Confrontation in the abyss

"Who is it? DT is here? I heard that he only performs one operation a week!" Yang Jin's assistant asked curiously.

Richard walked in front of Yang Jin, "It was invited by Mr. Lorenzo, I hope Dean will be safe."

"Thank you!" Yang Jin shook Richard's hand and nodded vigorously.

There were hurried footsteps in the hallway, and it was Leslie and Layla coming.

"How is he?" Leslie walked up to Yang Jin's assistant, who was instantly shocked by his gloomy demeanor and couldn't even speak.

Such silence is disturbing.

"Mr. Yang...he had a car accident..." Marin on the side tried his best to squeeze out such a sentence.

"A car accident? Where did you get hurt?" Leila was unsteady, but fortunately Leslie on the side grabbed her.

"The best brain surgery team in New York has just entered. Now we can only wait for the results." Richard calmed Leila's mood.

"Craniotomy is needed...how serious..." Layla blinked, and Richard helped Layla, who was already weak, onto the seat, and gently pressed her shoulder.

"I'm going to make a phone call." There was a slight tremor in Leslie's usually steady voice, and he turned around and took a heavy breath.

Standing at the gate of the hospital building, the cold wind gusts.Leslie leaned against the wall and took a cigarette from his pocket.His fingers were unstable, and he tried many times but couldn't light the fire. Then he lowered his hand dejectedly, and the lighter fell to the ground like losing strength.

He closed his eyes, and his eyebrows were very hard.

It took a long time before he took out his mobile phone and dialed the organization's number, "Hey, Liszt...something happened to Zhou Chou."

The night exhausted everyone's energy, and it wasn't until dawn that DT and his team emerged from the operating room.

Everyone stood up at that moment, Yang Jin's eyes were full of expectation.

"Doctor! How is Dean?"

"My operation was quite successful, and Mr. Yang is not in danger for the time being. The next 48 hours will be critical and must be taken care of carefully."

Those who waited breathed a sigh of relief.

Marin choked up on the spot, and he had been blaming himself until then.If Zhou Cho hadn't come out on a bicycle with him, maybe nothing would have happened.

Leila smiled through tears, took Richard's hand and repeated over and over again: "He's fine...the operation was successful!"

There was a slight smile on Richard's lips: "Yes, the operation was successful."

The door of the operating room was pushed open, and Zhou Cho was sent to the intensive care unit.

Leslie stared quietly at Zhou Cho's sleeping face through the glass window.

Richard left the hospital and went back to Anson's.Layla strolled over to Leslie's side and stood side by side.

"Today, I'm really scared. My teammate in the same group...I only have him left." Leila said softly.

"This is an opportunity." Leslie's voice was low.

Leila was taken aback for a moment, then remained silent for more than ten seconds, and said slowly, "That's right."

"I will find Liszt tonight and arrange for his mission to be terminated."

Richard returned to Lorenzo's house. Anson should be sitting in the living room drinking morning tea at this time, but he was nowhere to be seen.Richard walked upstairs, knocked on the bedroom door, and heard "Come in."

Anson was still sitting on the bed, even in the same posture as when Richard left.His hands were folded on the quilt, his back was leaning against the pillow, and his hair was slightly messy hanging in front of his eyes.

"You're back."

"Yes, sir." Richard nodded.

"How is he?"

"The operation was a success and the next 48 hours were critical."

"That's good." Anson put down the pillow and curled up under the quilt.

"Sir, won't you get up for breakfast?"

"I didn't sleep well last night." Anson's breath was very long.

Richard smiled slightly, "Is it like going through a trial until you finally got the result of the trial just now?"

"You're annoying." Anson's voice was filled with tiredness.

At the moment Richard closed the door, Anson stopped him again: "Richard."

"Yes, sir."

"If I don't make the first move, the opponent may take this opportunity to let him out of my sight."

"I understand." Richard closed the door and left.

The world fell silent again.

An Sen stretched out his hand from under the quilt and opened the cabinet next to the bed. Inside was a brocade box.That time when he was in the auction center, he fell in love with this jade pendant at a glance. At that moment, he received a call from Eva, who told him that there was an explosion at the banquet, and Interpol was involved.

An Sen's fingers caressed the piece of jade, it was warm and clear, like a heart that could not be sent.

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

The first day passed, and the doctor checked the instrument value in the intensive care unit, adjusted the medication and walked out. Yang Jin went up to him and asked anxiously, "When will he wake up?"

"Mr. Yang, please don't worry, you won't wake up so quickly. We checked all the values ​​and they are all within the normal range."

Yang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned around and saw Leila and Leslie approaching, his expression became serious again.

After all the medical staff in front of the ward left, Yang Jin sat down slowly, and said in a low voice: "I know what you mean. I also understand...my Dean has already left, no matter how much I regard Zhou Choo as My own son, he is not Dean after all. Moreover, if he continues to bear the identity of Dean Yang, he will only become more and more dangerous. Now is a good opportunity for him to withdraw. In a few days, I will let the company's public relations department release Announcement, just say that Dean died in a car accident... For the rest, how to quietly send Zhou Chou away from here depends on your ability."

"We will arrange everything, thank you for your cooperation." Leila shook hands with Yang Jin, only to realize that the old man's fingers were terribly cold, and she immediately softened, "Mr. Yang, you have been too tired these two days. It's time to go back and rest."

"Yeah." Yang Jin sighed and walked out slowly.

But one thing they never expected was that in just one night, Zhou Tiao disappeared from the intensive care unit.

The nurses were in a panic in the ward.Zhou Cho is a distinguished guest of this hospital. There are strict restrictions on even visitors in his ward, and the instrument values ​​have not changed. How did he disappear?

A broadcast sounded in the corridor: "Please Dr. Leon to ICU No. [-]! Please Dr. Leon to ICU No. [-]!"

Leslie and Reina who were walking in the corridor suddenly ran when they heard the broadcast.

After passing through many medical staff and patients, they came to the door of the intensive care unit.I saw Dr. Leon holding his head in his hands with an expression of disbelief, and asked the two nurses loudly, "Where are you?"

"we do not know!"

"Mr. Yang was still lying here during the ward round at five o'clock this morning!"

Leslie walked into the ward quickly and grabbed Dr. Leon, "What's going on!"

Leila stared blankly at the empty hospital bed, "Where's Dean? Where did he go?"

Dr. Leon was almost out of breath by Leslie. The stern man in front of him seemed to nail him to the wall. He had never felt so frightened before, "Sir... please calm……"

Leslie let go of Dr. Leon, who held his neck and panted for a long time before saying: "A few minutes ago, a nurse came to change Mr. Yang's dressing, but he was gone... They thought they would It wouldn't be that Mr. Yang suddenly woke up and went to another place... But it is impossible to wake up so quickly after the craniotomy..."

"Where's the bathroom!" Layla asked.

"I've searched... nothing..." The two little nurses were so frightened by Leslie's aura that they couldn't even speak.

"Then how could the person disappear?" Leila's voice rose.

Leslie looked around, looked at the camera in the corridor, and said coldly, "I want to see the video of your hospital."

This is indeed a way to figure things out, and Dr. Leon hurriedly took Leslie and Leila to the video room.

Before five o'clock in the morning, the camera was shining on the glass window of the intensive care unit.At this time Zhou Cho was still lying on the bed, nothing had changed.

It wasn't until the two nurses changed their dressings and left that the camera's picture went blank.

Leila was nervous for a while, "What's going on!"

Leslie dragged the screen until everything returned to normal after the snowflake passed, which took ten or four minutes.In the ward, Zhou Tiao had disappeared.

Doctor Leon on the side opened his eyes wide and suddenly realized: "Someone must have taken him away! We should call the police!"

Leila looked at Leslie: "Are you really calling the police?"

"Calling the police is necessary. But it may not be useful."

The two walked out of the video room quickly, and Leslie told Liszt, the head of the New York branch, about Zhou Cho's disappearance.

"Is someone trying to take this opportunity to blackmail Mrs. Yang? Let's call Yang Jin immediately to see if he has received any calls!"

"It can't be blackmail." Leslie's eyes and his voice were thickly chilled, "Currently Zhou Chou is inseparable from the hospital's equipment. Doesn't blackmail mean Zhou Chou's life at this moment? Since someone can To take him away, the whole plan must be thorough, and the other party's purpose is to hide him."

"Who would do such a thing!" Leila just felt ridiculous.

"Leyla, you go back to the branch first. I have to meet someone." Leslie turned and left.

"Hey! Leslie! Who are you going to see?" Leila couldn't understand Leslie more and more.

Leslie left without saying a word.

More than an hour later, his Hummer drove to the door of the mansion in the suburbs of Anson.

Before he got out of the car, the bodyguard at the door drew his gun.

"get off!"

"Who are you!"

Leslie slammed the car door shut and stood in front of them, "I want to see Anson Lorenzo!"

Richard stood by the window, watching Leslie's figure slightly frowned, "Sir, the director of Yang's information department is here."

At this time, Anson was flipping through a medical journal, which contained several medical papers on brain trauma.The coffee beside him exudes a pure aroma, and the hot air curls up, making his facial features even more elegant.

"You're wrong, he's not here this time as the head of Yang's information department." Anson closed the magazine and put it aside, "Let him come to see me."

Richard made a gesture, and the bodyguards in the courtyard understood and brought Leslie up.

Anson sat leisurely, folded his hands on his knees, looked at Leslie's expressionless facial features like a chisel, and smiled unabated, "Please sit down, Mr. Leslie Ives. Or should I call you Interpol Where's the head of the information team at the New York branch?"

"You know who I am, so you know who Dean is." Leslie looked at him coldly.

Anson clapped his hands, "With Dean's skills and his calmness in situations, I guessed that he couldn't be just a jeweler's son. But I'm wondering, when did he join the Interpol?"

"There's no need to pretend here. Where did you hide him?"

Anson didn't speak, just looked straight into Leslie's eyes, and the surprise was fleeting, "Are you kidding? He just had a craniotomy and should be still in the intensive care unit."

"He's not in now."

Anson did not speak, bearing Leslie's gaze.

After a long time, Richard on the side said, "We really thought that Dean was in the ward all the time. And even if the husband knew that Dean had a relationship with Interpol, there was no need to take him out of the hospital during the surgical coma. Ivy Mr. Si, you might as well think about who else knows Dean's identity. For example, Red Scorpion's subordinates, for example, other people."

"No, if anyone would steal him, it would only be you, Anson Lorenzo." Leslie's expression was haughty, and his voice was determined.

Anson laughed, and asked helplessly, "Why?"

"Because you like him, you have to spare no effort to have everything you like in this world."

Anson laughed louder, "I will want the latest list of nuclear weapons developed by the Ministry of Defense, I will want yachts and famous cars, and I will want all the people who make me unhappy, such as Red Scorpion. But I never Thinking about getting someone that way. It doesn't fit my Anson Lorenzo aesthetic."

Leslie snorted coldly, with a mocking look in his eyes.He took a step forward and leaned down in front of Anson. Their eyes met. Leslie's eyes were like a cold sword piercing the smile in Anson's eyes, "You are in love with him."

Two seconds later, Anson burst into a distorted laugh, covering his belly with his hands. This was the funniest joke he had ever heard in his life.