Japan, Motozabu, Minato-ku, Tokyo, Chinese Embassy in Japan.
Li Wei'an, who once vowed never to wake up from this hazy but inescapable whiteness, woke up again from the glaring whiteness. It seemed that even the ceiling of the hospital could not avoid it, without exception. Pale.
"Well..."
The feeling of the whole body returned quickly, but it brought only powerless pain and tortured dizziness. Li Wei'an just made a slight sound and almost exhausted all the strength in his body.
"She's awake! Go! Call the ambassador!"
The people in charge of taking care of her noticed Li Wei'an's waking up immediately. A man in a white coat quickly rushed behind him and gave instructions, then immediately bent down and started to wake up.
Check its condition carefully.
After all, Li Wei'an was seriously injured, especially the almost fatal wound on his waist. If it was an inch further in, life would be ruthlessly plundered without any accident. This is not to mention the shattered and broken bones all over her body and the massive blood loss. In fact, it was a miracle from when she passed out in front of the embassy to when she survived.
"Don't fluctuate, you are not out of danger yet"
Sensing the abnormal value on the monitoring instrument, the white coat immediately said seriously to Li Wei'an.
As soon as the words in the white coat fell, the door of the room was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man with glasses came in steadily and hurriedly.
"How's it going?"
"It's very dangerous. Now that the patient has woken up, he needs to go back to BJ for treatment immediately. This will only increase the danger."
The middle-aged man wearing glasses nodded to the white coat, then turned his head to signal everyone to leave, and then sat gently beside Li Wei'an's bed.
"I am Chen Yonghua, the ambassador to Japan. Comrades from the Ministry of Security have been waiting for help. I will immediately arrange for you to go back to BJ. Given your current situation, it is too dangerous to be here."
As soon as Ambassador Chen finished speaking, Li Wei'an's monitoring device started beeping again.
"Comrade Xiao Li, don't worry about it. Minister Kong and his superiors personally made the arrangements for the matter here."
After looking at the monitoring equipment, Ambassador Chen hurriedly made a gesture of pressing down with his hands. Indeed, the top person made arrangements for this matter himself, and this reassurance should be taken by the other party quickly.
"Your condition is very bad. It is also Minister Kong's request to let you go back to BJ for treatment. This is not only for you, but also for the smooth development of my next work. Don't worry, the Ministry of Security has already communicated to us while you were in a coma. According to the latest information, Zhang Zichen is safe and sound and detained in the Tokyo Immigration Bureau. I will use the utmost diplomatic pressure to put pressure on the Japanese side, and take you and Zhang Zichen back as required by Minister Kong and the order from the top."
A short paragraph of words was sonorous and forceful, and Li Wei'an finally calmed down a little bit, but just after a little relaxation mentally, the huge dizziness and exhaustion came again irresistibly, and the physical fainting hit him again. Li Wei'an.
Japan, Tokyo, Mudera Tomorrow's residence.
There is a kind of depression in this world called the depression after glory, not to say that it has any special features, but the blessings of both positive and negative aspects, which make the depression look more dilapidated.
When Matsushita Heiji stood in front of Mudera's mansion, seeing the once indestructible building now turned crumbling, Matsushita Heiji couldn't help but sigh inwardly, it seems that after everything loses its soul, it will become ruined General.
"Let's go in and have a look (day)"
After leaving enough manpower to take over the Tokyo Immigration Bureau, Matsushita Heiji and other people visited Kidera Tototo's mansion, a place he once hated in every possible way and swore he would never set foot in this life.
I don't know if the people in black suits behind Matsushita Heiji were also infected by the depressed scene in front of them. Everyone did not respond, but followed Matsushita Heiji's footsteps and walked into the mansion slowly.
The wind is still blowing off the leaves in the huge courtyard, and there are many fresh bullet marks visible to the naked eye on many fake stones in the courtyard. The smell of blood is mixed with the smell of earth, making people who don't know it faintly sick.
"Matsushita Heiji, come and pay a visit (Japanese)"
Looking at the members of the subversive club who were still on guard at the door, Matsushita Heiji did not have any arrogant tone, but walked straight over, and reported himself to the members of the club who were on guard at the door.
as the only one who can
As a member of the subversive society, how could a person in this political circle and the ordinary people of Mu Temple who were on equal terms not know. Looking at Matsushita Heiji, who shouldn't have appeared again at this time, and the uniform black suit behind him, the members of the club who were on guard at the door nodded at him expressionlessly, as if they knew all this would definitely happen. Similarly, he slowly turned sideways and opened the door leading to the house behind him.
The lighting in the house was dim, so dim that many details in the house were blurred to the point of not being able to see clearly, Matsushita Heiji walked slowly to the living room of the room, and a pure black package lay quietly on the ground like this.
Heiji looked up at the blood splattered on the wall behind the package, and then measured the size of the package. Matsushita Heiji took both hands out of his pockets, straightened his upper body clothes, and then walked slowly towards the black package.
Countless members of the subversive club kneeling behind the black package, and those in black suits pressing into the room behind Heiji Matsushita, confronted each other nervously the moment Heiji Matsushita approached the black package.
As if feeling the atmosphere from behind and in front of him, Matsushita Heiji frowned and waved behind him, then walked in front of the black package as before, and also knelt down.
"I didn't expect to meet again, it would be like this (day)"
I can't tell what kind of emotion is in Panasonic's tone, but when he raised his hand and touched the zipper on the black package, the black suits behind him all tensed up, because doing such things within this distance, If the other party wants to make any moves, let alone any remedy, it is too late to react!
But from the moment Panasonic Heiji touched the zipper of the package, and then slowly and forcefully opened the opening by an inch, all the members of the subversive club opposite him still knelt on the spot without any unnecessary movements.
At this moment, the hearts of all the black suits behind Panasonic are in their throats, but they can't do anything right now, they have to follow everyone's eyes, and follow Panasonic Heiji's lowered hand, looking inch by inch.
As the zipper of the black package was unzipped, the first thing to be exposed was the blood-hardened hair on the forehead of Musi ordinary man, and then looking down was a blood hole that was burned by the bullet at a very close distance. . .
The shocking scene suddenly appeared, which was obviously a kind of torture to the members of the subversive society, the most loyal followers of Musi ordinary people, but even so, there was still deathly silence behind the black package.
Under the blood hole, there are the thick black-rimmed glasses of ordinary people in Musi. Behind the black-rimmed glasses, the eyes that can see everything in the world have not lost any luster, but are filled with a little smile and satisfaction. Matsushita Heiji was looking at himself.
"Sorry to bother you (day)"
The ordinary people in the same wood temple looked at each other for less than five seconds, and Matsushita Heiji used his backhand force to slowly zip up the package. In fact, it seemed to outsiders that the movements of his hands were still as smooth as before, but no one would know. The fear still lingers in Panasonic's heart, and it has not attenuated even because of the death of this person!
Matsushita Heiji retracted his hands and straightened his body, then bowed to the ground, and bowed to Mudera Tonto who was lying in the black package in front of him, and the moment his forehead touched the ground, Matsushita wiped it off with the back of his hand without leaving any traces. Wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Thank you, Mudera-kun, my previous thinking was too narrow, no matter what, this apology must be told to you personally (Japanese)"
Matsushita Heiji's move was beyond everyone's expectations, and of course no one understood what he was trying to express.