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Tears and snot were flying across Feng Ziye's face. He sat down on the shoulder of Yan Junwei who was pressed to the ground, trembling all over, his face flushed, and every muscle that could bulge in his thin body bulged.

Being pressed by two people, Yan Junwei coughed out of breath, leaving only one leg that was not crushed to death and kicked on the ground a few times.Feng Ziye then turned his head to look at Jiang Wei.

And when he looked at it, he happened to see Jiang Wei holding the knife and raising his right hand high.

Jiang Wei's eyes were wide open in the sunken eye sockets, but the erect eyebrows blocked a lot of pale fluorescent lights. The hand holding the knife was wearing a watch, and a few rays of light reflected from the metal hit his face. The pupils are blue and cold.But without these few rays of light, those eyes would look too much like two black holes.

Feng Ziye couldn't help but gasped, and suddenly felt that Shanghai in early autumn was a bit cold.His body was not shaking as much as before, and he was even indifferent to Yan Junwei's struggle.

He just stared at the man holding the knife stiffly like that, a few drops of liquid dripped from the tip of the knife covered in dust and blood, and landed on Feng Ziye's face impartially, it was still warm.

Feng Ziye shuddered, and his whole body finally moved as if he had come to life.He freed up one hand to help Jiang Wei cover the wound on his abdomen, and turned his body to one side.

Cold is always reminiscent of death, but warmth is a proof of the throbbing of life.Yan Junwei, who was lying on the ground, was so full of vitality that he was full of strength even struggling, but the life of the man clutching his wound was passing by at a rushing speed.

What is there to be afraid of?What else can I do?

Feng Ziye had to admit that at this moment, like Jiang Wei, he only hoped that this thing named Yan Junwei would die quickly.

The forbearance and humiliation that no one has known for these days all burst out at this moment, and the tears that have dried up are like thin scabs on his tense face.The corners of the mouth were pulled up, and the teeth as warm as white jade were neatly exposed from between the lips.

The curved eye ends could not draw even a single fine line on the young face.It's so beautiful, Jiang Wei gave such an evaluation in his heart in a daze, and then laughed along with Feng Ziye, even the soaring biceps softened a bit, but he waved his arms without hesitation. go down.

"Bang——" There was a sudden loud noise, both of them were startled, and the falling knife stopped only a few centimeters away from Yan Junwei's eyes, and froze.

They saw white smoke rising from the concrete floor beside them, a bullet embedded in the originally flat ground, and when they looked up, a dozen men in black clothes and pants seemed to grow out of the darkness, brushing against each other. Brush came around.

The few people in front raised their legs and kicked Jiang Wei. This kick was aimed at Jiang Wei's stomach. Although they only kicked Feng Ziye's hand covering his stomach, through the palm of his hand, the huge The force of the impact still caused Jiang Wei to fall to the ground, his shoulders and legs bent, and he curled up like a cooked shrimp.

"Ah!" Feng Ziye yelled, threw himself on Jiang Wei to protect him, and immediately turned to stare at the group of people.Jiang Wei's uncompressed abdomen was bleeding even more, and it wet Feng Ziye's white coat that was already in disrepair.

"Ahhhhh!!" Feng Ziye seemed to have lost the ability to speak, just roared, and the tears that had just stopped flowed out again.

A few men in black surrounded them, and the others all ran to help Yan Junwei.

Yan Junwei stood up and twisted his neck, took the glasses handed over by someone, put them on, twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a chuckle, opened his mouth and only uttered a few words: "Keep the thin one for me, and clean up the other one." Son."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to go back to the car, but he didn't rush to start the engine. Instead, he lowered the car window and stared at Jiang Wei and Feng Ziye like watching a play.

The people in black were ordered to pull Feng Ziye.

Feng Ziye hugged Jiang Wei tightly and didn't let go. A particularly burly man frowned and was about to kick him, but Yan Junwei in the car curled his lips and shouted sharply: "Don't hurt him."

As soon as the words fell, the hulking guy withdrew his legs, squatted down obediently, holding back his energy, and began to carefully break off Feng Ziye's fingers one by one.

The scene was a little stagnant for a while, Yan Junwei knocked on the car window and urged impatiently: "Hurry up, don't affect tomorrow's business."

Feng Ziye still hugged Jiang Wei tightly, no matter how much the group of people dragged him, he would not let go. The group of people did not dare to exert all their strength, which gave Feng Ziye room to maneuver.

But looking at Jiang Wei's already bloodless face, and those eyelids that were gradually dousing, he didn't know what else to do except his heart beating like a drum, other than pinching his fingers to death a little more.

"Cotyledon, don't waste your efforts. I warned you earlier that this kid will die if he dares to approach you. Do you think I am teasing you?"

"Call the doctor! Call the doctor!" Feng Ziye's voice was already hoarse, and his face turned red and pale.

"Tsk." Yan Junwei curled his lips again, and was about to speak when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

The signal in the underground garage was not good, and the incoming call was cut off quickly. Yan Junwei got out of the car in a hurry, put his hands in his pockets when he passed by Feng Ziye, looked down at the two people on the ground, and said contemptuously: "I've seen enough dramas, you know how do it."

After saying this, he hurried to find a signal, leaving behind a group of men in black, approaching Jiang Wei coldly.

"What are you doing!!" Feng Ziye roared.

"What are you doing? Isn't it obvious? If you kill this kid, you'll take the body with you." The hulking man spoke again, with a grin on his thick lips.

Feng Ziye could no longer feel the nausea brought by this fat face, he desperately yelled at the back of Yan Junwei who was walking away: "Yan Junwei——! You are fucking crazy——!"

"Pa--", a slap hit Feng Ziye's face, the fat-faced man glanced at Yan Junwei who didn't look back, and flirted with the other men in black.

"Shame on your face, brothers, come on!" The rough voice was deliberately lowered, and the group of people had to be ordered, not as cautious as before, and they almost tore Feng Ziye away from Jiang Wei's body.

The dust on the ground began to fly, and the scene became chaotic for a while...

The howling siren sounded suddenly, and a few seconds later several police cars surrounded the group.

The fat-faced man saw the police car approaching from a distance, and spat: "Damn it, what are those people outside doing? How did they let the police in!"

"Brother, what should we do now!" A thin man in black took off his sunglasses, his forehead was already dripping with sweat.

"What else can I do..." The fat-faced man touched his waist, and Feng Ziye noticed that there was a handful of guns hanging there.

Jiang Wei had already passed out, and the heavily armed police got out of the car. Feng Ziye saw those flashing red and blue lights, and finally felt a bit of peace, and his arms relaxed unconsciously.

The fat-faced man tried to drag him up, almost separating him from Jiang Wei.

Several other people swarmed up and fought the two of them directly into the sports car.

Over there, a policeman shouted with a loudspeaker, telling them to release the hostages.

The fat-faced man hid in the car and yelled back: "Get out of the way, or I'll kill them!"

The sports car simply couldn't fit so many people in black, and those who didn't get in the car surrounded the outside of the car, forming a human wall.

The sound of an ambulance also sounded quickly. Feng Ziye took off his thin coat and quickly bandaged Jiang Wei.

"Jiang Wei! Wake up! The ambulance is here! Persevere! I'll take you to the hospital right away!" He cried and slapped Jiang Wei's face frantically after bandaging.

Hearing his yelling, the fat-faced man wanted to raise his hand to hit someone again, but after a second thought, he put down his hand and yelled outside: "Here, one of them is already unconscious, and now he can be saved by letting him go. Continue to stand still, and die." Yours!"

The other side replied a few more words, still persuading them to let go of the hostages.

The fat-faced man was very impatient and yelled back: "You don't believe what I say, I'll let the hostage tell you!" After he finished speaking, he pulled Feng Ziye away, and threatened in a low voice: "If you want to live, talk hard!"

Feng Ziye's mind was already in a mess, but he still tried his best to calm himself down, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Jiang Wei lost too much blood and passed out, save him!"

Only then did the police relax a little bit, and kept trying to persuade the group of people to calm down.

Hostage taking is a protracted battle, Feng Ziye can afford it, but Jiang Wei can't.

Holding this increasingly hypothermic body, Feng Ziye said to himself, calm down, calm down!

He was shaking a little, but he still tried his best to look around. Now he and Jiang Wei are in the back seat of the car, and the fat-faced man is next to them. There is a man in black in the front seat and the co-pilot respectively. The outside of the car surrounded them.

calm down……

He repeated it silently to himself over and over again, but his mind went blank, and only the voices of the policeman and the fat-faced man shouted back and forth in his ears.

"Please release the hostages..."

"Give way to Lao Tzu, don't let me go!"

"Let the unconscious hostage get into the ambulance first, he can still be rescued..."

"He's dead because of you, it's none of my business! Get out of the way!"

……

Back and forth like this, the fat-faced man gave way one by one, his voice was loud, and his drake-like voice pierced Feng Ziye's eardrums.

Get out of the way... get out of the way!

Suddenly, Feng Ziye's face became calm. He seemed to have thought of something, tried his best not to let his voice tremble, pulled at the fat-faced man, and said in a low voice: "Let's surround our car so that it can't get through, are you Are you going to run over the brothers in the front of your car?"

The fat-faced man looked down at Feng Ziye, the flesh on his neck was piled up, and the sweat reflected like oil.

After squinting his eyes and staring at Feng Ziye for a few seconds, he resolutely loaded the pistol, and ordered in a low voice to get those in front of the car to get out of the way.The man in black in the driver's seat exchanged glances with him and nodded.

Feng Ziye pressed the fat-faced man with a cold hand, "Let Jiang Wei get into the ambulance. If you hold him, he will die. If you throw him out, there will be room for the car, and your brother will sit more."

Sweat dripped down the fat-faced man's forehead, and the man took out a chain from his neck, and a small photo hung on the chain, which was a big headshot of a little boy.

He gritted his teeth and ordered: "Throw this half-dead to them!"

The others got orders, and if there were two men in black, they would move Jiang Wei.Feng Ziye frowned and kept telling them to be careful.

As the two sides confronted each other, several men in black lifted Jiang Wei up to the middle of the policeman and the sports car under numerous gunpoints, put it down, and evacuated.

Emergency personnel carried a stretcher, rushed over under the cover of the armed police, and carried Jiang Wei into the ambulance.

Feng Ziye watched all this from a distance, and finally breathed out...