While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 247
After the lawyer left, Ma Fei returned to the detention room, sat down with his back to the door of the detention room, and looked at his open palm hesitantly.

In his palm, a white pill lay quietly, which looked very inconspicuous under the already dim light of the detention room.

Ma Fei thought for a long time, and a sentence said by the lawyer kept echoing in his mind, but he still couldn't find the reason why he was worthy of the Liu brothers' rescue.

On the other hand, it seemed that the best choice for the Liu brothers was to shut themselves up permanently.

But, what if I can really be saved...

Ma Fei, who was in a near-desperate situation, had thoughts in his mind that he didn't quite believe, and he looked at the pills with more hesitation.

Finally, after struggling in his heart for a long time, Ma Fei broke the pill into four pieces, gently twisted the smallest one and put it in his mouth, quietly feeling the changes in his body, hoping that he could enter the coma state promised by the lawyer.

At the same time, in the luxury room of the casino hotel, a white-haired old man in a decent suit walked out of the bedroom, looked at the anxious Uncle Zhong with an ugly expression, and said, "Master Wei is better now, but His physical condition is not stable, and he needs to go to the shell country for treatment as soon as possible."

Uncle Zhong seemed to have great respect for the old man. He suppressed his inner anxiety and lowered his attitude and asked: "Dr. Hannuo, didn't you say that a good mood is helpful for the condition? Why did it suddenly worsen this time?"

"I don't deny that a positive state of mind is indeed beneficial to treatment, and you have done a good job of this." Dr. Hanno nodded, and then said very seriously: "But you don't think that this can cure the disease, do you?"

"If a good mental state can really cure diseases, what kind of doctors are we? We should all learn how to tell jokes!"

Uncle Zhong had a helpless expression on his face: "Doctor Hannuo, what about now?"

Dr. Hannuo said without doubt: "As the person in charge of the personal medical team, my opinion is to leave for the Shell Country immediately. There are advanced and complete medical equipment there, which can minimize the deterioration of the condition."

"Understood." Uncle Zhong nodded without hesitation and walked into the bedroom.

I saw the mixed-race man leaning on the bed with a pale complexion, lowering his head and writing something on the bed table, and when he heard the door opening and closing, he seemed to have guessed who was coming, and said with a weak smile: "Uncle Zhong, what do you want again?" Did you go to the hospital?"

With [-]% concern and distress in his eyes, Uncle Zhong walked slowly to the bedside and said softly, "Yes, Doctor Hannuo said it's best to leave now."

The mixed-race man nodded, and his subordinates kept asking, "How long has it been since the last time you got sick?"

Uncle Zhong sighed inwardly, and said softly, "Nineteen days, thirteen hours, 49 minutes and eight seconds."

The mixed-race man shook his head and smiled: "Ten years ago, it was a crime every six months. It seems that I don't have much time, right?"

Uncle Zhong felt a pain in his heart, but he said with relief without any negative emotion on his face: "What did Master Wei say? Medicine is developing very fast. Maybe new medical technology will come in handy in a few days."

"Uncle Zhong, you invest so much money in the special research of the medical institution every year, and the results are..." The mixed-race man did not say anything more, but wrote the last stroke on the paper and handed it to Uncle Zhong, changing his words: "Arrange People handed this over to... You see, I didn't even ask his real name, I only know that the fake name he uses is Song Ge."

"Give this to Song Ge, and say this is my answer. By the way, prepare a gift for me. If I lose, I will give it to him."

"Of course, if I win, bring me the gift he gave me."

After saying this, the mixed-race man seemed a little tired from talking too much. After a short rest, he continued: "Let's arrange the route. Since the next stop is Shell Country, maybe I have a chance to see those ancient buildings."

Uncle Zhong gently helped the mixed-race man to lie down, took the letter he wrote and exited the door.

And in the casino downstairs, Song He stood in front of a gambling table, holding two dice pushed in front of him by the croupier, feeling the touch from the surface of the dice carefully, shaking his hands and throwing them in. Gaming table.

At the same gaming table, more than a dozen gamblers gathered around the throwing area, looking excitedly or nervously at the dice rolling on the gaming table, looking forward to getting the numbers they wanted.

Finally, the two dice came to rest, and the numbers were fixed at one, two, and five.

"Seven o'clock, sir, do you want to continue?" The croupier asked with a smile.

Song He shook his head, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Leave it to the next one, it's enough."

The croupier nodded slightly, looked at a gambler beside Song He, and asked, "Madam, are you going to play?"

Before the gambler could reply, Song He had already left the gaming table with his chips.

Back in the guest room, Song He turned on the system and briefly exchanged Ma Fei's position. Seeing that the other party was still in the detention room of the Immigration Department, he felt relieved and wondered at the same time: Haven't the Liu brothers taken any action yet?If you don't act, tomorrow will be too late.

However, Song He didn't know that not long after he turned off the murder-hunting system, Ma Fei was sent to the hospital because of a sudden coma, and the Liu family brothers, who had been paying attention to the movement of the Immigration Agency, also sent their men to the hospital to cut him off. This rope could trip them up.

Twenty minutes later, several Asian men in ordinary clothes walked into the gate of the hospital and went straight to the emergency department.

According to the information sent by the follower, they quickly found the ward where Ma Fei was located, but they did not rush to act.

After all, the two police officers in charge of guarding the ward carried guns, and the success rate of rash actions was not high.

Soon, several men discussed the countermeasures, three of them stayed near the ward, and the rest went around the window outside the ward, quietly waiting for the action signal.

After a while, there was a noise outside the ward, and the three men wrestled together and gradually approached the ward.

The two police officers who were in charge of guarding were immediately attracted attention, staring intently at the three people who were getting closer, holding the guns at their waists and shouting loudly: "Stop! Stop!"

The few people outside the window heard the movement, and quickly stood up and prepared to turn into the ward, but at this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded: "If I hadn't been cautious, you would have succeeded!"

The low and hoarse pronunciation of Le language startled several men, but when they looked back, they found a serious man who covered his face standing not far away, holding a cane in his gloved hand.

This person was Song He, of course, he rushed forward without hesitation, and hit a man on the head with his staff.

Boom!
After a muffled sound, the man who was hit fell to the ground in an instant, and just passed out in a coma!
The rest of the people were startled, and they pulled out their daggers and rushed towards Song He.

Song He quickly took two steps back, dodged a man's dagger, hooked his foot, and immediately knocked the man down.

Immediately afterwards, he struck another man's knife-holding wrist with a stick, and before the other man could cry out in pain, he flew up and kicked the man's chest, kicking the other man far away.

At this time, the last man rushed in front of Song He. He was struck on the forehead with a cane like thunder in shock, and he passed out on the ground with a snort!

(End of this chapter)