Against the current Hengdao

Ling He looked at the young master in a shirt and trousers who walked into the room.

This person seemed to be about 35 years old. It was difficult to tell his exact age from his appearance. His body was thin and his face was pale and tired. When he stood in front of him, his spine was obviously bent sideways and he couldn't stand up straight.With such a sideways curvature, this person always presents a pale and distorted sickness, like a plant that has been infected with mildew for a long time and has become crooked and incurable. It is unhealthy from the inside to the outside!

"You are Zhao Huaifeng." Ling He looked at him calmly.

"Ling He." The man with a sick face looked at him, his eyes were dull, and at this moment he took out a pale palm and wiped his nose, imperceptibly becoming more anxious and upset.Zhao Huaifeng looked Ling He up and down, took out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit, and wiped the sweat stains on Ling He's forehead and neck.

That handkerchief had a sickly strong fragrance, and I don't know how many layers of perfume it had been sprayed on.Ling He's nasal mucosa was irritated, and he turned his head silently, avoiding the abrupt and blunt contact and care of Mr. Zhao.

When Zhao Huaifeng turned his head again, the entourage behind him hastily moved a soft chair with flattery.Mr. Zhao is probably extremely weak and cannot stand for a long time, or he is too delicate, and he loses his identity when standing and talking.

"Linghe, it's nothing. I just want you to come over and talk." Zhao Huaifeng sat down and wiped his sweaty neck.

"Prick my chest with muscle paralyzing drugs, and then tell me, you just 'please' me to come over and have a talk." Ling He looked coldly at this sick young man who was weak like a willow supporting the wind.

The three buttons on his chest were torn apart, and a needle hole remained on his chest, and the dark blood scab had coagulated.

Zhao Shiyan's precious son, Zhao Huaifeng, did not show up at his grandfather's commemoration meeting as scheduled today, but instead kidnapped Ling He and ran here?It seems that this unfilial descendant of the Zhao family, at a time when the family's prestige is in flames, still wants to carry out his shameful career stubbornly to the end.Zhao Huaifeng kept sweating: "Linghe, I also know that Gu Yaoting is in your hands now, let's talk about conditions."

Ling He immediately vetoed: "You are looking for the wrong person. Gu Yaoting is in the hands of the police, not me. You should directly kidnap the directors of the task force who are in charge of the seal today. Binding me is really useless."

"I understand Linghe, it's you, it's because of you!" Zhao Huaifeng trembled like a cramp at the corner of his mouth, and his mouth crooked as soon as he spoke, "If Gu Yaoting has offended or felt sorry for you before, I will Do you want to pay for him? I will drink three glasses of wine as a penalty, and I will bow to you to make amends? How much compensation do you want, we can..."

"Joke." Ling He spoke in a quiet voice, deep and calm, with two sharp lights shooting out of his slender eyes, "Did that vulgar thing, Gu Yaoting, offend me? He doesn't deserve to offend me, does he?"

"Then you, you insist on making trouble for him and forcing him to be arrested and imprisoned, why?" Zhao Huaifeng bowed anxiously.

"To disgust you!... Hehehe!" Ling He sneered relaxedly, "In order to expose your family's backyard fire and crimes, I will scratch my heart and sleep. Seeing that you are not doing well, I will Peace of mind."

"Ling He, you are like this... I thought you were a decent person, why are you..." Zhao Huaifeng looked at Ling He as if he had witnessed a freak. No one in his life dared to speak to Ling He in such a tone. The family speaks.

"What's the matter with me?!" Ling He couldn't help throwing out a series of rustling smiles, and replied, "Zhao Huaifeng, why are you pretending to be stupid? Isn't it your Zhao family who offended me? Who kidnapped me and my father in the street with a dirty mind and using despicable and indecent means? Who used heinous means to mutilate my dear and loved ones to death without a human bottom line? Who is above the top? Do you still dare to accept congratulations from all the officials in the world without shame and indifference? Mr. Zhao, do you have the courage to go to your father’s tea party now and ask yourself in front of the wreath tablet of your respected old man? In a word, how much crime and blood has been stained on your hands, and how many innocent people have been bullied? What face does your family still have to survive? How dare you breathe in front of me?!"

Zhao Huaifeng: "..."

It's true that Ling He hasn't found a suitable target for a long time and concentrated his firepower to fight, his words are slack, and his desire to fight is almost exhausted by the ordinary and meaningful world of two people.Mr. Zhao's sudden appearance to scold him was just a blow to his sanity and ignited the flame of revenge in his heart that had never really been extinguished.

Zhao Huaifeng also shivered in shock, looking at Linghe with a pair of muddy and confused eyes, as if he didn't know these past events clearly, but in fact he was clearly clear, he knew the inside story.This person seemed to be amazed that Mr. Ling still had the obsession with revenge for the death of his dearest relative after so many years, and he still talked about him eloquently.

Zhao Huaifeng tried his best to open his eyes, very puzzled: "Linghe, after all these years, your father is no longer there. Now let's talk about him, he is no longer there, but you are still young and still alive. Do you want to live! You came back from thousands of miles this time, chasing and biting us, what exactly do you want to do? What do you want to achieve? This kind of destruction of jade and stone and loss of both sides will hurt us, what good will it do for you and me?"

"Hahahaha..." Ling He smiled with open arms, it was indeed interesting, these were indeed two distinct worlds, and they couldn't even communicate with each other with the air they breathed.

He squinted his eyes and smiled the most vicious expression, "What do I want to achieve?... Mr. Zhao, I just want to see the day when your Zhao family is stripped and exposed to the world. You will never be able to stand up again. I want to watch your hypocrite Lao Tzu crawl on the ground with his ugly, dirty and pus-filled body, kneel at my feet and lick the rotten blood on the floor of this room, and dry you all. The crimes that I have created with my own hands! Finally, I want to hear you describe to me in detail, the ecstasy of your family being thrown into the frying pan and roasted in hell, Is it good or not?... Heh, I want to hear it very much!"

I, Linghe, have tasted the taste of pain for more than ten years, and the reincarnation is finally your turn today.

How can the nobles floating in the clouds appreciate the wastage and hardship in the world?How can they taste the hard half life of the suffering orphans who were thrown into the [-]th hell?This is a completely different life situation, so that they talk to each other, and they can't understand each other's persistence.

The words "why not eat minced meat" seem small and shallow.

Ling He can see that Mr. Zhao invited him here today because he "sincerely" wanted to talk to him--Ling He, why do you accept and enjoy the three days and three nights when Gu Yunzhou was tortured to death more than ten years ago? Memories, and then, use this dispensable old memory in exchange for a benefit or compensation as a placebo, and the two families will settle their grievances and take a step back!

Mr. Zhao successfully ignited his already dim flame of hatred, making him instantly change back to the Linghe who appeared on the "Cloud" and killed decisively in the cold and rainy night of Linwan Pier 5.

He didn't change a bit of things soaked in his bones and blood.Finally fell into the frozen river again, the cold soaked the limbs and bones, fell into hell with these evil spirits today, and turned into ashes together, what a joy!

"But Gu Yaoting, he really didn't harm your parents. Linghe, you can just talk to Bao for me and ask him to let Gu Yaoting go. Why is the trouble so out of control..." Zhao Huai Feng raised a pair of cloudy and helpless eyes from the hunched figure.He really couldn't do without that strong and vulgar man who suits his appetite and taste very well, a few days seems like three autumns!I feel clearly that I have been addicted to opium for a long time. Drinking poison to quench my thirst is like drinking more and more happily, and I am already terminally ill.

"That young master Gu? Oh, don't worry about it, he's dead." Ling He mocked with disgust, "Young Master Zhao is really a rare seed of infatuation in the world, put down your figure and use your noble body to cater to the general just like that Lowly and obscene, you don’t feel ashamed and disgusting to feed ghosts with your body? Gu Yaoting let you guys undress and kneel on your knees to lick with the help of a natural giant! You are inseparable from Gu Yaoting! The rotten and dirty water accumulated in the bitch's intestines, and the whole body stinks. You and him are really a pair of filthy idiots who are made for each other. They dug the grave of your Zhao family by working together. The death of the two of you The fleshy body turned into water will definitely enrich the fertile soil and nourish the earth, making the world laugh and applaud!"

Zhao Huaifeng: "..."

Mr. Zhao was dumbfounded, and then fell into rough panting and sweating frequently.After a long period of illness and excessive indulgence, his body was like a loose sponge riddled with holes.He couldn't handle Ling He regardless of his mental and physical strength, and he lived ten years more in vain, and his face was covered with blood from the pungent venom!

If his temper had been stronger, he would have ended up just like Watanabe Yangshan, who was about to die from a heart attack.It was because of his physical weakness and kidney deficiency that the unlucky Mr. Zhao didn't even have the strength to "be pissed to death".

The reason why he locked Ling He with the ready-made shackles in the room was also because he couldn't beat Ling He and was afraid of being beaten.

He and the wanted criminal, Gu Yaoting, are the product of a sick and perverted sexual relationship.Who would have thought that the son of the Zhao family, who has a great family, a great business, and a noble status, is weak in body, lacks masculinity, and is inhumane, but he has been obsessed with coveting tall and strong men all his life, and he likes tough men the most. If you don't fall under the golden gun, you can't stop wanting to die!

As long as one can indulge one's lust and pleasure, noble chrysanthemums can also be given to evil spirits to devour and taste, and the body of gold and jade in the upper class is nothing but a mass of white and trembling rotten flesh on the bed.When he spread his thighs shamelessly, his screams were enough to subvert the brilliance inscribed on the lintel of his three-generation family lineage.

……

The birthday commemoration was carried out smoothly in a peaceful atmosphere. After three rounds of tea, the old people sat around in the spacious venue, watched the documentary introducing and commending Comrade Zhao’s life, and listened to the commemorative report.

This kind of symposium is full of fake and empty, drowsy, but everyone is used to it. Today I commemorate and praise his family, and tomorrow I will come to commemorate and praise my family. The power and glory are passed on among the big families. Together.

The people on the rostrum ended a lengthy report, and another documentary specially made for the symposium was opened on the big screen at the scene.Everyone lowered their heads to drink tea, and then their scattered eyes fell on the big screen in front of them.A slightly weird "Zi Zi la la" sound was released, which made everyone think that the playback device had malfunctioned at first.

The equipment was actually working normally, but what was played was not a pre-prepared documentary, but a mobile hard disk inserted into the interface that was quietly replaced by someone.

Suddenly, some extremely familiar figures flashed on the screen. Everyone's faces were so clear that everyone was familiar with them.It's just that these people have obscene and vicious smiles on their faces, and they make panting and harsh water-stained sounds that can only be made in certain scenes.Most people's bodies are naked, showing the ugliness covered by the clothes to the world!

The person who was violated in the video may be Mai Yunliang, or it may be Gu Yunzhou from more than ten years ago. I can't see clearly, because the victim has been blurred with a mosaic, but the offenders all clearly show their faces.Everyone's faces are extremely vivid, their movements are in various poses and with different expressions, and the scene is full of demons dancing wildly. Every frame of expression makes people confirm their identities.

this is too scary.

This is simply scarier than any horror movie ever made.

Because the devil showed his face and was exposed.

There was a "hum" in the venue, and everyone was shocked. Many people turned pale with shock, and then fell into a panic exchange of flirting and whispering.

Zhao Shiyan, the old man of the Zhao family, stared blankly at his own trembling, rough body with cracked bark on the big screen.In this scene, in a long memory, he remembered that there was indeed such a handsome, gentle, and detached man. He seemed to be getting off the man's writhing body in pain, swaying towards the curled up The helpless boy in the corner...

Zhao Shiyan was as silent as a clay sculpture and wood carving, and then his body fell into a trembling, with shadows of people around him, and the voices of people were noisy and indistinct.

Shocking blood words began to burst out on the screen, every word was bloody, questioning and complaining, pointing to the truth about the murder case more than ten years ago and the "Brick Book", listing ugly names one by one superior.

The speaker was so frightened that he ran to the back of the hall and frantically tried to turn off the projector placed there, but he couldn't turn it off in panic. The big screen on the wall continued to go to the three-day and three-night mode without reducing the volume. Instead, it became louder and deafening!This person is also mediocre, with a short-circuited brain and stupidity. It is the easiest way to unplug the power plug directly.

When everyone was shocked, Professor Ning Hengqian sat silently in the chaotic venue without looking at the screen, like a lifeless sculpture.

He had already quietly removed a pair of film gloves from his hands and stuffed them into his trouser pocket.It is just the most commonly used protective gloves in the laboratory. It is thin and non-marking, but it is enough to cover fingerprints and other marks.

Ning Hengqian's face suddenly aged irretrievably, and every wrinkle revealed a look of sorrow.

What he needed to do was also done, for his student Gu Yunzhou.Some things he found clues and had doubts at the beginning, but in the face of his irresistible Shangfeng power, he could only swallow his doubts and anxiety in silence, immersed in guilt and regret for many years...

He is nearly eighty years old anyway, and at this age and qualifications, he can do whatever he wants without fear.An old life is dying, no need to think about the consequences!Ning Hengqian rubbed the grip of his cane, turned around slowly, and quietly left the venue.

Just in the direction where Ning Hengqian left, a hundred meters away from the Xishan Villa compound, sitting in a wheelchair was Mr. Ling Huang who was eagerly looking forward to the big show Mingjin.Ling Huang's eyes were brilliant, and his face glowed golden and coppery under the sun. When all the plans were about to come to fruition and revenge, all ten fingers were trembling with excitement.

Professor Ning passed by Ling Huang who was in a wheelchair.The old man staggered and walked numbly, not looking at Ling Huang's expression, as if he had never seen or recognized him...

Zhao Shiyan wondered if he noticed Professor Ning's unusual expression and behavior at the venue today.

He may have seen it, felt it, or he may not have expected to be stabbed in the back at all.But no matter what, he didn't have the opportunity and strength to pursue it any further.

He was nothing but an old man on the verge of death, a skin that had already given off signs of the stench of corpses in advance.

This so-called commemorative tea party was Zhao Shiyan's last struggle before he died. He wanted to seek shelter and support secretly in the circle, trying to avoid this catastrophe by making a big deal small, but he didn't expect to dig his own grave, and the commemoration would become his The public humiliation meeting!It is conceivable that the person who tried to kill him must have stabbed these evidences to the top...

Zhao Shiyan trembled violently on the seat, and suddenly trembled under the crotch, and a foul smell forced into the nostrils of the people around him.The rest subconsciously covered their mouths and noses in disgust. Mr. Zhao suddenly twitched half of his body, and his body slowly fell to one side. When his head fell to the floor, the white eyes glowed blue, and the eyelids were dirty, showing a crooked mouth and squinted eyes. Stroke phenomenon, and incontinence of feces and urine.

This man must have known that disaster was imminent, and he must have felt the loose rotten flesh from his limbs and bones scattered one by one, and the sticky silt of the black swamp swallowed him up...

People around shouted, and the ambulance rushed to the foot of Xishan.

The police have also arrived at the Xishan Villa, but due to status restrictions, they dare not rush directly into the important area of ​​the villa, and they did not sound the siren, saving face for all parties.The leader of the task force learned that Ling He did not appear at the venue today through communication with individual guests who left the venue early with embarrassing expressions.

Bao Zhengwei immediately called and informed Xue Qian and others who were going to the other direction of Yancheng to search for people: "Linghe is not in the Xishan Villa. The secret locations that Gu Yaoting explained last time, where do you think are the most likely?"

Xue Qian replied without hesitation: "I discussed it with someone just now—the place where Gu Yunzhou was killed."

……

This is a scenic spot called Yandang Lake at the foot of the mountainous area in the north of Yancheng.

The beach with the most beautiful scenery in Yandang Lake is not open to the public and is closed in a ring all year round.Some elegant villas are half-hidden by lush greenery and rarely seen.

This is a place for game trading and holding that Gu Yaoting confided, where lively feasts with singing and dancing are regularly arranged.The enjoyers often turn over the cards and count the numbers, perhaps according to the order of the numbers in the Twelve Shaodian Book, and click No. 2, No. 3, No. 6, and No. 8 to have fun together.

It's a pity that the most coveted No. 1 escaped back then, otherwise she must have been the most beloved beauty at the midnight singing and human meat banquet in the villas around Yandang Lake, and she must have been favored forever.

Ling He's wrists were still imprisoned, his long hair was loose, and there was a smile on his lips.

A ray of light came in from the window of the villa, hitting his profile and body, leaving a charming shadow on his face.There seemed to be a round of light above his head, forming a semicircular arc of light on the wall, and the light guarded him.

Zhao Huaifeng snorted, as if sincerely confessing to him, our family is willing to compensate you a sum of money to make up for the physical and mental trauma caused by your parents' death!

Linghe, you are already at ease abroad, so you shouldn’t come back to cause trouble. Our family has a deposit of more than [-] million U.S. dollars in a Swiss bank, and all of this money can be transferred to your name. [-] million U.S. dollars can be exchanged for one Life, [-] million in exchange for your parents, two such precious lives should be enough for you, and can allow you, an ordinary person, to live a life of superiority and abundance like heaven for the rest of your life!

Yes, unfortunately, your mother died too, but there was a slight mistake in the dose. There was no need to kill her directly, Ling He, I'm really sorry, you have to drink this bowl of "minced meat" again...

Mr. Zhao dragged his sickly golden body to stand up reluctantly. After wandering for a long time, he realized that he couldn't find a way to deal with Ling He. The police held everyone's evidence. What was Ling He afraid of?Mr. Zhao can only nagging and begging Ling He to agree to this generous condition, to exchange Young Master Gu from the police, to intercede with the special case team, to let the Zhao family go, and to stop pursuing the old matter from now on. , Old and dead do not communicate!

When Zhao Huaifeng's family was in great trouble, he was still thinking about taking away his thick-skinned old friend, fantasizing about going far away with Gu Yaoting, and going to the United States to continue to have fun.

However, Ling He's words shattered his dream.

Ling He sneered and said, "Let me tell you a secret—your Zhao family is about to die. Zhao Huaifeng, do you know what lively and wonderful things will happen at the birthday commemorative meeting of Xishan Villa today?"

Zhao Huaifeng was upset: "...What do you mean? What will happen?"

Ling He glanced at the clock on the wall, knowing it in his mind, and winked at this man: "You call now and ask your scumbag father."

Zhao Huaifeng dubiously instructed his assistant to dial the phone.The assistant's face changed drastically when he got the call, and he didn't dare to report, so he handed the phone directly to Mr. Zhao.

"What? What did you say was put on the venue?

"What happened to my father?... What happened to him now?!..."

Zhao Huaifeng seemed to be drenched in a pot of boiling water, and his eyes were red.He thought that today's deal could be a tug-of-war, and he would have some talks with Ling He later, and he would be tougher if he was soft, but he didn't expect that someone would directly cut off his back and draw his salary from the bottom of the pot.

The hot sweat steamed out of the pores of his whole body, "brushing" down his face and neck, Zhao Huaifeng almost couldn't stand still and fell to the ground: "You did it?... Linghe, you did it?! "

Ling He looked up and laughed, dripping with joy...

The sun hit Ling He's eyelashes.The middle of his collarbone, where the skin of his neck is the most fragile, was pierced by a thick metal needle.

At that time, Zhao Huaifeng was trembling all over, his eyes were red, and he was crying and begging, "Linghe, you should soften up, bend your knees, I didn't want to hurt you, it was just a naughty human game, don't play it." Human life!As long as you are willing to surrender, we don't want to kill you at all. Why are you so vicious and persistent?

Do you have to follow your father's old path, Ling He?At the beginning, Gu Yunzhou refused to give in because he was ignorant of current affairs, and was forcibly fed with medicines one after another, and finally died on the bed.Ling He, this needle tube contains stimulants, muscle paralysis and aphrodisiacs. These drugs will eventually make your heart beat wildly, blood vessels swell, mental disorder, and be tortured to death in a state of hyperconsciousness. Do you want to Choose such a lose-lose ending?How much hatred can be forged in an old case of old sesame seed and rotten millet...

Ling He smiled beautifully, and spit out a mouthful of venom at Mr. Zhao, spit it on the other's face, and retaliated with eight words: "Blood sea and deep hatred, we can't share the sky."

The needle tube sprayed out a transparent and terrifying liquid, which melted into Ling He's blood vessel drop by drop.

Those things made his muscles tremble uncontrollably in disobedience to the command, and a chill circulated throughout his body.Some places swelled out, some places sunk, he fell into passive convulsions and trembling, his eyes gradually blurred...

Just like this, Zhao Huaifeng stabbed Linghe with a needle when he lost his helmet and armor and was desperate.

Zhao Huaifeng also has a unique heart of sympathy and sympathy.In his mind, when dealing with a person like Ling He, he should not use a knife or a gun to bleed and ruin his face. This is the way to die cleanly, leaving at most a pinhole on his body, how beautiful it is.

He really didn't want to kill Ling He at first, because it was useless to kill Ling He.He pinned his hopes on crushing Linghe with a big golden mountain, and reached a deal with the golden mountain, but failed shamefully.He originally took out the [-] million yuan to bribe Bao Zhengwei and other members of the task force, but they were all rejected. No one dared to protect their family at this moment.He has nothing to do with Ling He, Ling He is the kind of person who won't keep his mouth shut until he sees the coffin.

With the support of his assistants and bodyguards, Mr. Zhao staggered out of the room in a hurry, the group of people looked ashen and chaotic.

"Have all the monitoring been erased?"

"Turn off all the surveillance cameras before coming in."

"Erasure all traces in the room, erase..."

"..."

Mr. Zhao was erected one by one on the left and one on the right, and walked down the stairs slowly, he almost had to find a sliding pole to lift him up.These years, Gu Yaoting was about to squeeze out the last trace of yang energy, making people neither human nor ghost, and this is called rotten to the "root of life".

A bodyguard was dragged at the end, responsible for taking care of the scene, waiting for Ling He to die, and then calling for other people to completely deal with the traces of Ling He's existence, so that Ling He disappeared from the world.

It so happened that there were only two of them left in the room.

Ling He's side profile was still attractive when he was extremely weak. The arc from the bridge of the nose, lips to chin looked good in the sun, but his breath gradually weakened, his head drooped inch by inch, and finally his chin touched the needle tube in the middle of his collarbone, and his eyelids were closed... …

The bodyguard's expression was obviously anxious, and he walked back and forth a few times with his eyes wandering. Suddenly, without any warning, he strode forward and stretched his hands up to touch Ling He's chest, abdomen and thighs a few times.

This guy's "anxiety" turned out to be uncontrollable, and at this time, he actually moved a little bit, trying to take advantage of the opportunity.

Ling He remained motionless, as if he had lost consciousness and was about to die.

The bodyguard probably felt that Ling He's posture fixed on the wall made it very inconvenient for him to "strike", anyway, it would be disposed of soon without leaving any traces...

The bodyguards opened and removed the shackles on Ling He's hands and feet one by one. Watching Ling He slide from the wall to the shady floor as if losing his strength, he was dazzled, or in other words, he had never seen such a stunning beauty before. The man couldn't wait to pounce on him, and stretched out his hand to the waist of Ling He's trousers...

This guy hadn't even touched the key position with his fingers, Ling He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes shot a bone-chilling coldness.

The moment the eyes of both sides suddenly intersected, Ling He hit the cartilage behind the other's ear with his palm.It was the move he used to smash Yan Xiaodao a few days ago, this time he used all his strength to switch the opponent into a suffocation state with one palm!

Ling He got up from the ground, obviously paused, and there was a violent convulsion from throat to chest and abdomen.

He pulled out the thick needle tube inserted under the neck by himself, and inserted the needle tube hard into the aorta blood vessel of the opponent's neck, pushing the remaining liquid in without a drop, and then pulled out the gun from the opponent's back waist.

He knelt at the window of this room. In his field of vision, the group of people who came out of the gate downstairs were none other than Mr. Zhao who had left in a hurry.

Ling He's hair was scattered, and half of his long hair blocked his face.

The other half of his face was stern and meticulous, aiming his gun at Zhao Huaifeng's staggering figure, aiming at the vital parts of the opponent's head.

This is a short gun with a silencer, which is not easy to use. He is still better at using a military rifle or a semi-automatic fully automatic shotgun.But this was enough for him to take revenge today and blow off the head of Young Master Zhao.

Ling He's hand holding the gun was shaking all the time.He used his strong spiritual will to resist the swelling feeling of the drug rushing left and right in his blood.

Fresh blood kept overflowing from the needle hole in his neck, forming a long and thin line of blood, flowing through his half-naked chest, and dripping on the ground, almost draining his remaining strength... His eyes became more and more blurred, still Gritting his teeth, he stared at Mr. Zhao's slowly moving back of the head until the other person was carried by the bodyguards and stuffed into the rear seat, making him lose the angle and opportunity to snipe.

In the end, he didn't shoot the opponent.

Ling He's eye sockets were sore, and a white mist appeared in his eyes, feeling sorry for his father.

What made him hesitate and tremble at that moment was not the medicine, and the medicine was not enough to crush his strong nerves and unswerving revenge that had been tempered for 15 years.What crushed him was his reluctance and nostalgia for Yan Xiaodao.At the very moment when he raised his gun, he saw the engagement ring on his left ring finger in the limited field of vision.

He just proposed to Xiao Dao yesterday, and he didn't want to break the contract.

He is responsible for such a decision, and he wants to spend the rest of his life with the knife.

The special case team surrounded a certain villa in Yandang Lake and came to rescue people.

Xue Qian followed the criminal police captain of Yancheng's local special case team in the car, and found a clear location by familiarizing himself with the road.

The police watched as Mr. Zhao fled into the black special car and drove away in a hurry from the gate of the villa.

The moment Yan Xiaodao rushed out of the car, his eyes were red, and he had a sharp weapon in his hand, and was about to shoot at the back of the head of the noble man reflected in the rear window.His sleepless nights of pain and determination were all concentrated on the tip of the knife.

Xue Qian had a sharp eye and quickly grabbed him back, firmly holding down his palm, not letting him fly out with the fatal knife.

Xue Qian growled: "I don't want that guy to die in your hands...save people first!"

The three words "save people first" woke up Yan Xiaodao.Several people were about to rush into the main entrance of the villa, at this moment, there was a muffled "bang" above their heads!

Then it was a tire of Mr. Zhao's special car that exploded, the rubber was torn apart and exploded into a pile of rotten flesh.

The police officers, including Yan Xiaodao, are veterans and experienced. The muffled sound is the sound of gunshots with silencers.

The rest subconsciously rushed to the surrounding bunkers, temporarily protecting their vitals to avoid attacks.Only Yan Xiaodao didn't move where he was, looking upstairs with his head up.

He knew it must be Ling He.

What he saw was Ling He's sideways figure holding a gun.Ling He's long hair fell down his cheeks, his eyes could not see clearly, his body seemed to be shaking violently, but it was an extremely precise shot that caught people off guard.Mr. Zhao's black car blew out the second tire when it slanted towards the curb, and this time it couldn't run at all, and it turned off in an embarrassing way of riding on the shoulder of the road, unable to move.

Ling He slipped down, and his figure disappeared from the window...

The special police broke the lock of the front door with guns, and all the people poured into the building, controlled each room, and carried out a carpet search...

Yan Xiaodao saw Ling He again in the largest room on the second floor of this building, which is the "game room".The breath in this house exudes a cold and foul smell that makes normal people feel uncomfortable all over, and the smell of old blood is clearly oozing from the cracks in the floor.The decor and decorations on the walls are eccentric.When the lights go out at night, candles are lit, and a vicious game of ghosts and ghosts will be played in the house.

Ling He sat quietly on the floor by the window, his body against the wall remained motionless, but his eyes were open, as if he was waiting for Yan Xiaodao to come.

Seeing this scene, the assault police officers first dragged the bodyguard of the Zhao family who was unconscious aside and handcuffed him.

The emergency personnel quickly replaced the police officers, and performed chest compressions, allergy injections, intubation, and infusion on the spot for Ling He...

Ling He was lying on the floor receiving first aid from a group of people rushing around, his eyes were still open, his emerald-colored pupils were still vivid, his lips moved lightly, even though he still had a lot to say to Xiaodao.

Yan Xiaodao's entire consciousness was immersed in great pain and guilt, unable to speak.He held Ling He's head, his hands trembling, and held Ling He in his arms.He didn't protect his lover well, and almost lost this person again.

There were clear tooth marks and blood on the middle of Ling He's lower lip, and the blood line split his chin in two from the center.Yan Xiaodao kissed those bloodstains tremblingly.

A smile appeared on Ling He's lips, and he smiled at him firmly, his chest trembled suddenly, and the breath in his heart was already very weak.

Yan Xiaodao knelt in front of Ling He, kissing Ling He's mouth lightly.The lips of the two were cold, and they warmed each other up, until the emergency personnel couldn't bear to push Yan Xiaodao away, and put an oxygen mask on Ling He.

Yan Xiaodao grasped Ling He's ring-wearing hand with his ring-wearing hand.

He kept comforting and promising Ling He: "Xiao He, I promise you, I am willing.

"Xiaohe, I am willing."

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