Congenital deficiency

Xiao Zhengping pushed the glasses that had just been taken off on the bridge of his nose, and it was empty without any accident.Even though he was slightly short-sighted, he was able to see behind the desk clearly, but his immediate boss was in a daze again.

Very good, today is also a day for leaders to fish.

From Hong Zhuo's computer came the sound of rail friction, it sounded like...the person in the video should be on the train.The video was posted two hours ago, and Hong Zhuo didn't know how many times he replayed the video during these two hours.

The young man on the screen leaned against the car window, closing his eyes slightly.He was very vigilant, his thin eyelids moved occasionally, but he did not fall into a deep sleep.It's just that when he calmed down like this, there was some melancholy feeling in the center of his brows, and the slight wrinkle made Hongzhuo want to reach out and smooth it out.

Next to the computer, placed in front of Hong Zhuo, the stack of documents he brought three hours ago... As expected, it was still there without moving.

In the end, these documents actually...still piled on his head.

Xiao Zhengping sighed, and was about to persuade others, since he was so concerned about it, he might as well follow him quickly.Otherwise, if you let people run so far like this, wouldn't you be the one who is worried?

But before Xiao Zhengping could speak, the sound of the video over there suddenly cut off, replaced by a direct call to Hongzhuo's private phone.

It was he who specially arranged for Hong Lingyu to follow him.

Hongzhuo immediately connected the phone.

There was chaos on the other end of the phone, and the speaker's voice was full of panic: "Patriarch, I followed Young Master Zhang to the street just now, and the street here suddenly turned into a riot. Young Master Zhang and I got lost..."

The end of this person's speech gradually faded away, and the call ended in the sound of chaotic footsteps, probably because the person holding the phone was pushed and shoved by the crowd and dropped the phone.

In a street with a gangster, this might be normal.

But the people trained by Hong's subordinates will never make such mistakes.

Hong Zhuo suddenly stood up from behind the table, and Xiao Zhengping didn't need to persuade him: "Arrange immediately, I'm going to France."

On the way to the airport, the last part of the call has also been analyzed.

Ji Daogong handed the computer on his lap to Hongzhuo, and pressed the play button.

After the sound of the mobile phone falling to the ground, the audio was slowed down many times during the short blank time, and the tiny muffled hum was amplified to a clear and audible level using capture technology.

It was the sound of some kind of metal slamming into human flesh and blood.

After a period of noisy sound, it was a French sentence that was amplified many times and still somewhat vague, with a few short words.

"What did you say?" Hong Zhuo returned the computer to Ji Daogong.

"He said: It's not this." Ji Daogong read out the results of the analysis.

Hongzhuo's chest rose and fell slightly, and he closed his eyes.

There was ice-like silence in the carriage, and after a few seconds, Hongzhuo asked again: "How is the situation in Taicheng?"

Ji Daogong didn't dare to be sloppy, and answered carefully: "General Taiwen basically locked the list and sent it to us. But he said...he can't do anything about it. Because this time they suddenly turned against us all of a sudden, the explosion at least There are five handwritings."

"Let Zhao Li not worry." Hong Zhuo pondered for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, the bottom of his eyes were as sharp as a blade, "Wait until I come back from Europe."

Ji Daogong looked at Hongzhuo's expression, was stunned for a moment, and immediately responded, bowing his head and sending a message to Zhao Li.

Zhao Li returned quickly.

He responded with a string of question marks.

Ji Daogong quietly glanced at Hong Zhuo, seeing that the other party closed his eyes again, and lowered his head to tap the keyboard with Zhao Li.

'what happened?The owner of the house has not done it himself for many years, why did he suddenly want to play by himself? ? '

Ji Daogong sniffed deeply, and tapped the speed of typing codes on the phone with his fingertips: "Who told them to move us, mistress!" '

'? ? ? ? ? ? ? Zhao Li hit another series of question marks, and new news came one after another, "That Young Master Zhang...has really become the mistress?" ? ? ? '

Ji Daogong, as the group of people who followed Hong Zhuo and was the first to come into contact with the core gossip, felt particularly fulfilled when answering such questions.He moved his fingers slowly, and while the other party was waiting, he said "yes" very coldly and unduly.

Then no matter how many question marks and exclamation points were sent over there, he stopped replying.

When Hong Zhuo's plane landed in France, his people had lost Hong Lingyu's position for eight hours.

Hong Zhuo had prepared for the worst, and kept his mobile phone turned on all the time to ensure that calls from both friends and enemies could be dialed in.

However, the Hong family is not as comfortable as a fish in water at home in Europe. When Hong Zhuo decided to come, he called his old friend when he was studying in England.

When Hong Zhuo got off the plane, he was already waiting at the airport to pick him up.

"Hong." The visitor had black hair, pure green pupils, three-dimensional facial features, a tall and strong figure, and revealed his unique advantages and charms everywhere.

"Howard." Hongzhuo walked down the gangway and hugged him.

Since graduation, the two can only see each other occasionally, and when there are voices in the family, it is also a matter of business, and it is not very likely that they will be soft because of friendship.

After all, they have known each other for almost 20 years.

After embracing, the two walked out side by side and got into the car arranged by Howard.

"Why did you come to France suddenly?" The families of the two of them have nothing to do with France anyway. "I heard that there is something wrong with Southeast Asia. How is your injury?"

It is not surprising that the other party will wait until this, Hong Zhuo took the water he handed over, shook his head, "It's ready." Hong Zhuo put the water aside, looked directly into the emerald green eyes in front of him, and said seriously: "I came here this time to find my lover. I lost him."

Howard was silent for a few seconds, still unable to suppress his surprise.When they were studying, the person in front of them was like an ice cube, no girl no matter what style could get close to him.When Hongzhuo got married, he was invited to go there, and it was not difficult to find that he didn't love Hong's mistress at that time.

Now that they are past the age of falling in love, why did this person find a lover?

After holding back and holding back, Howard still couldn't hold back and asked one more question: "Hiro...are you kidding me??"

Seeing Hongzhuo's silent expression, Howard raised his eyebrows: "I'll help you find someone first. Then you have to tell me what's going on."

Hong Zhuo was noncommittal: "Thank you."

The Howard family is prominent. Since the Middle Ages, there have been many princesses in the family. One of them later became the queen of one of the European countries. It can be said that the foundation in this land is deep.

With his help, the efficiency of finding someone was doubled.

After the two parties spared no effort to search with all their strength, they finally locked the location where Hong Lingyu appeared last.

Near a very ordinary residential house, it was nearly ten kilometers away from the location of the hotel that Hong Lingyu had settled down.

Hong Zhuo didn't want to drag Howard into this matter, so he only brought his own people there.

Seven o'clock in the evening local time.

It gets dark quickly in Europe, and at this time, the night is already very dark.

The person in charge of finding the way in the front went layer by layer, house by house, and only found two houses hiding people on the first floor. These people were dealt with in the blink of an eye without even making a sound.

When they reached the third floor, they heard someone coming cursing, and they stopped at the door of the fire escape.

These people spoke the language of Southeast Asia. Before setting off, Hong Lingyu specially brought an interpreter who could understand, and now this person was following Hongzhuo's feet.

Hearing those cursing words, I had heard along the way who they were going to find. The temporary interpreter froze, and hurriedly said with his mouth: "Patriarch, they said they are going to give Master Zhang... injections of those things!"

For Hongzhuo's deadly enemies in Southeast Asia, it is undoubtedly the best revenge for those who use what he single-handedly abandoned to deal with him.

They are going to inject Hong Lingyu with drugs.

Hong Zhuo's eyes suddenly turned red.

"This time... people don't need to save their lives."

When the ending sound landed, suppressing the last trace of reason, he quickly and silently groped towards the innermost room in the corridor.

In the darkness, everyone put away the weapons in their hands and replaced them with the knives produced by Hong himself.The edge of the blade flashed a sharp cold light in the night, and between the ups and downs, countless breaths were harvested, and many bright red blood bloomed.

In less than 2 minutes, the dust settled.

There is only one last room left.

This is the only room that is the quietest.

The person in the lead listened to the door for a while, his expression changed, and he shot the door lock decisively.

In the darkness, I saw something rolling in the darkness, blinking and hiding in the corner of the room.

"Don't move" sounded in several different languages ​​at the same time, warning the people in the room.

At the same moment, several powerful flashlights directly illuminate the entire room.

Stretching in front of everyone was the corpse of a dark-skinned Southeast Asian man. His neck was bloody and bloody, and he had obviously died. There were some ropes scattered around the corpse, and in his stiff and slightly curled palms, Enron lay a syringe.

Everyone's heart tightened.They've all seen a lot of what's in that syringe.

The light of the flashlight then chased the corner of the room.

A pair of pupils that were almost as dark as the night suddenly appeared in the light, filled with hostile vigilance, and everyone clearly saw that figure shrank slightly as if accumulating strength, and then shot straight forward like this!

Those around Hong Zhuo were about to raise their pistols immediately, but Hong Zhuo stepped forward and pressed them back: "Don't move!"

The action of Hongzhuo stepping forward made him completely exposed to the eyes of that figure.

A hostile, guarded face that was no longer unfamiliar appeared in front of him.

This person will not hurt him.

This kind of understanding made Hong Lingyu, who had been struggling for a day in isolation and helplessness, relax for a moment, half of the blade in his hand fell off, his body swayed for a moment, and fell to the ground.

Before hitting the floor, a pair of warm and powerful arms caught him firmly, and the other party hugged him tightly, pressing his forehead against his forehead, and through the thin skin, there was a firm, strong, fiery voice The temperature enveloped his whole mind in an instant and put him in the protective circle.

All the accompanying lights shone on the person hugging him, creating a unique area of ​​light in the darkness.

Hong Lingyu lives in the dark, always yearns for the light, and never refuses the light.

When the vision was blurred, Hong Lingyu heard the other party whispering something repeatedly, the voice made him feel sour for no reason, broke through the thick night and chaotic senses, and clearly conveyed to his ears: "It's okay, baby... It's okay, I'll take you home."