My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

Ning Nanjia was not unfamiliar with this face at all, because he had only seen his arrest warrant on the bureau's intranet not long ago, Qian Yi, a very famous young drug lord who has risen rapidly in Southeast Asia in recent years.

The smile turned around in his eyes and then disappeared completely. Seeing Ning Nanjia Qingjun's sharp eyebrows and eyes, especially his police uniform that was extremely obtrusive, Qian Yi couldn't stop his eyes from craving blood emotion,

"You policemen are like cockroaches that can't be killed. After killing one, another one will come again. It's so fucking annoying."

Ning Nanjia knew well that the villain always dies because of talking too much, so he raised his wrist and shot him without hesitation.

His brows and eyes were clear, but his marksmanship was extremely fierce, and he shot three times in a row, almost without missing a mark.

Qian Yi was wounded by him on one leg and one arm, but he still stood upright tenaciously. Not only that, he also aimed at the right time and dragged the policeman whose shirt was stripped to his feet, looking at Ning Nanjia Raising the gun, he gave a sinister smile,

"Your colleague is still heaving a sigh of relief. Try it and see if your gun is faster or mine?"

The head of the person who was dragged by him was hanging limply, and he looked unconscious and couldn't see life or death clearly. Ning Nanjia didn't dare to believe his words, but she didn't dare not to believe him either. Qian Yi with a smug face.

Seeing that Ning Nanjia seemed to be restrained, Qian Yi let out a "hum" and raised his voice to say,

"Let everyone outside of you go away, or I will drag you two to be buried together!"

If Ning Nanjia was wondering why Qian Yihaoduanduan lay here and pretended to be a dead body before, now he understands everything.

Although Qian Yi has risen quickly over the years, his methods are not glorious and he has offended many people. There are rumors that in order to monopolize the drug market in the Golden Triangle, he did not hesitate to use shady tricks secretly, and took advantage of many opponents.

According to the informant, the two groups of people trading here today have nothing to do with Qian Yi. They probably have the ambition to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Seeing that Ning Nanjia seemed to be distracted, Qian Yi raised his hand and quickly pulled the trigger.

Ning Nanjia originally thought that the shot was aimed at him, but after narrowly dodging it, he realized that the target of Qian Yi's shot was not him from the beginning, but the pile behind him that was covered by the awning. Solid stuff.

When the strong smell of gasoline diffused in the narrow space, a smug smile appeared on Qian Yi's face instantly, pointing the black muzzle of the gun at Ning Nanjia's beautiful head, he said in a rather gentlemanly manner one sentence,

"Goodbye, little policeman."

Before the confident ending tune fell, his pupils trembled suddenly, and a bullet suddenly penetrated through a small gap in the window, and shot into the center of his eyebrow with incomparable precision.

The gunfire that Qian Yi held tightly to the ground followed his falling posture out of control and sparked on the ground, followed by the gasoline dripping all over the ground, and soon crackled and burned.

Billowing smoke and sky-high flames concealed the original appearance of the entire warehouse, and the flames licked and swallowed most of the way. Ning Nanjia dragged out the policeman's body from under Qian Yi's feet with great difficulty, and was about to carry him outside. As he walked, the burnt planks above his head suddenly fell down.

In the midst of a crisis, a tall figure suddenly rushed in and hugged his head to protect him in his arms.

The burnt and fallen wooden plank hit the man's back at once, and Ning Nanjia could vaguely smell the smell of scorched flesh. Just by imagining it, he knew how bad the plank would be when it hit the person.

Ning Nanjia was tightly protected in his arms, and when the familiar atmosphere gradually enveloped him, Ning Nanjia trembled suddenly, and shouted out the man's name in a hoarse voice almost reflexively.

"Jiang Beiyu..."

The Adam's apple rolled and let out a painful moan, Jiang Beiyu gritted his teeth and pushed him, "Go!"

The flames quickly burned most of the warehouse. When Ning Nanjia carried the injured Jiang Beiyu on his back and dragged the policeman to escape, most of Jiang Beiyu's back was burnt, and his flesh was horribly exposed. Turning over, the man was also dying, his face was as pale as paper, but he did not forget to protect his head with his hands.

The lights in the operating room were on for a long time, and the night outside the window was dark and cloudy, and there was a sudden thunder in the sky.

Ning Nanjia knelt in the corner of the wall, her thin and thin body cast a small shadow on the ground, her face was pale and numb, like a dead thing, but her eyes were fixed on the operating room that had been closed for a long time Door.

Liu Zhenghong rushed over after receiving the news, and saw Ning Nanjia huddled in a corner, his whole body was so tense as if only a thread was left to support him, the breath between his lips and teeth was lighter than that of the seriously injured Jiang Beiyu , he cautiously stepped forward and called out,

"Xiaojia..."

Ning Nanjia raised her head, her red and dry eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion, but they were opened very clearly.

"Uncle Liu, Ah Yu installed location information on my phone, did you already know about it?"

Liu Zhenghong hadn't heard him call "Uncle Liu" for many years, and he was slightly taken aback. He raised his hand to wipe his sore eyes, and replied in a low voice,

"Xiao Jia, there are no major issues other than life and death. No matter how tough a person is, he is gone. Uncle Liu just doesn't want you to have regrets."

Ning Nanjia was silent, his long eyelashes drooped down, and the thick shadows made his face look thin and pale. Liu Zhenghong looked at it, and was about to persuade him to take a rest, when Ning Nanjia turned to look at the door that hadn't been seen for a long time. He opened the door that was moving, and murmured in a hoarse voice,

"I want to wait for him to come out. I have waited for too long. I have a lot to say to him."

Nearly one-third of Jiang Beiyu's back was burned. It was nearly twelve o'clock at night before he was pushed out of the operating room and returned to the ward.

Because most of the injuries were on the back, Jiang Beiyu was lying on the bed in a prone position, his broad and straight shoulders stretched out, and half of his cheek was buried on the snow-white pillow. After the anesthesia passed, his brows were tightly frowned, It seemed that even being in a coma felt uncomfortable.

Ning Nanjia just sat by the bed and watched him all night. He went home and changed his clothes when it was dawn, and then rushed to the hospital without stopping. As soon as he opened the door of the ward, he saw a man with white temples sitting inside. old man.

At the same time, a familiar voice came from behind,

"Master Ning, long time no see."

In this world, there is only one person who can call him Young Master Ning. Ning Nanjia turned around and saw Zhong Hourong as expected.

Compared with seven years ago, Zhong Hourong has not changed much, but his face looks older and his back is slightly bent. Although he still stands upright, he still looks old .

He called "Uncle Zhong", before he had time to say anything, Zhong Hourong said: "Young Master Ning, Mr. Zheng has something to talk to you about, can I?"

Ning Nanjia followed his words and looked at the old man sitting in front of Jiang Beiyu's bed. The man turned sideways to him, and his eyes fell on Jiang Beiyu who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed. Bai, looks very old and old.

After nodding his head, Ning Nanjia walked in, and just when he stopped behind Zheng Zhiyuan, he heard him sigh softly,

"My grandson has done this to save you, Mr. Ning, how are you at ease?"

Although the words were full of reproach, but the tone was calm, and the voice made it difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Ning Nanjia couldn't figure out what he meant by these words for a moment, so she stood silently with downcast eyes, looking past him to see Jiang Beiyu's face.

Still in that prone position, Jiang Beiyu's face was pale, with a lingering pain in his brows, and his frail appearance reminded Ning Nanjia of the spoiled and delicate skin he had when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. The appearance of tender meat.

It seems to have happened a long time ago, but when I think about it carefully, it seems that it just happened yesterday. Unknowingly, he and Jiang Beiyu have been entangled for so many years. After a moment of silence, he asked:

"Mr. Zheng, can I take Jiang Beiyu home?"

There seemed to be a little mocking emotion on his face, Zheng Zhiyuan sneered, "Do you think I can decide this issue?"

Withered fingers lifted up and gently touched the ends of Jiang Beiyu's hair. His eyes were filled with anger, but he finally pressed them back. He stared at the unconscious Jiang Beiyu with a look of mourning and anger.

"My grandson is good at everything, just like his mother, he has a tendon, and he won't turn around if he admits a dead person. He values ​​you more than his life. Even if I lock him, he can break it." My hands and feet crawled back to find you."

Hearing that the old man's angry voice contained obvious love and concern for Jiang Beiyu, Ning Nanjia lowered his head and said softly and gratefully,

"Thank you."

After this day, Zheng Zhiyuan never came to visit Jiang Beiyu again. Ning Nanjia took a long time off and stayed by Jiang Beiyu's bed every day. Jiang Beiyu finally woke up on the third night.

He just got a new medicine on his back, he put his head on the pillow, opened his eyes and saw Ning Nanjia who was asleep on the bedside, his eyeballs were slightly dazed, and he blinked after looking at it for a long time Eyes, after making sure that the person in front of him had not disappeared, he blinked again, and after blinking three times in a row, he dared to go up and touch Ning Nanjia's cold and thin cheek.

Ning Nanjia has been sleeping very lightly these days, and he woke up almost when Jiang Beiyu's breath approached, raised his sleepy eyes and saw the other party leaning over, he stopped the movement of raising his head, and let Jiang Beiyu reached out to touch his cheek.

Seeing that Ning Nanjia was so obedient, Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, "What? After receiving my life-saving grace, you plan to make a promise with yourself?"

Without temper, he followed his words and said "hmm", Ning Nanjia lowered his eyes and asked back, "Do you want it?"

That's right,

The narrow and dark eyes darkened slightly, and Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but licked his dry mouth lightly with the tip of his tongue.

His palms went around Ning Nanjia's neck to hug the back of his neck, staring at his clear and serious eyes for a while, he smiled suddenly,

"Yes, one life, in exchange for Ning Nanjia, it's worth it."