The green light was on, and the gray van continued to drive. It was very disciplined and would not attract the attention of others. Except for the front windshield, the other windows were covered with opaque car membranes. You couldn't see the situation inside. You had no other choice but to ride an electric bike all the way. Fortunately, it was very congested on rainy days, and the electric bike drove faster than the car.

This is a gray-white gold cup van. The rear seats were removed and folded seats were installed on both sides. Liu Kunlun covered his head hood, tied his hands and feet behind his back. This is called the pig-binding method. It is extremely strong. No matter how strong a tough guy is, he will no longer have the power to struggle. He can hear Chu Tong's heavy breathing, right beside him, a kind of despair and regret that he had never experienced before came to his heart. The road to no return has reached the end. Death is not scary. His pain lies in the burden of Chu Tong.

Chu Tong was also in despair and fear. She did not wear a black hood. She could see Liu Kunlun wearing a black hood lying side by side on the floor of the carriage, tied up with her feet facing the sky, like a pig to be slaughtered. She finally understood why her mother firmly opposed her being with Liu Kunlun. The so-called "gangster brother" was just dazzling on the surface. The blood and tears that the woman who was the boss behind her back were not worthy of being outsiders.

All love becomes worthless in the face of life and death. If it can be repeated, Chu Tong would rather not know Liu Kunlun, rather than never come to Anjiang, and would rather be a good baby to his mother and obey her arrangements.

But there is no if in the world, she can only accept the upcoming tragedy.

As the rain drifted, the time was thick and it seemed that the phlegm could not be dissolved. The people in the car began to be anxious. Some were smoking and some were cursing. They spoke in accents and were also from Chu Tong's college classmates, so they could basically determine the region where the sound was expressed. She deliberately kept it in her heart, so she used it as a clue to solve the case later.

There is a man who is the most ruthless. He speaks Mandarin with a Hunan accent and says, "Why do you want to do it first?" I picked up the kid's tendons and asked him to watch us get him on. Wouldn't he finish it?"

Another person with a Northeast accent said, "What if you do if you lose your car?"

A Guangdong accent said: "Isn't it better to just lay plastic cloth in the car?"

Hunan accent said: "It's okay to throw the car into the river with no effort, and you can't leave any trace."

The Northeast accent said: "Oh, I think I still want this car."

A person in the front seat spoke, "Can't people throw them together with the car, have the pits been dug?"

The Northeast accent said: "The shovel is ready, let him dig it by himself later."

Chu Tong was frightened when she heard this. Only then did she realize that the other party was not allowed to leave any living words. She and Liu Kunlun would become lonely ghosts in the suburbs. She didn't know when to solve the case and left clues to the King of Hell.

At this time, Liu Kunlun was just thinking about it. He died at all times, so what else is there to be scary?

The person sitting in the front seat was Zhang Yanbin, the boss of these people. He was also anxious at this time. He built roads everywhere in the river. In addition, it rained, the roads that were already difficult to walk were blocked. His original plan was to go outside the city and then do things, but it seemed that several subordinates could no longer hold back.

"Okay, do it in the car, don't make too much noise." Zhang Yanbin said.

Liu Kunlun felt that someone had grabbed his left ankle, and a cold blade pressed on the thick tendon on the heel of his heel. This is what the world calls the tendons to be picked. Even if the person who has broken tendons cannot act as usual, it is equivalent to half a useless person. Moreover, being scrapped is a very shameless thing, and it will disappear in the world from then on.

Suddenly, the Northeast accent sounded: "You picked up his tendons, who will dig a hole when you turn around? Do you dig or I?"

Hunan accent said: "Yes, no one digs a hole, he is lucky, so he will do something else first."

The black hood on Liu Kunlun's head was taken off, and he turned his head with one hand and looked at Chu Tong a few centimeters away.

Chu Tong was full of tears, her mouth was also blocked with rags, and she could not say anything. The two of them had only eyes to communicate. Chu Tong saw the resoluteness in Liu Kunlun's eyes, but in just one second, she was turned over.

The Hunan accent and the Northeast accent were arguing which one should go first. The two of them solved the problem. The Hunanese won and wanted to take off Chu Tong's pants. Chu Tong was wearing a pair of hard jeans today, with a rope tied to the ankle. If you want to operate, you have to untie the rope first. However, when the Hunanese untie the rope, they were hit hard by Chu Tong. The fierce Wuhan girl struggled to death, in return for a blow that struck her head.

"Silly, are you okay? I'll do it?" The Northeastern people couldn't stand it anymore. The two were arguing, and suddenly the van stopped suddenly, and a shrill scream came from the same time.

"What's going on?" asked the Northeastern man.

"You guys are trying to do something, don't move." Zhang Yanbin ordered.

The driver who had never spoken did not turn off the engine and pulled the handbrake and got off the car to negotiate. They were all people who were walking around the world. You could tell at a glance that it was an addict who was trying to mess with the world. The world had its own rules. They were people who did big things and would not care about such small things. They would throw a hundred-dollar bill over and throw it over.

But today this person who hit the car is a bit weird. He can't get rid of a hundred yuan. The driver scared him and said he wanted to call the police. The person who hit the car said yes, call the police, I'll wait.

Originally, the driving speed on this road was similar to that of an electric vehicle. A van had an accident and a lane was blocked. The subsequent vehicles could only walk around carefully. You Moe was wearing a raincoat and blocked the middle of the road. The rain wet his sparse head, which made him even more vulgar, but at this moment he felt that he was a hero.

Zhang Yanbin was a little uneasy. As a drug lord, he was very nervous. Today, this matter was not very smooth in the second half, and it seemed to indicate something. He ordered: "Xiaowei, go and solve it."

The Northeastern man opened the door a crack, jumped down quickly, and closed the door again. His face was fierce, with a big gold chain and a buzz cut, which was very deterrent.

The Hunanese continued to be busy with him. He was lowering his head and unbuttoning Chu Tong's pants. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his throat. When he touched it with his hand, blood gushed out. He couldn't hold it down. He turned around in a daze and saw that Liu Kunlun had recovered his freedom at some point. He was holding a single-sided blade of Feiying card in his hand, and the handcuffs on his wrist were hanging off.

Zhang Yanbin, who was in the passenger seat, turned back in shock. He reacted very quickly and quickly pulled out his gun. Liu Kunlun's reaction was not slow. He copied out a pistol not on the belt of Hunanese people. The drug lord's guns were loaded at any time, and they were knocked out. There was no unnecessary movement of loading and opening safety. In such a small space, it was impossible to avoid it. This was a battle of shooting each other face to face.

Liu Kunlun was not standing and was shot. He threw himself on Chu Tong and shot at the passenger seat, firing four shots in a row. The opponent fired at least three shots. The sound of gunfire in the carriage was loud, and there was a roar in his ears. The smell of gunfire spread. Gunshots were also heard outside. The sound of footsteps approached, and Liu Kunlun shot twice at the car door.

Countless car alarms were alarmed by gunfire, and the sirens were loud, and Liu Kunlun faced downward, facing Chu Tong's face.

"Hold the gun and go." Liu Kunlun slowly picked up the blade and cut the rope on Chu Tong's hand.

When Chu Tong got up, Liu Kunlun fell to the ground. He could no longer stand up. There was blood on his back. Chu Tong was calm in the face of danger and took a pistol with blue smoke from Liu Kunlun. Checked the front seat. There were some blood in the passenger seat. Four holes were punched in the backrest of the chair, and all the stuffing was punched out.

Through the windshield of the van, you can see a man lying in front of the car, wearing a gray raincoat and hunching over, like an elderly dead dog, his electric car lying on the side.

When people opened the car door, the Northeastern people were hit by bullets passing through the car door, facing the sky with their backs, eyes open, and looking at the rainy sky.

In the car, the Hunanese were dead. His carotid artery was cut open. Blood shot to every place in the car, flowing into a river, and then flowing out of the car, and was washed into a light red by the rain.

It's dark.

...

The first person to arrive at the scene was the traffic police. There were two dead and two seriously injured people at the scene. It is now rush hour, and all the roads are blocked. Even the hard road shoulders are covered with cars. The ambulance cannot pass at all. Shi Guoping, the captain of the traffic police, ordered a motorcycle to open the road and use a police car to send the injured to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment.

Chu Tong was the least injured, but the soft tissue that was beaten was contusted and the nose and face were swollen. Her ward was a single room, and there was a policeman on duty at the door. A criminal policeman named Zhang Xiangyu came to record her.

"Where is Liu Kunlun?" Chu Tong asked in the first sentence.

"It's still being rescued." Zhang Xiangyu said, "Tell me what you know."

Chu Tongyin went to do a miscarriage himself and told the follow-up story. Zhang Xiangyu was fascinated by the hearing and forgot to take the transcript.

"That's it, you should take good care of your illness and don't leave. I'll come back tomorrow." Zhang Xiangyu closed the record book, Chu Tong asked him for his cell phone, and Officer Zhang said that it was also evidence and could not be given to you for the time being.

Chu Tong spent the night in anxiety, and Zhang Xiangyu came over the next morning at 10 o'clock. Looking at his dark circles and tired expression, he knew that he had not slept all night.

"How is Liu Kunlun?" Chu Tong was already waiting.

"It's out of danger of life." Zhang Xiangyu said, his tone hesitating, "But..."

"But what?" Chu Tong felt his heart hang up.

"The bullet hit his spine, and the doctor said... it might be paraplegic at a high position." Zhang Xiangyu said, "It's good that you are not married, otherwise..."

"You bastard!" Chu Tong suddenly grabbed the pillow and smashed it over, "He will not be paralyzed! Even if he is paralyzed, I will take care of him for the rest of my life. Even if he dies, I will have his children and raise his offspring for him!"

The criminal police were used to seeing these things. Zhang Xiangyu understood Chu Tong's excitement. He smiled self-deprecatingly: "We really don't understand the love of you young people, but if you think Liu Kunlun saved you, you're wrong."

"Can you save me be the one?" Chu Tong sneered.

"The person who saved you is You Laoshu." Zhang Xiangyu paused, as if he was choosing something.
Chapter completed!