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The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops inside the outline of the car lights were clearly visible. Large pieces of dead leaves were blown off by the wind and soaked in the muddy water on the ground. The two wrestled so much that every punch and kick was covered with water droplets. Draw a perfect parabola and throw it at the opponent.

He Yuan whipped his leg again and kicked Bai Wushuang towards Bai Wushuang's abdomen. The latter crossed his arms and slammed on He Yuan's knees. He pushed down hard, turned his hands and elbowed He Yuan's neck, and exerted force. He Yuan coughed violently a few times, bah With a mouthful of bloody saliva, his chest heaved violently, and he sneered: "Okay, thief Sun, do you have to take Sanda training when you are a drug dealer now? Professional enough, don't you have to graduate from 211, 985?" .”

Bai Wushuang swung towards He Yuan without saying a word, and He Yuan blocked it with one hand, then held his arm, turned to one side with his crotch against Bai Wushuang's waist, and fell directly over his shoulder. There was a loud bang that smashed people into the Wrangler windshield.

After a few seconds, Bai Wushuang slowly got up. He Yuan refused to give up and took a step forward to lock Bai Wushuang's throat. He pulled back violently, pinning him firmly on the hood, and punched him. To smash it.

In the nick of time, Bai Wushuang smashed the front car window covered with dense cracks with one fist, picked up a gun and aimed it straight at the center of He Yuan's eyebrows, He Yuan quickly retracted his fist and took out a gun from his trouser pocket without hesitation. The folded dagger rested on the gunman's neck, and the light reflected from the cold weapon flashed in an instant.

"Comrade policeman, is your dagger faster than a gun?" Bai Wushuang mocked mercilessly.

He Yuan had a handsome face with a look of contempt, "Tsk—" He briefly expressed his feelings, and then exerted force on his wrist: "A cold weapon is a man's romance, understand?"

A trace of warm and viscous liquid oozes from the neck of Bai Wushuang: "It seems that I underestimated you, I thought I could use this gun."

Bai Wushuang loaded the gun with one hand, and pressed it against He Yuan's eyebrows.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound from inside the POLO, and Miao Miao coughed violently. In a daze, he felt that his internal organs were pulled out, tied a few knots indiscriminately, and then stuffed into the abdominal cavity.

The two stalemate on the hood of the Wrangler looked sideways at Miao Miao for a moment.

Miao Miao struggled to climb from the driver's seat to the hood. His face was always white and cold, and his face was smeared with blood. He knelt on the hood and coughed violently. The blood foamed up at the corner of his mouth. Miao Miao didn't have time to wipe it off. Although his vision was still a little blurry, he still recognized that the man with the gun held between his eyebrows was He Yuan.

The thin figure rolled down from the hood one by one, and it took several seconds to gain a firm footing, staggering three steps and two steps towards the two people on the Wrangler.

"Siyuan, don't come here."

"Miao Miao, run!"

The two spoke in unison.

Every step Miao Miao took seemed to cough up his chest, and the scarlet blood was sent out of his body with every cough, and it took a long time before he stopped breathing.

"Wushuang, why did you come to Hong Kong?" His voice was very hoarse, but his cold tone was several degrees lower than usual.

Bai Wushuang didn't expect his first sentence to be this, so his eyes were fixed in surprise, and he twitched the corners of his mouth after a long time: "I'm just a part-time worker, and I will do whatever the boss says."

Miao Miao said, "I just want to know why you came to Hong Kong."

He Yuan squeezed the dagger slightly, and Bai Wushuang still put his gun on his forehead in a calm manner: "The reason is very simple. Someone from your city bureau has moved our goods. We want to protect our business. You are here" The flock of sheep has been there for three years, so they don't know the rules of this industry."

Miao Miao's slender, black brows were tightly frowned, pressing tightly against the front of her eye sockets: "Where's Bu Zhao?"

He Yuan noticed that when Miao Miao mentioned Bu Zhao, his thin body shook violently. He instinctively jumped up from the hood of the Wrangler and went straight to Miao Miao, not caring that Bai Wushuang would shoot suddenly behind him.

The dagger stuck in his throat was taken away, Bai Wushuang sat up from the hood, touched the blood on his neck, forced a smile, seemed very unwilling to answer this question: "He... just wanted to see look at you."

Miao Miao lowered his head, the POLO headlights were shining from behind him, he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see his whole body trembling slightly, He Yuan stepped forward to protect Miao Miao behind him, The hand that clenched the dagger tightened again.

The cold raindrops dripped on Miao Miao's face, washing away layers of blood, revealing his already pale face, and the cold air swept across the three of them, their bodies were drenched, their blood boiled and they couldn't feel the cold.

"I have always been very grateful to you for taking care of me in those three years, but now I just want to catch you and Bu Zhao." Miao Miao pushed He Yuan away and walked towards Bai Wushuang step by step.

Bai Wushuang kept holding the gun, and put it away when Miao Miao was one meter away from him. No one noticed the unbearable flash in his eyes. Miao Miao noticed the gun in his hand:

"This gun..."

"It's yours." Bai Wushuang replied.

He Yuan squinted his eyes and stared at Miao Miao's bloodless and stern face. For a moment, he seemed to feel that he pierced that skin, directly hitting Miao Miao's heart with unknown pain.

"Where did Bu Zhao go?" Miao Miao continued to ask.

Bai Wushuang took a few breaths and said slowly, "Thailand."

"What are you going to do?"

"There's a problem with business over there."

"Why are you still in Lingang?"

"Looking at you for the boss, but I don't need it now. Just now the boss said... If I get a chance, I will kill you, so that he won't miss you."

He Yuan heard a sharp pain in his heart, took a deep breath of the hot rust smell in his nasal cavity, strode forward and pulled Miao Miao past him, and tried to make his slightly trembling voice firm and leading: "Master, you were arrested Did the car crash? What time is it! We’re still chatting here, if I wasn’t here, would you run away with someone!”

Miao Miao shook off He Yuan's hand sideways and protected him behind him. This was the first time Miao Miao had the urge to protect someone. This belief that came from nowhere supported Miao Miao's crumbling body. If Yousi's mind had already begun to dim, his voice was barely audible: "Shoot."

He Yuan suddenly entered a state of high stress, grabbed Miao Miao who was standing in front of him, and smashed it into his chest. Chao Bai Wushuang held up a short folding dagger, and his tone seemed to be pleading: " Bai Wushuang, you have to figure out what the consequences of killing a policeman are, if you are willing to become a tainted witness, I can apply for a lower sentence for you..."

"Siyuan, I'm sorry...to use the boss's money to do things for the boss, people in our business can't break the rules."

The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at the center of Miao Miao's eyebrows, and the cold weapon was still inferior to the gun. He Yuan's heart was lifted in the air, and it seemed that every breath became very precious. Zhu Miao Miao's hand unconsciously felt that it was exerting force.

Suddenly, the sound of an engine suddenly sounded in the distance, which was particularly abrupt in the silent rainy night. Within ten seconds, a motorcycle was accompanied by a louder engine sound not far from the three of them.

Miao Miao was paralyzed in He Yuan's arms, trying to absorb the air in the rain. He had been in the "Flock" for three years, and all his ways of doing things were engraved in his heart. He had to end up under Bai Wushuang's gun, otherwise the three of them would be killed by this The motorcyclist wiped it out, he wasn't very sure that he could kill the motorcyclist and Bai Wushuang, he broke free a few seconds later, He Yuan turned his back to Bai Wushuang with a firm face, and put his hands on He Yuan's shoulders to block him :

"Wushuang, please don't hurt him."

"it is good."

"Thank you."

He Yuan's terrified and shocked eyes were reflected in Miao Miao's pupils, his hand on He Yuan's shoulder trembled uncontrollably, he raised his head, tried to force out a silent smile, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly sad inside.

boom!

Gunshots sounded.

"Miao Miao!!!"

The body stood upright for a few seconds, and then fell down with no direction. He Yuan seemed to be inserted into the heart by high-voltage electricity, trembling all over, followed by jumping wildly like a rebellion, and caught the broken wire Being a puppet, he wished he could rub the person in front of him into his chest, and his voice trembled unbelievably: "I'm so stupid!"

He Yuan hugged Miao Miao with one hand, raised his leg and kicked Bai Wushuang in the chest, Bai Wushuang quickly turned sideways and whispered in a voice that only He Yuan could hear:

"Hurry up to the hospital!"

Immediately, Bai Wushuang kicked He Yuan away, walked to the side of the motorcycle and jumped on it without looking back, and disappeared into the night amidst the roar of the engine.

The cold wind slapped He Yuan who was half kneeling on the ground with the rain. He tightly hugged the unconscious Miao Miao, his brows were deeply frowned, his pupils were dilated, and his mind was disturbingly messy and noisy, but it was full of blank space A hand mechanically patted Miao Miao's cheek:

"Miao Miao! Wake up! Miao Miao!!"

Miao Miao's consciousness floated in the air from time to time, like a radio station that had been in disrepair for a long time, intermittently, he heard someone calling his name, which was a bit noisy in his ears.

With great difficulty, he regained the consciousness that had already wandered, spurted blood from his mouth and said blankly: "But I never loved you."

He Yuan gritted his teeth: "Who the hell cares if you love me or not, who you love is none of my business, look at me Bie Te mother has fallen asleep, Miao Miao, look at me! Miao Miao!"

Miao Miao's eyelids closed slightly, and the last gleam of consciousness was taken away. His bluish-white lips pressed against He Yuan's chest, and he didn't open his mouth again.

He Yuan felt that his shoulders were trembling strangely, and his nasal cavity was sour. He supported Miao Miao with one hand, took off his coat, wrapped Miao Miao, hugged him tightly, and tried his best to feel the faint feeling. heartbeat.

Finally, the siren sounded in the distance, and the red and blue lights flashed to illuminate half of the sky.

"Boss!!" Gao Chen's voice rang in his ears. He was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he didn't know whether to ask the situation first or call an ambulance first. Seven or eight police cars got on and off and many police officers surrounded He Yuan thinking To lend a hand.

He Yuan picked up the unconscious Miao Miao and walked straight towards the police car, trying to suppress the trembling in his voice: "Leave a few people here to deal with the scene, and the rest will continue to search for Bai Wushuang. Pick up the motorcycle, and immediately send an investigation notice to the traffic police and security unit, and all ports, docks, stations, and highway entrances and exits on main roads must be guarded..."

He Yuanheng held Miao Miao and stood beside the car and looked at Gao Chen: "Why are you standing there, get out and drive!"

Gao Chen rushed to the driver's seat in a hurry, opened the door and stepped in.

"Hospital, hurry up!" He Yuan carried Miao Miao into the back seat, took a deep breath, stretched out two fingers to touch the side of Miao Miao's neck, and then exhaled a cloudy and hot breath.

"Give me the phone." He Yuan reached out to the front row, took Gao Chen's phone and quickly dialed:

"Hey, Old Chen, it's me..."

The police car was honking its horn all the way on the elevated road and drove rapidly. As soon as it got off the elevated road, it was cleared by seven or eight traffic police motorcycles, and the sirens rang across the sky over Lingang.

In the autumn night, the darkness is boundless, the rain is biting, the red and blue lights are reflected on the dark blue uniform of the policeman, the Wangzai milk is lying in the POLO trunk, quiet and peaceful, and the supermarket is full of shopping bags full of snacks. Scattered, the old house of the He family is brightly lit and still waiting for He Yuan to bring his colleagues home for dinner. Everything has nothing to do with He Yuan. He only has one thought, a thought like a chisel:

Miao Miao cannot die.

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