City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

Smooth ride body.

Comfortable and slightly warmer.

Huang Yonghui, vice president of the Yangcheng Chamber of Commerce, seemed to have completely come out of the fear just now.

At this time.

His breathing was still a little short, and his skin began to feel hot...

This was a rebound after extreme stress and depression!

Perhaps due to the rise in adrenaline, Huang Yonghui only felt slightly excited. He grinned, his face twisted and ferocious.

…… vent!

Now, Huang Yonghui just wants to vent!

I took out a bottle of expensive red wine from the wine cabinet in the carriage...

I didn't care about the steps of sobering up the wine, I just shook it vigorously, and then roughly unscrewed the cork!

Thick, sweet wine-red liquid sprays out!

The wine-red liquid contrasted with Huang Yonghui's red cheeks, highlighting his uncomfortable mood...

He didn't care that the wine wetted the expensive carpets and luxurious interiors under his feet... he lowered his head.

Looking at the white shirt soaked in red wine...

Huang Yonghui chuckled.

Although he was in danger this time, the resources mobilized in an emergency made him feel the power that his own power could bring!

The middle finger and ring finger of Huang Yonghui's left hand clasped the neck of the red wine and held it there; with his right hand he took out the red wine glass from the wine cabinet... and filled it up with red wine regardless.

Huang Yonghui turned on the stereo artfully.

Beethoven's"War Symphony" poured into the carriage, becoming more and more powerful, making Huang Yonghui feel like a general returning in triumph.…

……

The song ends.

The red wine in the glass was also drank completely.

Fifty-seven-year-old Huang Yonghui, with delicate and fair skin, has a hint of drunken red on his cheeks. at this time.

At some point, the cell phone that fell to my feet rang.

Bend down and pick up the phone.

After seeing the name on the caller ID screen, Huang Yonghui frowned and cursed.

But the moment he answered the phone... it was as if his face changed. Huang Yonghui showed a respectful and warm smile and responded:

"President Tan, I miss you so much…"

……

Huang Yonghui looked out the window.

The straight highway along the river, and the well-proportioned overpasses along the river...

He continued talking to the phone. in sight.

His eyes were casually looking at a place not far ahead, in the middle of the clean asphalt road, a thin winding 'water mark'...

He raised his eyebrows.

It seemed like I could vaguely see scattered sparks, spreading as if following the 'lead'!

Huang Yonghui didn't have time to express his emotions yet.

The front wheel of the car under him had already passed over the winding 'lead wire'.

The front and rear tires ran over the uneven road one after another, causing a slight bumpy feeling.…

……

"President Tan, I will report to you in person in a few days..."

Huang Yonghui continued with a smile.

He was only halfway through his words.

A violent heat wave instantly enveloped the car where he was sitting!

The windows of the car were The surroundings were red with firelight!

Clutching the phone!

Fear of not knowing what was going on!

‘Snapped!’

‘Snapped!’

‘Snapped! '

In my ears, there were dull air explosions! follow closely.

A huge impact suddenly appeared... a strong force suddenly lifted up from the chassis of the car! explode!

From the position of the oil tank, there was an explosion sound.…

……

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

Blood seeped out from the top of Huang Yonghui's head.

He gasped for breath.

The quality of the specially made bulletproof Bentley was so good...

Huang Yonghui opened his eyes wide and looked at the hot glass...

Dull!

Depressed!

Hot!

After a period of deathly silence.

As if it was brewing, there was a final explosion, and then the eyes fell into endless darkness.…

……

Black Mercedes Benz, cabin.

Tan Pingfeng, the 80-year-old president of the Yangcheng Chamber of Commerce, held his cell phone and looked intently at the hung up call with his cloudy eyes.

At the very end.

He heard the explosion of air as the air was burned under the high temperature.

And... a series of explosions, from small to large!

"Hello…"

"Check someone out for me."

Tan Pingqian disconnected the phone, his brows furrowed, and dull words rang out.

……

Yangcheng, Hengke Real Estate Group Building.

At the desk.

In the Wang family, Wang Changjiang looked at the blazing fire on the screen.

His expression was dull and ferocious.

Sitting for a long time.

Wang Changjiang lifted the computer screen on his desk and smashed it!

That's all, it hasn't stopped yet.

Panting, he walked to a wall in the office... reached out and pressed a button.

The walls that were originally bookcases receded to both sides.

What appeared in front of Wang Changjiang's eyes was a warehouse like an arsenal.

Take out a sharp ax from the warehouse...

Hold the ax handle tightly!

Raise it high!

‘boom!’

‘boom!’

‘boom! Wang

Changjiang kept chopping down.

A piece of debris splashed out and pierced into his palm, staining blood red.…

……

"Did you hear anything just now?"

The bald driver of the white Cadillac suddenly asked Ye Yuan

"Um"

"heard it."

Ye Yuan, nodded.

"It seems like an explosion..."

Ye Yuan said.

Hearing Ye Yuan's words, the bald driver looked towards the rearview mirror.

"It's really smoky!"

The bald driver said in shock

"We just came here, not too far away!"

The bald driver continued.