violent love affair

Fang Shuping lay on his back on the cold ground in early summer. When Du Zhuoyang came to him, he raised his right hand and gently grabbed Du Zhuoyang's clothes.

He really wanted to say something, but the sharp pain in the wound and the weakness caused by blood loss filled his throat with a sweet smell, and the word "Zhuo Yang" he opened his mouth dissipated indistinctly. In the past night wind...

Then, the corner of the clothes in his hand left his fingertips slowly but firmly.

After the convoy receded like a tide, the alleys that were originally deserted were so quiet that only the slight sound of the wind and the rattling of the roadside bushes were blown by the wind remained.

Fang Shuping felt that the temperature of his body was gradually cooling down with the rushing blood, but his heart was as hot as something burning.

This can't work... He thought, the heartbeat would only make the blood flow faster.

The mobile phone was in the co-pilot of the car, but a few minutes ago, a gangster who occasionally heard gunshots came over, sneaked back and drove away, and disappeared long ago.

Fang Shuping gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to press the damp heat between his chest and abdomen, mobilized the strength he had finally accumulated, tried to ignore the bullets still in his body, and wanted to struggle to move to the alley for help.Unexpectedly, just as he stood up, a woman's exclamation came: "Nes! He's here!"

Then a pair of strong male arms supported him from behind him.

"Don't drag him!" the woman stopped him anxiously, "Did you see the Glock on the ground? If this gun hit him, the bullet must still be in his body. We don't have a stretcher, if this is the case Take him away, the bullet will likely move in his body, the casing will cause greater heavy metal contamination, and it will be more difficult to remove."

The man called "Nes" said a little dissatisfied: "How do you know that he will be shot by this gun? What if this gun is just his self-defense weapon?"

"It's impossible," the woman said affirmatively, "You see, the tip of the gun is pointing at him. If it's self-defense, the tip of the gun should be pointing in the direction the bullet came from."

The man shook his head: "Anna, I don't think we should get into this mess. The Asian man who told us there was a shooting here doesn't look like a serious person. The city of Vail has been turned into a mess by them yellow people recently. It's a cloud of smoke, and that person has a scar on his face! Don't..."

Anna interrupted the man anxiously: "But did you see the look in his eyes? That's just a child!" After saying this, she turned to Fang Shuping and pulled his tie and neckline vigorously , so that he could breathe more air: "Sir, are you okay? Can you understand English?"

Fang Shuping nodded, the excessive blood loss made his head dizzy: "Thank you, I..."

"Don't talk or move." Anna raised a finger in front of Fang Shuping's lips, then gently pulled his blouse away, gasped at the wound on his chest and abdomen, "Hope the ambulance The car can come quickly, I have already told the police that there are seriously injured people here."

"Anna," said the man who supported Shuping worriedly, "I have a bad feeling that we might get into big trouble because of this."

"If we leave him alone," Ana said seriously to Nath, "he's really in big trouble."

The roaring police cars quickly blocked the usually sparsely populated alley, and the yellow warning strip with "crime scene" had already surrounded the entire alley.

A man wearing a vest with the words "FBI" held up his camera, took some photos of Fang Shuping from several angles, and then waved his hand to signal to the accompanying doctors to take him away for treatment.

This surprised Anna, who used to be a volunteer in the police system. It stands to reason that such a simple shooting case is usually taken care of by the local police station. Unexpectedly, the FBI came to the scene.

"Has this gun been touched?" Another woman wearing a vest with the word "FBI" asked Anna after her companion took pictures of the scene and packed the Glock on the ground with a transparent evidence bag.

"No." Anna replied affirmatively, "We just helped him up and found him some water to drink."

"How did you find him?" the woman continued to ask, "

"We ran into them by chance," Nath answered first.

"No," Anna said firmly, "we met this Asian teenager a few blocks away from here who seemed to have a broken car, and he gave us this, and then told us that someone here was hurt, please let us know Come and help him."

"Anna!" Nath pulled her hard, but his girlfriend still chose to ignore her.

Reaching out to take an envelope from Anna, the woman called out to her partner after opening it: "Joan! Come and take a look at this."

Joan came over, took the envelope, and frowned after looking at it, "...they are all brand new banknotes with serial numbers. I bet they have never been circulated."

"Did you find anything else?" The woman asked after looking around at the policemen who were methodically clearing the scene.

"There aren't many things at the moment," Joan shook his head, "The scene is too clean. There are no cameras in this alley, and there is a trail that enters the interstate highway not far away. The cameras along the way have just been confirmed to have been destroyed. And it's been so dry lately that there hasn't been a damn rut left. Karin, what do you think?"

"Now we only have these two." Kailin held up the two bags in her hand, one containing the Glock with the silencer installed, the other containing a torn gold chain.

"I hope it's not the person we guessed." Joan sighed softly, "Wil City is already messed up enough."

When Fang Shuping woke up again, he found himself lying on a white hospital bed, with the infusion tube on his arm being transfused with blood.

"I really don't know if it's your luck, or the shooter's technique is accurate." After receiving the news of his waking up, the doctor came along with Joan and Kailin.

The doctor showed them a CT scan: "Look here, the bullet has passed through the very thin membrane between the stomach and the spleen. If we turn a little to the left, the one lying in front of us may be A person whose internal organs were corroded by his own gastric juice and died, or a person whose lung lobe was punctured and died."

Fang Shuping took a look at the CT film, although he couldn't understand the dark area on it at all, but this did not prevent him from secretly complacent: "Can I keep this film as a souvenir?"

The doctor gave him a surprised look: "Yes."

Qiao An coughed lightly: "Mr. Fang, do you know who shot you?"

Fang Shuping quickly put away the CT film and replied without any pressure: "What shot? I didn't get shot. I just passed out accidentally while walking."

Joan glared at him fiercely, took a forensic bag from the plate next to him and put it directly under Fang Shuping's nose: "This is the bullet just taken out of your body, 9mm, ballistic test with you That Glock fits perfectly!"

"Your United States is too dangerous. You will be hit by stray bullets if you walk well. The whole people should reflect on it." Fang Shuping said with righteous indignation: "I will let the embassy file a formal written protest to you!"

Kailin reached out and stopped Joan, who was about to say something more, and turned to Fang Shuping and said, "Mr. Fang, can you tell us why you were still receiving the award at the Canna Theater half an hour ago, and then you were shot half an hour later?" Lying in an alley 20 kilometers away from the theater?"

"I went for a walk." Fang Shuping replied seriously.

"He knows who the suspect is!" Joan said angrily as he walked out of the ward, "and he's still covering him up."

"The fingerprints on the gun are clean," Kailin said while thinking, "but the chain shows that he was robbed by the suspect... In less than half an hour and 20 kilometers, he must have driven a good car. Remember the car rental note in his wallet? No car was found at the scene, we should go to the car rental company and ask."

"If you ask me, this case is already obvious." Joan gritted his teeth and said, "It's the same as those people who were inexplicably evaporated by the Terry family in Weil City more than a month ago. They are all responsible for it!"

"There's no evidence," Karin said calmly. "We can't apply for an arrest warrant."

"Sooner or later, they will catch their pigtails!" Joan clenched his fists.

"This time is definitely a chance." Kailin raised her fist and touched Joan, "Let's go!"

Du Zhuoyang, who avenged his overnight revenge with a single gun, did not get the calm he expected, not even as calm as before the "big revenge" was avenged.

Vigorously throwing his favorite M9 on the ground, Du Zhuoyang called the subordinates who were accompanying him: "Who does the maintenance of this gun? How do you do the ballistic correction?!"

On the gun target marked 50 meters not far away, there are scattered bullet holes in a mess, and the accuracy deviation is horrific: none of them fell within the 8th ring.

The subordinates who were reprimanded did not dare to make a sound, and naturally they did not dare to point out that the maintenance of this gun was just done in the morning, and it is well known that this gun is one of Du Shao's favorite guns, so who would dare to let it go? Missing the most critical ballistic correction while maintaining it?

Du Zhuoyang, who habitually touched the little finger of his left hand, found nothing again: after the tail ring was taken back by him, he ordered someone to put it away, although even he knew it was just a temporary self-deception: when attending some important Occasions, including some gatherings and meetings of the Du family, as the officially established heir of the patriarch, this thing is indispensable.

How did that happen?Du Zhuoyang frowned.

In the end, he attributed all this to the fact that the shot was hit too quickly, and the revenge ended too quickly, so that it was impossible to calm down the long anger and anxiety that had been born for it before.

Aji, who pushed the door and entered, rescued the man who was breaking out in cold sweat because he didn't know how to answer the boss. After he motioned the other party to back off, he gave Du Zhuoyang a guilty look: "Young Master Du, I sent someone to look at the room... ...Fang Shuping is no longer there."

Du Zhuoyang glanced at Aji, and for the first time, he didn't give a warning because he mentioned Fang Shuping this time, but snorted coldly: "His life is hard enough."

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Aji boldly continued: "However, there is one more bad news."

Du Zhuoyang picked up a wet towel beside him and wiped his hands: "Say it."

"The FBI logo appeared at the scene, will they keep an eye on us this time like last time?" Aki asked.

"Useless trash," Du Zhuoyang said coldly, "It's just getting away, and it will cause the FBI? It's not a big trouble, but it's best not to let me find out if someone is doing something wrong behind it."

Aji, who was already preoccupied, shrank his neck unconsciously, swallowed dryly and said, "Also, Young Master Du, you are going to have dinner with Miss Meng's family tonight."

Du Zhuoyang became even more impatient: "Then tell me after dinner."