The development of the power grid was organized by Qin Zhan's team, and it was his people who controlled the data when it was put into operation. In the past few years, many forces have been pursuing it from various parties, but the final seller has not yet been finalized.
Qin Zhan actually didn't have much hostility towards the existence of the Ye Gang, especially since the other party was linked to Song Ye's sister Yunhua. He didn't even hunt down the night gang ruthlessly, but now he looked at the ground With this puddle of bright red blood, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and his face showed solemnity.
If the power grid data is leaked, then he will have to re-examine Ye Gang.
The night wind is cold, and all the illusions in the darkness are being torn apart bit by bit, and the cruelty of the truth is gradually exposed to the world in a bloody state.
Song Ye ran all the way back to the downtown area, but did not go back to the base directly. She released the person in the unrented lattice shop at the corner of the street, and he would wake up naturally after the anesthesia passed.
Holding her injured shoulder and looking at the blood stains, she took out a towel from the space and wrapped it around her wrist. Looking at the silent darkness outside, she turned around and left with a pale face.
It's four o'clock in the morning, the winter night is still very dark, I can't see my fingers, and the cold wind blows outside the window. It's a good time to warm the bed.
Le Mingyu was still sleeping soundly in his sweet dream, when suddenly he heard the doorbell ringing outside the house.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong, the rapid ringing made him suddenly open his eyes from his sleep, quickly woke up, got out of bed, and turned on the surveillance camera at the door.
"Song Ye?" Les Yu was startled when he saw the person coming, then put on his nightgown and hurriedly went to open the door.
This is his private villa. Even his younger brother Le Mingyu doesn't know about it. He only told Song Ye last time.
And he didn't expect that the other party would come to his door one day.
Opening the door, the cold wind outside suddenly rushed in, and the smell of blood in the air hit him. Lesyu looked at the face as pale as paper in front of him, and his heart tightened, "Are you injured?"
"Yes." Song Ye responded softly. He had already entered the house and was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Then he fell to the side as if he was exhausted, "Prepare hot water, alcohol, scissors and bandages for me. "
Hearing that her voice was hoarse and weak, Lesyu guessed that her bleeding shoulder must have been shot, so he went upstairs to get the medicine box without saying a word.
After a while, he prepared all the things, turned on the bright light, and helped Song Ye cut off the clothes on his shoulders little by little. Under the wet black clothes with blood stains, there was a bloody hole, and the surrounding skin was too fair. , making the wound look even more shocking.
"Sniper rifle? Have you met a killer?" Les Yu knew the weapons well and could determine the type of gun at a glance by the condition of the wound.
"Ha, it's more troublesome than a killer." Song Ye sneered, but didn't answer much. Instead, he asked, "Do you know how to get bullets?"
Les Yu raised his eyebrows, "That's natural, but don't blame me for taking advantage of you." After all, Song Ye was still a sixteen-year-old minor, so he still felt a little uneasy about his conscience.
Hearing this, Song Ye leaned back on the sofa and curled her lips, "Then stop talking nonsense." It hurt sooner or later, so she hurriedly finished the matter. After saying this, she took a towel and bit it in her mouth.
Les Yu moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he swallowed his words.
He knew how painful it was to take out bullets. Even a man might not be able to bear it, let alone a sixteen-year-old girl. He wanted to persuade Song Ye to go to a private hospital for an injection, but he remembered that she came to him late at night because she didn't want anyone to trace her whereabouts, so he didn't say anything.
The blood stains on half of the shoulders were disinfected and wiped clean with iodine. Without the blood stains covered, the thumb-sized hole on the lower part of the skin looked even more terrifying.
Lesyu took a small knife and sterilized it with alcohol. The hot knife was held in his hand and fell heavily on the wound. The blue blood vessels could be faintly seen on the too fair skin. He made two gestures and treated the wound for the first time. He would be nervous and say, "I'm going to do it." This sound was more like telling myself.
"Well..." Song Ye over there had lost strength due to excessive blood loss, and only made a vague response from his throat.
Les Yu took a deep breath, held Song Ye's shoulder with one hand to prevent her from moving later, and stabbed the scalpel in her other hand into her wound.
"Well..." Song Ye, who had almost fallen into a coma, suddenly trembled violently, biting the towel tightly and let out a muffled groan, and veins suddenly popped up on his neck.
Les Yu saw her fists clenched tightly on her legs and couldn't bear it, but he had to calmly continue to cut the flesh of the wound.
At this time, the movements must be fast and precise, so that Song Ye will not suffer so much pain.
Song Ye only reacted a little fiercely at the first moment, but then he didn't make any sound, not even the slightest tremor.
However, Les Yu still saw the veins on Song Ye's neck and hands appearing out of the corner of his eye, showing that she was not without any pain.
It wasn't until the bullet was taken out and a few simple stitches were stitched on the wound that Song Ye's stiff body slowly relaxed.
"Okay." Les Yu also breathed a sigh of relief, and only later did he realize that he had also been sweating just now.
"Well, thank you." Song Ye took the towel off his mouth and kept his head tilted up, but his thanks were weak.
"Haha, it's rare to see you so polite." Les Yu laughed softly, got up and walked to the bathroom to deal with the blood on his hands, leaving some space for Song Ye to clean himself up.
But when he returned to the living room, he found that the girl on the sofa still maintained her original posture and had fallen asleep.
"Song Ye, I want to sleep upstairs." Les Yu called, but there was no response. Looking at the other party's pale face due to excessive blood loss, he couldn't bear to call her again.
After looking at the blood on her arm, he wet the towel and wiped it clean for her gently.
The girl's skin was smooth and delicate, and her arms were slender and soft, with a sense of fragility that would break at the slightest touch. At first, it was hard for Les Yu to imagine that such a harmless girl who looked slender and needed protection would She is the leader of the Night Gang, and it is even more unimaginable that she would be so willing to risk herself for her brothers in times of crisis.
Even the process of taking out the bullet, which even a man could not bear, was done without saying a word, and he was so strong that it made people feel heartbroken.
What kind of past did such a young girl go through to be able to build such a frame of steel and iron.
This was the first time that Les Yu became curious about Song Ye.
Late at night, he carried the unconscious Song Ye to the big bed upstairs to sleep, watching the clock on the bedside point to six o'clock.
If I remember correctly, today is Song Ye's sister Yunhua's wedding.