The strongest Fuka

Chapter 104 This matter is endless!
He Li, Hu Quan and others who were not shot, turned around and wanted to escape after recovering.

"Stand there for me!" Mr. Shen stared suddenly with a pair of tiger eyes.

When He Li, Hu Quan and others heard this, they hurriedly stopped and did not dare to take a step forward. Their eyes stared at the shotgun in Mr. Shen's hand in horror.

"Can you still stand up?" Mr. Shen looked at the group of young forest rangers.

"can!"

"Go down the mountain and call someone!" Old Man Shen said in a deep voice, his words were solemn and intimidating.

"Okay!" Hearing the old man's words, the young forest guard at the head gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body, and then supported the tree stump at the side, stood up bravely from the ground, and finally ran away Run down the mountain.

"Pa—" Old Master Shen withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, put the gun on the ground with his left hand, and sat on the stone beside him.

Zhao Hai saw that the old man asked people to go down the mountain to find someone, his face changed slightly, he swallowed and shouted: "Old man, I am convinced! I will leave the wood for you, can we muddle along?"

"The guns have been fired, who do you think will be able to leave?" Mr. Zhong Shen raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, I won't report the crime." Zhao Hai replied immediately.

"Don't report the crime? You have to be brave to be a man, and you have to be brave to be a thief. You don't want to steal wood, but if you don't dare to admit it after stealing, that's a crime. Now that the gun is fired, let's talk about the gun." It's a business, you ran away, and the forest farm will wipe your ass?" Mr. Shen said very clearly while sitting on the bluestone.

"Are you really going against me?" Zhao Hai lowered his voice and asked through gritted teeth.

Mr. Shen narrowed his eyes and looked at him without saying a word.

"Damn it, I'll kill you today!" Zhao Hai suddenly roared, rushed over, picked up the sand spray on the ground and pointed it at the old man.

"Kang-"

There was a gunshot, but two flames erupted from the barrel.

One belongs to Zhao Hai, and the other belongs to the old man.

Everyone's eyes widened in an instant, their faces full of horror.

"Old Uncle Shen——" The night was so dark that the rangers couldn't see clearly who was injured, so they shouted quickly.

However, on the opposite side, Mr. Shen raised his hand to stop their actions. He just pointed the gun at Zhao Hai opposite him and said in a loud voice, "Are you still okay?"

Zhao Hai stood there without saying a word.

But in this night, there was a ticking sound.

Old Man Shen stared at him with disdain, and retracted them lightly, his palms no longer trembling. He squinted his eyes and sat on the bluestone, slowly took out his mobile phone, and struggled to pull the screen of the mobile phone, as if he was looking for something.

Time seemed to pass very long, but also seemed very short. The old man's finger stayed on the screen.

"This man is old, and his eyes are not working well..." Mr. Shen laughed at himself with chapped lips, "What is Xiaojun's cell phone number? Why can't I find it?"

Maybe I really can't find it, or maybe I just don't want to look for it in my mind.

The old man swiped the screen of his mobile phone with great effort, like a sculpture, lowered his head and sat on the bluestone, motionless.

But at this moment, Zhao Hai and the others still didn't dare to move. When they met such a fierce old man, they could only accept their fate.

"Ula—"

The sound of the police car was getting closer and closer. After Zhao Hai heard it, his face was extremely ugly, but he didn't want to run away, he just held his waist and abdomen, his face was extremely pale from the pain, and he stood there without saying a word, thinking about what to do. Write yourself out.

Ten minutes later, two police officers got out of the car.

"What's going on, why did you still shoot?" The police leading the team approached and glanced at the scene, and then he was slightly taken aback when he saw the scene on the ground, "Running the mountain?"

The crowd remained silent.

"Isn't that old Uncle Shen?" The old man sitting on the bluestone was finally recognized by others.

"Old Uncle Shen—" the policeman leading the team shouted politely, and then walked over.

At this moment, the screen of the mobile phone held by Mr. Shen was still on.

I saw him sitting on the cold bluestone, with his head bowed, neither talking nor moving, holding a mobile phone in his right hand and a spear in his left hand. The whole person seemed to grow on the stone, very stiff and stiff!
"Old Uncle Shen—" the policeman walked to the old man's side, saw that he ignored him, and yelled again.

As he spoke, the flashlight in his hand shone on the bluestone, and he immediately saw a large pool of blood beside the old man, which had already dyed the mottled and cold stone red.

"Gudong-"

The man's face changed slightly, he swallowed, and in surprise, he stretched out his hand in front of the old man's nose, and then touched the aorta on his neck.

"What's the matter?" The companion stepped forward and asked, and the others also noticed the situation here, and their pupils constricted.

"I'm out of breath." The policeman took a step back and replied with a pale face.

At this moment, there was no noise in the entire forest farm, and the biting cold wind howled down.

Under the cold moonlight, the steel gun was inserted straight into the soil, standing on the side of the bluestone.

There, an old man sits withered, leaning against the entire green hill, and facing the great river of the motherland!
In the first half of his life, he fought on the battlefield and served the country; in the second half of his life, he stayed in the mountains and forests, working hard.

He is a person who has been accustomed to being warm-hearted all his life, but he has nothing to ask for. He only hopes that everyone around him will get better. However, he never thought that the small shabby building he has lived in for so long, maybe in the end Every now and then, he wanted to say something to his son who was far away, but the reality... was cruel after all.

Father, let's go!

At this moment, somewhere in Guangdong Province.

"flap--"

Shen Xiaojun suddenly woke up from the nightmare, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He looked at the small rental house with surprise. More than a dozen people were crowded here. The room was pitch dark, as if he couldn't see the dawn.

……

Early the next morning.

Tang Bao sat motionless in the restaurant.

"Tang Bao, would you like to eat something?" Sasha asked worriedly from the side.

Tang Bao shook his head slightly, "I'm not hungry, you can eat."

He already knew about Mr. Shen, but right now, he didn't rush over there in a hurry.

Just as Shasha was about to persuade him, Lao He walked in from the door in a hurry. Tang Bao stood up and asked, "What do you say?"

He asked Lao He to investigate what happened last night. As for Huang Jinlong, he left Shuishang County yesterday because the association had a mission.

Lao He was silent for a while, "At the forest farm last night, the old man fired a gun with someone..."

"There's another hidden story, right?" Tang Bao said suddenly.

Speaking of this, Lao He looked at Tang Bao worriedly, "You should not participate in this matter."

"Why?" Shasha said angrily first.

Grandpa Shen's death was nothing less than a blow to her.

Tang Bao didn't speak, but looked around calmly.

Old He sighed, "The other party has a big background, even if it is me, I can't break it."

This sentence also supports Tang Bao's guess that there must be something fishy about the old man's death!
"15 people were arrested last night, but in the end Zhao Hai and his younger brother were rescued by Sheng Minghui." Lao He hesitated and said.

"The two of them are the real murderers." Tang Bao said calmly.

But just like that, Lao He was even more worried.

"What about the law? What about the police? Can they let people do whatever they want?" Shasha said angrily.

Lao He didn't speak, but looked at Tang Bao worriedly.

"Sheng Minghui has a big backstage?" Tang Bao looked calmly.

Lao He was silent for a moment and said, "Although I am a martial artist, I am more of a businessman. After all, my influence is not that great. I heard... this morning the leader of the bureau came forward directly to settle the case. I'm afraid this is the end of it."

Tang Bao silently grabbed the coat on the back of the chair, his whole body as cold as an ice knife capable of killing people.

It wasn't until he came to Lao He that he raised his head slightly.

"This matter is not over!"

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