But it was getting late. According to Buck's inference, Mou Chenfei would definitely not stay up late on the red-eye flight, so there was an intimate night between the two. Ye Mingjing used the rules of his little wife to comfort herself: "It's not bad. After a week alone, if you delay, you will definitely be poisoned by the concubines of the palace when they will go back. Xiao Yingzi is asking me when I will go back, come! Celebrating the perfect life of our young couple..." He raised the red wine glass high and gave it to Buck, but Buck's cell phone rang, and no outsiders usually look for Buck. Ye Mingjing began to regain his true nature: "It's not right, I won't give it to me for so few minutes?"

The result was a phone number that Buck was not familiar with: "Sir! Aye... Aye killed Abin! Abin... Abin asked me to call you!" The voice was completely uncontrollable and frightened, and even a crying voice.

Aye? What Aye? Buck was simply confused!

But when he heard Abin, Buck recalled this accent. It should be the one who came to the factory entrance to greet his thin tall man with the R&D foursome. He immediately stood up with his cell phone: "Okay! Be calm... How is Abin's situation now? Is he still have a heartbeat or pulse? Where is Aken? Where is he? Now..." He made a call and a steering wheel gesture for Ye Mingjing. The girl who was still acting coquettishly just jumped up and called the driver named Huang. When he helped Buck get his clothes, he quickly put on a T-shirt. He didn't have time to take off the home clothes inside. He grabbed the keys of the handbag and went out with Buck.

Buck kept talking to the other side: "Has he chased him out? Use everything possible to hold the wound to stop the bleeding! Hey...hey?" Ye Mingjing heard a thud in Buck's phone beside him, and then Buck shook his head helplessly and pressed the phone: "Something should have happened again, there is no sound."

The driver surnamed Huang knew the location very well. He drove a Mercedes-Benz to the factory area where Buck had been to noon at noon. A police car had just arrived. Two policemen jumped down and almost ran into it with Buck. One of them took a flashlight on Buck's face, putting his right hand on his waist with his pistol vigilantly: "We received the call, who are you..."

Buck took out his Polish passport: "I am a businessman and I just received a call from my partner for help..."

Then as soon as he turned around, Ye Mingjing screamed and covered her mouth with both hands, standing in the corner without daring to move forward.

To be precise, Ye Mingjing has not seen such a bloody scene in the past two years since he was with Buck. The only time he fought was rescued by Buck on Maling Island was also in the wild at night, and he could not see any exact scene.

But under the bright fluorescent lamp in front of me, a young body lying on the ground twisted, his chest was covered with blood, but the wound was on his neck, his hands seemed to be stuck tightly on his neck, but he could not hold back the blood flowing from the wound. The blood on the ground had flowed a thick pool. In Buck's experience, there was no need to rescue at all. This had basically emptied the blood in the body, and the artery was cut off!

Only those who have seen such a bloody scene will never be forgotten!

The other body was holding the T-shirt that had just taken off his body in his hand, but his head was covered in blood and leaning against the legs of the table next to him, lowering his head and motionless!

The two policemen immediately pulled out their pistols and went in all directions with caution. But Buck took off his shirt and rushed to the young man sitting at the foot of the table. The police pointed the gun at him: "Don't destroy the scene!" It seemed a little panicked, and the other person immediately used the walkie-talkie to call for support and ambulance.

Buck didn't look up: "This is not dead yet, I need to rescue and stop the bleeding immediately! It should be the police he called." He was really skillful in his movements. He touched the carotid artery to confirm the condition. He first opened his handsome thick hair to find the wound, then turned the shirt in his hand like making ramen noodles, quickly turned it into a triangle scarf, and then pressed the blood vessels on the other person's head and neck to start bandaging.

The professional action also made the police relieved. Buck did not look back: "Jing'er! Go... Forget it, you'd better call the driver to send the bottle of iced mineral water in the car!" He was worried that the attacker was still near the studio, but Ye Mingjing immediately turned around and ran out. Buck straightened his back and looked at the environment. A policeman stood by him and moved to the door to observe carefully. Another was running towards the open back door, so Buck loudly reminded: "There is another companion to chase the murderer, but the murderer went back and injured this person. It may not be far away. Be careful..."

Then I immediately heard the policeman at the back door shouting: "There is another...a wounded here!"

With the sound of Cocoa outside, Ye Mingjing, who Buck cared about, returned safely, and the driver followed. Buck let go and let the driver take the seat: "Put the water bottle on the back of his neck... Just keep this sitting position!" He jumped up and went to the back door to assist the policeman. Sure enough, the warm glasses called Aken fell in it in the green bush outside the back door. The person was awake, but he was a little confused. His arms and face were covered with blood. The police only dared to reach out and touch the carotid artery to confirm that he was not dead, but he was nervous and did not dare to move: "It seems that the beating is weak..." While talking, he touched his neck, which might be comparing.

This time, Buck took off the belt on his waist and put it on Aken's arm. The otaku who has not exercised for many years only played with computers had a thin arm like noodles, but a lot of blood came out from a deep cut in the upper arm. Buck could even judge that it should be an extremely thin blade. Maybe it was a common paper cutting knife in the studio. The belt was tied to the end of the arm close to the shoulders, tightening it hard to ensure that the blood vessels were blocked and bleeding. Then he gently helped the wounded up with the police. Buck supported and dragged it in, so when he entered the door, the police avoided it. Obviously, it was obvious that Buck should be very good at treating the wounded, and ensuring the life of the wounded is the most important thing.

But just as Buck put one foot into the studio floor, the policeman behind him suddenly roared like thunder: "Who! Who is there?!"

He was startled Buck and immediately rushed towards the other side when he heard the footsteps behind him. Buck accelerated his pace and dragged Aken to the driver and sat down next to his companion. Then he looked at the dead Abin.

But then everyone here heard a few blows and screams!

The policeman standing next to the gate shuddered: "What happened?"

An adult with about 60 kilograms of blood was less than ten kilograms of blood. The same sharp blade cut through the neck. A large piece of plasma under his body was as sticky as tomato sauce. Buck just touched the artery on his neck and confirmed that his soul was no longer there. He turned his head and saw that the wounded man who was calling had opened his eyes under the influence of ice water stimulating the central nervous system, staring at the scene in front of him in a daze...

Ye Mingjing stood beside her, looking at everything in front of her with the same expression.

Buck stood up and glanced at the policeman who kept calling his colleague through the phone on his shoulder.
Chapter completed!