"Phew!"
"Phew!"
"Phew!"
……
In the back seat of the black Bentley.
The 57-year-old vice president of the Yang Cheng Chamber of Commerce, Huang Yonghui, was sweating profusely and his body was trembling.
He panted heavily.
Huang Yonghui's eyes widened as he looked at the bloody palm prints on the window.
Just now.
He watched helplessly as Lu Zhiyi was covered in blood. He reached out his hand and slapped the car window again and again.
Huang Yonghui noticed…
Lu Zhiyi's eyes were gradually bloodshot, and his movements were getting weaker and weaker. He leaned weakly against the car door.
……
At the last moment of his life.
Lu Zhiyi wanted to get into the car.
Huang Yonghui knew why.
He was a person who was afraid of death, so the carriage was always equipped with the necessary medical and emergency equipment…
Perhaps if he opened the car door, Lu Zhiyi would be saved!
Such a thought appeared in his mind.
But immediately.
Huang Yonghui's expression revealed a touch of ruthlessness. He could not care less about the so-called upper-class culture. He spat fiercely,
"Who knows if he will kill me?”
"It's just a dog that I raised!”
Huang Yonghui cursed.
It was as if he wanted to use this method to vent the fear in his heart.
……
At the intersection where the crowd was panicking.
Ye Yuan looked at the Bentley not far away. In front of the driver's seat door, Lu Zhiyi who was covered in blood leaned back.
His expression did not change much.
He placed the last bun in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it cleanly.
He picked up the straw and poked it into the soy milk cup in his hand.
His calm eyes focused on the path that only he could see.
'At 8:46:21 a. m., the glass shards falling from the sky pierced the carotid artery of Huang Yonghui's driver, Lu Zhiyi…'
'At 8:46:56 in the morning, Huang Yonghui quickly locked the car when he saw his subordinate trying to open the car door to seek emergency treatment. He looked out of the car in fear and saw Lu Zhiyi who kept hitting the window…'
" 8:49:37 AM. No amount of pressure could control the gushing blood. Lu Zhiyi lost all the blood in his body very quickly. His heart started to stop, and his brain was also suffering from blood loss and oxygen depletion…Lu Zhiyi died.'
Ye Yuan turned around and left.
……
Huang Yonghui's Bentley was a custom-made bulletproof car. It was a special vehicle.
He had already calculated all of this in his path.
Not too long later.
A black Mercedes-Benz drove out from the intersection not far away.
The convoy stopped in front of the Bentley.
Old Yu, the butler of Tan Pingqian, the chairman of the Sheep Farm Chamber of Commerce, got out of one of the cars.
He lowered his head and glanced at Lu Zhiyi, who was no longer breathing. He waved his hand behind him and said in a deep voice,
"Carry him down."
……
Thump…Thump…Thump…
Old Yu walked to the window of the backseat, reached out, and knocked on the glass steadily.
Inside the carriage.
When Huang Yonghui saw Old Yu and the convoy, his face revealed a look of joy.
However, he still had no intention of opening the door.
Huang Yonghui's lips turned pale as he dialed Old Yu's number.
Old Yu, who was also in his seventies and had been following Tan Pingqian since his youth, hung up the phone and nodded at Huang Yonghui behind the glass.
When he turned around.
A hint of dissatisfaction appeared on his face.
The old butler waited at the side.
……
Another ten minutes passed.
A fleet of carriages came from afar.
The convoy surrounded Huang Yonghui's Bentley.
Bodyguards in black suits walked out of the convoy in an orderly manner.
Under everyone's gaze.
One by one, the bodyguards kept looking at all the possible accidents around them…
After confirming that there were no mistakes.
The bodyguards formed a human wall and stood in front of the driver's seat.
……
Inside the carriage.
Huang Yonghui took a deep breath, half-squatted, and leaned back.
Then, he unlocked the safety lock in the car.
The driver's door was opened at the same time. The middle-aged security guard sat in the car and the door was slammed shut.
"Master."
The middle-aged security guard looked at Huang Yonghui through the rearview mirror and shouted.
"Yes."
Huang Yonghui tidied his wrinkled clothes and nodded.
……
Yang Cheng, Detective Bureau, gray six-story building.
In the monitoring room.
Cheng Xiaoxian and the others from the National Security Bureau, as well as more than a dozen criminal investigation experts, looked at the projection from the surveillance camera at the intersection with a strange expression.
The Bentley was surrounded by a fleet of more than ten cars.
Further behind.
It was the Mercedes-Benz team sent by Tan Pingqian, the president of the Sheep Farm Chamber of Commerce.
Even though it was a huge convoy made up of dozens of carriages, it still seemed to be waiting for something.
……
On the screen.
The police cars and ambulances were all blocked outside the convoy.
At this moment.
The sound of a propeller could be heard from the horizon. Then, a helicopter began to slowly descend.
The huge convoy started their engines.
Above the motorcade, the helicopter was piloting, observing every intersection that might have an accident.
……
No one spoke at the long table.
Cheng Xiaoxian reached out his hand and habitually twirled a strand of slightly curled hair on his forehead. His eyes revealed a thoughtful look.
"Gather all the current quantities.”
"Is it possible for our headquarters to set up an 'accidental event' to kill this gentleman hiding in the car?”
long while
Cheng Xiaoxian let go of his hair and looked up at Xie Jiawen.
"Very difficult."
Xie Jiawen frowned and shook her head.
"The data that needs to be calculated, the information that needs to be summarized, the variables that need to be excluded, and the quantity that needs to be determined are almost astronomical…"
"Perhaps, if we are sufficiently prepared and use the resources of our supercomputer, we might be able to do it.”
Xie Jiawen said hesitantly.
The supercomputer resource she was talking about was a supercomputer used by the government to supervise the entire inner world of the State of Zhao, just like the Skynet in movies and dramas.
There were only a few supercomputers of this scale in the Shadow World where the strong preyed on the weak.
"I understand."
Cheng Xiaoxian nodded.
As soon as he finished speaking.
Silence returned to the monitoring room.
Pairs of eyes were fixed on the scene on the screen.
……
Yang Cheng, Hengke Real Estate Group.
Wang Changjiang was also watching the video that his subordinate had taken.
The helicopter was piloting.
On the ground, dozens of cars were clustered around the Bentley in the middle.
"This formation…"
Wang Changjiang said.
Huang Yonghui's 'cautious' reaction was beyond his expectations.
Financial Center Building.
Li Ruobing, who was sitting in front of her desk, put down the tablet in her hand and sighed.
……
Enning Road, Old Teahouse.
Tan Pingqian's expression was ugly. He stood up unhappily and walked out of the teahouse with his bodyguards behind him.
"Go home!"
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