Forbidden City of Heze + Dalufei

Yan Liang finally came to the general headquarters one day later in the afternoon. He had made all the preparations in advance, and took half a day off by taking the opportunity of coming to the military meeting. After turning around in a circle, he came to the officer's dormitory area, waiting for the chief of the general staff to get out of his busy schedule to meet him.

Junliu's treatment was upgraded, and he was changed to a larger dormitory, which was a suite with a private reception room. The guards led him into the reception room and then went out.

After the footsteps of the guards disappeared, he put down the large shoulder bag he was carrying, gently locked the door, took out the small flashlight in the bag, searched around the room unceremoniously, and checked it carefully. Every dead corner of the wall and ceiling, and the bottom and back of all furniture, even the socket holes are not spared.After all, Junliu is under control. He wants to make sure that there are no cameras or bugs.

In the last dormitory, when Junliu was still awake, he also dealt with it in the same way.

It seems that the black market trusts this young man who helped them win the first battle. The room is still clean and there is no suspicious object.

Then he put away the flashlight, took out another heavy black plastic bag from his bag, carried it into the bathroom, and hid it under the sink.

After finishing these things, Yanliang unlocked the door, made himself a cup of coffee with the electric kettle in the room, and waited for Junliu to come back with peace of mind.

The two met in the evening. Junliu heard that he was waiting in the reception room early in the morning, and he went back without thinking about dinner. He didn't want to leave the other side alone for too long. Oil.

Junliu had a lot of worries at first, thinking that Yanliang would make excuses for meeting Qi Luo last time, and torment him relentlessly, so he made enough mental preparations to bear the other party's outburst, and even sold himself before he could handle it consciousness.It can be seen that after the meeting, Yan Liang didn't mention that matter at all, as if nothing happened, he directly talked to him about the next plan.

Junliu was full of suspicion, and felt that this was too unlike the other party's usual style, but he couldn't afford to ask it out of trouble, so after muttering in his heart for a while, he temporarily put it to the back of his mind.

Indeed, the immediate problem to be solved is the top priority.

"Just judging from the appearance, the chip implanted in your body is called 'Fox Hunting'. The model is not clear, but this kind of tracking chip has a common feature. It must be activated by the reader before it can be used. When it is necessary to find you When the time comes, the reader will emit a signal of a certain frequency, which is a kind of radio wave, and the tracking chip will start to work after receiving the energy, and it will continue to reflect the signal to show your location. So now, this chip should still be Sleeping state, even if we take it out, it will not be found immediately." Yan Liang said methodically, "But it also has tricky places. The tracker installed on the heart usually has an anti-destruction mechanism, which is difficult to disassemble. If you are not careful, you will hurt your heart. Only a very small number of professionally trained military doctors can dismantle it. I tried to find other doctors on the black market for help, but they all said they hadn’t done it and dared not do it.”

"So, it's safer to go directly to the doctor who operated on you last time. I just went to the hospital to confirm that after nine o'clock tonight, he will be on duty."

"He performed the operation on me under the order of the commander-in-chief. How could he help me take it out again?"

Yanliang chuckled confidently, and then spoke out his thoughts.

Junliu's face turned pale when he heard this, and he said with a sad expression, "Are you going to do this again? Have I become a professional accountant by risking my life?"

Yan Liang didn't argue, just pulled his right hand to hold it, and rubbed the raised scar on his wrist meaningfully, fixed his eyes on him and asked, "Do you believe me?"

"So what if I don't believe it, do I have other choices?" Junliu withdrew his hand, pressed his temple with a headache, and struggled a lot in his heart, "Forget it, if God wants to take my life It has already been accepted, so there is no need to wait until today. No matter how dangerous it was before, it didn’t make sense to be planted this time.”

Junliu could only comfort himself in this way.In fact, no one understands that bad luck is illogical and does not distinguish between occasions. There are many people who have passed through the storm safely, but capsized in the gutter. He continues to gamble, and the only thing he can rely on is luck.

Yanliang stayed with him until nightfall, repeatedly emphasized to him the timing of the action, and left conveniently.

The hour hand gradually passed nine o'clock, and Junliu turned off the light. Because of nervousness, he sat down quietly in the dark again, trying to calm down, but found that he couldn't control the operation of his brain at all. Airtight, from this moment to the distant past and future.

He sat in this dark room as if possessed by a demon, not knowing where he was. For a moment, the scene of Xia Xiyuan was clearly played back in front of his eyes, as if he was still the prince of He Ze, and he had a long nightmare. wake up in the room.Sometimes he was covered in blood, lingering in the hut deep in the garden of the Elysee Manor, and sometimes he was the prison cell of Megilla, the light in the corridor passed through the iron bars, casting a horrifying black shadow on the ground , the footsteps of the prison guards wandered monotonously...

His heart was full of bewilderment towards the unknown, and he fell into the trap of imagination unknowingly. It took him a while to wake up suddenly and stood up from the sofa.

Think too much, but can't act!He drove all the remaining illusions out of his head, filled himself with an impulse, reached out and grabbed the cup on the coffee table, and slammed it on the ground.

The guard in the corridor heard the abnormal noise in the room, walked quickly to the door, tried to shout twice, and after hearing no response, he began to knock on the door.

The knock on the door became louder and louder, but there was no answer. The guard became vigilant and turned the doorknob a few times but couldn't open it. He hurried to report to the captain.

When the captain of the guard hastily took the key and opened the door, the blood had already permeated the entire reception room. They were shocked to find that the chief of the general staff was dying on the sofa, blood was gurgling down his lowered arm, and there were bruises on the ground. A small pool of blood, and blood-stained broken glass.

The captain of the guard ran to the bathroom in a hurry, tied up his wrist with a towel, and immediately called the emergency department of the hospital.

Junliu was carried on a stretcher and pushed directly into the operating room. An assistant turned on the headlights and quickly cleaned the wound for him. He used a tourniquet to tighten the blood vessels near the heart, and washed away the coagulated blood clots with hydrogen peroxide.The wound was deep, and the white wrist bone could be seen. The broken muscle was open like a bloody mouth, and there were bits of rotten meat mixed in, which indicated that the murder weapon was not sharp enough. Although he didn't know why the other party wanted to seek death, he felt that the chief of staff was very determined at that time.

Soon, the doctor on duty finished the disinfection process, walked in with hands folded, put on gloves and prepared to suture.

Not long after the stitching started, the assistant suddenly felt a strong discomfort in his body, dizziness in front of his eyes, and abdominal cramping, which was as severe as his intestines being pulled violently. The operating doctor explained the situation and applied to replace an assistant.

"No need, go and rest, I'll finish it soon." The doctor agreed without raising his head. It was just a simple suturing operation, and he felt that he could handle it by himself.

After the assistant went out, he continued to concentrate on threading the needle, using extremely fine movements to join the severed arteries between the bright red muscle layers.

Just when he was in high concentration, the assistant came back, went straight to his side, picked up a piece of gauze and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"What's wrong? Did you have diarrhea after eating the wrong food?" He asked casually.

There was no answer, but something hard pressed against his waist slowly and heavily.

The doctor stopped what he was doing hesitantly, looked sideways under the operating table, and suddenly saw a black pistol with a silencer installed, the muzzle pointing upwards and stabbing him tightly.At this close range, the bullet was enough to pierce his liver and burst his heart.

He raised his head in astonishment, and met his assistant's eyes, only to realize that the person in front of him was wearing a surgical gown, and staring at him was a completely strange man. His eyes shot out from between the surgical cap and the mask, sharply And cold.

"You...?" The doctor had never been pointed at with a gun on the operating table before, and he lost his mind for a while, and let go of the stapler with a trembling hand.

Yanliang moved the muzzle of the gun, and yelled fiercely in a low voice, "Take it up and keep doing it! Don't react unnecessarily!"

The doctor's eyes moved a few times uneasily, and he had no choice but to hold the device cooperatively. He tried his best to calm down, and at the same time, he secretly glanced up at the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

Such a small action failed to escape Yan Liang's eyes, he moved closer, and warned in a low voice, "Don't make a mistake, you will die before anyone discovers the abnormality here."

The doctor didn't want to use his own life to test the other party, so he was forced to continue with the work in hand. The familiar procedure gradually relieved his tension and fear. When he came back to his senses, he finally remembered to ask, "Who are you? What are you doing?"

"Take out the tracker on his heart, and I'll give you 10 minutes." Yan Liang simply ordered.Then he raised his right hand and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with the gauze in his hand, playing the role of an assistant competently.

"Did you do such a thing, do you really think you can escape?" The doctor said bitterly, squinting at Yanliang, trying to remember his appearance.

"You don't need to worry about this." Yan Liang sneered, "You only need to worry about the safety of the patient. If there is anything wrong with him, you will be the first to be buried with him."

Junliu was lying unconscious, half of his body was covered by a huge shadowless lamp, so that the people behind the surveillance camera could not see the ongoing operation at all.The wound on his chest that was about to fully heal was cut open again, and the beating heart was exposed in front of Yan Liang's eyes, struggling like a little blood-red monster.Yan Liang stared intently at this engine that drives Jun's flesh and blood, this source of vitality, imagining how this fist-sized thing grows—every contraction of its muscles, every second of blood flow Output and return, including the unknown interaction with the brain, how these complex physiological mechanisms conspire to determine such an absurd fact: he does not love him.

He doesn't love him.

If he knew how the damn thing was long, he'd have the chance to remake it now, dig out the parts that said bad things about him, and leave the parts that didn't hold their own and said yes.

Or just dig it out entirely, leaving a void where nothing ever existed.

In this fantasy, the operation was successful, and a bloody chip was taken out, thrown into the operation tray, and there was a clear ding, like the doorbell at the entrance of reality.

Yan Liang picked up the gadget and looked at it carefully, then wiped off the blood stains on the surgical gown, and secretly put it in his pocket.

The doctor didn't just call it a day because it was a coerced operation. It was his instinct to close the incision perfectly. Like a skilled craftsman, he sutured each stitch so neatly and beautifully that it almost made Yan Liang feel uncomfortable. Some respect came.

After finishing the dressing, the doctor took off his gloves, frowned and looked at Yan Liang, "Okay, what else do you want?"

"You did a good job." Yan Liang praised sincerely, hiding the gun in his hand into the gown of the surgical gown, "There is a mobile stretcher at the door, let's take him back to the dormitory together, and the matter will be over."