Solution line, solution Qianshan.
During that second thought, Bu Chonghua remembered a lot of details that he had missed before: Wu Yu’s tattoo on his back, he had read countless professional books with him, his hunger for knowledge that was hard to conceal, and the soreness and envy of the elites, choked in front of the tombstone. "I ran fast" but "It's really too late"...
After twelve years of life and death, and the border line of life and death, it is indeed possible for people to create an illusion of identity confusion, which will be alive and distorted into the bottom of the drug transporting horse to solve the thousand mountains. But when Wu Yu rejected him in the martyrs cemetery and in the car outside the boxing ring, the humble and self-deprecating kind was really too much, too much to make sense.
He actually didn’t have any reason to demean himself. He was born in the highest school in the police circle, and his grades are among the best. Even if he returns 12 years later without any merits, it’s just one missing document on paper. Waiting for people to take care of him and love him from the top and bottom of the detachment is not fake. Even Lin Kang, who has always suspected him, cannot have the guts to choke with him face to face. Even the violation of discipline like boxing can be ridiculed by the Song Bureau. Badao lurks in disguise. ωωω.999xs.co\m\
He may be tortured because of stress disorder, but he should not be afraid of others' affection.
Bu Chonghua stared at the laughing boy in the photo, staring at his shining eyes, and countless doubts came to his mind: What made him unable to accept me?
Where does that kind of self-deprecation come from?
Snapped.
The photo frame was held down, and Bu Chonghua raised his eyes, only to see the young man standing in front of him, hacking away the photo.
"Sergeant Step." He said coldly, "Your excessive degree is really amazing."
Bu Chonghua sighed: "I am indeed not malicious, but I am very sorry for the trouble I have caused you, the captain of Gongzhou City Drug Control Second Division... Jiang Ting."
Jiang Ting.
Wu Yu stood at the corner of a corridor halfway apart, and no one could find that his pupils were trembling violently, and the fragments of memory hit his face--
"Did you see that person, the one running at the top of the team? He called Jiang Ting."
"It's really amazing. Our department is stable in the top three, occasionally the first, and the shooting skills are awesome!"
"Playing well! The layup is super awesome!"
...
"You won't help me collect the uniform that I will use tomorrow. I sent you a text message and didn't see it. I have to run back." Jiang Ting walked around behind him, Wu Yu lying on the upper bunk, facing On the wall, I heard the rain line crackling against the steamy glass outside the window, and the dormitory was filled with a dark and humid smell: "Oh, right, Zhang Boming asked you not to go fishing. You said that you would go to study with me last time. If you don’t make up the exam, you should hang up...."
If you make a list of the people Wu Yu least wants to see again in this life, Jiang Ting should not be in the top three, and at least he should have the top five.
He drew back to the corner and felt his heart bang! Bang! It hits the throat down and down, as long as it opens, it may pop out of the mouth. The pain caused by chest spasm stimulates the nerves all the time, but his brain has never been awake before, even more awake than when the undercover agent encountered emergency situations several times that year.
He must leave Jinhai immediately.
It has reached the point where it cannot continue to delay.
As early as when he moved into Jinhai's residence, he was already prepared. All the documents, cash, and cash were all categorized and placed in a unified manner. In an emergency, he carried his bag and left directly. This was a fixed life pattern formed by his ten years of displacement. Wu Yu quickly formed a clear line in his mind. The upper teeth cut deeply into the inside of his lips, took a deep breath in the smell of blood rust, turned his head slightly from the corner, and finally looked at the door of the ward——
After so many years of special high-risk work, he knows deeply that any trace of nostalgia in his heart when deciding to leave will lead to the consequences of abandoning all previous efforts, but only this time, he could not hold back.
Bu Chonghua stood there, no more than ten meters away from him.
But this may be the last time they got so close.
The man’s deep and sharp eyes and perfect nasolabial lines meandered into the shirt’s collar, shoulder width, leg length, and upright like a sharp sword, he couldn’t find any shortcomings when he looked at it by the most critical standards. He has seen it in his life. The best looking person. Wu Yu's eyes were carefully outlined from Bu Chonghua's whole body, as if he wanted to imprint all the details of this scene, even the angle of the raised hair and the subtle folds of his shirt; then his mouth was hot. The smell of fishy sweetness finally came out completely, and he turned and walked away.
But just as he turned his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eyes, and his movements froze.
——Beside the door of the ward is another up and down stairs. Bu Chonghua and Jiang Ting face each other in front of each other. There is Wu Yu on the left half of the corridor, and the right side faces the stairs, one down and one up.
After going up the handrail of the stairs, someone was standing there. From Wu Yu's perspective, he could only see his feet wearing jeans and high-top boots. The part above the calf was blocked by the unique triangular space of the stairs. ; But if the other party stood in the condescending and looked down, it happened to be able to have a panoramic view of Bu Chonghua and Jiang Ting at the door of the ward.
It's the motorcyclist.
What is he doing there?
Who is he looking at?
Wu Yu's eyes were dimmed, and his extreme sense of smell for danger passed every inch of nerves instantly——
The two photos on the phone were successfully sent. The motorcyclist waited for a while, and the phone vibrated. It was the number he had already memorized: "Hello, Sister Yin?"
"Are there any clearer front shots?"
"No," the motorcyclist passed through the wards on both sides and whispered: "I have not succeeded with him several times. This person is too vigilant. Even within ten meters of the main road in the downtown area, it is the limit. He seems There is an instinct to avoid any prying..."
A very light sneer came across from the phone, with a slight sneer, interrupting him.
"..." The motorcyclist hesitated for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help but ask for a long-term doubt: "Sister Yin, why do you have to take this person down?"
The motorcyclist is still very young. He is not like the "Sanqi" guy. He started to work as a broker in Southeast Asia more than ten years ago to make cultural relics everywhere.
Regarding the "painter", he only knows that the undercover agent was lurking at the Golden Triangle drug lord Thayer, and finally cooperated with the police inside and outside to wipe out the entire group. Not only did she blow up the silver sister's father Thayer, but also helped the Chinese border armed police catch it. The well-known Arthur Hodgson. For more inside information, he only knows that this person has vaguely some emotional entanglements with Sister Yin, and also involves a highly valued and very powerful subordinate of Sister Yin, but this is also what the "Sanqi" said.
He didn't understand why Sister Yin asked him to follow the painter for so long before she did it. Could it be the jealousy of the woman's nature that is at work?
"No reason." Sister Yin said in a lazy and indifferent voice, "You have to know that there are many things in this world for reasons that we never think of in this life."
The motorcyclist was silent and did not dare to ask, he walked to the corridor stairs and glanced down.
The goal is downstairs. Although he didn't know why this person rushed to the cancer hospital, he vaguely felt that the artist's behavior was a bit weird and seemed to hide some deep secrets.
"Sister Yin," he glanced left and right, and asked, "When can I do it?"
The woman smiled silently on the other side of the call, with a hint of cruelty in the words: "If you feel you are ready, you can do it anytime."
——You can do it at any time.
There was a bloody tremor from the nerve endings of the motorcyclist, and he said softly, "Okay."
Several nurses at the other end of the corridor walked into the duty room together. The nurse helped the staggering old man and walked slowly back to the ward. During the lunch break, the inpatient department was much quieter, and no one noticed the movement here; the motorcyclist hung up the phone, followed the handrail and walked downstairs step by step, suddenly looked through the handrail, and saw two people standing at the next staircase. , don’t know what to talk to face to face, but the taller one is obviously familiar.
Hey, he thought to himself, isn't that the man next to the painter, the head of the criminal investigation detachment of Jinhai City?
What is he doing here, the painter is not with him?
Wait, the motorcyclist suddenly thought of another possibility.
The painter hurried to the cancer hospital with unusual behavior. Is he following this surname?
Suddenly suspicious, the motorcyclist was sensitively aware that there was something strange in the middle. He settled, stood on the upper stairs and took out his mobile phone, took a few photos of Bu Chonghua, and then zoomed in again. I quickly sent two copies to sister Yin and then emptied them, and sent another line of text: [Check this person].
Being ignorant and unconscious, he didn't realize that he was secretly photographed by a camera not far away. It was in sharp contrast with the artist who could not take close-up photos anyway.
No wonder, not everyone is enough to be his opponent.
The motorcyclist sighed in his heart and just put away his mobile phone. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice from the building: "Excuse me, nurse, I just took a taxi, and the driver said to pick you up at the south exit. Which side of you leads to the south exit? ?"
"Oh, go straight to the elevator over there and go down, the one next to the toll payment office on the turn.
Painter!
The motorcyclist glanced upwards, weighed in lightning, and decisively welted upstairs, only to see Wu Yu's back flashed past the far end of the corridor and disappeared into the slowly closed elevator door.
Where is he going to go home?
The motorcyclist did not hesitate at all, turned around and swept over the stairs, avoiding a few family members who were chatting slowly, and banged open the fire door, and strode the meteor into the safe corridor!
It is impossible for ordinary people to get down from the ninth floor and synchronize with the elevator, but motorcyclists are very precise about the time, and even the number of seconds required for each floor of the hospital elevator has been calculated. The rush of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Motorcyclists usually rushed through the corners of the escalator, and the figure flashed on the glass of the fire cabinet, and the strong wind blew over the blue sign on the white wall—— 8 floors.
It is difficult to do it in a public hospital with many monitoring and crowded eyes, but as long as you get out of here, there are always many blind spots in the city that cannot be covered by cameras, most of which have been printed in his brain like a precise map— —
7 floors, 6 floors, 5 floors.
The motorcyclist made a sharp turn, and the soles of the boots rubbed against the floor tiles to make a sharp thorn. At the same time, he suddenly felt the wind roar above his head, and the shadows fell from the sky!
——Boom!
It's too late to say, the assassin only had time to fly up, roll down the stairs, hold the corner with his hands, and suddenly turn his head: "It's you?!"
Wu Yu landed, got up, holding something in his hand, the killer instantly recognized it, it was his mobile phone!
"I thought you were really my admirer. I didn't expect to turn my goal to our detachment leader in a blink of an eye." Wu Yu raised his hand and shook his mobile phone, his tone was tired and mocking: "You are wrong in this way, little brother, what about men? Can you be so non-specific?"
The motorcyclist turned around, stared at Wu Yu from the bottom up, and slowly laughed.
He was only in his early twenties, and his face was naturally as clean and sunny as a college boy, but his eyes showed the coldness and fierceness of a professional killer. The contrast was so horrifying in his heart.
"You misunderstood, senior." He said slowly with this smile, "My admiration for the painter will not be transferred by anyone, at least not until you die, otherwise I will prove it to you now. ?"
Wu Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the whirlwind of the next second had arrived--
The assassin jumped up with lightning, volleyed over eight|nine steps, as fast as an arc-shaped afterimage; the kick in the air was hundreds of kilograms, and he kicked Wu Yu on the white wall!
Solution line, solution Qianshan.
During that second thought, Bu Chonghua remembered a lot of details that he had missed before: Wu Yu’s tattoo on his back, he had read countless professional books with him, his hunger for knowledge that was hard to conceal, and the soreness and envy of the elites, choked in front of the tombstone. "I ran fast" but "It's really too late"...
After twelve years of life and death, and the border line of life and death, it is indeed possible for people to create an illusion of identity confusion, which will be alive and distorted into the bottom of the drug transporting horse to solve the thousand mountains. But when Wu Yu rejected him in the martyrs cemetery and in the car outside the boxing ring, the humble and self-deprecating kind was really too much, too much to make sense.
He actually didn’t have any reason to demean himself. He was born in the highest school in the police circle, and his grades are among the best. Even if he returns 12 years later without any merits, it’s just one missing document on paper. Waiting for people to take care of him and love him from the top and bottom of the detachment is not fake. Even Lin Kang, who has always suspected him, cannot have the guts to choke with him face to face. Even the violation of discipline like boxing can be ridiculed by the Song Bureau. Badao lurks in disguise. ωωω.999xs.co\m\
He may be tortured because of stress disorder, but he should not be afraid of others' affection.
Bu Chonghua stared at the laughing boy in the photo, staring at his shining eyes, and countless doubts came to his mind: What made him unable to accept me?
Where does that kind of self-deprecation come from?
Snapped.
The photo frame was held down, and Bu Chonghua raised his eyes, only to see the young man standing in front of him, hacking away the photo.
"Sergeant Step." He said coldly, "Your excessive degree is really amazing."
Bu Chonghua sighed: "I am indeed not malicious, but I am very sorry for the trouble I have caused you, the captain of Gongzhou City Drug Control Second Division... Jiang Ting."
Jiang Ting.
Wu Yu stood at the corner of a corridor halfway apart, and no one could find that his pupils were trembling violently, and the fragments of memory hit his face--
"Did you see that person, the one running at the top of the team? He called Jiang Ting."
"It's really amazing. Our department is stable in the top three, occasionally the first, and the shooting skills are awesome!"
"Playing well! The layup is super awesome!"
...
"You won't help me collect the uniform that I will use tomorrow. I sent you a text message and didn't see it. I have to run back." Jiang Ting walked around behind him, Wu Yu lying on the upper bunk, facing On the wall, I heard the rain line crackling against the steamy glass outside the window, and the dormitory was filled with a dark and humid smell: "Oh, right, Zhang Boming asked you not to go fishing. You said that you would go to study with me last time. If you don’t make up the exam, you should hang up...."
If you make a list of the people Wu Yu least wants to see again in this life, Jiang Ting should not be in the top three, and at least he should have the top five.
He drew back to the corner and felt his heart bang! Bang! It hits the throat down and down, as long as it opens, it may pop out of the mouth. The pain caused by chest spasm stimulates the nerves all the time, but his brain has never been awake before, even more awake than when the undercover agent encountered emergency situations several times that year.
He must leave Jinhai immediately.
It has reached the point where it cannot continue to delay.
As early as when he moved into Jinhai's residence, he was already prepared. All the documents, cash, and cash were all categorized and placed in a unified manner. In an emergency, he carried his bag and left directly. This was a fixed life pattern formed by his ten years of displacement. Wu Yu quickly formed a clear line in his mind. The upper teeth cut deeply into the inside of his lips, took a deep breath in the smell of blood rust, turned his head slightly from the corner, and finally looked at the door of the ward——
After so many years of special high-risk work, he knows deeply that any trace of nostalgia in his heart when deciding to leave will lead to the consequences of abandoning all previous efforts, but only this time, he could not hold back.
Bu Chonghua stood there, no more than ten meters away from him.
But this may be the last time they got so close.
The man’s deep and sharp eyes and perfect nasolabial lines meandered into the shirt’s collar, shoulder width, leg length, and upright like a sharp sword, he couldn’t find any shortcomings when he looked at it by the most critical standards. He has seen it in his life. The best looking person. Wu Yu's eyes were carefully outlined from Bu Chonghua's whole body, as if he wanted to imprint all the details of this scene, even the angle of the raised hair and the subtle folds of his shirt; then his mouth was hot. The smell of fishy sweetness finally came out completely, and he turned and walked away.
But just as he turned his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eyes, and his movements froze.
——Beside the door of the ward is another up and down stairs. Bu Chonghua and Jiang Ting face each other in front of each other. There is Wu Yu on the left half of the corridor, and the right side faces the stairs, one down and one up.
After going up the handrail of the stairs, someone was standing there. From Wu Yu's perspective, he could only see his feet wearing jeans and high-top boots. The part above the calf was blocked by the unique triangular space of the stairs. ; But if the other party stood in the condescending and looked down, it happened to be able to have a panoramic view of Bu Chonghua and Jiang Ting at the door of the ward.
It's the motorcyclist.
What is he doing there?
Who is he looking at?
Wu Yu's eyes were dimmed, and his extreme sense of smell for danger passed every inch of nerves instantly——
The two photos on the phone were successfully sent. The motorcyclist waited for a while, and the phone vibrated. It was the number he had already memorized: "Hello, Sister Yin?"
"Are there any clearer front shots?"
"No," the motorcyclist passed through the wards on both sides and whispered: "I have not succeeded with him several times. This person is too vigilant. Even within ten meters of the main road in the downtown area, it is the limit. He seems There is an instinct to avoid any prying..."
A very light sneer came across from the phone, with a slight sneer, interrupting him.
"..." The motorcyclist hesitated for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help but ask for a long-term doubt: "Sister Yin, why do you have to take this person down?"
The motorcyclist is still very young. He is not like the "Sanqi" guy. He started to work as a broker in Southeast Asia more than ten years ago to make cultural relics everywhere.
Regarding the "painter", he only knows that the undercover agent was lurking at the Golden Triangle drug lord Thayer, and finally cooperated with the police inside and outside to wipe out the entire group. Not only did she blow up the silver sister's father Thayer, but also helped the Chinese border armed police catch it. The well-known Arthur Hodgson. For more inside information, he only knows that this person has vaguely some emotional entanglements with Sister Yin, and also involves a highly valued and very powerful subordinate of Sister Yin, but this is also what the "Sanqi" said.
He didn't understand why Sister Yin asked him to follow the painter for so long before she did it. Could it be the jealousy of the woman's nature that is at work?
"No reason." Sister Yin said in a lazy and indifferent voice, "You have to know that there are many things in this world for reasons that we never think of in this life."
The motorcyclist was silent and did not dare to ask, he walked to the corridor stairs and glanced down.
The goal is downstairs. Although he didn't know why this person rushed to the cancer hospital, he vaguely felt that the artist's behavior was a bit weird and seemed to hide some deep secrets.
"Sister Yin," he glanced left and right, and asked, "When can I do it?"
The woman smiled silently on the other side of the call, with a hint of cruelty in the words: "If you feel you are ready, you can do it anytime."
——You can do it at any time.
There was a bloody tremor from the nerve endings of the motorcyclist, and he said softly, "Okay."
Several nurses at the other end of the corridor walked into the duty room together. The nurse helped the staggering old man and walked slowly back to the ward. During the lunch break, the inpatient department was much quieter, and no one noticed the movement here; the motorcyclist hung up the phone, followed the handrail and walked downstairs step by step, suddenly looked through the handrail, and saw two people standing at the next staircase. , don’t know what to talk to face to face, but the taller one is obviously familiar.
Hey, he thought to himself, isn't that the man next to the painter, the head of the criminal investigation detachment of Jinhai City?
What is he doing here, the painter is not with him?
Wait, the motorcyclist suddenly thought of another possibility.
The painter hurried to the cancer hospital with unusual behavior. Is he following this surname?
Suddenly suspicious, the motorcyclist was sensitively aware that there was something strange in the middle. He settled, stood on the upper stairs and took out his mobile phone, took a few photos of Bu Chonghua, and then zoomed in again. I quickly sent two copies to sister Yin and then emptied them, and sent another line of text: [Check this person].
Being ignorant and unconscious, he didn't realize that he was secretly photographed by a camera not far away. It was in sharp contrast with the artist who could not take close-up photos anyway.
No wonder, not everyone is enough to be his opponent.
The motorcyclist sighed in his heart and just put away his mobile phone. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice from the building: "Excuse me, nurse, I just took a taxi, and the driver said to pick you up at the south exit. Which side of you leads to the south exit? ?"
"Oh, go straight to the elevator over there and go down, the one next to the toll payment office on the turn.
Painter!
The motorcyclist glanced upwards, weighed in lightning, and decisively welted upstairs, only to see Wu Yu's back flashed past the far end of the corridor and disappeared into the slowly closed elevator door.
Where is he going to go home?
The motorcyclist did not hesitate at all, turned around and swept over the stairs, avoiding a few family members who were chatting slowly, and banged open the fire door, and strode the meteor into the safe corridor!
It is impossible for ordinary people to get down from the ninth floor and synchronize with the elevator, but motorcyclists are very precise about the time, and even the number of seconds required for each floor of the hospital elevator has been calculated. The rush of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Motorcyclists usually rushed through the corners of the escalator, and the figure flashed on the glass of the fire cabinet, and the strong wind blew over the blue sign on the white wall—— 8 floors.
It is difficult to do it in a public hospital with many monitoring and crowded eyes, but as long as you get out of here, there are always many blind spots in the city that cannot be covered by cameras, most of which have been printed in his brain like a precise map— —
7 floors, 6 floors, 5 floors.
The motorcyclist made a sharp turn, and the soles of the boots rubbed against the floor tiles to make a sharp thorn. At the same time, he suddenly felt the wind roar above his head, and the shadows fell from the sky!
——Boom!
It's too late to say, the assassin only had time to fly up, roll down the stairs, hold the corner with his hands, and suddenly turn his head: "It's you?!"
Wu Yu landed, got up, holding something in his hand, the killer instantly recognized it, it was his mobile phone!
"I thought you were really my admirer. I didn't expect to turn my goal to our detachment leader in a blink of an eye." Wu Yu raised his hand and shook his mobile phone, his tone was tired and mocking: "You are wrong in this way, little brother, what about men? Can you be so non-specific?"
The motorcyclist turned around, stared at Wu Yu from the bottom up, and slowly laughed.
He was only in his early twenties, and his face was naturally as clean and sunny as a college boy, but his eyes showed the coldness and fierceness of a professional killer. The contrast was so horrifying in his heart.
"You misunderstood, senior." He said slowly with this smile, "My admiration for the painter will not be transferred by anyone, at least not until you die, otherwise I will prove it to you now. ?"
Wu Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the whirlwind of the next second had arrived--
The assassin jumped up with lightning, volleyed over eight|nine steps, as fast as an arc-shaped afterimage; the kick in the air was hundreds of kilograms, and he kicked Wu Yu on the white wall!
