Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Unexpectedly, in just one afternoon, the outside world has changed.

The word assassination is too fantasy, Shen Xinglan never thought it would happen to Qin Bohuai.

Is it wrong?How could the dignified marshal be assassinated so easily?

Recently, things have happened frequently. First, Mu Yu was kidnapped. Qin Zhun, who has no mermaid blood, can't do anything crazy?

Thinking of the one in ten thousand possibility of it happening, Shen Xinglan couldn't calm down.

He changed the navigation of the suspension car and drove to the hospital.

The pure black car with smooth lines pierced the night and sped southeast towards Capital Hospital.

The entrance of the hospital was full of people, including the media and government staff, and more people gathered spontaneously to wait for the news.

The autumn wind is bleak and the temperature is low at night. Some people are wrapped in thick coats and stomp their feet when they are cold.

The child only wants to be fresh and lively, and doesn't understand what the death of people in the hospital means to the entire interstellar world.

"Why are we here?"

The child's father bent down to wrap the clothes tighter for him, and said gently: "The hero who has always protected us has been injured. Now, it is our turn to protect him."

The child raised his head and nodded half-understanding: "Then will he be all right?"

Will the Marshal be all right?No one knows, but according to the first-hand media photos, the whole picture is dripping with blood, and the blood hole on the chest of the man in the white shirt is bleeding out as if it cannot be blocked.

Father was also confused, he murmured: "It should be."

Shen Xinglan shuttled through the crowd, and stopped a few steps away from the hospital entrance.

The marshal's injury was no small matter. The entire hospital was put on alert, and no irrelevant personnel were allowed to enter. Armed police with live ammunition stood at the outermost edge of the hospital and cordoned off.

Not surprisingly, Qin Bohuai's floor was also blocked.

Shen Xinglan was overwhelmed by the turbulent crowd, and there was a steady stream of people coming in this direction. Everyone turned on their optical brains and held them silently. In the dark night, they gathered into a vast ocean of stars.

For a moment, he seemed no different from the others.

Standing at the bottom of the building, relying on the power of the media to get sporadic news, in order to get closer, I had to look up, and I didn't even know which floor it was.

Perhaps aware of the current predicament, 96 took the initiative to say: "At the end of the first world, you will get a skill card for your outstanding performance, which can be converted into a teleportation card."

Shen Xinglan looked at the hospital floor. He had his hands in his pockets, his hair was scattered in front of his forehead, covering his brow bone, and he didn't make any more movements.

When Mu Yu disappeared, he was so anxious to find her because she was the host's only relative.

what about now?What does Qin Bohuai count him?

Shen Xinglan didn't dare to admit it. When he saw the news of Qin Bohuai's accident, he lost control and ran to the hospital in a hurry.

I want to confirm his state at the moment and want to know what happened.

For Shen Xinglan, this was already an exception.

The fingers hanging by the side move, one step forward can get closer to Qin Bohuai, and one step back can return to the normal rhythm.

Qin Bohuai is nothing more than an NPC in the world. They are all passing by each other. Is there any need to worry?

Rao knew clearly in his heart that Shen Xinglan stopped in place and did not move for a long time.

The stars are twinkling in the sky, and the night wind is wandering, not knowing where they come from or where they are going.

In the hospital ward, a slender silhouette was sitting sideways on the bed, wearing a striped hospital gown, the cuffs were folded up twice unruly, and the neckline was open, revealing muscular lines with a sense of strength.

In the dimly lit ward, his eyes were slightly closed, and not far in front of him, a light screen projected a taller person, one of the four commanders of the military department.

"Marshal, after the emperor announced the succession ceremony, the Zergs in the southern galaxy are ready to move. In the past few days, the patrol ships have frequently searched for the reconnaissance satellites released by the Zergs." Speaking of this matter, the head of the team has a headache.

Facing the Zerg head-on, they were not afraid at all, and their combat effectiveness was not on the same level, but the Zerg was like a weed, wildfires could not be exhausted, and spring winds would regenerate them.

If you shoot a shot to change positions, and then take the opportunity to harass, you will be annoyed to death.

Qin Bohuai put his long legs aside and thought for a second: "Don't worry about it."

The tacit understanding of cooperation over the years has enabled the head of the regiment to understand his meaning very well. This is to preserve energy and adopt the policy of not moving the enemy.

Not because of fear, but because of enough confidence in one's own strength.

The current situation is not the same as it was then. At this moment, the attention of the whole country is on the succession ceremony of the new emperor. The head of the group expressed his concern: "In case the Zerg take this opportunity to catch people by surprise..."

In Qin Bohuai's view, this is not a problem: "They will not have this opportunity."

Having been in a high position for many years, Qin Bohuai naturally has a calming aura, which is very reassuring.

Even if the sun is covered by dark clouds at this moment, as long as Qin Bohuai says the sky will not fall, then there is nothing to worry about.

The head of the regiment nodded, and gave a military salute to Qin Bohuai: "Understood."

The light screen flickered twice, then went off silently, and the leader's figure disappeared like a fluorescent light.

The long finger tapped on the light screen, displaying many unprocessed messages, condolences, concern...

After a cursory look around, Qin Bohuai didn't look back, and turned his gaze out of the window.

In the highly developed interstellar world, even at night, the lights are still brightly lit.

Turning over the quilt, Qin Bohuai lay down on his side, closed his eyes, felt childish for no reason, and raised the corners of his lips mockingly.

Mu Ye has always used him, but it's just because he is afraid of the power of the third prince Qin Zhun, and it's not like he doesn't know it.

Even if he knew he was injured, he was in a good mood, cared a little, and called Brother Bo Huai sweetly, but he only rescued his sister last night, so Muye should be at home to take care of the children right now.

Qin Bohuai is older than him and has a wealth of experience, so he cares about these details like a young boy who just fell in love.

With one hand resting on the back of his head, he randomly swiped a few times on the optical brain, and sent out the first message of the night.

After sending the message, Qin Bohuai felt thirsty. The drinking machine was in the corridor, and he had to go out to pick up water. He didn't have the habit of bothering others, even if it was a robot, so he just stood up again and went out to get water.

It was late at night, and the corridor was quiet. The doors of the wards along the way were closed, and medical robots slid straight past along the established route, making slight rustling noises.

Qin Bohuai took the paper cup to collect the water, turned around and walked into the ward, still thinking about what happened tonight in his mind.

At present, everything is under control, Qin Zhun's reputation is great, only Qin Bohuai's reputation can overwhelm him.

Arousing public outrage and following the clues, Qin Zhun's good deeds will naturally be exposed under Qin Bohuai's arrangement.

Unscrewing the handle of the ward, the moment he entered the door, years of military life made Qin Bohuai smell an unusual smell, and his muscles tensed up in conditioned reflex.

In the silent room, the curtains shook slightly.

Everything happens in an instant.

Qin Bohuai smashed the water glass in his hand, and rushed to the curtain in three steps and two steps, and the sharp glass shards stabbed behind the curtain!