"You're still here." Fu Zhongtian looked very bad while lying on the hospital bed. Long-term chemotherapy and radiotherapy had made his body very weak, and various complications were tormenting him all the time.
Fu Zhongtian doesn't want to go back to China, not because CIA and IADC are too strict with him, but because his body has reached an irreversible point. Now he has needles inserted all over his body and an extracorporeal blood circulation device.
Working hummingly, his heart could no longer bear such a high load, and he could only rely on machines to maintain his life.
"It is necessary for me to take you on your last journey." The Westerner sitting next to the hospital bed was very thin, with a fair face and almost no blood. He smiled and covered Fu Zhongtian with the quilt. This time when he came to Russia, he
There was no one following him. But the two bodyguards who fell in the ward showed that he was extraordinary. His codename was vampire, his name was Alexander S. Wellington, and he is the current chairman of the IADC.
"Alexander. The first few people are all dead." Fu Zhongtian took off his oxygen mask, turned his head with all his strength, and still looked at the vampire with firm eyes.
"Vasily Ivanovich, Hussein Heike Indias, all died in my hands." The smile on the vampire's face has not disappeared. This smile has no emotions and is just purely ceremonial.
Ming is somewhat similar. "I'm sorry, Fu. I'm sorry..."
"At least, I want to see my son before I die. But...do what you should do." Fu Zhongtian coughed several times and closed his eyes.
"Stop talking." The vampire put the oxygen mask back on Fu Zhongtian. "I want to tell you, and please believe me. Things have become very bad. I have to do this. I have to take the last resort.
Now." The vampire stood up and sighed deeply, "I will not forget the agreement we made nine years ago."
The vampire couldn't see Fu Zhongtian's face under the oxygen mask.
There was an imperceptible arc at the corner of Fu Zhongtian's mouth, and he nodded.
"Fu, I'm sorry. You are all the people I admire the most. But I have to kill you one by one. I saw Vasily and Hussein before they died, and it was my personal order!
This proposal was made by you, but now that I see you, I can’t make it..."
Fu Zhongtian raised his hand vigorously, holding something for detecting blood pressure and extracorporeal circulation pulse between his fingers. He pointed at the drawer of the bedside table with his finger.
Alexander rubbed his temples and opened the drawer. There was only a note inside. He took a look and smiled slightly. "Fu, I know you won't blame me. I will do it. You all go, I
I will do it. I will do what you can't do for you." He put the note on the table.
"Excuse me, where is Fu Zhongtian's ward?" Fu Ming gasped and ran to the ward nurse station on the third floor of the hospital. "I am his son." He spoke Russian very fluently, just like Fu Zhongtian.
"It's already past the visiting time, why are there still people coming..." The nurse yawned impatiently and looked at the clock. It was 4:10 a.m. Russian time. "You're still letting me rest! One after another
one"
"Is anyone else coming?" Fu Ming was stunned when he heard the news. He didn't even have time to tell Coco that Fu Zhongtian was seriously ill. As soon as he got off the plane, he arrived here in a car provided by Fu's Trading and Transportation Company.
, there were only two locals in the company who came to pick him up.
And Fu Zhongtian probably doesn’t have any friends in Russia!
"Ward 305 is a single ward. Keep your voice down so as not to disturb the other patients! That person has arrived and he probably hasn't left yet!" After the nurse finished speaking, she held up another novel and read it with relish.
Pay more attention to Fu Ming.
"Be careful, someone got there first." Fu Ming took out a pistol from behind, his hands still shaking. "Hurry over!"
The two company members behind Fu Ming also took out their pistols, screwed on the silencer, and ran quickly to the ward.
"Hey, please keep your voice down..." The nurse just stood up and was shocked by the scene in front of her. Originally, there was a weirdo living in Ward 305. He even brought two bodyguards to the hospital. Even the police couldn't drive him away.
The three people who came to visit him last time actually had guns in their hands.
"Shut your mouth, Miss Nurse. You shouldn't die here." Fu Ming said coldly and followed the two people in front.
"It should be at the corner in front!" A company member leaned against the corner, raised his gun and leaned out, when he saw a doctor in a white coat.
The doctor saw the pistol and quickly raised his hands, "What's going on? Who are you?"
"I'm sorry! Let's go!" The company member waved his hand and motioned for the people behind him to come up.
Fu Ming glanced at the doctor suspiciously, and without thinking much, he followed the company members and rushed into the ward.
Two bodyguards were lying on the ground in the ward. Their bodies had begun to stiffen, and the blood on the ground had turned dark red. Each of them had a bullet hole in their head. They had been dead for some time. But
The house was very neat, there were no signs of struggle, and there were not even bullet casings on the ground.
Fu Ming rushed to the bed and touched Fu Zhongtian's carotid artery. "Father..." Fu Zhongtian's carotid artery had no beating rhythm at all.
One of the catheters of the extracorporeal blood circulation machine was pulled out from Fu Zhongtian's body, and the blood in the catheter was still dripping on the ground.
Fu Ming opened the quilt. The opening of the catheter that was originally opened in the heart artery was still bleeding out. The inside of the quilt and the sheets were full of bright red blood, which made Fu Ming's eyes red.
"That doctor, chase him!" Fu Ming turned around and yelled.
The two company members were stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe what they saw. Fu Zhongtian had been staying at the company's headquarters in Moscow, Russia, for six years. The two company members had to deal with Zhongtian, the funny and serious CEO.
They were very fond of him and even admired him. They couldn't believe that Fu Zhongtian, who was joking with them a few days ago, had become a corpse at this time.
After hearing Fu Ming's roar, they immediately ran to the corridor with guns in hand, but there was no one in the corridor. The nurse at the nurse's station also had her neck broken and collapsed on the ground. The two of them looked out the window.
Looking over, I saw a car parked downstairs driving away quickly and disappeared after a while.
Fu Ming took off the oxygen mask on Fu Zhongtian's face and touched his old and thin face. Fu Zhongtian's face was very clean. His beard and hair had already fallen out after a long period of chemotherapy.
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"Father...Father..." Fu Ming buried his head next to Fu Zhongtian's face, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, "Just for a moment, you can't wait for me for just a moment...six years...
No, wait for me for a few more minutes... My son is unfilial, my son is a waste, not even you can save me, not even my father!" Fu Ming yelled crazily, raised the pistol in his hand and pointed it at the ceiling.
Pulling the trigger, the m9 pistol with a silencer fired continuously, and the wall debris on the ceiling kept falling down. The bolt popped open with a bang, and Fu Ming emptied the bullets in the magazine.
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"Ah..." Fu Ming yelled at the ceiling, put his hands on the ground, and knelt on the ground. Fu Ming's scream woke up the surrounding patients and their families. Many people came to the door of the ward and looked at the scene inside.
, and some people secretly pressed their cell phones to notify the police.
"Vice President..." The two company members returned to the ward, only to find that they had called the wrong name. After Fu Zhongtian's death, Fu Ming had become the president of Fu's Trading and Transportation Company. "Mr. President, the police are coming.
Already." They had vaguely heard the sound of sirens.
Fu Ming handed the pistol in his hand and the bullet casing underneath to the company members, "You go first, I'll stay here."
"This...it's hard to explain! You just fired a gun, and there are witnesses! When the police arrive, they will definitely take you away." The company members were anxious, and the sirens were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that they had stopped downstairs.
Already.
"I can't leave him here. I can't leave him here by himself. I am his son and I want to take him home." Fu Ming sat down in front of the hospital bed and untied Fu Zhongtian's clothes.
The opening of the catheter on Fu Zhongtian's chest no longer leaked blood, and Fu Zhongtian had no more blood to bleed. Fu Ming got some water, picked up a towel, and cleaned the blood stains on Fu Zhongtian's chest, but the large pool of blood stained Fu Zhongtian's chest.
No matter how much I wipe it, it can't be wiped clean.
"Go quickly, this is an order."
The two company members nodded, saluted Fu Ming, bowed deeply to Fu Zhongtian, and ran out quickly.
"I'll take you home. I'll take you to see your mother. Don't be afraid. Mother said she doesn't blame you. I'll take you to see him." Fu Ming's voice was choked with sobs. He washed the towel in the basin and kept talking.
Wiping the blood on Fu Zhongtian's body.
"Old man. Now, I can't call you immortal. How I wish you were immortal... Coco likes me, and I like her too. We will get married. I also want you to witness my wedding... I wish you could live forever...
I want...I want to...see you for the last time..." After wiping, Fu Ming hugged his father's face and buried it deeply in his arms.
Fu Ming rummaged through the things on the table and caught a small piece of paper. Fu Ming wiped his eyes blurred by tears and looked at the note. He was familiar with the person on the note. It was Fu Zhongtian's handwriting.
.No one can imitate Fu Zhongtian’s handwriting.
"Son, no matter what happens, don't blame Alexander." Fu Ming looked at the words on the note and was stunned.