can not help

After Meng Junze heard the name, he immediately realized who it was.

If Zhang Ming claimed that No. 13 in the killer rankings was very watery, then Qi Chang, who was ranked third in the killer rankings, was half waterless.

This killer ranking list is not randomly ranked to bluff people, but is comprehensively ranked by the darknet according to the type and difficulty of the tasks completed by individuals. The higher the ranking, the higher the difficulty of the completed assignments.

Why did Qi Chang appear here? Could it be that Murong Ling's life was also hung on the dark web?

Meng Junze was puzzled. At this moment, thinking too much in his mind made him lose in the battle. Fortunately, such a fight did not affect his hearing.

As soon as Murong Ling spoke, Meng Junze kicked hard and backed away with force, and the bullet also hit the place where the two had just fought.

Naturally, Qi Chang was not stupid. After hearing Murong Ling's words, he took advantage of the situation and backed up. The bullet missed in the end.

And in such a gap, Qi Chang's attention was once again placed on Murong Ling.

"Mr. Murong, long time no see."

Murong Ling was still leaning against the wall, the cold sweat on his body had subsided a lot, but his face was still pale: "I don't remember that I was on the dark net."

Qi Chang laughed and said, "Of course, those who dare to put you on the dark web will probably die as soon as they do something."

Murong Ling: "Is it still tied up?"

Such ugly words froze the smile on the corner of Qi Chang's mouth: "Oh, you don't have to mock me like this, after all, you are different from us. Even if you are a wolf, you are domesticated from the beginning to the end. Oh, no, now the husband has become a vagabond The dog is gone, no one wants it."

Murong Ling smiled in a low voice, he never cared what others called or thought: "Would you like to tell me, what did the other party use to bribe you?"

Qi Chang was not a talkative person, and it was his limit to be able to sarcastically say a few words. His goal was never Meng Junze.

While Meng Junze was still thinking about the content of the conversation between the two, he suddenly attacked Murong Ling, and in his heart he was excited just thinking that Mr. Murong would be killed by his subordinates today.

In the end, Meng Junze was a step slow in reacting. When he saw Qi Chang moving, he was already in front of Murong Ling.

The light in Murong Ling's eyes flashed.

I don't know if it's because Murong Ling's weak appearance is too intimidating, or Qi Chang's inner appeal is too intense, so he ignored the gun in Murong Ling's hand for a while.

Murong Ling really wanted to forget the weapon in his hand, and just stood there in a daze, seeing that Qi Chang was about to rush in front of him.

After those few minutes of prostration, although Murong Ling couldn't react as quickly as he did in his heyday, it was not difficult to avoid Qi Chang's first blow.

The strong wind in his hands had already swept his face, and he suddenly dodged to the side.

'Boom! '

The bullet/bullet collides with the iron frame and leaves a string of fine sparks.

Not far away, Meng Junze saw that the rescue was too late, so he hurriedly took out the gun in his arms, but after Qi Chang missed the bullet and dodged the bullet, he dodged directly into the gap of the iron frame next to him and disappeared.

Meng Junze approached Murong Ling while robbing.

"It's fine." Murong Ling pressed Meng Junze's hand holding the gun, "Don't worry about him, let's go out and talk about it."

Meng Junze nodded and didn't say much.

Murong Lingze raised his hand and raised his gun and said, "I'm out of bullets, he knows."

Meng Junze nodded, gave Murong Ling a little help, and when he saw Murong Ling waving his hand, he gave up, but followed behind and concentrated on looking around, for fear that Qi Chang, who had just run away, would come out from a certain corner again.

Murong Ling's appearance is much more relaxed than before: "Jun Ze is very good now, much better than a few years ago."

A few years ago, Murong Ling also went on missions with Meng Junze when he was abroad, and the two knew each other well in terms of skills.But also because of the understanding, Meng Junze felt more and more regretful that the once high-spirited person was ruined like this after all.

"Little uncle, Miao Zan, is much worse than you."

heyday...

These four extremely sad words are still buried in Meng Junze's heart.

Murong Ling chuckled twice, but said nothing more.

Just when the two were about to run to the door of the warehouse, there was another loud noise behind them, which was more than a little bit louder than the previous explosion.Meng Junze, who was half a step behind Murong Ling, rushed towards Murong Ling fiercely, and the two rushed out from the warehouse door.

Murong Ling was protected by Meng Junze, but because of the excessive charge, the two of them slid on the ground for a long distance, and there was a burning pain in their arms.

Many places in the warehouse behind them had collapsed. Where they had just passed, a long steel pipe was lying in place. One could imagine what it would have been like if the two of them hadn't jumped out.

Meng Junze got up first and pulled Murong Ling up: "How is it? Are you all right?"

After Murong Ling stood up, he looked at the half-collapsed warehouse in a daze, wondering if any place was on fire, and thick smoke billowed from the roof straight into the sky, even the heavy rain couldn't suppress it.

The two of them were completely wet in an instant.

Pan Shirong and the others didn't know where they had been hiding before, and when they saw the two coming out, they rushed over.

Qian Shucheng took a few steps behind, the heavy rain blurred his vision, but the way the red blood on Murong Ling's arm continued to flow down made him feel a sharp pain in his heart.

The blood traced the scar on the wrist, as if the wound hadn't healed, and it still had a hideous appearance.

Qian Shucheng finally stopped, and Meng Junchen also stopped beside him, without saying a word.

Qian Shucheng's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was talking to Meng Junchen, and also seemed to be talking to himself: "Tell me, why did he keep away again and again."

Meng Junchen was silent.

Qian Shucheng went on to say: "Murong Ling deliberately showed me how much of what happened this time."

Meng Junchen sighed: "You are still calm."

Qian Shucheng smiled wryly: "I'm not stupid, what's more, even a fool should know that my brother's death has an inside story, and it can't be explained by a single shot."

Meng Junchen: "Then you still..."

Qian Shucheng: "Murong Ling still doesn't want me to join. This bastard once said that he lied to me by letting me join."

Meng Junchen looked at the place where several people were standing: "Why don't you go and have a look? He doesn't look very good."

Qian Shucheng resisted the impulse: "No, he probably doesn't want me to get closer."

Thinking about it now, from the beginning to the end, he was the only one who was passionate. Murong Ling never gave any response, but just followed his own thoughts.Obedience, yes, just obedience.

Only he knew the bitterness in Qian Shucheng's smile, he was really moved, even though it was always wishful thinking.Now that he knew that Qian Shuning was indeed Murong Ling's hands, the gap between them might never be bridged.

The sound of thunder and the sound of the warehouse collapsing merged together to make a "rumbling" sound. The heavy rain probably put out the fire that hadn't started burning inside, and the thick black smoke wouldn't last long .

Murong Ling remained motionless, watching without saying a word.

Qian Shucheng was very sad.

Could it be that Murong Ling was like this in that accident back then, quietly watching something of himself being buried, but no one knew what he was thinking in his heart, and no one had ever really understood it.It was only at this moment that Qian Shucheng realized that he never knew what Murong Ling wanted or liked. Since he was very young, they only had needs for Murong Ling, and never thought of giving.

Fortunately, Murong Ling's injury was not serious. It was said last time that he almost died there.

There were countless roaring cars behind him, presumably it was the arrival of reinforcements, but in fact, such a situation today does not need any reinforcements.

Even in the heavy rain, there was no sound of messy footsteps to indicate the identity of the visitor.The people in camouflage uniforms didn't stop when they passed by Qian Shucheng and the two, and went directly to Meng Lizhao's place.

The rain was too loud, and even though the distance was not very far, the two of them couldn't hear what they said, but the posture of those people was full of guard after seeing Murong Ling.

Qian Shucheng didn't like this feeling very much. Only Pan Shirong was the only one protecting that thin man, and he looked so helpless in front of so many people staring at him, as if he would be torn apart by these wolves in the next second.

But Qian Shucheng couldn't go, he didn't know Murong Ling's plan, he was afraid that his wrong step would affect the overall situation.He just stood quietly with Murong Ling at a distance of several meters, it seemed that there were only two people in the whole world who were as motionless as stone sculptures.

It wasn't until someone pulled him that Qian Shucheng turned his head in doubt.

Meng Junchen: "Let's go, leave the rest to my brother."

Qian Shucheng took a deep look at Murong Ling, then turned around and followed Meng Junchen to the same car as Le.

"A Ling, let's go back first, you don't look very good, go back and have a look first." After Meng Yanzhao told others what to do, he walked to Murong Ling who was still standing still.

Murong Ling's face became more and more ugly, and there was a faint bruise on his originally pale face. After a while, he struggled to utter a word.

"it is good."

Murong Ling and Meng Yuzhao sat in the same car, tapped their fingers on their legs, then sat up straight and said to Pan Shirong, the co-pilot, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Just as Pan Shirong was about to speak, Meng Yuzhao frowned and held Murong Ling back: "What are you smoking? Let the doctor take a look at it later, and then have a good rest."

Murong Ling looked down at the hand on his arm, and then looked at Meng Yanzhao: "You really don't know if I'm plotting against you today, or are you devoted to Buddha now?"

Meng Yanzhao snorted: "Didn't you use Nangang as an apology? Yuan Shaojie too, there are not many office workers who can't see the big warehouse behind you?"

Murong Ling's voice was a little weak, and he leaned on the back of the chair weakly: "If you want it, I will give it to you."

Meng Youzhao and Pan Shirong looked at each other, and then sat back quietly.

The rain outside the car never stopped, and the big raindrops crackling on the roof of the car became a lullaby. Murong Ling's consciousness in the car gradually fell into chaos.

There is rarely such a heavy rain in spring. I don’t know if after this heavy rain, the buds full of trees will directly spread out, decorating the trunks that have been bare all winter and full of vitality.