A vicious and obvious footprint between the chest and abdominal cavity kicked Zhang Zichen, who was about to escape, back into the JQ again, the force was unbearable! After turning over three times in a row, Zhang Zichen was disgraced and lifelessly paralyzed on the outside of the chaos. . .
The disordered nerves thought that they were directing the body, and they were on the way to escape at the moment, but the brain suddenly controlled the eyelids to lift up, without any fatigue, and was sober enough to realize that the ceiling was still in front of him, and he was still from the JQ hospital. The patient woke up.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough!!!"
The stale stuff in his lungs almost exploded through Zhang Zichen's throat, and the feeling of being dry and torn apart filled Zhang Zichen's mouth with a hint of bloody sweetness.
"Get ready to get up..."
Besides the sick Zhang Zichen, Zhongnanhu Meijie was also in the room. It seemed that the security department didn't want to make any mistakes at this last moment, but directly arranged Meijie by Zhang Zichen's side.
Following Major's order, the door of the ward opened, and two members of the security department came in, pushing a simple wheelchair.
"There are two hours left, there can be no more mistakes"
Although Mei Jie spoke to Zhang Zichen, he never looked at Zhang Zichen from the beginning to the end, and he was indifferent to Zhang Zichen's injury.
Just like that, Zhang Zichen was carried into a wheelchair, and then pushed out of JQ Hospital. The place where he escaped after a lot of effort, he walked the entire distance in three minutes in a majestic manner.
The afterglow of the sun outside the hospital was still there, stinging Zhang Zichen's phoenix eyes suddenly, and he suddenly raised his hand to block the sunlight on his face, and then tears flowed down the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.
"How about Ah Ju..."
Mei Jie, who was walking beside Zhang Zichen, kept a distance of ten centimeters from him all the time, but within such a short distance, Zhang Zichen's words seemed to sink into the sea.
"How is Ah Ju?"
Swallowing, resisting the heart-piercing pain, Zhang Zichen trembled and raised his voice a lot.
But even so, Zhang Zichen's questioning was still muddled. None of the five people escorting him answered, and none of them changed their expressions in the slightest. They seemed to be moving just to complete the task, and all other irrelevant things were blocked. outer.
The next step is to get in the car, with the setting sun on your back, and set off in the direction of the airport.
BJ, BJSD International Airport.
This world-class super-large airport is also one of China's three major portal complex hubs. Its tourist throughput easily exceeds 100 million, and its take-off and landing times are 600,000. Countless foreigners have entered China, an ancient oriental country, here. Including a group of six Japanese who just got off the plane and finished picking up their luggage.
These six Japanese people, an old couple, a middle-aged couple, and a young man and woman, are tourists who come to China as a family. It can be easily seen from the exaggerated expressions on their faces and the mouthful of "death wide" when they see every Chinese thing.
This family should have prepared the strategy a long time ago, and they didn't rush for any time. They didn't rush to leave after picking up their luggage, but slowly strolled around the SD airport.
Matsushita Heiji arrived at SD International Airport by special plane from Tokyo Haneda International Airport an hour ago. At the moment, the group is resting in the diplomatic VIP room, waiting for the Chinese side to attend the appointment. Apparently, for the agreement between China and Japan, Matsushita Heiji is still fully responsible for the Japanese side, which means that the Ministry of Security will hand over Zhang Zichen to Matsushita Heiji as agreed.
The death of Masato Kidera was almost a catastrophe to the Japanese political circles. The subversive faction headed by Masato Kidera suddenly lost its leader. It may also be the benefit of relying too much on one person.
To put it mildly, the political faction headed by Matsushita Heiji seized the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity and quickly cleared the long-term chaotic and noisy situation in Japanese political circles with the acquiescence of the top and the support behind it. Of course, this is the actual power
For the outside world, or even for all those who don't know what happened, the picture seen by the reader shows that there has been no major change in the Japanese political circle.
But everyone in the vortex knows that Japan has changed. . .
The rights and missions that were suddenly given almost made Matsushita Heiji sleepless at night, and Matsushita Heiji was able to gradually understand Mudera's last intention. But there is no way to turn back when you open the bow. Once the grand political goal that you think about day and night is achieved, what you will bring is not everything perfect, but a very bad experience.
Heiji Matsushita, who forced himself to close his eyes, was in a mess of things in his head, like passing a train, bumping into each other again and again, and every violent collision caused Panasonic's brain nerves to collapse and jump , the nerve pain was unbearable but could not be overcome, Matsushita Heiji sat on the sofa in the diplomatic VIP room with arms folded and frowning.
"Little husband (day)"
"Yes (day)"
"Go get me a glass of water (day)"
Matsushita Heiji, frowning tightly with a painful expression, told an accompanying black suit named Xiaofu behind him, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and his body lack of water was inevitable.
After the little husband agreed, he immediately turned around to pick up water from the drinking water equipment next to him. The moment he turned around, Matsushita Heiji's tightly hugged arms suddenly loosened, and the loosened left and right hands still maintained the previous posture. He fumbled in the left inner pocket of his suit, and found a small injection device, which was quickly hidden between the index finger and middle finger of his left hand.
Just when Heiji Matsushita completed this series of actions, and hugged his hands back to his chest in the previous position, the man who was ordered to pour water happened to turn around and handed Heiji Matsushita a glass of water.
"Mr. (day)"
"Well, thank you (day)"
Taking the water glass as if nothing had happened, Matsushita Heiji drank the water in the glass in one gulp, then continued to meditate on the sofa with eyes closed and frowning.
During this period, Xiaofu, who had been looking at Matsushita Heiji from the corner of his eye, did not find anything abnormal, and after confirming that there was nothing else, he turned his gaze back.
"Please ask mom to take a picture of us (day)"
The family of Japanese tourists stopped in front of a large poster of the Great Wall hanging on the wall of the airport. The middle-aged man handed the camera to the middle-aged woman, and then greeted his father and son to the poster. Next, the three of them put on exaggerated poses, as if they had really climbed the Great Wall.
"Very good, good work, this time I have to trouble Dad to take a picture of us (day)"
The men took photos, and the women should not show weakness. There are not many people in this corridor, so it was a good opportunity to take pictures. Mom returned the camera to Dad, and as soon as she hugged her daughter, she wanted to go to the front of the poster .
"Ah...ah sorry, Keiko, I want to go to the bathroom first (day)"
The middle-aged man looked at his wife with some embarrassment, but did not take the mobile phone in her hand.