Terrorist attacks

Lin Xin sat down slowly, his calf was very painful, he tried to knead it, the hands should not be too heavy, the ammunition was still planted in it, and accidents would happen at any time after a violent collision.

Three months ago, after getting into Qiao Yisheng's bed for the first time, I went back to my grandfather's house and drove from the city center to the suburbs. In a secluded area, the car broke down. Lin Xin came down to check, but was hijacked.

He passed out all the way, and he was given some medicine. He was in a coma for a whole day. After waking up, the other party showed him some confidential documents, all about Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan's old superior, who has been his teacher and friend for so many years, committed a crime a few days ago. He had nothing to do with Lin Yuan, but the two of them got too close. High weight, at this time, like a big tree that has been sawed off by the roots, it is not light, and a hole must be smashed on even the flat ground.What's more, the future and the like, when politics is involved, it is really very delicate.

Even the matter between Lin Yuan and Sun Wei, the other party knew a thing or two. Lin Xin was not sure whether they had any real objects to prove it, but he felt that his whole body was entangled in an invisible net, unable to move. Every silk thread bound him tightly, going straight to his heart, without any secrets.

The mastermind of all this, the man who often called him later, was sitting behind an old wooden screen, and the room was smoked with a touch of sandalwood. The smoke scattered in all directions, and he almost thought everything was an illusion.

Until the man spoke, he said:

"Hello, Mr. Lin."

Not standard Chinese, a few simple words, it was very blunt for him to speak.

Lin Xin frowned, looked at the marks on his hands tied by the ropes, and thought, I'm not good at all, so he ignored him.

The man didn't care, probably the Chinese was too bad, so after a brief greeting, he switched to English.

Lin Xin didn't listen carefully to what he said, but gradually realized that his right calf was in pain, his trousers were rolled up, and there was a 2cm wound that had just been stitched up. He guessed that the time for anesthesia had passed, so it was getting more and more painful now , Before I just felt that I couldn't do my best.

He pointed to his legs, his voice trembling:

"What's going on? What do you want?"

"Mr. Lin, don't be nervous. I just planted something in your body so that we can cooperate more tacitly in the future. Of course, if you don't want to, it's okay. But the remote control in my hand, press it, and the ammunition will be released." It will detonate automatically. It is said to be very effective, but I haven't had a chance to see it yet." After speaking, Shen Chen laughed.

Lin Xin felt his chest constricted, and the back of the head was hit with a stick, and he couldn't react for a long time.

Since then, he hasn't had a good night's sleep, but the anger and gloom at the beginning has gradually diminished, and everything has become peaceful.

Qiao Yisheng sat in the first-class cabin, and the surrounding was very quiet. He raised his head, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest. Jason walked over. Qiao Yisheng was in a light sleep. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes: " Sir, I just received news that Attorney Lin was taken away by Deputi's people, and he seems to be going to the suburban manor to look for you this morning."

Qiao suppressed his voice and waved his hand:

"Okay, I know. How long until Florence?"

Jason froze for a moment before remembering to raise his wrist to look at his watch:

"About half an hour."

Qiao Yi picked up the coffee next to him, drank a couple of sips, looked indifferently, browsed through the newspapers of the day, and closed his eyes again to fall asleep.

It was cold recently, so before going out, Lin Xin specially wore a pair of leather cotton boots, which were very warm and wrapped up his slender calves, so staying in the cold secret room is not so difficult.

Around noon, someone opened the door and took him through the basement, walked for a while, and came to a meadow uphill. The sun was bright and the air was fresh. Lin Xin thought he was a sheep, and he was put out for free.

Someone was waiting for him, sitting leisurely at the end of the small slope, followed by two or three people.

Lin Xin looked around. There were quite a lot of people scattered in the corner. He guessed that if something happened, these people would not shoot him easily, and he was still valuable.

If it was Qiao Yisheng, he wouldn't dare to be so sure.

He has been subject to too many fetters, and now he decided to take a risk, with a bit of self-deprecating inappropriateness, Lin Xin stopped in his tracks.

The people next to him also stopped, pushed and shoved, and cursed a few words in a low voice.

Lin Xin quickly kicked over to the side, his left leg swept past the two people around him, caught off guard, the two fell to the ground, but people scattered around surrounded him, they didn't shoot Lin Xin, they just fought with their bare hands as much as possible.

With more than a dozen people fighting against him, Lin Xin's momentum gradually weakened, and his breathing became short of breath.

Just after he knocked down a powerful character, he was hit hard behind him. Lin Xin half-kneeled, his knees hitting the ground heavily, and then more than a dozen people punched him together. His chest was kicked several times, and Lin Xin rolled over. , bent down to protect the right calf, and as a result, the back was attacked more violently.At first he was stiff and tense, and then he seemed to be completely unconscious, curled up in a ball with his arms around him.

When Deputi came over, Lin Xin seemed to be asleep, his eyes were slightly closed, he was terribly quiet, his face had long since lost color, and his breathing was shallow.

"I don't expect Qiao Yisheng to save you, but I plan to fight to the death? He treats you like this." He slowly bent down, looked at Lin Xin carefully, patted his face, and the heavy leather shoes hit his spine hard again. Kicked up, and then smiled: "If I knew it, I wouldn't bother you like this, what a pity." After speaking, he turned his back, took out the Hermes scarf, and wiped his hands leisurely.

Lin Xin's hand holding his calf quickly reached into his boots and took out a Browning. The two of them were one step away. He met Deputi's leg in an instant, then slowly got up, and the gun walked along his leg to The waist, then the shoulders and neck, and finally the temples.

Lin Xin smiled, his face still pale:

"It's not easy for you to lose your defense."

Immediately, more than a dozen guns were pointed at Lin Xin, and he pressed the opponent's temple, and smiled wryly: "I haven't touched a gun very much, this one is purely for self-defense, don't blame me if it goes off."

Everyone disarmed immediately.

Blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, dripping in clusters, Lin Xin wiped it off with the back of his hand, and said in a low voice, "Take me to get things related to my brother, nothing less."

Lin Xin is so determined to help Lin Yuan not only because he is the eldest brother, but also because his personal future is secondary. There is only one child in the family who inherits the mantle, and his fortune is directly related to the whole family.Lin Xin is an idler at home and can't help at ordinary times. At this time, the responsibility can't escape.

Aside from the ammunition in his calf that could endanger his life at any time, even if his life is not in the hands of others, this kind of matter related to the honor and disgrace of the family, he still hopes to solve it by himself and take up the responsibility of a man instead of resorting to people.

Lin Xin got the item, and after checking it, he squinted his eyes and raised his chin:

"Lend you a match."

Deputi took out a box of exquisite matches from the pocket of his suit, and took out one to set it on fire. Lin Xin put the contents of a paper bag together, lit it, and fanned it twice, making the fire even bigger.

When it was almost burnt to the end, Lin Xin threw away the little bit left in his hand, and then escorted Deputi into the car.

Lin Xin sat in the passenger seat, watched the other party drive, took a sip of water, but unfortunately there was still blood in his mouth, and a fishy-sweet smell rushed straight to his throat.

He choked a few times, then asked:

"You must be thinking, what will you do to kill me when you go back, don't you?"

The other party didn't answer, Lin Xinqiang still pointed at him and patiently explained:

"Remember a year ago, you wanted to invest in Xiayi International, but you were rejected?"

Seeing that the other party still didn't understand, Lin Xin added hoarsely:

"Unfortunately, I am one of the minority shareholders, and I am also a legal adviser. I have found out about your net worth through layers of connections. Most of it is black money. How dare you want it. But a while ago, I only found out that you were the investor at that time. , You probably don’t even think about it yourself, a hundred secrets and a sparse one. When I checked your company last year, I caught a lot of current ones. You probably know better than me how many criminal evidences you have now. I also know that people like you are not afraid of the police and justice. , but the rules of the Tao still have to be said, once you release those disgraceful things, it will be enough to torment you."

Lin Xin breathed weakly, coughed a few times and continued:

"We are even. You can detonate the ammunition at any time. I have no bones left. I can also disperse your things. Black and white are not easy to mess with. If you think about it, we can make a deal : If you dismantle the things in my legs, I will satisfy you."

Lin Xin paused, remembered something, and smiled again:

"As for Qiao Yisheng, it has nothing to do with me, you should find someone else."