Many people on the street saw the scene just now. The traffic was suddenly blocked. Many vehicles were stranded on the roadside. A crowd gradually gathered around to watch. The front of the car on the road was hit and retracted.

, tilted, with black smoke coming out, there were several pools of blood on the road, one person had blood coming out of his mouth, he was not dead yet, his head was full of blood and he crawled in front of the car, the other person's body was directly crushed by the tire of the car

As he passed, he wailed in pain.

He looked down at his body and suddenly let out a shrill scream. He held his thighs with both hands and kept wailing. More and more people were watching around him, pointing and pointing.

Zhao Fanchen sat up, pressed the steering wheel with both hands, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and drove the car quickly. The car was riddled with bullet holes, all the glass in the car was shattered, and the windshield was completely shattered.

It fell. Zhao Fanchen's shoulder was blown by the wind and felt a little raw. It was scratched by a bullet when he was crouching here just now. He turned his head and glanced at the man leaning under the seat. Zhao Fanchen felt anger and bitterness in his heart.

Welling up, his heart seemed to be torn apart by a huge force, twisted, deformed and broken.

The desperate pain that was suppressed in the bottom of his heart was about to tear his body into pieces. Under his feet were the wontons spilled out of the two small paper buckets, stained with his blood. Zhao Fanchen didn't even know who this person was.

I had only met his name a few times before, and had never even spoken to him, but he just died in front of Zhao Fanchen, just for eating a bowl of wontons. What the hell is this world like!

Zhao Fanchen felt that his body was about to explode due to the rage in his heart. He stepped on the accelerator and grabbed the steering wheel desperately. Maybe deep down in his heart, as long as he could go back as soon as possible, this person could still be saved.

At this time, the fuel tank of the car driven by Zhao Fanchen had begun to leak, and acrid black smoke was emitted. At this time, you could see such a strange scene on the road. There was only a car without doors and glass.

The car, with bullet holes all over its body and a puff of black smoke coming out of its rear, was speeding along the road, making a harsh roar and occasionally swaying left and right on the road, barely avoiding the traffic going the wrong way.

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I don’t know how long we drove, but we finally reached a small pier on the seaside. This kind of small pier is a private pier with two small yachts docked. When the guard saw this car, he quickly pulled the car away.

After opening the iron door, Zhao Fanchen drove his car and rushed in. After he was knocked out of the car door, he shouted loudly: "Someone has been shot, hurry up and save him."

When those people saw that the car had become like this, with bullet holes all over their bodies, they naturally understood. Two people immediately dragged the dead man out of the car and carried him to the small yacht.

Watching them carry the lifeless man onto the yacht, Zhao Fanchen turned around and saw the blood left on the driving seat of the car and the blood-stained wontons. He suddenly felt nauseated.

Suddenly, Zhao Fanchen felt waves of nausea, as if his stomach had been pinched. When he saw the blood in the car, he thought of the man who was walking back with two bowls of wontons in his hand.

, his face was filled with the kind of warm look that only appeared when he saw his relatives, and he couldn't help but want to vomit, couldn't help feeling sick, and then he bent over and covered his face with his hands.

With his own neck, he quickly rushed to the small bathroom door behind the guard porter on the small pier, bumped into a small toilet stall, and immediately squatted down, lying on his stomach, and let out a "wow" sound.

As soon as there was a lump in my throat, I almost vomited it out while holding the toilet with both hands!

Zhao Fanchen kept vomiting. He felt that his stomach was spasming, twitching, and contracting. It seemed that the contents of his stomach would press on his throat at any time. He lay on the toilet seat and almost spent the whole day.

I vomited almost everything I ate, and my stomach was empty. I was still holding the toilet, leaning forward and retching vigorously, almost vomiting out my own bile!

The intense stimulation of being almost suffocated for a moment, followed by waves of nausea and vomiting, is the kind of strong stimulation that only occurs when the body is overwhelmed by some huge force.

When he raised his head, Zhao Fanchen's face was covered with snot and tears, and he was still retching. Although he had vomited out everything in his stomach, only bile was left.

There were also those filthy residues at the corners of his mouth. At this time, he looked in a miserable state, lying there and panting. He felt as if his whole body had been completely and completely hollowed out, as if

Like a dead fish in the water, after his body was hollowed out, he slowly floated on the water. He felt that his whole body was floating and soft... His whole body seemed to be covered with...

It was like being hit by electricity, without any strength at all.

Getting up from the toilet, Zhao Fanchen touched the dirt at the corner of his mouth. He calmed down, then slowly walked out, turned on the faucet of the sink, took a sip, rinsed his mouth, and then drained the water in the sink.

Full, he buried his confused head in the water again. He didn't dare to pull his head out of the water, and he didn't want to pull it out. Just like that, his whole head was submerged in the pool. Zhao Fanchen felt that he was about to suffocate, so fast

Just when his lungs were about to explode, he was slapped hard on the back. With a crash, Zhao Fanchen pulled his head out of the pool, causing a splash of water.

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With his hands supported on the edge of the pool, Zhao Fanchen's face was covered with water, and then he lay there panting hard, his face a little pale. He raised his head and saw a person standing behind him in the mirror. This person he knew was Bao Ye.

The man who had been serving Master Eight came over and patted Zhao Fanchen's shoulder gently again, and said with a smile: "Are you okay? It was like this the first time. Many years ago, it was the first time I killed someone.

Times are much more serious than you are now. At least you did it the first time you took action. What I wanted to do but failed to do is nothing. What you have to endure in the future will be more difficult than this. Let's go!

Mr. Xiong is waiting to see you!"

After touching the water on his face, Zhao Fanchen finally calmed down slowly. When he came out of the small bathroom, the car just now had disappeared. He followed this man and got into another car, and then he drove

The car walked along the road on the seaside pier and walked inside. There were all rows of private small piers with small yachts docked. Occasionally there would be one or two super luxurious yachts with bright lights and exciting music.

Music, many people are having a carnival party.

The car drove about a kilometer away and stopped at a small private pier. There were guards here, and there were also several fishing boats docked when going out to sea.

The yacht was not big, with several low houses on it. Zhao Fanchen saw two strong men in black T-shirts standing at the escalator on the yacht, with their hands behind their backs and dark faces standing there.

Following the people in front of me, I got on the yacht and turned around and entered the two small rooms. Mr. Xiong was leaning on the lounge chair, closing his eyes and relaxing. He held a cigar in his hand and took an occasional puff. His brows were furrowed, as if he was

While he was thinking about some difficult problem, his prosthetic leg and the recliner tapped gently, making a slow, rhythmic sound. Zhao Fanchen suddenly felt this sometimes slow, sometimes impassioned rhythm. Where was he?

He had heard it before, and finally he remembered that it was in China, and it was the national anthem.

After this man entered the house, he did not move forward, but stood there, bowed his head respectfully and shouted: "Master Xiong, he is back."

At this time, Mr. Xiong, who was leaning on the recliner with his eyes closed to rest, finally opened his eyes. He glanced at Zhao Fanchen, started to do it, rubbed his aching forehead, and smiled faintly: "Hey, that's what happens when you get old.

, I want to think about some things clearly, but after all, my body can’t bear it anymore, and I’m a little unable to do what I want. It’s not like before, and I can’t handle it anymore in recent years. In the future, the development of the club will depend on young people like you!”

The man who brought Zhao Fanchen in didn't say anything. He just nodded lightly to Mr. Xiong and turned around to go out. At this time, Mr. Xiong smiled and said, "Sit down, Xiaofan! You did a good job.

It surprised me!"

Zhao Fanchen sat down expressionlessly and said nothing. He calmed down and said, "Master Xiong, the man who picked me up is dead!"

Mr. Xiong opposite did not speak, nor did he show any expression on his face. At this moment, Zhao Fanchen suddenly saw a kind of indifference in Mr. Xiong's eyes, a kind of chilling indifference. His eyes were very cold,

It was so cold that it made people stand in the cold. It seemed that they didn't care at all about that person's life and death, and they didn't even ask about it. Or maybe there was some other reason for this.

Mr. Xiong never mentioned the death of that person from beginning to end. He threw several photos to Zhao Fanchen, which showed the dead image of Qiao Zhenhai floating in the swimming pool of his villa. Zhao Fanchen's heart skipped a beat when he saw the stack of photos, but his

Without showing any expression on his face, he threw the photo in his hand on the table and leaned on the chair. He heard Mr. Xiong slowly say: "Xiao Fan, you did a good job this time. Not only did you kill

I killed this old fox and achieved unexpected results. Very good. Please tell me the situation at that time."

Zhao Fanchen calmly picked up a cup of tea on the table and took a sip. Without any expression on his face, he told him how he killed Qiao Zhenhai, how he made the accident happen, and how he escaped.

After listening, I thought for a moment and nodded without saying anything. Then he took out a stack of thick documents and two large envelopes from the drawer in front of him, one of which contained a bank note.

card, and inside the other was a house key.

"These are the formal documents for your identity. You have a house in Chinatown. The key is in the envelope. There is a lot of money in this card, which is enough for you to buy a car and a house, or you can send it back to China. In short, these things are yours.

You can spend it however you want, but there may be a bloody storm next. Now that you have accomplished this, you are one of our own, and I will protect you if you are my own." Mr. Xiong looked at Zhao.
Chapter completed!