Against the current Hengdao

24 hours later, the Celebrity Stadium, located in the golden area of ​​Linwan Harbor, ushered in the final battle of the top twelve.

The whole city of Linwan was dispatched, and a large number of fans flocked to the game site like a tide.

The airport was overcrowded, and many fanatical spectators came from other cities for this crucial game. They began to shout slogans from the airport, holding the attitude of "If you don't win the game, you will die with the foreign aggressor and powerful enemy".These people dragged the flags and banners, gathered into a red army, and marched mightily at the entrance of the stadium...

Traffic control has been started in more than a dozen nearby blocks. The most convenient reason for road closures is to guide fans and ensure the safety of the game.After carefully observing the surrounding road conditions, we can find that the number of police cars parked on the side of the road is much less than that on the usual game day, as if deliberately leaving a lot of free passage space in the streets and alleys.

However, in the surrounding buildings, street shops, roadside stalls and bus stops, many more mysterious and hidden figures flashed, wearing plain clothes, occupying all the traffic arteries from the stadium to the surrounding directions...

A heaven and earth net is woven in the dark, determined to win.

The team entering the field was in order, and the fans chanted slogans and sang the national anthem all the way.

Only one stand in the east was reserved for the fans of the visiting team, and the rest of the stands were all churned into a sea of ​​red, and the flags were shaking in the stands like waves.Yan Xiaodao and his brothers went straight to the VIP seats at the front of the stadium, just behind the media reporters' seats, according to the seat numbers on the stands.

Holding a five-star red flag, Yang Xifeng was quite happy: "It's a good thing to follow the boss, and the younger ones can even get a VIP seat. After so many years of watching the game, I always buy the cheapest ticket!"

Kuanzi Beier put on a serious face, and reminded in a low voice: "Is my elder brother taking you out to play?"

Yang Xifeng looked around with excitement in his eyes: "You guys understand!"

On the stand opposite them, where Yan Xiaodao couldn't see clearly with naked eyes, he guessed that Mr. Ling also led a group of capable and quick-moving people, lurking in that direction, echoing him from afar.There were more plainclothes scattered around the stands, but it was not clear which stand Captain Xue and Deputy Captain Fang were sitting in.

When the game was about to start, the audience shouted deafeningly, and the gongs and drums were loud. Those fans who were full of enthusiasm and infatuation did not know the story that would be staged on the court, as well as the crisis and turmoil outside the court.

When the South Korean team came out, the audience booed the visiting team in an insidious manner.

The home team cheered loudly when they played, and the figure of No. 11 Bei Jiahong was the focus of attention of the audience. Thousands of lights and eyes focused on the number on the back of Bei Jiahong's jersey.The scoring record of more than 20 goals in the league scorer list naturally makes many people have high hopes for Beckham's performance this time.

When Bei Jiahong was warming up and running, he was still serious and worried.When he was about to kick off, the man subconsciously lowered his head and kissed the red thread bracelet on his left wrist.Of course it's a lover's thing.

Yan Xiaodao turned up the collar of his T-shirt, and moved his lips to the miniature microphone: "Where are you now?"

He was wearing a light and casual shirt and exercise pants today, in a low-key and unremarkable attire, mingling among the fans.

The calm voice he expected came from the earphone: "It's just opposite you."

"Are you above the fans' stand of the visiting team?" Yan Xiaodao raised his head and looked at the opposite side.

"Almost, we have already prepared mineral water bottles and various throwing objects for the enemy soldiers below the stands, ha ha!" Mr. Ling let out a deep smile from his chest, and there was a lot of cursing with a local accent around him.

"Don't make trouble, pay attention to safety, baby." Yan Xiaodao reminded repeatedly worriedly.

"Did you find the suspected target?" Ling He asked.

"No, I've been looking for it all the time. There are too many people, looking for a needle in a haystack!" Yan Xiaodao said quickly, "Both Team Xue didn't say anything, they must all be looking for it!"

He couldn't even find Ling He wearing a baseball cap and wearing a high ponytail. The sea of ​​red swallowed up all new and innovative individual targets that might attract attention.

The whistle blew, and the thrilling game finally began.On the green lawn of the stadium, looking from a distance, it was as if two white and red dice were thrown on a huge green screen. The dice fell to the ground with a "bang" and scattered in all directions. ...

Yan Xiaodao was not in the mood to watch the game, he was focused on staring at the turbulent crowd in the stands.

This is simply too difficult. The tickets for this game are sold out, the stadium is full of 8 people, and there is no real-name requirement for buying tickets to enter the stadium, and there are all people around!Picking up one or two target persons from the turbulent waves of people is like sifting out a drop of water with the same color as the surrounding ones from the vast sea. Where will it go?When they had a secret meeting last night, they were not even sure that Gu Yaoting would definitely appear at Linwan Stadium tonight.If this person doesn't come, this trip will be in vain!

They gambled on the arrogance of their opponents, daring to appear in the most dangerous places.

Xue Qian was standing in a place that no one else expected.

The stand he was in was directly behind the South Korean team's goal. His position was already very close, and he was staring at Bei Jiahong himself.As the forward striker of the national team, Bei Jiahong wandered and clashed again and again. Every time he charged, his erratic figure passed the goal. Captain Xue could see all the subtlest expressions and body movements.

He didn't find the figure of the target person in this stand, and he didn't even see a hair.

Being extremely bored, I could only chat with acquaintances in the public channel of the intercom. Xue Qian chatted and said: "Actually, there have been gossips on the Internet that someone manipulated the results of the national team in the top twelve matches. At that time, everyone didn't believe it. In [-], this time, I should be able to enter the World Cup, not to mention the importance of the higher authorities! I didn’t expect to lose all the way until today! The rumors may be true.”

His deputy captain, Fang Yuhui, went on to say: "Didn't the economic investigation department find out, how many big dealers in Yancheng might be involved in gambling in Southeast Asia? Damn, they just want to make us lose this game! Today's 8 people are full This stadium, if it really loses by three goals, this group of people can still go out?!"

The kind-hearted deputy Fang is still thinking about the safety of the national team players, and he really has a sense of justice and mission as a police officer.

Yan Xiaodao said: "I also saw two leaking posts on the Internet. The analysis is well-founded and there are some evidences, directly pointing out that someone is playing tricks!"

Ling He slowly interjected in the channel: "So, Gu Yaoting is likely to participate in the game of the banker and inject funds to make money on it."

Fang Yuhui: "Stop usury, this person changed to this job?"

Yan Xiaodao: "Loan usury also involves troublesome things in the future, so it's easier to play games on the gambler. If Gu Yaoting is really greedy for money and profit, but just enjoys the pleasure and fun of playing with others in the applause, he will Will choose a business like a gambling syndicate!"

Ling He sneered: "If he uses his network resources again to control several key players, such as the team's goalkeeper and striker... the game will be easy to capture, and the principal and bonus will be collected. It is a good deal that will make no loss!"

These are another story that the Football Association and the economic investigation department need to investigate. At this time, Captain Xue and the people present only care about whether the number one suspect can be caught.

Unknowingly, most of the first half progressed, the two teams had nothing to gain, and the several action teams lurking in the stands also got nothing off the field.

Fang Yuhui growled: "Eh, eh? One-handed...fuck..."

Bei Jiahong received a diagonal pass from the backcourt, which turned out to be an anti-offside, a once-in-a-century offside error by a Korean defender!Bei Jiahong may not have thought of it himself, he hesitated a little at his feet, as a forward player, his natural keen sense of smell and sense of direction to the goal were enough to drive him to rush towards the opponent's goal with the ball!

Many fans are already on their feet ready to cheer, years of anticipation melted into the bright red paint on their faces.

Bei Jiahong got rid of all the defenders and sprinted towards the opponent's goal at high speed, but suddenly hesitated at the goal!He wanted to shoot but didn't shoot, the opportunity was fleeting, and the ball was confiscated by the opponent's goalkeeper.

"what--"

Sighs of depression and regret erupted from the audience.

Deputy Fang's violent roar deafened everyone's ears through the intercom. Xue Qian opened a separate channel to complain to this person: "You are so quiet, it is louder than calling the bed."

Vice-captain Fang almost choked on a sip of mineral water: "Damn, have you ever heard me call the bed?"

Xue Qian hummed humbly: "I have heard men call me bed."

Vice-captain Fang had goosebumps all over his body, and couldn't bear it, so he quickly closed the channel and refused to accept it.

Bei Jiahong's hair was dripping with sweat, and his expression was solemn. He raised his eyes to look in a certain direction of the stands, and then lowered his head, his face was even worse than at the beginning.

Xue Qian suddenly noticed: "Bei Jiahong's mood is not right, he should have let go of the ball on purpose just now and failed to score. Game seat, which stand did he look at just now in slow motion?!"

Director Bao, an old guy, is hiding behind the scenes and strategizing. At this time, he is guarding the central monitoring room of the stadium, facing dozens of monitoring screens, paying attention to the clues exposed in every corner.Taigong Duanran sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, directing the group of young people to charge and kill on the front line.

Bao Zhengwei coughed into the intercom: "It is about the direction of the stands from South 6 to South 8, close to the rostrum."

Yan Xiaodao stood up abruptly when he heard the words, and the younger brothers beside him quickly followed up. They looked around grimly, following the direction of Bei Jiahong's line of sight.

Bei Jiahong's running steps were hesitant and heavy, and he clearly kept looking in this direction, with a helpless expression on his face asking for help.

Yan Xiaodao reported softly in the intercom: "The 8th row of the south 12th stand is not far below us. Please zoom in and observe. I think the person wearing the wide-brimmed round hat and sunglasses is Lu Yilun."

Bao Zhengwei quickly confirmed from the surveillance: "It's Lu Yilun, he keeps looking at Lu Yilun."

Everyone was a little disappointed. Their source of clues was a private date between Lu Yilun and Bei Jiahong, and there was no real evidence.Lu Yilun showed up, but that young master Gu has been in hiding all this time. The high-end boxes of the stadium and the locker rooms in each lounge are under surveillance by the police, but no trace of the target has been found... Could it be that Gu Yaoting is sitting leisurely at home at this time? Waiting to collect stolen money?

"That person didn't come at all, did he?" Yang Xifeng was tired of carrying the banner, and began to lazily sit down and wipe his sweat to catch his breath.

"Oh fuck!...Hold on!!" Hiroko stood up abruptly, murmuring while hugging her head.

At the end of the first half, the national team lost its position in a chaotic corner kick defense, the defender missed, and the visiting team scored a goal!

There was a bang in the stadium, followed by a long sigh of frustration...

Xue Qian reminded leisurely in the intercom: "It's finally started."

The rumored score of the game was 0:3, and the drama finally began to take place.

Bei Jiahong lowered his head as if he was absent-minded, mingled among his teammates and walked through the aisle. This was a short half-time respite.

The originally high morale in the stadium disappeared in half in silence. Although many fans still had little hope, they firmly believed that the game could be turned into a victory. Facing the old rival South Korea that made the fans heartbroken, they must not lose at home.

The head coach re-arranged key position tactics during the intermission, and encouraged the players hoarsely.

Bei Jiahong was sitting in the back corner of the locker room with a dull expression. The coach's shouting was like an auditory hallucination to him, and the phone under the big towel suddenly vibrated...

He glanced at the number and pressed it immediately.

The phone vibrated crazily again, stimulating his nerves.

Bei Jiahong rubbed his sweat vigorously with a big towel, as if he wanted to rub off a layer of skin, and his face was bleeding.Taking advantage of the opportunity to cover his head with a towel, he couldn't bear it and quietly connected the phone.

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was clear: "Two more balls are needed."

Bei Jiahong remained silent during the call.

Gu Yaoting coaxed: "Honey, I'm watching you, be obedient."

Bei Jiahong: "..."

Gu Yaoting threatened: "If you are not obedient, I will take you back to Yancheng. You seem to like the life in Yancheng where there are people pampering you and accompanying you?"

Bei Jiahong: "...you are obscene and shameless."

Through the sound insulation effect of the big towel, there was a thunderclap from the direction of the head coach in front of him.The head coach couldn't bear it anymore and yelled: "I'm setting up tactics here, someone is calling below! Fuck, do you still want to play in the second half?!"

Bei Jiahong hung up the phone with a "snap", his face was pale, and he was dripping with cold sweat.

……

Bao Zhengwei suddenly said in the channel: "Bei Jiahong secretly answered the phone in the locker room, it should be because someone just called him."

Everyone in the voice field blurted out: "Is Gu Yaoting calling him?!"

Yan Xiaodao noticed that Mr. Ling hadn't said a word for a long time.

Just now, he wished that seven or eight people would grab the talk on the channel together. He has a keen sense of hearing, so he couldn't distinguish Ling He's voice at this time.What about Linghe people?

After the head coach scolded people, he yelled a few empty slogans hysterically.When the players turned around and prepared to play, the coach looked sallow and was on the verge of despair.Everyone seemed to have a premonition that the game would go on according to the score procedure rumored before the game. This was actually a "knockout match".

Bei Jiahong habitually falls at the end of the line, unwilling to be watched by others.There were many people around, and he seemed to be pushed and forced to move forward out of inertia. Except for his legs moving, his upper body and consciousness were in a state of numbness.This passage leading to the stadium has been dark and cold in his consciousness for many years. Every time he steps on this passage, it feels like crawling into a glacial purgatory, which feels uncomfortable and frightening.

Suddenly someone grabbed his elbow from behind, waking him up from the gait of a walking dead!

When Bei Jiahong turned his head, the corners of his eyes flashed the ends of the flying ponytail.He was caught off guard and dragged into the grocery room at the corner of the corridor!

Two tall adults were forced into the dark and cramped small grocery room, and they suddenly fell into a cramped state where their heads were almost touching their chests, although both parties were reluctant to have such physical contact-were not familiar with each other at all.

The appearance and aura of the person in front of him are aggressive, and the light green eyes have a strong attraction that can grab the consciousness of the surroundings, which surprised Bei Jiahong, who had no expectations for such a hasty meeting.Ling He covered his face with the brim of his baseball hat, and a long braid of hair hung down from the back of the hat.Of course, the two knew each other's faces. For many years, they had only heard of each other's names and never met their faces. Psychologically, they were deliberately avoiding all unseemly and unhappy memories.

Ling He cut to the chase: "Jiahong, where is that Lord Ting now?"

Becca Hong shook her head dumbly: "I don't know."

Ling He pointed to the outside with his finger, and said sharply: "The police's surveillance and eyeliner have already surrounded this place, and there is a net outside, and they will definitely be arrested tonight. Tell me, where is Gu Yaoting hiding?! "

Bei Jiahong hesitated for half a second: "He must be staring at me near the stadium, but the stands are so big, I really don't know where he is hiding!"

Ling He nodded in faith in this person, and immediately said firmly: "You are not allowed to lose this game, you go up in the second half to get the score back!"

Ling He was giving orders, and his tone was undeniable.One forced him to score an own goal, and the other made him equalize. Bei Jiahong almost wanted to spray Linghe with blood all over his face!

Bei Jiahong's eyelashes were still stained with dripping sweat, panting angrily: "Take it back? Do you think the Korean team is the persimmon team?!"

Instinctively, he didn't want to see Ling He, and he didn't want to contact anyone who knew his details. This was all to uncover his old wounds that had condensed into black blood scabs, and force out fresh blood from him.And the Ling He in his eyes was indeed like standing high above the surrounding clouds, despising him unscrupulously, that strong sense of superiority stripped the last layer of dignity from his face.

"The score fell behind because of you. Why did you deliberately not score in the first half? If you don't make it back, who will make it back?" Ling He's words made Bei Jiahong speechless.

Bei Jiahong's lips and teeth moved, and she suddenly growled: "Damn, I didn't do what he said. The person who was hacked to death was me and not you! The filthy and filthy person trapped in this muddy pond It's me, not you!! You are fucking fine, what right do you have to criticize me?"

"Do you want to be stuck in this mess forever?

"Do you enjoy getting all filthy and dirty?

"Don't you want to leave here forever?" Ling He seemed to be able to see through his heart.

Bei Jiahong was furious but speechless, his eyes were forced to get wet at that moment.It was the first time for him to experience Master Ling's fierceness, so there was no room for him to bargain.

"You can't die." Ling He also gasped as his chest rose and fell, and his complexion glowed coldly in the dark, confident and even natural cold, "You just do what I say, you can't die, your sitting The 'good friends' in the stands will be fine."

Bei Jiahong was speechless.Once again he was caught off guard by Ling He holding his shoulders, the two of them were in close contact with each other, and Ling He suddenly moved closer to his ear.

"Don't be so scared, don't be weak, be strong. I'll teach you how to leave the court tonight..." Ling He advised Xiao Bei in a low voice, and told him carefully.

……

As soon as the second half of the game started, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

If the national team can hold on for 10 minutes without conceding a goal, it is luck. The goal is already in jeopardy under the indiscriminate bombardment of the opponent.The visiting team has gained momentum and arrogantly attacked the precarious goal of the Chinese team.Captain Xue couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly switched sides and ran to the other side to "guard" the Korean team's goal.

Many fans in the stands had sad eyes.At this time, the online rehearsal before the outbreak of public opinion began, "The Chinese team will lose this time, and the score will not be more than 0:1!"

A large number of posts poured into the social platform, and the surging public opinion was like the seawater on the Linwan pier, which was quickly pushed to a climax with a salty and strong smell.

"Fix the match! I knew it was 0:3 before the game started!!"

"The Koryo stick has pushed THAAD to our border. The fall of Dagu tonight is a national shame!!"

"Xiaobei played completely abnormally today and didn't score a single-handed goal! It is said that he stayed out all night before the game and indulged too much. Can you not be weak on the spot! It's rubbish!!"

Bei Jiahong fell into the siege of the opponent as soon as he touched the ball in the frontcourt. He fell into a trance for a while, and kept recalling, as if stuck in a certain period of time in his memory, struggling in this suffocating quagmire.

For the rest of his life, he didn't want to return to this stadium, and he didn't want to set foot on this lawn.There was a faint layer of blood on the lawn, and the old blood soaked in the grass roots and soil layers, filling the whole stadium with a stench that he hated.

Linwan "Celebrity" Stadium - the name alludes to the number one corporate sponsor who built the stadium.That's right, it is the "Simple Celebrity" group owned by Chairman Jian Mingxun, who invested in the construction of this magnificent and incomparable stadium, where the nightmare of his life began...

He wanted to leave, to escape completely from this vicious cage soaked in silt.His feelings over the past few years are like Ling He who was hanging in a seawater cage with nowhere to escape.He wanted to plunge headlong into the cold and turbid sea water right now, since he was about to be hacked to death, why not die happily together!

All the fans stood up at this time.

Even though he did not belong to the police force in charge of security at the scene, Xue Qian stood up vigilantly at the same time, not knowing what was going to happen.

The audience began to sing the national anthem.

Bei Jiahong's back trembled, his face was expressionless in the camera's chase, his eye sockets were obviously trembling with moisture.The South Korean defender who was close to his mark may have been shocked by the national anthem of the marching rhythm. Past the opponent's defender.

The tragic national anthem continued, and the fans didn't even realize it. Bei Jiahong had already rushed towards the opponent's goal at high speed.He was still almost 25 meters from the goal, far away, and the central defender tried to intercept his continued dribbling route with a sideways tackle with both feet off the ground!

Bei Jiahong kicked, without even needing to identify the position and direction of the goal.Relying on one of the most painful illusions in his memory time, he swung his foot and slammed towards the strong and ferocious bronze gate with green-faced fangs, carrying the hatred accumulated for more than ten years!

The green-faced demon guarding the gate was bombarded into pieces by his kick, and fled in all directions before his eyes—the goalkeeper of the South Korean team was almost blasted into the gate with the ball!

God, the ball went in.

After a few seconds of silence, the Linwan Stadium was roaring like a boiling pot...

This was indeed beyond everyone's expectations. Captain Xue originally felt that the situation was bad, and he was going to join the armed police team on the scene to clear the scene.

"Oh my god, it's unbelievable...it's in!" The only real fan on the channel, Fang's deputy team, expressed his emotion about the goal, and his dream may come true in his lifetime.

The stands fell into a hysterical celebration mode, and it became more and more obvious that one person was depressed and out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.Lu Yilun's back suddenly shrank, his melancholy eyes were pressed into the shadow of the brim of his hat, and his fingers trembled restlessly.He put all his thoughts on Beckham, this goal will lead to a storm and blood on the back, how could these fans celebrating the goal think of it? !

Bei Jiahong himself was stunned, and his expression froze when surrounded by his teammates flying wildly.

What about the own goal?

He kicked the ball into the goal of the South Korean team...

Can he get out tonight?Will he be taken away by Gu Yaoting who is hiding in the stadium and chopped into meat sauce? ...

Can he trust what Ling He said?Will those people rescue him? ...

Lu Yilun moved slowly along the stairs and was about to leave, but was suddenly blocked by a solid figure, and when he looked up, he saw Yan Xiaodao blocking the way.

Lu Yilun's complexion changed, and he arched his shoulders and tried to squeeze past.

Yan Xiaodao said: "Mr. Lu, are you looking for Xiaobei, or do you want to look for someone?"

"What are you stopping me for? Get out of the way!" Lu Yilun had a gloomy expression. He has been in the circle for many years, and he can easily throw out all kinds of emoticons. The cloudy and sunny color of the face changes as soon as it is said.

"Do you know where that person is?" Yan Xiaodao asked unwillingly.

"I don't know anything, I have nothing to say, don't ask me." Lu Yilun was indifferent and frustrated, and the appearance of Yan Xiaodao seemed to force him to nowhere, feeling broken.He thought that Bei Jiahong would definitely lose this game as he had predicted before the match, so he would please those demons and give them both a chance to breathe, allowing him to plan to go far away...they are going to be doomed.

Yan Xiaodao still wanted to talk, but Lu Yilun suddenly broke out: "He scored a goal, you are very happy, you are very proud! Is it useful to have so many policemen? Can you catch the real criminals? Does anyone really care about Jiahong's life or death? If he wins this game, he will die, will someone care about him!"

Lu Yilun pushed Yan Xiaodao away impulsively and even roughly, and walked away.

"You can't just go out and run around, it's dangerous for you to go outside!" Yan Xiaodao's expression also changed, and he rushed down the stands and ran up the stairs following Lu Yilun...