I walk the career line in dog blood

The sound of fighting between the two gangs in the entertainment city soared into the sky. One kilometer away, An Yinong stopped his hand to shake the oar, and the black shadow under his feet stretched and turned into a shadow.

Above is the night sky, below is the water, and there is only the sound of rushing water in his ears. He is standing on the boat, with black messy hair covering his pale face, and a pair of cold eyes on his face covered with cold sweat.

If those people saw him again, they would definitely not be able to recognize him again. Along the way, with youthful and immature clear eyes, he could be so ruthless.

"It's not broken to the end..." He muttered to himself, his hoarse voice stirring the night breeze.

An Yinong was already murderous.If these people do not intend to let him go, the shadow puppet is their last 'retribution'.

He's been trying to interact with them all along, just to save himself.

An Yinong knew very well that if these people were hopelessly bad, then even if he fled back, there would still be a next time. He couldn't hide at home forever.

At that time, he can only be forced to take some 'illegal' measures.

Killing is easy, just pull the trigger.But once the trigger is pulled and the bullet is fired, it is not easy to get it back.

Fortunately, these people still have a conscience, so An Yinong doesn't have to be a villain who takes lives on his hands.

Of course, because of their kidnapping, it is impossible to avoid a prison sentence. An Yinong will check their family members to see if they are really sick and lack money: "You gave me a chance, and I will give you a chance too .”

"It's good that you don't need to kill people."

This is not ancient times. If you really kill someone, you will always feel that you have broken the bottom line... An Yinong looked down at his fingers, they were clean, nothing was stained on them, nothing was left behind.

The boat kept going, and he was going in the exact opposite direction from where he had come, so he didn't know where he was going along the way.

But looking into the distance, you can see traces of land, so he can reach the shore all the way there, and don't have to worry about going to the deep sea with the boat.

An Yinong was rowing the oars. He had been a magistrate in a water town for several years, and he still remembered some rowing skills, and he couldn't spin in circles.It's just that the land looks close, but it's far away when walking. After rowing for a long time, his hands are sore, and he feels hungry.

But there is no food around at the moment, and now I can only endure hunger and head towards the land.

"What is that?" Suddenly, he saw something floating on the water.Because in the direction he was heading, An Yinong quickly saw that thing clearly, it seemed to be a corpse lying on his back in the water.

Just floating on the water without any help, what is it if it is not a corpse?

He shivered and wanted to stay away, when suddenly a faint light came down, and the moon, which had already hidden in the clouds, poked its head out at some point, and An Yinong saw the appearance of the 'corpse' clearly.

"Mr. Xie?" His heart was stabbed severely.

The pale face under the moonlight looked more delicate: how could he 'die' here?Where are his two bodyguards?

I said before that the law and order in Hong Kong City would not be too bad, but he was kidnapped in the street, and Mr. Xie was like this again...

An Yinong was inexplicably sad, as if something very important was about to be lost.In addition, I encountered a lot of things tonight, and my mood is not stable, and there is a kind of sadness that hurts other species.

He rowed past: Even if he died, he shouldn't have disappeared into the world as a floating corpse.

An Yinong touched it with trembling hands, trying to pull the 'corpse' onto the boat.

"Huh?" His body temperature was low, but not completely cold.

He stretched out his hand and put it under his nose: still breathing? !

The sea water is too cold, and the sea breeze is also cold, An Yinong can hardly figure out whether this faint breath is his illusion.So he got closer and pressed his hand on the carotid artery to make sure it wasn't an illusion.

"He's still alive."

What else is there to say?save people.

An Yinong squatted down, adjusted the center of gravity of the boat, and pulled Mr. Xie up.

In this way, he spent all his efforts to move the man to the boat, and confirmed once again that the other party was only injured and comatose, not a floating corpse.

Yes, Mr. Xie was injured, he seemed to be shot in the thigh, but fortunately the bullet went through and did not stay inside.Judging from the amount of bleeding, the artery should not have been injured, nor did it cause a broken leg, so I can make up for it when I go back to recuperate.

"It's a fate." An Yinong was panting while sitting on the suddenly much smaller boat, while looking at Mr. Xie lying there, he couldn't help laughing while watching.

It was a thrilling night.

He had heard of someone lying on his back in a coma and floating for tens of miles in the water, but this was the first time he had actually seen it.It takes a little wave to submerge his mouth and nose, and he may sink, completely 'lying dead'.

An Yinong unbuttoned his coat: "You should die."

A long box fell out of Mr. Xie's clothes, which looked very familiar, like the box of the pen in his backpack.An Yinong opened it curiously, and on the black velvet cloth lay quietly a fountain pen soaked in water, in a classic black and gold color scheme.On the pen body of the pen is also engraved with "Chufeng Qingsheng, gift H".

He has seen this handwriting countless times, and he can almost recognize it at a glance.

"X?"

Mr. Xie, X.

The one meeting made him lose control of his heart rate, and the other got along so well, as if they were meant to be friends, but they were actually the same person?

It took An Yinong a long time to find himself. He looked down at the pale Mr. Xie, pursed his lower lip, his throat was dry, and even felt a burst of fear: If he hadn't gone to save people, then...

"Who the hell are you?" He looked at Mr. Xie's face under the moonlight, "Could you be him? Should I trust my instinct for once?"

Mr. Xie closed his eyes, unable to answer.

He carefully took off Mr. Xie's shirt and suit pants, wrung out the water and put them aside to dry.Mr. Xie looked thin, but he didn't expect to have chest and abdominal muscles.

There was an obvious penetrating wound on Mr. Xie's thigh, the edge of the wound was soaked white by sea water, and bleeding continued.An Yinong tore off the sleeve from his shirt, barely covering the wound.

An Yinong is not an idiot, seeing Mr. Xie like this, and thinking of those people saying that Xie Jiu was attacked and missing, he wondered if Xie Yu was Xie Jiu.

It's just that in the original plot, Xie Jiu died a little earlier, and he was also betrayed by his trusted subordinates.

Xie Yu, X, Xie Jiu, how many identities does this person have?

"I haven't learned first aid, so that's all I can do. Just do your best and obey the destiny."

Mr. Xie remained motionless in the night, letting others do what he wanted.

Mr. Xie's body is as good as his face, even lying naked like this doesn't seem very good, An Yinong thought about it, took off his coat and covered him, and continued rowing by himself, heading towards the land.

Finally, before dawn, An Yinong's boat reached the shore, and he saw a sign 'Yangjiaowan XX Road' on the asphalt road above.

Yangjiao Bay is not far from the Walled City, how many kilometers have you traveled with him for two hours?

At this time, the suit shirts were already half dry, An Yinong put them on again for Mr. Xie, carried the 100 kg with difficulty, and then tied him to his body with the suit jacket, and then carefully climbed the reef.

"Tear." The sharp reef cut his palm, but An Yinong didn't care too much, and continued to climb up.

When the palms of his hands were red and swollen, he finally got on the path.

The specific location was not written on the road sign, and there were no ruts on the ground, so he moved slowly on the road with people on his back.

He stopped and walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally reached the fork in the road, and saw the ruts on the ground.

An Yinong couldn't move anymore, so he put Mr. Xie down on the grass by the side of the road, and waited for the car to pass by.

Finally a car came on the road, and it seemed that it was transporting live pigs. He didn't care about anything else, and walked to the middle of the road and waved: "Please stop and do me a favor! I will thank you!"

Half an hour later, XX Hospital.

An Yinong leaned against the bed and closed his eyes to rest. His hands had already been bandaged.Mr. Xie was lying on the bed with a pale face, and he still had a needle in his hand.

The doctor said that he suffered a gunshot wound, lost too much blood, and was still soaked in water, so he did emergency treatment and called the police.This is the case in regular hospitals. If you encounter this kind of gunshot wound, you must think more about it.

An Yinong also reported his safety to the He family, and told him where he was.The He family has not arrived yet, and neither has the police.Only a few patients looked at them with some curiosity.

Thank goodness he still had thousands of dollars in his pocket, otherwise he would not have been able to enter the hospital.It turns out that the doctors and nurses here really don't even pay a second glance at the patients.

This is an ordinary ward. There are eight iron canopy beds parked in a small room, and there is a person lying on each bed. They are either accompanied by someone or not, and there is no smile on their faces.

The nurse walked back and forth with a dark face, but if she wanted to do something, she would give a tip first.Therefore, many nurses in my memory are done by their family members. They also want to save a little money. Treatment and hospitalization are already expensive.

"When will the He family come over? When will Mr. Xie wake up? Is the fight over there?" An Yinong had many questions in his mind. His body felt tired, but his spirit was still in good spirits.

Strange fortresses, thrilling experiences, gray people in gray areas... After the fear left, the excitement surged up instead, making him want to do something, such as painting, such as composing music.

"child."

"Huh?" An Yinong opened his eyes, and Mr. Xie on the bed woke up at some point, his dark eyes were condensed with light, which made him look not weak at all, but like a lion waking up, starting to grind Paws want to hunt.

An Yinong thought that his first sentence would be asking 'did you save me', 'where is this', etc., but his first sentence was: "It's been hard work, are you tired?"

"..." Is there something wrong with this sentence? Why can't he remember it when it sounds familiar?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mr. Xie continued, "Thank you for saving me. I heard that your father is not very responsible. Why don't you call me Uncle Nine and share half of the property with you."

Sure enough, Mr. Xie was Xie Jiu.

"Dividing the family property?" An Yinong raised his head and chuckled, a huge question mark appeared on his head: What's wrong with you, do you feel that your property is too much to spend?I still like to raise children, so raising a white-eyed wolf is not enough, do you want to raise another one?

Of course, he is not a white-eyed wolf.

"Mr. Xie, are you sure?" Mr. Xie probably doesn't know that he is H, right?Otherwise, he would suffer too much if he became an elder and a junior after having a good relationship with peers.

"Sure, actually I..."

"Crack." Before Mr. Xie finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and a group of people walked in aggressively surrounded by bodyguards.