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Chapter 315 1 gunshot
The air is still for three seconds.
Immediately afterwards, the thugs on both sides reacted, and one of them pulled out a gun and pointed it at Chen Zhuo.
After hearing the sound of the bullet being loaded, Chen Zhuo stopped what he was doing.
"Let her go." He turned and stood in front of Fan Xiaolin, saying to the man with the gun drawn, "Your leader hasn't given the order, so shooting won't do you any good. Let's discuss it. Let my girlfriend go, and I'll go back with you. I can tell you everything I know."
Fan Xiaolin knew that Chen Zhuo was deceiving them. He was recognized as a man of integrity and would not betray his friends. He would only die with these people.
"Chen Zhuo, I can't possibly leave you alone." Fan Xiaolin said to the men in suits, "Brother, we're all just workers, why would we risk our lives so much? If you let us go, we can give you some benefits. Harmony brings wealth, okay?"
The men in suits looked at each other, then looked at Wenjie lying quietly on the ground, and hesitated.
"Go check it out first." The gunman ordered his younger brother, "See how Brother Wen is doing."
The younger brother walked over quickly.
Seeing the gun on his waist, Chen Zhuo and Fan Xiaolin looked at each other.
Fan Xiaolin secretly took advantage of Wenjie's body to take off the tape on her hands.
The two of them had a tacit understanding: as long as the younger brother got close, Fan Xiaolin could strangle his neck with tape, Chen Zhuo would snatch his gun, hold Wenjie hostage, and the two of them would be able to escape smoothly.
The younger brother approached Wenjie and touched him with his toes, "Brother?"
Wenjie's face was covered in blood and he showed no reaction.
Seeing that something was wrong, the younger brother walked a little closer, bent down and squatted, "Wen..."
In an instant, Fan Xiaolin pulled open the tape on his wrists and strangled the younger brother's neck tightly. Chen Zhuo rolled out like lightning, passed by his side, and pulled out the gun from the younger brother's waist.
boom! ! ! !
The moment Chen Zhuo stood up, a gunshot rang out, resounding through the sky.
"Chen Zhuo!!!"
Fan Xiaolin cried out in pain.
She watched helplessly as blood flowed from Chen Zhuo's chest...
Chen Zhuo seemed to be unable to react. He stared at Fan Xiaolin blankly for a few seconds. Just as he was about to walk over, his head suddenly tilted and he fell to the ground.
No matter how fast a person is, he can't be faster than a gun. The moment he stood up, the man with the gun pulled the trigger in panic.
"Chen Zhuo! Chen Zhuo, wake up!" Fan Xiaolin hurriedly took off her scarf and pressed it on Chen Zhuo's wound. "Don't sleep! I'll call 120 for you! Don't sleep!!"
As he spoke, his voice was choked with sobs.
A red and blue light illuminated the dark sky above.
When they saw the police car, the men in suits were like mice seeing a cat, and they dared not move at all.
Several police cars drove into the abandoned road and stopped steadily in front of the people.
The police officer in uniform got out of the car and shouted, "Get down, get down! Everyone, get down with your heads in your hands!! Who is Fan Xiaolin?!"
The leading police officer asked loudly.
"It's me!" Fan Xiaolin immediately looked up. "Officer, I'm Fan Xiaolin. My boyfriend was beaten up! Please call an ambulance! Please!"
She had never shown fear in the face of violence and death, but now, looking at Chen Zhuo, whose face was pale and eyes were closed, she couldn't help but shed tears.
this side.
Wanqing Villa.
"Okay, thank you, Director Liu," Song Ailing thanked him repeatedly. "I'm glad he's okay. We'll keep in touch about follow-up matters. Okay, thank you for your hard work. I'll contact you later."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhixia saw that Song Ailing looked serious and asked quickly, "Mr. Song, how is it?"
"As you said, we checked the entire video footage and found your friend at the intersection of Jin and Jing." Song Ailing sighed, "The reporter is fine, but her boyfriend was shot and is being rushed to the hospital."
Wen Zhixia's mind exploded.
Chen Zhuo?!
He was shot???
"What kind of gun? Where did it hit?"
As a surgeon, her first reaction was to confirm where the injury was and determine the specific situation.
Song Ailing said, "Don't worry, don't show up now. The situation may be a little more complicated than you think. You can rest here tonight. I have arranged for the police to be in the hospital. They will not be in danger anymore."
Just now, when Fan Xiaolin and Chen Zhuo were in a stalemate with the gang, Wen Zhixia and Song Ailing split into two groups:
Song Ailing contacted the traffic police brigade to find the surveillance footage, and Wen Zhixia called Yang Xin's parents to confirm the situation.
It turned out that they had been targeted when they went to Yang Xin's home in Xindu that night.
A moment ago, Yang's father told her on the phone that after she left that night, people from the New Coal Group came the next morning. After entering the house, they smashed everything in the house and threatened the two elders, saying that if they dared to deal with the media again, they would set fire to their house!
The three people finally reached a consensus that the neighbor living near the Yang family accepted benefits from the new coal and reported it to the authorities. The two elders of the Yang family did not dare to live there any longer, so they packed up their things in the afternoon and are now on the bus back home.
The old couple did not blame anyone, but just hoped that the activities of the New Coal Group could be made public as soon as possible so that their son could rest in peace.
"Thank you, Mr. Song," Wen Zhixia nodded. "You should go back and rest. My friend is in trouble and I can't sleep well either. I'll just stay on the sofa for one night."
Song Ailing suddenly felt a little sorry for her.
She almost got into trouble herself, but she never mentioned the danger at that time. After arriving, she had been trying her best to find a way to solve the problem. She was obviously very anxious, but she always controlled herself and did not vent it. The more dangerous the situation was, the calmer she was.
She really can handle things.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Although Song Ailing felt emotional, her face was still cold. "There is a room specially for you here. Come with me."
Just when Song Ailing took Wen Zhixia to the bedroom to rest, Zhao Zhengrong, who had just arrived at Jincheng International Airport, received a call from Secretary Wang of the Discipline Inspection Commission.
"Zhengrong, where are you?"
Secretary Wang's voice was cautious.
As soon as Zhao Zhengrong heard the voice, he felt something was wrong.
"I'm at the airport, Secretary Wang, what's wrong?"
"Go to the exit and don't look back. Someone is watching you."
Zhao Zhengrong felt numb all over.
Just as he was about to turn around, he caught a glimpse of two uniformed staff members walking towards him quickening their pace.
He pretended to be calm, but secretly turned around and headed towards the exit.
The moment he turned around, the staff member's pace immediately quickened.
Zhao Zhengrong's legs went weak. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he picked up the suitcase and ran towards the exit!
"Open the car door! Open the car door!"
He shouted to the driver from a distance, then pushed through the crowd, ran to his car, opened the passenger door and got in.
“Hurry!!! Drive!!!”
The black Audi sped away and disappeared from everyone's astonished sight in the blink of an eye.