Seeing Ye Zhongjun's car flying out of the highway, Qin Ming and Tang San thought everything was settled easily.
The two chose the nearest exit, drove the car out of the expressway, and then Tang San and Qin Lang switched places. Although Tang San said it was because Qin Lang didn't have a driver's license, it was actually because Tang San was a little scared, Qin Lang was driving too wildly, and Tang San really didn't want to repeat Ye Zhongjun's mistakes.
After getting off the expressway around the city, Tang San drove the car into a repair shop.
Of course, this car doesn't need to be repaired, it's just because the people of Tangmen need to take it back, because Qin Lang's task has been completed, and of course this car won't appear in Anrong City in the short term .
At least, not again with such colors and license plates.
"I didn't expect killing people to be so simple."
Leaving the car in the repair shop, Qin Lang and Tang San took a taxi back to the hotel. After arriving in the room, Qin Lang made such a sigh.
"Easy?" Tang San snorted, "Of course it's easy to be rich! If you have money, complicated things will become very simple; if you don't have money, simple things will become complicated. For example, if you don't If you give money to buy news from Tangmen, but don’t give money to rent a car, do you think things will be so simple? In fact, as long as you have money, there are simpler things. You don’t even need to do it yourself, and leave it to professional killers. Don’t take any risk, isn’t it simpler.”
"Hearing what you said, it seems to make sense." Qin Lang nodded slightly.
"Nonsense! The reason we professionals exist is to make complicated things simple enough." Tang San snorted, "It's you who made simple things complicated."
"I know that as long as you have money, it's really easy to hire a killer. But you should admit that for some things, it's more comfortable to kill some people by yourself, what do you think?"
Tang San thought about it carefully, and agreed with Qin Lang's point of view: "That's right, killing with your own hands will give you pleasure, if you let someone else do it for you, it's like watching a dream AV movie, you fantasize about yourself in the last movie* *, but in fact it is someone else doing the work for you, and it is not you who gets the real pleasure in the end.”
"That's right, your analysis looks professional." Qin Lang smiled, took out the beer that had been chilled before, opened two bottles, handed Tang San a bottle, and then the two touched each other with the bottles. Congratulations on the success of today's operation. But Tang San spit out the wine as soon as he took a sip of wine, and what made him spit out was a short message——
Target alive!
Ye Zhongjun didn't die!
"He's still alive! Why didn't he die!" After seeing the news, Qin Lang sighed depressingly, and then added, "He must die!"
"Nonsense! This is inevitable! The two of us will do it ourselves. If he doesn't die, I'll be ashamed to call myself a professional killer in the future!" Tang San snorted, "Damn it, it's really good people who don't live long and harm the living Thousands of years! After such a fierce impact, this guy is still alive!"
"Oh, what a perfect 'accident', I never imagined that because it was so perfect, even God would have a hard time with us and give us a 'surprise'. However, the 24-hour disappearing real-time information service should not be over yet, it seems We still need to plan an 'accidental death', and I don't believe he's still alive this time!" After Qin Lang finished speaking, he drank the bottle of beer in his hand upside down.
Tang Sect's real-time information came back quickly. The hospital where Ye Zhongjun lived, the ward number, and even the number of bodyguards the Ye family provided for him were all included in the information.
This time, Qin Lang and Tang San just had a brief discussion and went to the hospital where Ye Zhongjun was.
Because Qin Lang began to find that no matter how careful and perfect the plan is, it is difficult to achieve an absolutely perfect result. If the reality could be carried out meticulously according to the plan, Ye Zhongjun would have been a dead person long ago, instead of staying in the surgical intensive care ward on the fifth floor of Anrong Orthopedic Hospital.
At this time, Ye Zhongjun had come to his senses after the operation. Although he had broken bones in several places, his life was not in danger. At this time, Ye Zhongjun's parents were discussing his condition with the doctor outside the ward.
"Doctor, what's the situation with my son?" Ye Zhongjun's mother asked.
"There should be no major problems." The doctor said, "The operation was successful, and the others are already awake."
"This... Doctor, although he is awake, he was talking in his sleep before he woke up, saying that he was killed by a praying mantis, and that a praying mantis took revenge on him and claimed his life..." Mother Ye said worriedly.
"During the operation just now, he also said similar things." The doctor frowned and said, "Is he afraid of praying mantises?"
"How could my son be afraid of this thing!" Ye Zhongjun's father snorted, "Could it be that his brain was hit, didn't you check carefully!"
"Mr. Ye, how could we be so careless? We did a brain CT for Young Master Ye, and we are sure that there should be nothing wrong with his brain. However, the brain is a very mysterious and sensitive part. What's more, when people talk nonsense, it doesn't necessarily mean that the brain has been hit, and it may also be due to other reasons, such as some kind of stimulation." The doctor analyzed.
"Mantis—damn mantis!" At this moment, Ye Zhongjun's scream came from inside the ward!
Ye Zhongjun's parents and the doctor rushed into the ward, but they didn't find any praying mantises in the ward, so Ye's mother comforted him and said, "Zhongjun, there are no praying mantises here, don't be afraid."
"Yes! It was just outside the window, didn't you see it!" Ye Zhongjun's face showed panic, "Really, a red praying mantis is as red as blood, and it is staring at the window glass. I... challenged me, it was the same one on the highway before... yes, that's... it came again!"
"Son, don't worry...it's okay, mom is here, no one dares to ask for your life!" Mother Ye said comfortingly.
Father Ye frowned and said, "Zhongjun, you are a man from our Ye family, how could you be so scared by a bug!"
"Dad... that's not an ordinary bug, it's a life-threatening ghost... that's right, I remember that time when I bumped into someone, the blood was so red—"
"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense!" Father Ye interrupted Ye Zhongjun loudly, and then called the doctor outside, "What's wrong with my son, is there something wrong with the anesthesia?"