Kidney master

"The car in the first group turned around. Jiasu stopped the car at the red light just now, so it is very likely that he lost his bag!" Ji Yi'an said coldly, "The second group, all go to Song Chu."

After deploying, he turned his head with an extremely ugly expression: "Da Ming, give me your video recorder."

He took the video recorder, flipped directly to the back part, and sped up the playback to watch it. Sure enough, in the last part, he saw the picture of Song Chu talking with a man in the corner. Finally, Song Chu got into another car with him.

"It shouldn't be a problem, it seems that Song Chu left voluntarily." Xiao Yan said beside him.

Ji Yi'an returned the video recorder to Daming, "Ask the technical team to see if the license plate on it can be enlarged, and at the same time check the surrounding roads for cars of this type."

"Roger that!"

**

Song Chu sat in the car, with his arms resting on the window sill, his eyes squinted, looking at the boundless wilderness outside the window, the car drifted further and further away.

Large expanses of fiery clouds scorched the sky, gradually changing from red to purple, blurring the intersection of heaven and earth.

Song Chu was still wearing a tube top wedding dress, and his skin was covered with goosebumps from the cold evening wind.

Song Chu turned his head and raised his chin to one of the men in the car: "Give me your coat."

The man glanced at Jiasu on the other side, and after getting tacit consent, he took off his coat and handed it to Song Chu, who put it on his shoulders and continued to look out the window.

Jiasu picked up a phone call and said a few words in Burmese to the person on the other end. Song Chu could only understand roughly, about "is it the police or other enemies" and "tracker".

Song Chu's heart skipped a beat, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he locked all the tumbling waves in his heart.

Gasu hung up the phone, dragging his voice: "Second Miss Song—"

Song Chu turned to look at him, his gaze was perfect.

"I just defended myself, but I didn't expect you to really betray me."

"We have always respected each other, why did the betrayal..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiasu drew out his gun directly, and the hole of the gun pressed straight against Song Chu's chin from bottom to top, so much force that she had to raise her head.

This was the first time Jiasu pointed a gun at Song Chu.

Her knife is indeed surprisingly fast, but not as fast as a bullet.

Song Chu's voice was steady: "Are you going to kill me?"

"You think I dare not?" Gasu gritted his teeth, "As soon as I came out from you, my people met the police! Song Chu, if you say that this has nothing to do with you, do you think I will believe it?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Song Chu had a sharp expression, "Do you believe it or not."

"Oh, I've called you Second Miss Song for a few years, do you really consider yourself a character?"

Song Chu squinted his eyes like he was drowsy: "Don't dare, I just remind you before killing you. If you kill me, this matter will be a thousand times more complicated than it is now."

"I'm spending money like water here. I don't make or sell drugs. With the money from singing, you don't really think I have no backing?"

She looked straight at him without avoiding it, her eyes were careless but fierce.

"The police are looking for you. You don't need me to remind you what the hell you did. You pissed in someone's house, and you don't want them to beat you?"

It was rare for the early Song Dynasty to say so many things at once.

Gaso was also moved by what she said, and began to analyze the pros and cons.

In the end, he only felt a prick in his wrist, and the movement of his hands in front of him was so fast that he couldn't see clearly. He only saw the gun circling in Song Chu's palm, almost flying out of the afterimage.

With a "click", it was loaded, but the black hole of the gun changed direction.

The sound of guns being drawn and loaded instantly sounded all around, all aimed at Song Chu, once the trigger was pulled, blood would be spattered three feet.

Song Chu's arm holding the gun was straight, and he tilted his neck lazily, making a crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other.

"Brother Jiasu, you know, I don't want to die." Song Chu smiled calmly, "But you earn so much money, are you sure you are going to die now?"

"My request is very simple, I have to go back on the day of great joy."

"I'll give you three seconds to think about whether to die together or save your life."

There was a cruel smile in Song Chu's voice.

With a lazy smile, he counted the first number: "Three——"

"two."

She raised her chin: "One."

**

"Season team! The license plate has been specially treated! No digital information can be scanned from that angle!"

"Boss, Ju Pang wants you to call him immediately!"

"Forget Pang Ju, the Minister of Public Security in Beijing has sent a video link!"

All kinds of noisy voices drilled into Ji Yi'an's ears. He bit his anger at the roots of his teeth, brushed his short, bristly hair almost roughly, and asked, "Where is Song Chu, has anyone heard of her?"

Daming had no choice but to reply cautiously: "...not yet."

Cen Han stood aside: "Boss, where is the minister..."

"understood."

Ji Yi'an clenched his fists wearily, and walked out, when the phone rang.

——Unknown number.

"I'm coming back now."

Song Chu's voice.

***

Song Chu threw the mobile phone back into Shen Huan's arms, leaned back on the car seat, and raised his hand to carry the heavy and exaggerated wedding dress into the car: "Let's drive."

"My God, no, you..." Shen Huan was confused by her strange appearance, "Are you getting married here?"

Song Chu had just escaped from Jiasuna, but Jiasu still didn't dare to compete with her for who was more life-threatening.

The car had already driven to a remote wilderness. Song Chu had walked a long way, and her skirt was stained. At first glance, she looked very embarrassed. She met Shen Huan on a field road in such a embarrassed way.

"Don't you think it looks more like a scene of escape from marriage?" Song Chu joked with him.

"You ran away from marriage?!"

"No." Song Chu shrugged, "It's just a joke, here, turn right on that road."

Shen Huan still couldn't help turning his head to look at her frequently, and then Song Chu was annoyed by looking at her, so he sat up and stared at him with his head supported: "Don't you know how to drive?"

"You are prettier than Lu." Shen Huan laughed lazily in a dragging tone.

"Give me the phone."

"Why?" Shen Huan handed it over.

Song Chu turned on the front camera and took a picture of himself, and put it in front of the dashboard: "Look at the photo, and look at the road along the way."

Shen Huan laughed.

**

The video was connected to the Office of the Minister of Public Security in Beijing.

Ji Yi'an stood in front of the screen, wearing a black jacket, with strong browbones, straight eyes, smooth neckline, and no gaps between his legs, a typical military posture.

"I heard from Ju Pang that you have already seen Jiasu in this operation." The minister said.

"Yes."

"Where is he now?"

"We lost track and are continuing to track." Ji Yi'an gritted his teeth and tightened his jaw.

"Did I ever say that Gaso would be captured and returned to the country within half a month!?"

"I said it!" Ji Yi'an stood upright and shouted.

"I mentioned before that after the Chinese New Year, I will mention you again, so you lead the team for me like this?!" The minister put down his teacup heavily, "I have already appeared in front of you, and you can still lose the opportunity to me! "

Ji Yi'an was silent for a while, and finally couldn't hold back his temper: "If you are arrested in that situation, my teammates and informants will all be in danger!"

"Gasu killed twelve innocent people in our country, you forgot!? Do you want me to remind you!"

Ji Yi'an's eyes were closed tightly, and the line of his lips was tense: "Gasu, I will definitely catch you back. I can't lose any of my people!"

**

The sunlight in the corridor meanders down, and the wind blows through the curtains and blows it up.

Ji Yi'an was lying on the window holding his phone, the light made his pupils lighter, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his breathing was filled with vague anger.

"Captain Ji?"

A voice came from behind, and the tail tune was raised.

When Ji Yi'an turned his head, he saw Song Chu's magnified face and leaned forward.

"Does my disappearance scare you?"

She raised her hand and gently stroked Ji Yi'an's sweaty forehead, and gently rubbed his ear with her index finger.

"So much sweat."