City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

Chapter 43

"call!"

……

Black Bentley, between the back seats.

Fifty-seven-year-old Huang Yonghui, vice president of the Yangcheng Chamber of Commerce, was sweating profusely and his body was shaking.

He gasped violently.

Huang Yonghui opened his eyes wide and looked at the bloody palm prints one after another through the window.

Just now.

He watched helplessly as Lu Zhiyi, covered in blood, stretched out his hand and slapped the car window over and over again.

Huang Yonghui noticed...

Lu Zhiyi's eyes were gradually bloodshot, and his movements were getting weaker and weaker. He leaned weakly in front of the car door.

……

In the last moments of life.

Lu Zhiyi wanted to get into the car.

Huang Yonghui knew why.

He is a person who is afraid of death, so the carriage is always equipped with necessary medical and first-aid equipment...

Maybe if he opens the door, Lu Zhiyi can be saved!

This thought came to mind.

But soon.

Huang Yonghui's expression showed a hint of ruthlessness, and he didn't care about the so-called upper-class social accomplishments. He spat fiercely:

"Who knows if he will kill me?"

"It's just a dog I keep!"

Huang Yonghui, cursed.

It seemed that he wanted to use this form to vent the fear in his heart.

……

A crowded intersection.

Ye Yuan looked at the Bentley car not far away. In front of the driver's door, Lu Zhiyi, covered in blood, was leaning against it.

His expression didn't change much.

He put the last bun in his hand into his mouth, and then swallowed it clean.

Pick up the straw and poke it into the cup of soy milk in your hand.

Peaceful eyes, looking at the path in front of him that only he can see

‘At 8:46:21 a.m., fragments of glass falling from the sky pierced the carotid artery of Huang Yonghui’s driver, Lu Zhiyi.…’

‘At 8:46:56 in the morning, seeing his subordinates trying to open the door to seek first aid, Huang Yonghui quickly locked the vehicle. He looked out of the car in fear and saw Lu Zhiyi who kept tapping the window.…’

‘At 8:49:37 in the morning, no pressure could control the outflow of blood. All the blood in Lu Zhiyi's body was quickly lost, his heart began to arrest, and his brain also suffered from ischemia, hypoxia and necrosis... Lu Zhiyi died. '

Ye Yuan turned and left

……

Huang Yonghui's Bentley is a customized bulletproof car and is a special vehicle.

All of this has already been accounted for in the path.

Not for long.

A black Mercedes-Benz drove out from an intersection not far away.

The motorcade stopped in front of the Bentley.

Mr. Yu, the housekeeper of Mr. Tan Pingfeng, the president of the Sheep Farm Chamber of Commerce, got out of one of the cars.

He looked down and saw Lu Zhiyi, who was no longer breathing, waved his hand behind him and said in a deep voice""

"carry him down"

……

‘Dong...dong...dong...'

Yu Lao walked to the window of the back seat, stretched out his hand, and clicked the glass calmly. inside the carriage.

When Huang Yonghui saw Yu Lao and the team, his face showed joy.

But there was still no intention to open the door.

Huang Yonghui's lips turned white, and he dialed Yu Lao's phone tremblingly.

Yu Lao, who was also in his seventies and had been following Tan Pingfeng since he was a boy, hung up the phone and nodded to Huang Yonghui behind the glass.

When turning around.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

The old housekeeper tied his hands and waited aside

……

Another ten minutes.

A motorcade came from a distance.

This convoy surrounded Huang Yonghui's Bentley from front to back.

One after another, bodyguards in black suits walked down from the motorcade in an orderly manner.

In everyone's eyes.

One by one, the bodyguards constantly scanned all the surrounding scenes for possible accidents... and then confirmed that they were correct.

The bodyguards formed a human wall and stood in front of the driver's seat.

…… inside the carriage.

Huang Yonghui took a deep breath, squatted down, and leaned back.

Then, the safety lock in the car was opened.

The driver's door was opened at the same time. The middle-aged security guard got into the car and the door was closed heavily.

"master."

The middle-aged security guard looked in the rearview mirror at Huang Yonghui, who was sitting up carefully, and shouted

"Um."

Huang Yonghui straightened his wrinkled clothes and nodded.

……

Yangcheng, Police Detective Bureau, a gray six-story building.

In the surveillance room.

Cheng Xiaoxian and others from the National Security Bureau, as well as more than a dozen criminal investigation experts, looked at the projection relayed by the intersection surveillance with strange expressions.

A convoy of more than a dozen cars followed, crowding the Bentley in the middle.

Later.

It was a Mercedes-Benz team sent by Tan Pingfeng, president of the Sheep Farm Chamber of Commerce.

Even with such a huge team consisting of dozens of vehicles, it still seemed to be waiting for something.

…… in the screen.

The detective bureau's vehicles and the incoming ambulance were all blocked from the convoy. at this time.

On the horizon, there was the sound of propellers, and then, a helicopter began to slowly lower its height.

The huge convoy began to start its engines.

Above the convoy, a helicopter piloted the vehicle, observing every possible intersection where an accident might occur.

……

At the long meeting table, no one spoke.

Cheng Xiao first stretched out his hand and twirled a strand of slightly curly hair in front of his forehead out of habit, with thoughts in his eyes.

"Summarize all current quantifications"

"Is it possible for our headquarters to kill the gentleman hiding in the car through an 'accidental event'?"

After a long while

, Cheng Xiaoxian put down the ends of his hair, raised his head, looked at Xie Jiawen, and asked solemnly

"Very difficult."

Xie Jiawen frowned, then shook her head.

"The data to be calculated, the information to be summarized, the variables to be excluded, and the quantification are almost astronomical.…"

"Perhaps, if we are well prepared and use our supercomputing resources, we may be able to do it."

Xie Jiawen said with some hesitation.

The supercomputing resource she mentioned is the supercomputer used by the government to supervise the entire Zhao country's inner world, just like Skynet in movies and TV series. A supercomputer of this scale will not survive in the jungle of the jungle. In the shadow world, there are only a few

"I see."

Cheng Xiaoxian nodded.

The words fell.

Silence returned to the monitoring room again.

A pair of eyes only stared at the scene on the screen.

……

Yangcheng, Hengke Real Estate Group.

Wang Changjiang also looked at the video taken by his men.

Air helicopter pilot.

On the ground, dozens of cars crowded around the Bentley in the center.

"This battle..."

Wang Changjiang said.