only learn some flexible anti-joint fighting techniques, and he can deal with a few people. If there are more than ten people, it is obviously not good for him.

A man in the lead walked towards him, surrounded a person and a car,

"Who are you?" Qingchen lowered her voice, trying to sound rough.

The people who came did not speak, but took out bats and ropes one after another.There is no lethal weapon, it seems that he wants to kidnap himself, so his life will not be hurt for the time being.I have nothing, so there is only one possibility, to kidnap myself to blackmail the young master.

"What do you want?" He didn't know if the phone was connected, so he could only say loudly:

"It's too much work for a dozen people to come just for me!"

In the early morning, he pressed against the vehicle behind him tightly, calculating whether to be kidnapped by them to find out the truth, or to try to break through.

If it was before, he would definitely have taken the risk, because he knew that his weight with the young master was not enough for him to become a bargaining chip and pretend to be kidnapped. Maybe he could find out who was behind the scenes and what they wanted.

However, he remembered the young master's anger when he slept in the hotel last time, and he was no longer sure if this would be self-defeating.So he decided not to leave the back to his opponent, in that case he would definitely not be able to leave today.

The visitor still did not speak, but slowly approached him, more than a dozen to each other, they were very relaxed, although the person in front of him was not very short, but at first glance, he had a slender frame and looked fragile, with a snow-white face It is still clearly distinguishable in the dark, so it must be easy to control.

In the early morning, when he saw someone hitting his palm with a bat, and someone swinging the rope around, he knew that these people didn't take him seriously at all. Maybe he could take advantage of their underestimation of the enemy, and he calculated how to knock down as many as possible.Before he could finish his thoughts, the man on the left had already bullied him. In the morning, he grabbed his outstretched right hand and twisted it, using his knee to push it up. The man's joints were twisted and he screamed and bumped into the man on the right. , the person on the right was hit hard by him, slipped and fell on the thin snow, and the two fell into a ball.

The people around were taken aback for a moment, obviously they didn't expect him to have kung fu.The person in charge shouted: "Let's go together!" Then he surrounded them.

In the early morning, he leaned against the car body to block the attack in front of him, hit a few with his hands and feet, and turned his head to see a bat coming towards him. If he used his arm to block it, his arm would definitely be destroyed. Before he could think about it, he took out his gun and shot, the ball The stick was hit instantly, shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

Someone yelled: "Damn! This kid has a gun!"

The people around stepped back slightly in fear, and took the opportunity to knock out two bats and a swing stick with three shots in a row in the early morning.

The person who was obsessed with swinging the stick couldn't help being stunned when he saw the slender metal stick being broken.

Raising the gun in the early morning: "The next shot is the hands and feet, who sent you?"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a powerful attack from the back of his head, and there was a dull loud noise. In the morning, he was knocked down by the huge force from the back of his head. He didn't feel any pain, but his eyes were dark, his throat was sweet, and the pain in his left ear Old wounds began to rumble.

The person who climbed onto the roof of the car and successfully attacked dropped the bat in his hand, and shouted, "Tie it up!"

Kneeling up reluctantly in the early morning, he felt that his limbs were strange and unlike his own, and he was not under his control. He forced himself not to faint, but to wake up, and he clenched the gun in his hand. The figure in front of him was shaking regularly. gun, and one fell down screaming, clutching his arm.

Someone kicked Qingchen to the ground from behind, and the gun fell far away.The moment the rope was tied to the shoulders, the headlights came on in the distance, and someone shot from the car. Seeing that the situation was wrong, the remaining people tacitly dragged the injured companion and Qingchen to the car.

In the early morning, I broke free from the untied rope, turned my hand and took out a knife, tremblingly unfastened the buckle, and the blade popped out with a "snap".He leaned against the waist of the person beside him who was pulling him: "Let go of me, or you'll lose a kidney, and you're just doing things for others, and you think it's worth it!"

The two people holding him dragged him to run desperately without making a sound. He tried his last bit of sanity, but finally couldn't bear it, so he just stabbed the hand on his shoulder, and when he heard the scream, he turned his hand and stabbed it to the other side.The two let go of him and covered the wound.The person next to him stopped and looked into the car. The people in the car looked at the approaching car from the rearview mirror, and made a gesture. Everyone left early in the morning and jumped into the car that had started and drove away quickly.

In the morning, I stood up unsteadily, ran towards the direction of the car, took two staggered steps, knelt down involuntarily, and didn't feel cold when I put my hands on the snow, retched a few times, felt dizzy, and felt dizzy in my left ear. The rumble drowned out the sound of footsteps running towards him.

After Han Ziye finished the meeting, he didn't see Qingchen's figure when he turned around. Fang Ya went to his ear and told Qingchen's whereabouts, and he nodded.

The dean of the research institute came up with several models of chief teachers Hulala and said that Hanwha had already prepared a dinner, which was nearby, and invited the general manager to show him the honor. Ziye thought that the family had already gone back to prepare dinner in the early morning, so he said that there was still a dinner party He took Fang Ya into the car.Before driving far, the pager rang, and the number showed that it was calling in the early morning.

He picked it up, and there was a murmur from the receiver. The voice seemed distant and weak in the early morning. He was asking, "Who are you?"

Ziye became alert in an instant, while monitoring the movement over there, Guan Fangya asked for a cell phone and called Peter.

"Peter, there is danger in the morning, locate him! Quick!"

Qingchen's next words came from the receiver, and Ziye's face turned pale.

The driver, Angkor, immediately braked when he heard that his tone had changed. Fang Ya also froze in front, looking back at him anxiously.

There was a crackling keyboard sound from Peter's side, and he quickly replied, "Boss! I found it, it's in the southwest suburb of the city! That road has no name..."

He passed the location map to Ziye, and added: "I'm nearby, hurry there first—"

Zi Ye's voice trembled: "There are more than a dozen people on the other side, you must be the fastest... bring your gun!"

Peter came alone, and he could only bluff and fire a few shots in the distance. Before approaching, several cars had already fled in different directions.He only had time to support his head that fell to the ground early in the morning. There was a huge lump on the tentacles, which was obviously hit on the head. Peter didn't dare to shake him, so he could only call his name.

"Chenchen! Chenchen! Can you hear me?"

In the early morning, he struggled to open his eyes, his pupils dilated sharply, and his eyeballs dangled in all directions.The figure in front of him was shaking violently, he was dizzy and wanted to vomit, and he could barely hear someone calling his name in his ear. He knew he was saved, and passed out relaxedly.

Just as Peter was about to carry him into the car, Han Ziye had already arrived by speed, and he jumped out before the car stopped. He saw the white face lying in Peter's arms in the early morning and stopped breathing for a moment. He calmed down and asked: " Does it matter?"

Peter picked up Qingchen and handed it to him: "I was conscious just now, and my head was hit by a heavy object. It's best to go to the hospital immediately." He turned back and ran to his car, "I'll stay and look for evidence!"

Fang Ya rushed over and covered her mouth when she looked at the early morning: "Raffae!"

Ziye asked her to turn around and open the door for him, and the two of them put him into the car as lightly as possible.Fang Ya jumped into the car, and Old Wu quickly turned around.

Ziye hugged Qingchen's upper body, letting him lie in his arms, with his head resting on his arms.He regained his stalled heartbeat and took a deep breath to calm himself down.While feeling for other wounds on his body, he confessed:

"Angkor, try to drive steadily, he hurt his head."

Fang Ya called Dr. Liu and was describing the situation in the early morning.

Ziye touched it all the way, and found that Qingchen clenched his left hand tightly, as if he had something in his hand.He gently opened his stiff fingers, and there was a button inside.He held the button up to his eyes, it was just an ordinary black plastic button, nothing special, but he knew it must be the clue he got early in the morning.He put the button in his arms, and then held that cold hand. He almost lost his mind the moment he heard the gunshot on the phone. He had never been so flustered by anything in his life. The experience frightened him, and he wished he could push Lao Wu away and drive by himself.

Waking up early in the morning to the shaking of the car and severe nausea.He first smelled the familiar and warm body odor, masculine, masculine, and pleasant, it was the scent of his favorite young master.

He was lying in the young master's arms, and this realization made him struggle, unable to vomit in the young master's arms.

"...Master, hurry up..."

Ziye quickly held his head and looked into his eyes.

"Awake? Where is it uncomfortable?"

In the morning, his face was pale, and his forehead was sweating uncomfortably

"Put me down quickly, I want to vomit...uh..." He resisted the discomfort and wanted to sit up.

Ziye took out her handkerchief and put it near his mouth, her voice was low and calm, her arms tightly surrounded him like a safe fortress:

"Spit here, baby, I'm by your side, don't be afraid."

Accompanied by that sound, was the chest vibration and heartbeat attached to the right ear in the morning.

The sounds, smells, and heartbeats of the midnight, for some reason, made the early morning quiet quickly, and fell into a strange sense of psychological comfort.

He retched a few times, but he didn't spit out anything, so he could only ask:

"Master... so comfortable, can I sleep?"

Ziye seemed to be twisted by someone, and his stomach was tightened:

"Don't sleep, can you talk to me?"

He forced his brain to work, but he couldn't find something relaxing and pleasant to chat with Qingchen. He didn't know any of Qingchen's hobbies, didn't know what he was doing in his own time except serving him, didn't know that he liked to eat What, their relationship has always been full of pressure and tension.In the end, I can only ask:

"Plum wine... how long does it take to brew it?"

There was no answer in the morning, and he had lost consciousness again.Ziye could only grit her teeth and press her face to that snow-white, warm forehead.