Silent Reading Chapter 20: Yu Lian XIX

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Fei Du descended from the sky, Luo Wenzhou was as shocked as the gangsters, but the situation was critical. The Luo team did not suffer from nonsense and made a decisive decision. First, Wu Xuechun got into the car and jumped into the co-driver. Before he could sit firmly, the car got on four. The doors and windows with the wide open doors were automatically closed slowly, and he screamed out.

Luo Wenzhou was almost slapped on the back of the seat: "How do I feel that your mood is not stable...Hey!"

Even though Fei Du didn't go to see him, the smell of blood still kept coming from people's sight.

The acceleration of the trot has made people dizzy, and a moving blood bag next to it makes people dizzy and add dizziness. The two compartments are superimposed. After the handsome drift, Mr. Fei directly ran into the telephone pole unhandsomely. .

Luo Wenzhou's throat changed, Fei Du had blue veins on his forehead, and opened the steering wheel dangerously and dangerously.

I'm afraid that the telegraph pole of the rest of my life hadn't been loosened in one breath, I saw the whole body of the car hit again and again-Mr. Fei accidentally rushed into the road.

Luo Wenzhou buckled the seat belt as quickly as possible, feeling that he had just left Longtan and entered the tiger's den again-he didn't die of the gangster hacking and killing, I am afraid that he would die of Fei Du, the road suicideman.

Luo Wenzhou yelled at him: "Your car is driving too twists and turns!"

Fei Du didn't even dare to get out of the air, he could smell it as soon as he got out: "Who let you sit in front, I'm about to vomit!"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

What's wrong with being able to nauseate against such a handsome young man?

Fei Du broke out in cold sweat layer by layer. It was almost impossible to see the way. The graceful demeanor finally could not be maintained anymore. His life let Luo Wenzhou force a swear word: "I'm **** dizzy, you cover it for me. Cover!"

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback--he always thought Fei Du was joking for "fainting blood" because he clearly remembered that he didn't have this problem when he was a child.

At this moment, Wu Xuechun had obediently handed the jacket Fei Du had thrown there from the back seat. Luo Wenzhou shook the clothes and put them on her body: "Tsk, I'm still getting motion sickness, you... fuck, Are these people crazy?"

Luo Wenzhou wanted to ask him "Why did you come here", but he glanced at the rearview mirror and found that the motorcycles were actually catching up!

Although it is not broad daylight at this time, but it is also on the streets of a society under the rule of law. This is simply blatant.

The Yellow team did not expect that a large group of people could not stop a Luo Wenzhou in their nest, but they did not turn their heads back when they opened their bows. This is the end of the matter, and they can only do nothing and do nothing.

An ordinary person who is consciously "ordinary", from "wisely compromising with reality" to "desperado", probably really only takes three steps.

It stands to reason that top sports cars should not be chased by a group of motorcycles, but the actual road conditions have always been like this, especially the Huashi West District, which is like the urban-rural fringe. The road conditions are complicated and the road is "long and long". In some places, the rockets can't run. An old scooter "for grandchildren".

Fei Du is not familiar with this place, it is too late to open the navigation, and it is dark, he can only rely on his feelings-there is a pollution source next to him, which makes his feelings more of a failure.

This road is really dangerous.

Fei Du’s hands and feet were cold, and even his heart rate began to malfunction. His stomach seemed to be rebelling. He turned up eagerly, his hands holding the steering wheel turned white, gritted his teeth and said: "Tell me you didn't come by yourself."

Luo Wenzhou didn’t know if it was due to excessive blood loss or something. He was already a bit motion sick. In order not to stimulate the unstable driver, he did not hesitate to say: “I didn’t come by myself. I have foreign aid... You repair this car. Don't we need to reimburse the expenses?"

While speaking, Wu Xuechun screamed. It turned out that a motorcycle had caught up and slammed an iron rod against Fei Du's car window.

The window of the car lingered, but a cobweb broke out on the spot.

Luo Wenzhou saw that he was going to suffer: "You are a flashy broken car. It's better to buy a bulletproof car with the money."

Fei Du squinted at the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel, and squeezed the rider who wielded the iron rod to the side of the road with great skill. The motorcycle couldn't respond, and the front wheel twisted onto the curb. He desperately After struggling for a few times to try to maintain balance, he overturned the car with others.

Fei Du pinched his nose and opened his mouth: "I'm not the president, who's bulletproof?"

One of the two of them must have become a crow. When Fei Du’s words fell off, he heard a "click" from the rear window, and Luo Wenzhou's hair stood up, and he was the first to react: "These grandsons actually fired a gun. , Girl get down!"

Wu Xuechun hugged her head and curled up without saying a word. At the same time, another motorcycle rushed to the side, raising her hand to reveal the black hole of the muzzle, no matter how many times it came to hit.

Fortunately, there are not so many decathlon bad guys in the world. This person’s marksmanship is like a joke, basically hitting blindly-but if you hit too much, there will always be one or two shots that can be blinded, one bullet. Entering through a broken window from the co-pilot side, Luo Wenzhou suddenly blocked Fei Du on one side, and at the same time he pushed the man down, and the bullet hit his shoulder and crashed onto the front windshield.

Fei Du had no thoughts about this moment of shock. He was almost dead by his **** brain. He had no time or time to think. He freed a hand from his busy schedule and grabbed the car intolerably. Perfume, I didn't even look at it, according to Luo Wenzhou, it was a violent spray.

Luo Wenzhou provoked a fragrant body for no reason, and he almost forced the spirit to kneel down for the fearless thing of Mr. Fei.

Fei Du spotted a small road with no one, put on the gas again, and swiped the steering wheel to make a bend on the far right side, leaving no room for the shooting motorcycle to catch up.

After that, he slammed the car as soon as he succeeded in turning--at the end of the trail, three or four motorcycles were waiting for him there like a squat.

The roar came from behind, and they were flanked back and forth, blocking the path.

Fei Du glanced around blankly, his face was a bit horribly cold, he buckled the shift paddle behind the steering wheel, and the engine kept roaring violently. The car looked like an irritated behemoth. The scarred ground is entrenched in place, ready to violent fatal at any time.

Fei Du said softly: "If I crush them one by one, will it be considered too defensive?"

The noise of the motor vehicle was too loud. Luo Wenzhou only saw his bloodless lips move. He couldn't understand a word, but he inexplicably understood Fei Du's expression. He jumped heavily in his heart, subconsciously. Grabbing Fei Du's hand on the baffle.

The hand was very cold, hard, with cold strength, like some kind of dull metal.

At this moment, the siren sounded for the second time, and red and blue flashing lights illuminated most of the sky.

Foreign aid has finally arrived.

Luo Wenzhou used the energy to suckle and broke Fei Du's hand on the shift paddle. The sound of the engine slowly subsided, and there was no sound in the riddled sports car.

The foreign aid was very reliable. After arriving, they took control of the scene as soon as they arrived. They surrendered a few Speedy Party weapons cleanly and thoughtfully, and the ambulance was behind them.

Lang Qiao ran over first, slapped on the door, and said breathlessly: "Boss, are you all right? You scared me to death!"

Luo Wenzhou smiled at her. Before he could speak, Fei Du staggered out of the car, walked to the side of the road without saying a word, and vomited.

Luo Wenzhou was explaining the follow-up matters to Lang Qiao. He was interrupted by the land bureau who came personally and was stuffed into the ambulance. He realized that the old man made a big fuss because this little injury was not a problem at all, and he was taken to the ambulance. The car was still reluctantly holding the car door and commanded: "Chen Zhen may be alive. I don't think they have a reason to kill him immediately. Go to Hongfu Daguan and search for it. Also, you have to go to the branch immediately to mention Ma Xiaowei. It must be in Wang Hongliang. Get him out before getting the news, shit, they might have got the news now... Okay, doctor, let me say one last point..."

In comparison, his "patients" are much more honest-even though Mr. Fei didn't even shave a single vellus hair, afterwards he vomited to death for some reason, and he became dehydrated and collapsed.

The night is as long as a century. For some people, every second is stretched infinitely.

The Huashi District Bureau was silent. Xiao Haiyang, who was on duty, gripped his cell phone tightly. The partner died of sleep. He carefully avoided the sight of the crowd and went to the place where Ma Xiaowei was detained.

There is a text message on the phone: "We have been arrested, immediately notify the Wang Bureau to deal with Ma Xiaowei, a hundred thousand rush!"

Ma Xiaowei was already curled up and fell asleep. He didn't know what nightmare he was doing. He occasionally twitched. That childish face was already thin and out of shape, like a monkey.

Xiao Haiyang stepped in, looked back cautiously, reached out and grabbed Ma Xiaowei's shoulder.

Ma Xiaowei woke up in the middle of the night, startled, opened his mouth just about to scream, but Xiao Haiyang covered his mouth with one hand, and the boy opened his eyes in horror——

Luo Wenzhou had treated a wound in the hospital. He felt that his body was much better, and he could bring down another hooligan from the football team. So he wandered to see Fei Du, and saw that there was a drip on his hand, and he was dying leaning against the closed eyes and rested, and he didn't know who was the victim of the knife.

Luo Wenzhou walked over and kicked Fei Du's foot gently: "Others fainted and fell directly, why are you fainted like you are pregnant."

Fei Du didn't open his eyes, but just groaned: "Stay away from me."

"It's all cleaned up," Luo Wenzhou sat down beside him, "Finally, I bought you a meal, and I vomited."

Fei Du said blankly: "I don't think there is anything to be a pity."

Luo Wenzhou thought about the broken canteen of his unit. He thought that was reasonable, and he asked, "How did you find it?"

This time, Fei Du pretended not to say anything.

Luo Wenzhou kicked him again: "You won't follow me all the way? Why are you following me?"

For such low-level aggressive generals, Fei Du generally gave him a noble and cold look, "You little silly x and unreasonable making trouble", and then floated away, but he was really uncomfortable at this time, and his stomach turned over and over. Several times, the pain was so painful that the tip of the nose seemed to still be lingering with the lingering **** smell. When I opened my eyes, I fainted. There was a "menopausal" **** beside him who refused to give him peace, so he was so angry that he blurted out. Sneered.

Luo Wenzhou: "Then what are you doing over there?"

Fei Du leaned on the snow-white pillows in the hospital, frowned deeply, mobilized all his self-cultivation in his life, and resisted not swearing: "I went to see where He Zhongyi usually lives."

He Zhongyi lives not far from Hongfu Daguan Back Street, and there are indeed similarities between the two roads. Luo Wenzhou waited for a long time without waiting for his post. He glanced at Fei Du, and suddenly his heart flashed: "Then you won't get lost, will you?"

Fei Du listened and turned his head to the side without saying a word, pretending that a fart floated past his ear.

Luo Wenzhou looked at this slight irritation in surprise, feeling that Fei Du revealed a trace of popularity, and for the first time he seemed a little amiable because of the truth.

Luo Wenzhou hurriedly reduced his humble spirit, taking advantage of this hot "popularity" and asked: "Did you go to see the place where He Zhongyi lived before his death because of that old aunt?"

Fei Du paused for a moment, and then whispered: "The place is broken and remote, with many fish and dragons. There is a public toilet nearby. When it is cloudy, the whole street is stinky. The environment is much worse than other local rental houses. The people who live there are all looking for cheap, some are dragging their families, some are old, some are young, and there are patients at home-they are suffering outside, and they keep money for the family. There are also some gamblers and addictions. Gentleman, I was so poor that I had no choice but to live there."

"He Zhongyi doesn't take drugs. According to his friends, he has never participated in gambling. He usually saves money." Luo Wenzhou rubbed his chin. "He keeps accounts every day, and his books are very detailed, and all his income is in front of him. It's a minus sign..."

"It is saving money to pay off debts." Fei Du opened his eyes, "and this mysterious creditor may have said, ‘I give you money, you can’t mention me to others’."

Luo Wenzhou frowned. As they dug into He Zhongyi's living conditions, they felt that he could not have any connection with the drug trafficking network. The matter was not clear, but it became more confusing and confusing.

He pinched his eyebrows: "Forget it, anyway, the mouse has been caught. If there is any connection, let's examine it at that time."

Fei Du gave a vague "um" and closed his eyes again, not wanting to ignore him.

The two were relatively speechless for a moment, and Luo Wenzhou suddenly rubbed his nose, and in the "friendly" atmosphere of the shared sufferings, he asked: "There is something I have never thought about-the case in your family back then. It was me, Tao Ran, the forensic doctor-and the old forensic doctor and the old criminal police who were later specially recruited to prevent us from making mistakes in judgment... The result of a group of people's judgment, why can't you get through with me alone?"

Fei Du snorted.

"It's okay, you tell the truth," Luo Wenzhou said politely to him, "I'm not angry."

When Fei Du heard this, he was really not polite, and said: "Because you feel that other people are blind, you have a pair of roentgen ray eyes, and it is annoying to be stupid to see everything by yourself." /

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

It still sounds angry.

At this moment, Luo Wenzhou's cell phone shook, he looked down, his face suddenly became weird, and the aura in his heart suddenly disappeared.

He held back for a long time before he said weakly: "That...then what..."

Fei Du glanced at him inexplicably.

"My colleague said that your car...the damage is serious, and it may not be possible to repair it in China."

Fei Du: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Luo Wenzhou took a deep breath, gave up his face, and spit out the following words in one breath: "They said that the repair cost is too high, and it's almost the same as buying a new one. We have spent several years in the fund for the righteousness and the reward. Not enough-how about we give you a pennant?"

Fei Du: "..."

Luo Wenzhou regretted it after he finished speaking, and wanted to lift the colleague who texted him upside down to control the water in his head-which organ was used to come up with a bad idea!

Fei Du suddenly laughed after a moment of stunner---neither fake nor fake, it's a real laugh that can't help but laugh.

Luo Wenzhou was embarrassed and could not laugh or cry.

But before he finished "mixing feelings", the phone rang again, this time it was Lang Joe.

Lang Qiao's tone was very serious: "Team Luo, we found Chen Zhen, and the man is dead."

Luo Wenzhou's relaxed expression sank suddenly, and he sat up straight: "What?"

"Also, a suspect sent a text message before he was arrested to let people deal with Ma Xiaowei. Our people rushed over quickly, I don’t know if it’s too late."

Lang Qiao gave him the two worst news in a few words. Just after he hung up, another call came in immediately—it was Tao Ran, who had rarely asked for leave.

Luo Wenzhou absently said: "Tao Ran, I have something to deal with, you will wait a moment..."

"Team Luo, the lawyer from Zhang Donglai just now contacted me," Tao Ran said quickly, "that he found a suspicious tie in Zhang Donglai's car."