Wanderer

Chapter 117

Coming out of the office, looking at the still clean phone screen, Wen Hai cursed again, standing in the corridor and smoking a cigarette facing the vent.

Hong Dui followed him out, and seeing this man's annoyed and helpless look, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It's not abusive now? Didn't you blink when you stabbed yourself with a knife... I see You still think that you are not angry enough, but holding back your energy makes the wound inflamed."

Wen Hai paused for a moment in dusting off the cigarette, then directly pinched the cigarette, and muttered "It's all right" in a low voice.

"It's okay. You got shot. I had to write three more pages for the action report. The bad thing was that the skin was scratched. Otherwise, I would have to write the resignation report all the way." Hong Dui bumped Wen Hai with his elbow. , teasingly said: "The one at home still ignores you?"

"Maybe it's because I'm busy with work." Wen Hai smiled wryly, "Everything they talk about now is a business worth tens of millions or hundreds of millions. Time is no more expensive than our group of cattle and horses who get food money."

"You have a problem with your mentality." Hong Dui said seriously, "Tomorrow we will hold a thought study conference and call you over to listen and be influenced."

"But forget it, if I have a problem with my mentality, I would have run away with the white dog." Wen Hai said that the wound on his arm was throbbing suddenly. eyes, waved his hands nonchalantly, and asked, "Is the white dog really dead?"

Just like what they had expected, Baigou really wanted to set up a new family, while the evil master was half-coaxed and half-deceived by him to call him "retirement", but he was hiding somewhere under house arrest.Wen Hai followed Baigou around Zhangcheng for more than a week, and visited several local "big brothers". It seems that it is not he or the evil master who is holding back his energy to make a comeback, but the grandson who has been sentenced to death and is about to be executed immediately, and Zhang Fanming is acting outside for his grandpa. of.

He made a good calculation, but unfortunately he miscalculated the most critical step-the so-called Jiang is still old and hot, and the evil master may just be watching a monkey show.

Sure enough, on the third day after Baigou came to Wenhai, the cronies of the evil master also followed the clues and entered the door of the room. With Wenhai's gun that had been prepared for a long time on his forehead, he explained his purpose in a calm manner.Mr. Evil has a general understanding of the ins and outs of the matter. He believes that Mr. Zhang, you are not the kind of person who takes advantage of others' danger and can't understand the situation in front of you. The mainland is not as good as it was decades ago. It's really hard to stay on your heels. If you are willing to stop bothering with the white dog, leave the goods and take the money away, you can hurry and run while the night is dark and the wind is high.

Wen Hai is not an idiot either. If he really left the goods and took the money and ran away, what was waiting for him outside the door of this hostel was either a shot from the white dog or a knife from the evil master. Many close friends died along the way. He was still very surprised at the time, because fierce conflicts are most likely to erupt near the border. There are more and more accidents that may happen. It is unreasonable to open fire many times with such fanfare when approaching Tongcheng. Now he understands that this is probably not "the two sides exchanged fire and was killed on the spot", but "dog bites dog". earth blood.

After sending his cronies away, Wen Hai turned around and contacted Bai Gou, purposely slurring his words, as if some other boss had come to win him over and wanted him to do things with him, but the person who came to him was He refused to reveal his identity, but asked Baigou who he thought was most likely.The white dog smiled grimly at the other end, saying that wouldn't hurt the peace, at this time, why would anyone still want to poach the corner of the evil master?

yes.Wen Hai chuckled, it's already this time, do you still think Mr. Nie is not down-and-out enough?It's not a thing.

The white dog's voice suddenly became cold, and asked Zhang, what the hell do you mean?

"Don't worry, Brother Bai, have you heard a story about the old emperor choosing the prince..." Wen Hai played with a pistol in his hand, and said unhurriedly: "The old emperor planned to establish a prince when he was seriously ill. One son was the best at reading, and the other A son is the best at war, and a son is the best at maneuvering, which one do you think he chose in the end?"

"It's because I'm ignorant, why don't Brother Zhang tell me directly?"

"Books can be read at any time, and there are generals who can fight battles. As for power tactics? If a person wants to achieve that position, he will not have to be forced out of his stomach." Wen Hai filled the magazine with bullets, and put his fingertips on the screen. He tapped on the top twice, and continued: "How could the old emperor have the intention to establish a prince when he was seriously ill? If I were him, I would wait for me to recover and choose the most honest prince when I was sick... Then Here comes the problem again, those who study are too pedantic, those who fight wars have no intentions, and those who exercise power are immoral, brother Bai, if you were the old emperor, which son would you most want to get rid of when you recover from illness?"

After hanging up the phone, Wen Hai continued to wipe the gun, and said the answer to himself: "Of course it is to kill the most dishonest one."

Four days later, led by Zhang Fanming, who was going to deliver goods to the evil master, the police discovered the hiding place of the white dog and the evil master. While escaping, the white dog encountered a car accident on the way, and he and the car fell off a deep cliff beside the road around the mountain. "Zhang Fanming" was arrested in a scuffle with the police, and the villain at the center of the storm escaped again.It's a pity that this time it was really too hasty, and the cunning rabbit didn't have time to dig the remaining two holes, and the exposed tail dragged all over the ground. It was only a matter of time before he was arrested.

Wen Hai was slightly injured, and he cut the knife across his thigh. At that time, he led people to say that he "broke through" but actually sent a group of young people to the ambush circle. After he came out, he wanted to explain to the white dog. I can only "gloriously wounded". The shot in the arm was accidentally injured in the melee. It may be one of his own people, or a bad man or a white dog. When he died, God saved him time and time again, and now he is focused on running to the road of life, and it would be too boring not to save him a dead life.

Looking at the outline of the gauze exposed under Wen Hai's shirt, Team Hong nodded: "Well, the body has been found, there is something very interesting..."

Wen Hai turned to look at him, "What?"

"The brakes and engine of the car driven by the white dog have been tampered with." Team Hong stared at Wenhai without looking sideways. The question is, how did he know that the white dog would definitely drive that off-road vehicle the day he escaped?"

"There is a white dog's eyeliner next to the evil master, and there is naturally a evil master by the white dog's side. It's nothing strange."

"Actually, there was another person who overturned and got out of the car with the white dog. He was a veteran of the evil master. He had been with the evil master for at least 30 years. His name was Yan Feng. The white dog was actually driving Yan Feng's car this time." Team Hong Tapped his knuckles lightly on the window sill, "During the interrogation, a young man mentioned something..."

"Captain Hong." Wen Hai interrupted him lightly, "It's done."

"He said that once he drank too much, Yan Feng swears at his mother madly, saying that they have nothing to grow, and they don't know how to work hard with the evil master. He helped the evil master get rid of a policeman who was in the way decades ago...what's it called? Dui Hong was startled by the coldness in Wen Hai's eyes, turned his face away subconsciously, and said, "I forgot too, it seems that his surname is Qi, have you heard of Dui Wen?"

Wen Hai didn't answer him, instead he gave him a chuckle that didn't care much, raised his hand and patted Dui Hong on the shoulder, turned around and left.

Hong Tui seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief, and then a more dignified expression quickly climbed up the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He stared at the back of Wen Hai leaving unhurriedly, feeling inexplicably guilty, and involuntarily took out his phone, The person who answered the phone over there was on duty at the hospital, and the surrounding area was very quiet. He asked softly, "Captain Hong, what instructions?"

"How's the situation, sir?"

I stopped there for a while, talking with the nurse and doctor, and replied after a while: "I'm not very optimistic. After all, I'm an old man. After being tortured like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to live for a few days."

"Okay." Hong Dui nodded, "Do we need to add more staff? Is this hospital safe?"

"..." The phone was speechless for a moment, "No, buddy, how can you sing this song at two o'clock in the morning? You are playing 007 and brought it here for assassination?"

Hong Dui sighed with his hands on his forehead: "Yes, the main reason is that this matter has not been settled for so many years, and it is suddenly resolved so smoothly, I am a little worried, and I always feel that there is something waiting to play big... Oops, bah bah bah !"

"Hurry up!" The other side scolded with a smile, "it's so fucking smooth, it's been decades, you always go ask Wen Hai, when he came to the Drug Enforcement Bureau, he met the evil master, and at that time both sides were desperate He beat him hard, and he still didn't catch even a single hair in the end, if he doesn't catch him this time, Wen Hai's grandson will probably shoot himself in the head with one shot."

"Hmm...sounds like something he'd do."

"What's the matter?" Over there, he heard something wrong with his tone, "You haven't told Wen Hai that evil master has caught him, have you?"

"Not yet, his master was worried that he would be emotionally unstable, so he told him to wait a few days later."

"What's so unstable about this, this is something that should be celebrated by the whole world!"

"Let's talk about it." Hong Dui looked at the direction Wen Hai left again, and after confirming that there was no one there, he asked again worriedly: "Be sure to look after people, and there must be no mistakes at this moment."

"Don't worry, you old..."

Hearing Hong Dui's voice, Wen Hai, who was hiding in the corner of the corridor, extinguished the cigarette in his hand. This time he didn't use his usual two fingers. Xiang, he shuddered from the pain, then threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, greeted his colleagues who had returned home from overtime as if nothing had happened, glanced at his phone, and was about to go home.

On the way home, he made up a stomach full of soft words for the ten-minute journey, how tired and disgusting he was, and finally forced himself to have goosebumps, and the text message he sent to Bai Yunqi was still half-dead. .Sitting on the sofa, Wen Hai was angry with himself, and said to himself, I'm a fucking ass, I'm so fucking useless, why can't I be ashamed if I apologize to others?

He played the game with a sullen face for more than an hour. He held back his energy and did not upgrade his equipment or add skill points. He was killed by more than a dozen enemy soldiers seven or eight times. After restarting, the mother actually reverted to him!

The full stomach full of evil fire that had finally vented out also followed the file. Wen Hai glanced at the still empty phone screen, and after calling someone twice or turning off the phone, his hair was about to be completely burned , slammed the handle on the ground and cursed "fuck", and sent the word to some brat who needed a beating.

At the same time, in the advanced ward of the Third City Hospital, the old man who was dying on the bed quietly stopped breathing, and the electrocardiogram fluctuated slightly, and finally drew a straight horizontal line.

"drop--"

Wen Hai, who had just fallen asleep, woke up inexplicably. The window was not closed tightly, and he could hear the whistling of the wind. He suddenly panicked, as if something had come to an end.

The postman's second doorbell finally rang.

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Thank you for your comments and votes. The ultimate goal of this article is probably Amway's "The Postman Always Rings the Bell Twice".