Chapter 1779

Jing Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but his thoughts were more and more blurred. The cloth on the eyes should have just been brutally beaten by the other party, but it slipped down by an inch, and a faint light could be felt in the corner of the eye.

He tried to open his eyes to see these criminals clearly, but the next moment, blood flowed into his eyes, which made his eyes hot and painful. In front of a piece of blood light, all the figures are fuzzy. He took a breath and had to close his eyes again.

"It doesn't look like it was sent by my husband. There are a lot of people coming." Someone came back.

"Damn it! Whatever it is, kill one by one! Let's kill a group! Take all the guns The head of a low drink, the next moment, Jingrong will hear a burst of disordered footsteps. As well as the roaring outside, the closer the car sounds.

a line of motorcade appeared in the morning sunshine.

The first beautiful man who jumped out of the car had a cold and cruel look on his face, which made the whole morning dawn look bleak.

At first, the man was still arrogant, but now when he saw Wen Yanzhi, his legs were shaking.

That look, sharp as if to peel their skin alive.

"Boss, how could it be Mr. Wen?" Wen Yanzhi is a well-known man in the black capital of Commerce and politics.

It is said that the business Kingdom under the vice president's hand is managed by him. Tang Jue, a famous night owl and military tycoon on the black road, also has contacts with him. If he wants to crush a person, it is like killing an ant.

It's just, why is he here today?

Did you come to find what you want?

"Master Wen, I didn't expect you to come. You are so busy, how can you be free... "

"Bang..." and before he finished speaking, he was shot in the knee. The other party fell to his knees with a thump. Wen Yanzhi's face was as cold as death. He walked step by step. His cold breath made people shiver. He stood in front of the man with the muzzle of the gun on his forehead. "You're tired of living, aren't you? Even my men dare to move? "

As soon as the man heard Wen Yanzhi's words, he felt cold and sweat on his forehead.

"Master Wen, I I'm blind! I never knew that stinky kid No, that child has something to do with you. "

"What about others?" Wen Yanzhi's voice was low.

Such a question made the man kneel on the ground and dare not speak. Wen Yanzhi glared, and the gun in his hand tightened. Other people on the side were scared to kneel down with a sound of "poop Tong." master Wen, be merciful

Wen Yanzhi suddenly had an ominous premonition. He was so angry that he put his foot on the man's shoulder and pushed him down. He turned around and told the people who were following him, "take care of them all. If anyone dares to move around, he will give me a shot! "

"Yes." Everyone agrees.

"Master Wen, Jingrong is here!" The solemn and cold voice sounded in the open room.

Wen Yanzhi didn't care about the people outside and rushed to the abandoned building. Inside the picture, let him mercilessly a shock - that clean youth, at the moment, is a body in a mess to fall on the ground. He only wore a white shirt, which was splashed wet and stuck on his body. The white shirt was dyed red with blood. There is also a pool of blood on the ground.

His thin body trembled, and his white face was now full of terrible dark green. His hands and feet were bound. I don't know whether it was because of the cold or the injury was too serious. His limbs were so stiff that he couldn't move.

What kind of scene has Wen Yanzhi never seen? But this scene, still let his head congest, eyes frightening outburst, in the eyes float root blood silk.

Solemn is also used to see life and death, but this cruel scene, or let him bear. How could these villains lay such a heavy hand on a child!

He looked at Wen Yan, turned around and went out.

Wen Yanzhi took a breath and stopped the solemnity with his long arm.

"Master Wen, let me kill them!"

"No, keep it. Let me do it myself!" Every word of Wen Yanzhi's exit seems to be squeezed out of his teeth. Cold as stone.

Solemn wanted to say something, but looked back at the dying teenager in the pool of blood, and finally did not say a word. "I'll get the medical staff in."

Wen Yan walked towards Jing Rong step by step. Every step is as heavy as lead.

He clasped his hands on his side, and every finger was trembling. He was used to lawlessness from childhood to adulthood, and had never been afraid of anything. But at this moment, looking at the unconscious youth on the ground, he began to have a strong fear.

Fear this person, leave like this, never open eyes again.

He squatted down, trying to hold the boy in his arms. However, looking at him covered with blood, he did not know where to start.

He carefully clasped him in his arms. The young man seemed to feel that someone touched him and moved in panic. The subtle action was called Wen Yanzhi's heartache. His trembling lips, close to the young dark green cheek, comforted and whispered: "don't be afraid, it's me It's OK. Well, it's all right in the future... "Jingrong is confused, but when he hears the familiar voice, his fear slowly dissipates.

His tight body relaxed a little.

His eyelashes moved, trying to open. Wen Yanzhi slowly took off the blindfold from his eyes.

A pair of young eyes lax looking at him. At the moment, his eyes were covered with blood, but still as pure as before, so clean that Wen Yanzhi was heartbroken and guilty.

"It's my fault..." Wen Yanzhi's voice was trembling, "I shouldn't have let you buy breakfast alone. I should have gone! "

Jingrong pulled his lips with difficulty, and his voice was like gossamer, "come out with you, I'm really He was almost dismembered... "

After saying this, he seemed to know that he was completely in a daze.

"Doctor!"

"Doctor!"

Wen Yanzhi yelled, his voice was hoarse.

"Coming!" The rapid footsteps of medical staff, several people carrying the horizontal bar to run inside. The doctor followed with the medicine box.

Wen Yanzhi untied the rope on the boy's hands and feet. He felt something wrong with his bones. He felt cold in his heart and couldn't imagine. He only put the strength on his hands more soft. However, under such action, the more and more red eyes.

"Be careful, he's full of injuries!" Wen Yanzhi reminded the medical staff. The medical staff carefully put the boy on the horizontal bar.

The paramedics lifted him into the car.

In the whole abandoned building, only two people, Jingrong and solemn, were left. Solemn and gloomy, he looked at Wen Yan, who was squatting on the ground with a more and more gloomy look. He opened his mouth in a low voice: "look at Jingrong's injury I'm afraid we'll all be disabled. "

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