Three days later, the Command Center of the General Administration of Counter-Terrorism.

Luo Zheng lay quietly on a chair, his eyes were like torches, staring at the electronic screen, and various satellite surveillance images were constantly switching on it. He was wearing headphones, and various monitoring situation reports were constantly ringing in the headphones. In the past three days, Luo Zheng has been staying in the command center almost every day, eager to find the gathering members of the three major families.

Then, the members of the gatherings of these three major families were like evaporated on earth, with no news. You should know that the intelligence systems of the two major countries of Sam and China were investigated. The General Police Agency, which belongs to the United Nations, also intervened. After such a big incident, the General Police Agency could not be idle. Tens of thousands of people were chasing, ground intelligence collection, online surveillance, satellite reconnaissance, communication monitoring, etc., almost all methods were used.

The first three days are the most precious. There is no news within three days, so it will be even more difficult to check again. This result made Luo Zheng very frustrated. The members of the party are the core of the three major families, the future and hope. If they are caught, the three major families will be deposed. Then, for three days, there is no clue. Luo Zheng vaguely feels that it is difficult to find it.

Liu Qingqing came over with a cup of hot tea, handed it to Luo Zheng, and then whispered: "Head, Sister Xueer was discharged from the hospital today."

"Uh!" Luo Zheng responded casually, looking like he was wandering around. After a while, just as Liu Qingqing couldn't help reminding him again, Luo Zheng suddenly had his eyes lit up. He got up, as if he had just remembered this. He picked up a coat next to him and walked out, saying as he walked: "I'll come when I go. Remember to ask someone to help clean up Xue'er's office and change it to flowers."

"Oh!" Liu Qingqing smiled.

Luo Zheng took the elevator to the underground parking lot and drove away. After more than ten minutes, Luo Zheng parked the car at the entrance of the hospital, got off the car and rushed to the hospital. Seeing someone selling flowers next to him, he hurried forward, bought a large bunch and walked into the hospital with his hands in hand. Not long after, he arrived at Lan Xue's ward.

There was a policeman on duty at the door of the ward. Zhang Yang leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest. Perhaps he felt something. He opened it suddenly. Seeing that it was Luo Zheng, he nodded and said hello, and continued to close his eyes to rest. Luo Zheng walked forward gratefully, patted Zhang Yang's shoulder lightly, and whispered: "I'll pick me up and discharge you. Thank you for your hard work these days."

"You're welcome." Zhang Yang slowly opened his eyes, with an indifferent expression, and replied softly.

Luo Zheng nodded, walked to the door, gently pushed open the door, and saw Lan Xue packing her belongings, quickly greeted her and said with a smile: "I'm late, congratulations on your recovery."

"Thank you." Lan Xue was a little surprised when she saw Luo Zheng bringing a large bouquet of flowers over. This was completely inconsistent with Luo Zheng's style in her impression, but a hint of surprise came to her heart. Which woman doesn't love flowers, especially the words given by her beloved? Lan Xue took them over and put them down and smiled and said, "This is the first time you gave me flowers, right?"

"I often send it to you in the future." Luo Zheng smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, what kind of romance do you do with a martial artist? I'll get the heart." Lan Xue smiled, put her luggage in a small bag, handed her bag to Luo Zheng and said, "This is for you."

"It should be." Luo Zheng quickly took it over, and saw Lan Xue holding the words in her arms, her face calm, as if the blooming lily was completely different from the cold and charming thing in the past, and she couldn't help but be infatuated.

"Idiot, wake up and go." Lan Xue pinched Luo Zheng's armpit and said with a weak smile.

"Oh, okay." Luo Zheng agreed happily, walked outside, and came to the door. Luo Zheng said to the police: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work, I'll take away the person. You guys say it to Jackson!"

"Okay, please sign a letter on this, just a procedure." A policeman handed over a document.

Luo Zheng took a look and it was just a proof. Who had taken the proof away? He immediately signed and handed it over to Zhang Yang and said, "Brother, come with me." As he said that, he walked towards the other side, Lan Xue and Zhang Yang followed closely behind.

After a while, the two of them arrived at another ward. Lan Xue came forward and knocked on the door. After getting permission, she pushed the door in and smiled enthusiastically: "Sister Hua, we are here to see you."

"What a beautiful flower, it must have been given to you by him, right? You have a good time to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, but I don't mind, so I help me put it in a vase. Thank you, come in outside." The voice of the red plum blossoms rang out.

Luo Zheng smiled embarrassedly. He knew that he would have no two bouquets, but he still had no experience. He hurried in and saw Hongmeihua sitting on the bed, leaning against her, with an elevator hanging on her hands, wearing a hospital gown, looking bad, and said apologetically: "It was me who was careless that hurt you."

"Don't say that, how can we not be hurt in our industry? I don't know when it will be heroic. It's good to save my life. Let's sit down." Hongmeihua smiled. Seeing Lan Xue coming, she held Lan Xue's hand and smiled, "Congratulations on your recovery. Your family knows how to sell flowers. It's good and more perfect."

"There are also a day when the elm lumps are enlightened, right?" Lan Xue asked with a smile: "How do you feel?"

"She has to lie down for three or five days." A voice came from outside. Everyone looked back and saw that it was Wu Miao, wearing a white coat and taking off his mask and laughed: "Oh, the busy man is here, it's rare. It's just right that I'm here. Go to my place to check it later to avoid any future troubles."

"Okay, listen to you." Luo Zheng said quickly.

Seeing Luo Zheng surrender, Wu Miao couldn't help but complain: "You are incompetent as a leader. You didn't show up after three days and didn't know how to care about your subordinates. If Xueer hadn't been discharged from the hospital, you wouldn't have come yet?"

Luo Zheng smiled embarrassedly, without explanation, nor could he explain. As a leader, his subordinates should come and walk more often when they are injured, and care about the situation. Lan Xue, as Luo Zheng's fiancée, is not easy to help get rid of it. Hong Meihua looked at the two of them and smiled and said, "Sister Wu Miao is so angry. There is a reason why he doesn't come. If he comes, it will be inappropriate. What do you think?"

"Okay, I don't understand what you fighters think. I'm just a doctor. From the perspective of recovery, he should walk around more often. The patient will recover faster when he is in a good mood. Forget it, let's not talk about this, take the temperature." Wu Miao said lightly, handing Hongmeihua a thermometer.

"Come with me." Wu Miao said to Luo Zheng and walked outside.

Luo Zheng quickly followed, and the two came to a clinic. Wu Miao picked up the earpiece and listened to Luo Zheng's chest for a while, then looked through his eyelids and mouth for a while, took his blood pressure, and finally said: "You recovered well. Your physique is different from ordinary people and your recovery ability is amazing. But you have to pay attention in the future and don't get angry at all. A large group of people are watching you. Snow Leopard can be discharged from the hospital. They observe for another day, so don't worry."
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