Several people carried Sister Sha out and went out. The night was dark and the wind was high, and there was no one everywhere. They were all strictly trained and easily avoided the guards and came to the beach, throwing Sister Sha’s body into the depths of the sea.

"Battle, do you think we can do this? Boos won't say anything, right?" One of them looked back with concern. After all, Sister Sha is an old man on the island, and her relationship with Boos has always been quite good. What if Boos blames him?

"Don't worry, it's okay! Didn't you realize that she has fallen out of favor now? Boos's godlike existence won't care about a woman!"

"Boos came back and said that someone was going to assassinate Miss Mo tonight. We chased her together, but she was asked to escape. Boos would not pursue it. Besides, she was the one who came to assassinate Miss Mo tonight, so we also do our duty! Don't worry!"

Older people said nothing.

"oh oh!"

The group quietly snorted back. What they didn't see was that the corpse that sank to the bottom of the sea slowly floated up after they walked away, with red blood stains. The blood stains were rushing and rolling in the water by waves and gradually disappeared.

Sister Sha was soaked in the cold sea water, her face was pale but her lips were frozen purple. She saw her keep covering her heart with her hands and swimming with her other hand!

I saw a ruthless light in her eyes, and she said firmly: "Mo Jinghan will not be a human being if she does not avenge this revenge!" Gradually, the small red black dot gradually disappeared on the sea.

The sky gradually became brighter, the fish belly turned white in the sky, and the red sun gradually rose.

The Cheng family is almost crazy now. Since the crash of Cheng Mohan three days ago, Cheng Jianhui has been constantly contacting them. He can't contact Cheng Mohan and Cheng Yuhan, and even he has contacted the pilot on the plane and has not heard of him.

There was even less news about them in the United States. The hospitals there were originally ready, and they were just waiting for their arrival, but after three days, no patients or family members arrived.

Now he used almost all his strength to find them, but there was no news. This made Cheng Jianhui and Long Youran, who were over 50 years old, turn white their hair overnight, and he tells them that something happened to the plane.

"Wuwu... Jianhui, what should you do? It's so anxious. I would have followed me if I had known. Where would you say they could go? Why didn't there be any news?"

"What did you find when the people you sent?"

"Why is there no news yet?"

"Woooo...Oh, my Ahan, Yuhan and my two grandsons are all on it. Don't have any trouble..."

"Are you saying something?" Long Youran was so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pan, walking around in front of Cheng Jianhui.

Cheng Jianhui said irritably: "Don't shake it in front of my eyes, it makes me dizzy when I shake it. Do you think I'm not in a hurry!"

"Then you're trying to find a way..."

"Shut up, do you think of a solution if you have the ability?" Cheng Jianhui roared irritably.

Long Youran widened his eyes and shouted back without showing any weakness: "What are you doing when you yell at me? Are you capable? It's been three days, why haven't you found it?"

Just as the two were quarreling endlessly, Long Zihan came in with a bad face, followed by An Qier behind him.

"Uncle, aunt!"

Long Youran looked at him as if he saw a god, and he didn't care about quarreling with Cheng Jianhui. She grabbed Long Zihan's hand and asked anxiously: "Zihan, what's going on? Is there any news?"

Long Zihan looked at her expectant expression and her face changed again. The person who has always acted decisively and calmly was actually a little hesitant today. Long Youran seemed to have not reacted yet.

Cheng Jianhui's face turned pale, and he suddenly stood up and asked with a trembling voice: "Is something... something happened?"

"Yes!" Long Zihan nodded with difficulty, as if he didn't want to see them in their heartache and pain.

"What? No...Ahan and Yuhan will be fine...No..." Long Youran looked at his sad face, his scalp numb, and then he looked like he was unbelieving, as if he could not accept this fact.

Cheng Jianhui is better than her. Although he didn't cry and make a fuss, he was not much better. He seemed to have grown ten years old all of a sudden. Would he have to give a black-haired person a white-haired person in his life?

He couldn't accept that his son and daughter were so outstanding. He had been raising him for more than 20 years and was gone. This huge blow made him suddenly stagnate and faint.

"Jianhui...Jianhui, don't scare me, wuwu... wake up quickly..." Long Youran cried in a state of grief. The originally happy family seemed to have disbanded.

Soon, Cheng Jianhui was taken to the hospital. He did not escape from danger until the afternoon and woke up from a coma.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to ask Long Zihan, Cheng Mohan and the others what happened. Long Zihan looked at his weak look and refused to say anything.

"Zihan, tell me what happened to them, is it...you talk quickly, don't worry me!" His voice seemed hoarse and powerless.

"I... uncle, you should take care of your illness first, leave this matter to me!"

"Ahem... Say it quickly, say it quickly... Just say it, I'm mentally prepared and it won't be a problem!" Cheng Jianhui stared at his somewhat turbid eyes and asked sincerely.

Long Zihan hesitated for a while, as if he was considering whether he should tell him, but in the end he said it.

"Three days ago, do you know the Worst Strait cargo ship explosion reported in the news?" He looked at Cheng Jianhui's expression and asked carefully. If he couldn't accept it, he would not continue talking.

"What? You...they...can't do it!" He sat up suddenly, his eyes widened in vain, and his mind was thinking about the possibilities of their insecurity.

"Uncle, don't be excited for now, maybe the situation is not that bad yet!"

He continued: "The wreckage of three helicopters were found on the wreckage of the blown cargo ship... We identified based on the debris, one of which was a private jet of the Cheng family!

There were several burnt corpses on the boat, but I couldn't tell who they belonged! Others could not even find the corpses, they might have been buried in the sea or escaped..."

No one knew what happened that night. They could only guess now that when Long Zihan said the last sentence, his voice was almost no less, because he knew that the possibility of survival was very small.

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