A week later, Mao County, Jinhai City.
The streets of the county town were rustling with the cold wind, and it went dark just after five o'clock. Bu Chonghua tightened his coat, glanced quickly to the left and right, and quickly came to a hidden phone booth on the corner of the street and pressed a few numbers.
"Hey?"
Song Ping's low and hasty voice sounded from the receiver: "Why don't you use the private line?"
"The phone was monitored by a shark, and people were following everywhere, too late to go to the connection point."
"What's so..."
Song Ping did not utter the word "urgent", and was interrupted by Bu Chonghua's tense voice: "Why report to Wu Yu Xia Xiecha?!"
Song Ping was choked for a while, and his eyes fell on the internal fax in front of him. Under the six bold letters of the "Emergency Inspection Report" sent out just a few hours ago, Wu Yu's front high-resolution picture and ID number were particularly dazzling.
"...At present, only the public security system has launched an emergency plan to set up district and county checkpoints and exit checkpoints. Wu Yu's identity information has not been distributed to the society. He should...should still be safe for the time being."
"This is not a question of security!" Bu Chonghua couldn't help gritting his teeth and said angrily: "Wu Yu just has a problem and didn't make it clear. He is not a criminal. You will expose him to sharks instead!"
"I don't want to do that, but he ran away!" Song Ping roared louder than him: "He is the only one who knows all of your hidden plans but is not under the control of the task force, what do you want me to do? What if he sells you with all the information? What if he has already taken refuge in Shark? What if he feels that Jie Xing died unjustly and wants to avenge him?!"
"He won't betray me, but you are pushing him toward the shark by doing so!"
Song Ping asked inexplicably, "Do you have a contradiction in your own words?"
Bu Chonghua exhaled in the noisy background of the street, realizing that it was useless to explain it.
Sharks can't understand the subtle and complex psychology of the painter, even more can't make sense to the leader of the task force, and it's just a waste of time. It is absolutely impossible for them to withdraw the inspection report.
"——If," Bu Chonghua wiped his eyes vigorously, and asked in a heavier tone: "If I can catch the shark with my own hands in the action three days later, and then bring Wu Yu back, can I get a wipe out of the past , From now on to let him completely free?"
Song Ping hesitated for a moment. He raised his eyes and crossed the desk. On the sofa against the wall, Secretary Weng and the other two leaders of the Ministry of Public Security looked at each other. After a while, one of the older leaders stared at Song Ping and nodded very slightly.
Song Ping understood.
"You are doing a deal with us. I can't guarantee you." Song Ping turned to the microphone and paused, and then changed his conversation: "But if you can do it, I'm sure that the task force will treat you. All opinions are very, very inclined."
Although this answer didn't put the words completely dead, it was already a hint.
Bu Chonghua lowered his head and exhaled a deep hot breath. Without saying anything, he raised his head and dropped the three words "I know" before hanging up. Song Ping over the receiver hurriedly asked: "Wait! But how can you treat Wu Yu? Bring it back? Where are you going to find him?"
Bu Chonghua said: "I have channels." Then he hung up the phone neatly, swept around, and hurried out of the phone booth.
Snapped!
The light bulb covered with greasy dust lit up, and the dim halo illuminated the old-fashioned kitchen.
A small pot of water was simmering on the stove. Wu Yu took apart the dried noodles and poured in half a bag. Watching the noodles soften a little bit, he beat the washed leaves and raw eggs and stirred them. At this time, there was a choking outside A few bangs.
"Anyone? Express!"
Wu Yu didn't turn off the fire, and casually wiped his hand on his jeans, went outside to open the door. Outside the rental house was a dark and narrow alley. A lean man dressed as a courier was standing there wrapped in a winter night wind and snow. He looked at him up and down, handed him a cardboard box without saying a word, and nodded away.
Wu Yu closed the door, knelt on one knee on the messy concrete floor of the entrance, unpacked the cardboard box, piled up plastic foam at the corner of the door, unpacked the newspapers, and finally revealed the heavy contents inside——
A gun, a dagger, twenty bullets.
The windows inside were concealed, and with the north wind, the smell of food from the neighbors of the alley and the chattering and laughter were heard, and the theme songs of TV dramas sometimes sounded.
The rental house was empty and quiet. Wu Yu's quiet side face remained motionless. He skillfully dismantled the gun into parts, and after careful inspection against the low light bulb, he reassembled the parts into a gun, installed the magazine, and stuffed it in. Waist, then got up and walked back to the kitchen.
The noodles and vegetables were completely soft and rotten, and the soup was bubbling. He didn't even put the salt and sugar, turned off the fire, and while churning the noodles in the small pot with chopsticks, he walked back to the outside room, passing through a few bodyguards who appeared at the entrance and the wall at some unknown time, and opened the chair. Sitting on the side of the dining table, he lowered his head and ate two bites of steaming noodles.
Pressing a hand on his shoulder from behind, the shark smiled in his ear:
"When you buy a gun from the darknet, you should be able to think that I will follow, right, painter?"
Wu Yu turned a deaf ear, and didn't even take the sight of a house full of ammunition seriously. He ate half a bowl of noodles in full view.
He is not elegant to eat, and he doesn't even chew before swallowing. The old light bulbs and the warm steam seemed to have added a filter to him. His skin was hazy and white, and his facial features were very deep. The shark's thoughtful gaze fell on the noodle soup in his pot. After a while, saw Wu Yu finally Put down the chopsticks, wiped your mouth casually, and said plainly:
"I am in a bad mood today, I suggest you pay attention when you speak."
The shark slowly showed a smile, pulled a chair opposite the old wooden table with eight immortals, and sat down in a gentle manner: "I heard that the Chinese will burn paper for their loved ones on the day they die as a way to commemorate them. Later. Will you go out and burn paper for the police officer?"
Wu Yu moved for a while.
"When did you know it?" he finally asked after a moment.
"I have dealt with many police officers in various countries, and even sit on an equal footing with their high-level officers. I know what an agent can disguise at most, and I am also familiar with various undercover methods. So after I separated from you a year ago, Your words, deeds, and actions have been repeated in my mind, and gradually made me very suspicious."
"In order to investigate these suspicions, after Ma Yin died, I left China and went to her Burmese hometown. Finally, I gradually pieced together an incredible guess from the many traces of the local village." Shark smiled at Wu Yu and said, "Thank you. The North China police sent you the Xiecha report. When I saw it with my own eyes, I knew all the speculations had come true."
Wu Yu lowered his eyes, fixedly looking at the small bowl of noodles in front of him.
Suddenly the back of his hand resting on the table sank, and the shark leaned forward and took his hand:
"But I still don't understand, painter, how can they do this to you?"
"..."
"Come with me, they won't believe you anymore, let me take you to the land of true freedom."
There were so many people standing in the small and low room, but they didn't breathe at all. Only the wind whistling outside in the winter night came from the window.
The bodyguard standing behind Wu Yu raised the gun silently, and the muzzle hung at the back of his head. His index finger was secretly pressed on the trigger, but it was not pressed. Everyone waited silently for his mouth. The answer that came out.
A promise or a flat rejection?
As long as there is a word that does not meet the shark's expected calculation, blood will splash three feet in front of the next second, and even the legendary god of war cannot escape!
"...What answer do you want to hear from me?" After an unknown amount of time, Wu Yu finally laughed at himself in the sight of the people around him, "It is easy to deceive, but it is difficult to deceive yourself. From the day I walked away I told myself I was going to be a policeman."
He did not find the muzzle of the black hole half a foot behind his head. He took his hand from the palm of the shark, picked up his chopsticks again, and said exhaustedly: "Until now, I still want to be a policeman." The fastest computer terminal of the 999 novel update: https://www.999xs.com/
The air seemed to be frozen, and the bodyguard with the gun couldn't believe his ears. After a long while, he finally lowered the muzzle completely.
In contrast, the shark shivered slightly. Although he couldn't see it through the windbreaker, he himself could feel a wave of excitement that was stronger than a wave rushing to his brain along each nerve ending. The painter did not agree. He didn't even want to get caught!
He is really wanted to the point of desperation, this is not a bureau he and the police set up together!
"Do you really want to go back to be a policeman, or do you think you want to be a policeman?" The shark's pupils had turned gray-blue due to excitement, but the voice was well controlled and even laughed: "You know what, painter , Why was I willing to exchange 80 kilograms of No. 5 heroin for you back then, until the last moment I didn’t suspect that you were the undercover agent of the police? I have seen so many disguised police officers and hypocritical agents, why is there nothing on you? Suspicious taste, only you are different from the countless failed undercover agents?"
"you--"
Wu Yu's face was forced to lift. The shark stood up from the other side of the wooden table and grabbed his jaw, and smiled from a condescending manner: "Because you don't have that kind of thing in your heart. The smell on your body is the same as mine. I knew you couldn’t be a policeman when you were there!"
"Stop it!" "Let it down!"
The bodyguard went up in shock, and saw Wu Yu's blade horizontally against the shark's wrist pinching his jaw. Every word was forced out of his teeth: "Shut up!"
Shark didn't care at all, smiled contemptuously, let go of his hand, grabbed the phone from the bodyguard, and dialed 110: "Don't you want to be a policeman? Okay, give you a chance."
Wu Yu's pupils were silently pressed, and the shark raised his hand and threw the phone connected to 110 directly to him: "——Tell the police that I am here, maybe they will tell you to call the police because of your whistleblowing. Team, do you want to try?"
"Hello, Jinhai City 110 Alarm Service Desk...Hello?"
There was a dead silence in the room, only heavy breathing around, Wu Yu's five fingers clenching the phone changed color and trembling because of force.
"Hello? How can I help you? This is Jinhai City 110 Alarm Service Desk?"
"..."
Wu Yu couldn't help gasping, his chest suddenly fluctuated, and suddenly he smashed his phone against the wall!
With a loud bang, the phone was smashed into several pieces, and the wall was splashed with gravel and broken screen. Wu Yu squeezed his face, his slender fingers couldn't help convulsing, his bones and joints were all discolored, and he let out an uncontrollable husky gasp from his palm.
"You don't want to put on that suit that much, painter." I don't know when the shark has got up and came behind him, pressing his hands tightly on his shaking shoulders, and softly in his ears: "I feel the sacrifice of the officer. It is very sad and regretful. I am willing to build a magnificent cemetery for him, or erect a statue, but you can't use him..."
Wu Yu said hoarsely: "Shut up."
"——You can't use him to deceive yourself. Because you don't have those things in your heart, and you are not like them, you and me..."
"I'll let you silence!" Wu Yu suddenly raised his head and shouted.
The shark raised both hands politely, stood up and pulled away.
——You and them are not the same kind, you and me are.
Wu Yu's eye sockets were densely covered with blood, and his straight nose was slightly red, and his slashed lips were stained with blood because of the emotional agitation, and they were slightly open while breathing.
Everyone watched him closely, watching him take a deep breath after a brief collapse, and suddenly his lips tightened. This cold and tough action seemed to mean that he quickly restrained his emotions, and then shook his head.
"I don't want to lie to you, Mr. Phillip, I can't be like you."
When the shark heard this name, his expression seemed a little relieved, but the following words made his complexion not so good.
"Even if you take me away, I won't be able to become your loyal subordinate from the bottom of my heart, so no matter what you say next is useless. Today is the death day of Jiexing, I have always wanted to go to that world to meet him again, If you want to kill me tonight is your only chance. You decide for yourself."
Wu Yu stood up, gathered up the tableware and hurriedly eaten a few mouthfuls of dinner, looked at the muzzle of the room all around as if nothing was left, just walked through the kitchen so plainly and even stupidly. Bowl sound.
Several bodyguards did not dare to say anything, there was a strange breath flowing in the air, and no one dared to look at the extremely ugly face of the shark.
The subordinate holding the gun tentatively asked, "Boss..."
Do you want to force this person away?
Or, to kill or not to kill?
Outside rows of bungalows, at the entrance of the alley.
The motorcycle turned off in the dark, and the rider in the black jacket took off his helmet, silently stuck it to the corner, and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.
At the end of the rugged stone road, the jeep that he had followed all the way was parked in front of the courtyard's main entrance. The body looked old and ordinary, but not far away there were two bulging men in trouser pockets dangling back and forth, casually scanning the surrounding night. , The two did not talk to each other, but the action revealed a hidden ferocity.
That's Shark's men.
The rider stepped back half a step, his eyes swept around, and all the routes, terrain, and obstacles in the dark had been printed into his brain. Then he took two steps and jumped up. The two-meter-high wall crossed the sky with one hand and disappeared into the back door of the courtyard.
Wow
Wu Yu washed the chopsticks clean, put it on the white tiled countertop, and rinsed the small pot of cooking noodles. The movement suddenly stopped slightly, and the corner of his eyes glanced to his side.
The kitchen window frame was full of oily fumes over the years, and the water vapor formed a white mist on the glass, faintly reflecting the street lamp in the distance. Suddenly, a dim light flashed, and something seemed to sway close to the outer window sill.
Wu Yu seemed to be held down by some oncoming force, and it took a long time to reach out from the water and wipe the white mist on the glass window——
A familiar palm patted the window barely audibly from the outside, and instantly touched him across the glass.
"..."
Wu Yu's other hand was slightly unstable, and he wiped two hands on the glass. Passing through the hazy fog of winter night and the distant street lamp, that familiar figure was standing in the wind and snow, and his handsome face looked across the window.
It is Bu Chonghua.
The faucet is still rustling, and the drug dealers who kill people are still guarding the outside. Across the thin wall of the kitchen, no one could see their palms pressed against each other. Wu Yu's face was pale, tired and at a loss, but Bu Chonghua's eyes were hot and greedy, and he painted every inch of him over and over again through the glass window. The outline of the eyebrows and eyes, after a long time, finally made a four-word silent mouth shape:
"Don't, follow, him, go."
A week later, Mao County, Jinhai City.
The streets of the county town were rustling with the cold wind, and it went dark just after five o'clock. Bu Chonghua tightened his coat, glanced quickly to the left and right, and quickly came to a hidden phone booth on the corner of the street and pressed a few numbers.
"Hey?"
Song Ping's low and hasty voice sounded from the receiver: "Why don't you use the private line?"
"The phone was monitored by a shark, and people were following everywhere, too late to go to the connection point."
"What's so..."
Song Ping did not utter the word "urgent", and was interrupted by Bu Chonghua's tense voice: "Why report to Wu Yu Xia Xiecha?!"
Song Ping was choked for a while, and his eyes fell on the internal fax in front of him. Under the six bold letters of the "Emergency Inspection Report" sent out just a few hours ago, Wu Yu's front high-resolution picture and ID number were particularly dazzling.
"...At present, only the public security system has launched an emergency plan to set up district and county checkpoints and exit checkpoints. Wu Yu's identity information has not been distributed to the society. He should...should still be safe for the time being."
"This is not a question of security!" Bu Chonghua couldn't help gritting his teeth and said angrily: "Wu Yu just has a problem and didn't make it clear. He is not a criminal. You will expose him to sharks instead!"
"I don't want to do that, but he ran away!" Song Ping roared louder than him: "He is the only one who knows all of your hidden plans but is not under the control of the task force, what do you want me to do? What if he sells you with all the information? What if he has already taken refuge in Shark? What if he feels that Jie Xing died unjustly and wants to avenge him?!"
"He won't betray me, but you are pushing him toward the shark by doing so!"
Song Ping asked inexplicably, "Do you have a contradiction in your own words?"
Bu Chonghua exhaled in the noisy background of the street, realizing that it was useless to explain it.
Sharks can't understand the subtle and complex psychology of the painter, even more can't make sense to the leader of the task force, and it's just a waste of time. It is absolutely impossible for them to withdraw the inspection report.
"——If," Bu Chonghua wiped his eyes vigorously, and asked in a heavier tone: "If I can catch the shark with my own hands in the action three days later, and then bring Wu Yu back, can I get a wipe out of the past , From now on to let him completely free?"
Song Ping hesitated for a moment. He raised his eyes and crossed the desk. On the sofa against the wall, Secretary Weng and the other two leaders of the Ministry of Public Security looked at each other. After a while, one of the older leaders stared at Song Ping and nodded very slightly.
Song Ping understood.
"You are doing a deal with us. I can't guarantee you." Song Ping turned to the microphone and paused, and then changed his conversation: "But if you can do it, I'm sure that the task force will treat you. All opinions are very, very inclined."
Although this answer didn't put the words completely dead, it was already a hint.
Bu Chonghua lowered his head and exhaled a deep hot breath. Without saying anything, he raised his head and dropped the three words "I know" before hanging up. Song Ping over the receiver hurriedly asked: "Wait! But how can you treat Wu Yu? Bring it back? Where are you going to find him?"
Bu Chonghua said: "I have channels." Then he hung up the phone neatly, swept around, and hurried out of the phone booth.
Snapped!
The light bulb covered with greasy dust lit up, and the dim halo illuminated the old-fashioned kitchen.
A small pot of water was simmering on the stove. Wu Yu took apart the dried noodles and poured in half a bag. Watching the noodles soften a little bit, he beat the washed leaves and raw eggs and stirred them. At this time, there was a choking outside A few bangs.
"Anyone? Express!"
Wu Yu didn't turn off the fire, and casually wiped his hand on his jeans, went outside to open the door. Outside the rental house was a dark and narrow alley. A lean man dressed as a courier was standing there wrapped in a winter night wind and snow. He looked at him up and down, handed him a cardboard box without saying a word, and nodded away.
Wu Yu closed the door, knelt on one knee on the messy concrete floor of the entrance, unpacked the cardboard box, piled up plastic foam at the corner of the door, unpacked the newspapers, and finally revealed the heavy contents inside——
A gun, a dagger, twenty bullets.
The windows inside were concealed, and with the north wind, the smell of food from the neighbors of the alley and the chattering and laughter were heard, and the theme songs of TV dramas sometimes sounded.
The rental house was empty and quiet. Wu Yu's quiet side face remained motionless. He skillfully dismantled the gun into parts, and after careful inspection against the low light bulb, he reassembled the parts into a gun, installed the magazine, and stuffed it in. Waist, then got up and walked back to the kitchen.
The noodles and vegetables were completely soft and rotten, and the soup was bubbling. He didn't even put the salt and sugar, turned off the fire, and while churning the noodles in the small pot with chopsticks, he walked back to the outside room, passing through a few bodyguards who appeared at the entrance and the wall at some unknown time, and opened the chair. Sitting on the side of the dining table, he lowered his head and ate two bites of steaming noodles.
Pressing a hand on his shoulder from behind, the shark smiled in his ear:
"When you buy a gun from the darknet, you should be able to think that I will follow, right, painter?"
Wu Yu turned a deaf ear, and didn't even take the sight of a house full of ammunition seriously. He ate half a bowl of noodles in full view.
He is not elegant to eat, and he doesn't even chew before swallowing. The old light bulbs and the warm steam seemed to have added a filter to him. His skin was hazy and white, and his facial features were very deep. The shark's thoughtful gaze fell on the noodle soup in his pot. After a while, saw Wu Yu finally Put down the chopsticks, wiped your mouth casually, and said plainly:
"I am in a bad mood today, I suggest you pay attention when you speak."
The shark slowly showed a smile, pulled a chair opposite the old wooden table with eight immortals, and sat down in a gentle manner: "I heard that the Chinese will burn paper for their loved ones on the day they die as a way to commemorate them. Later. Will you go out and burn paper for the police officer?"
Wu Yu moved for a while.
"When did you know it?" he finally asked after a moment.
"I have dealt with many police officers in various countries, and even sit on an equal footing with their high-level officers. I know what an agent can disguise at most, and I am also familiar with various undercover methods. So after I separated from you a year ago, Your words, deeds, and actions have been repeated in my mind, and gradually made me very suspicious."
"In order to investigate these suspicions, after Ma Yin died, I left China and went to her Burmese hometown. Finally, I gradually pieced together an incredible guess from the many traces of the local village." Shark smiled at Wu Yu and said, "Thank you. The North China police sent you the Xiecha report. When I saw it with my own eyes, I knew all the speculations had come true."
Wu Yu lowered his eyes, fixedly looking at the small bowl of noodles in front of him.
Suddenly the back of his hand resting on the table sank, and the shark leaned forward and took his hand:
"But I still don't understand, painter, how can they do this to you?"
"..."
"Come with me, they won't believe you anymore, let me take you to the land of true freedom."
There were so many people standing in the small and low room, but they didn't breathe at all. Only the wind whistling outside in the winter night came from the window.
The bodyguard standing behind Wu Yu raised the gun silently, and the muzzle hung at the back of his head. His index finger was secretly pressed on the trigger, but it was not pressed. Everyone waited silently for his mouth. The answer that came out.
A promise or a flat rejection?
As long as there is a word that does not meet the shark's expected calculation, blood will splash three feet in front of the next second, and even the legendary god of war cannot escape!
"...What answer do you want to hear from me?" After an unknown amount of time, Wu Yu finally laughed at himself in the sight of the people around him, "It is easy to deceive, but it is difficult to deceive yourself. From the day I walked away I told myself I was going to be a policeman."
He did not find the muzzle of the black hole half a foot behind his head. He took his hand from the palm of the shark, picked up his chopsticks again, and said exhaustedly: "Until now, I still want to be a policeman." The fastest computer terminal of the 999 novel update: https://www.999xs.com/
The air seemed to be frozen, and the bodyguard with the gun couldn't believe his ears. After a long while, he finally lowered the muzzle completely.
In contrast, the shark shivered slightly. Although he couldn't see it through the windbreaker, he himself could feel a wave of excitement that was stronger than a wave rushing to his brain along each nerve ending. The painter did not agree. He didn't even want to get caught!
He is really wanted to the point of desperation, this is not a bureau he and the police set up together!
"Do you really want to go back to be a policeman, or do you think you want to be a policeman?" The shark's pupils had turned gray-blue due to excitement, but the voice was well controlled and even laughed: "You know what, painter , Why was I willing to exchange 80 kilograms of No. 5 heroin for you back then, until the last moment I didn’t suspect that you were the undercover agent of the police? I have seen so many disguised police officers and hypocritical agents, why is there nothing on you? Suspicious taste, only you are different from the countless failed undercover agents?"
"you--"
Wu Yu's face was forced to lift. The shark stood up from the other side of the wooden table and grabbed his jaw, and smiled from a condescending manner: "Because you don't have that kind of thing in your heart. The smell on your body is the same as mine. I knew you couldn’t be a policeman when you were there!"
"Stop it!" "Let it down!"
The bodyguard went up in shock, and saw Wu Yu's blade horizontally against the shark's wrist pinching his jaw. Every word was forced out of his teeth: "Shut up!"
Shark didn't care at all, smiled contemptuously, let go of his hand, grabbed the phone from the bodyguard, and dialed 110: "Don't you want to be a policeman? Okay, give you a chance."
Wu Yu's pupils were silently pressed, and the shark raised his hand and threw the phone connected to 110 directly to him: "——Tell the police that I am here, maybe they will tell you to call the police because of your whistleblowing. Team, do you want to try?"
"Hello, Jinhai City 110 Alarm Service Desk...Hello?"
There was a dead silence in the room, only heavy breathing around, Wu Yu's five fingers clenching the phone changed color and trembling because of force.
"Hello? How can I help you? This is Jinhai City 110 Alarm Service Desk?"
"..."
Wu Yu couldn't help gasping, his chest suddenly fluctuated, and suddenly he smashed his phone against the wall!
With a loud bang, the phone was smashed into several pieces, and the wall was splashed with gravel and broken screen. Wu Yu squeezed his face, his slender fingers couldn't help convulsing, his bones and joints were all discolored, and he let out an uncontrollable husky gasp from his palm.
"You don't want to put on that suit that much, painter." I don't know when the shark has got up and came behind him, pressing his hands tightly on his shaking shoulders, and softly in his ears: "I feel the sacrifice of the officer. It is very sad and regretful. I am willing to build a magnificent cemetery for him, or erect a statue, but you can't use him..."
Wu Yu said hoarsely: "Shut up."
"——You can't use him to deceive yourself. Because you don't have those things in your heart, and you are not like them, you and me..."
"I'll let you silence!" Wu Yu suddenly raised his head and shouted.
The shark raised both hands politely, stood up and pulled away.
——You and them are not the same kind, you and me are.
Wu Yu's eye sockets were densely covered with blood, and his straight nose was slightly red, and his slashed lips were stained with blood because of the emotional agitation, and they were slightly open while breathing.
Everyone watched him closely, watching him take a deep breath after a brief collapse, and suddenly his lips tightened. This cold and tough action seemed to mean that he quickly restrained his emotions, and then shook his head.
"I don't want to lie to you, Mr. Phillip, I can't be like you."
When the shark heard this name, his expression seemed a little relieved, but the following words made his complexion not so good.
"Even if you take me away, I won't be able to become your loyal subordinate from the bottom of my heart, so no matter what you say next is useless. Today is the death day of Jiexing, I have always wanted to go to that world to meet him again, If you want to kill me tonight is your only chance. You decide for yourself."
Wu Yu stood up, gathered up the tableware and hurriedly eaten a few mouthfuls of dinner, looked at the muzzle of the room all around as if nothing was left, just walked through the kitchen so plainly and even stupidly. Bowl sound.
Several bodyguards did not dare to say anything, there was a strange breath flowing in the air, and no one dared to look at the extremely ugly face of the shark.
The subordinate holding the gun tentatively asked, "Boss..."
Do you want to force this person away?
Or, to kill or not to kill?
Outside rows of bungalows, at the entrance of the alley.
The motorcycle turned off in the dark, and the rider in the black jacket took off his helmet, silently stuck it to the corner, and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.
At the end of the rugged stone road, the jeep that he had followed all the way was parked in front of the courtyard's main entrance. The body looked old and ordinary, but not far away there were two bulging men in trouser pockets dangling back and forth, casually scanning the surrounding night. , The two did not talk to each other, but the action revealed a hidden ferocity.
That's Shark's men.
The rider stepped back half a step, his eyes swept around, and all the routes, terrain, and obstacles in the dark had been printed into his brain. Then he took two steps and jumped up. The two-meter-high wall crossed the sky with one hand and disappeared into the back door of the courtyard.
Wow
Wu Yu washed the chopsticks clean, put it on the white tiled countertop, and rinsed the small pot of cooking noodles. The movement suddenly stopped slightly, and the corner of his eyes glanced to his side.
The kitchen window frame was full of oily fumes over the years, and the water vapor formed a white mist on the glass, faintly reflecting the street lamp in the distance. Suddenly, a dim light flashed, and something seemed to sway close to the outer window sill.
Wu Yu seemed to be held down by some oncoming force, and it took a long time to reach out from the water and wipe the white mist on the glass window——
A familiar palm patted the window barely audibly from the outside, and instantly touched him across the glass.
"..."
Wu Yu's other hand was slightly unstable, and he wiped two hands on the glass. Passing through the hazy fog of winter night and the distant street lamp, that familiar figure was standing in the wind and snow, and his handsome face looked across the window.
It is Bu Chonghua.
The faucet is still rustling, and the drug dealers who kill people are still guarding the outside. Across the thin wall of the kitchen, no one could see their palms pressed against each other. Wu Yu's face was pale, tired and at a loss, but Bu Chonghua's eyes were hot and greedy, and he painted every inch of him over and over again through the glass window. The outline of the eyebrows and eyes, after a long time, finally made a four-word silent mouth shape:
"Don't, follow, him, go."
