"Go back?" Xiao Fei held the satellite phone tightly in his hand, his eyes turning red instantly.
He didn't want to go back, but ten days had passed since one month. He still found no sign of Liu Mang.
It's not like he hasn't thought about driving the speedboat to the depths of the Sea of Death, but as long as the speedboat goes deeper again, all his equipment will malfunction. He couldn't find his direction, and he didn't even know the time. It was very strange.
"Ah, Brother Liu, where are you?" Xiao Fei roared at the endless sea. However, the sea had no other response except the sound of waves.
"I'm sorry, Brother Liu. I have to leave!"
Ten minutes passed and Xiao Fei waited no longer. He once again looked at the sea connecting with the sky, started the speedboat, rowed across the sea crazily, and disappeared quickly.
A week later, Xiaofei finally returned to Shangjing.
As soon as he met Mr. Chen, Xiaofei handed Liu Mang's things to Mr. Chen.
And the so-called thing is just a mobile phone.
"Xiao Fei, go down and have a rest!" Mr. Chen sighed after taking the mobile phone handed over by Xiao Fei.
"Yes, boss!" Xiaofei walked away silently with tears in his eyes.
"Grandpa, Liu Mang... Is Liu Mang really dead?" Xiao Fei had just left, and Chen Jiao, who had been following Mr. Chen, couldn't control herself anymore, and tears instantly flowed down.
Mr. Chen held Liu Mang's cell phone tightly and said sadly: "Jiaojiao, I'm afraid that boy was buried in the sea more than a month ago. It's just that we don't want to believe this fact, so Xiaofei waited there. .”
Liu Mang was called into the demon hunting team. He never thought that Liu Mang, a terrifying being known as the God of Death, would die in the sea of death. Heart-wrenching grief.
"Alas, I will never hear anyone dare to call me Old Man Chen again!" Old Chen sighed heavily again.
"Woooo..." Chen Jiao was already speechless.
Seeing Chen Jiao crying, Mr. Chen lovingly rubbed Chen Jiao's head and comforted her, and then opened Liu Mang's cell phone.
As soon as I turned on my phone, text message reminders kept ringing.
A few minutes later, Mr. Chen opened the missed calls on his mobile phone.
"Little Witch, eight hundred missed calls. Father, four hundred missed calls. Uncle Li, one hundred missed calls. Little Pepper, one hundred missed calls. Old Man Chen, ten missed calls... . ... "
When he saw the words 'Old Man Chen' displayed on his mobile phone, Mr. Chen suddenly felt the urge to cry.
However, he is already old and has experienced too many storms. He won't cry, let alone cry.
"call!"
Mr. Chen took a deep breath and called the mobile phone number of Liu Mang's father, Liu Qingcheng.
"Dudu..."
After a few rings, the call was connected.
"Mang'er?" Liu Qingcheng's thick but trembling voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Liu, I am Liu Mang's boss Chen Weimin." Mr. Chen said after taking a deep breath.
"Mr. Chen?" In an office of Yangshi Li Group, Liu Qingcheng's hand holding the phone already had blue veins bulging.
"Yes, it's me!" Mr. Chen replied.
"Mr. Chen, you go ahead and I'll listen." Liu Qingcheng tried his best to keep his heart calm. He seemed to have understood something.
"Liu Mang died for the country." Mr. Chen said seriously.
"Where is his body?" Liu Qingcheng's voice trembled violently.
"He was buried in the sea, but we didn't find his body." Mr. Chen said again.
On the other end of the phone, Liu Qingchen fell silent. After a while, he began to say: "Liu Mang died for his country and deserved his death!"
A worthy death
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Chen sighed heavily, feeling very uncomfortable.
After a while, he handed the phone to Chen Jiao and said in a deep voice: "Jiaojiao, that little witch, come and talk to her!"
Chen Jiao took Liu Mang's phone numbly, with tears still flowing in her eyes.
After gently wiping away the tears from her eyes, she tremblingly dialed the little witch's number.
"Liu Mang, you bastard, if you don't answer my call, your little witch will be abducted by others." The call was connected, and the crying voice of the little witch came to Chen Jiao's ears.
That longing voice made Chen Jiao's tears that she had finally wiped dry flow again.
"Liu Mang, speak quickly." The little witch's voice was heart-wrenching and heartbreaking.
"Xiaoxue, it's me, Sister Jiao!" Despite all the reluctance in her heart, Chen Jiao finally spoke.
"Where's Liu Mang, sister Jiao, where's Liu Mang?" Hearing Chen Jiao's voice, the little witch became completely panicked.
"Xiaoxue, Liu Mang...Liu Mang died for his country." Chen Jiao gritted her teeth.
"What?" The little witch in the villa was shocked and almost fainted. Fortunately, his right hand quickly caught her.
After a while, the little witch trembled: "He... how did he die?"
"He was attacked during his mission," Chen Jiao said.
"Where is his body?" The little witch's voice was already hoarse.
"He was attacked at sea, and no body was found." The little witch asked, and Chen Jiao replied.
No body found
The little witch could no longer hold on and collapsed on the ground. She hugged her knees with both hands and buried her head between her knees. She kept shaking her body and cried so hard that her heart was broken.
A month ago, Liu Mang obviously accompanied her to go shopping and watch the sunrise and sunset with her. Scenes from the past seemed like just yesterday, how could they suddenly disappear
"Ugh, Liu Mang, how can you let go of the little witch? You are so cruel."
Tears fell to the ground like raindrops, and her delicate face was covered with tear stains. She never thought that the separation a month ago would turn into eternity.
At this moment, the right hand next to the little witch had already clenched into a fist, and a flash of deep pain flashed in the blue eyes.
Liu Mang was like a real god in her mind. She never thought that Liu Mang would die.
Chen Jiao's sudden news was hard for her to accept, unbelievable, and even angry.
... ...
At the same time, Mo Tianpeng, who was drinking tea at Mo's house in Beijing, suddenly received a call.
After answering the call, Mo Tianpeng suddenly laughed.
"Liu Mang, Liu Mang, are you finally dead?"
"Now that you are dead, my Mo family can take action!"
After smiling solemnly, Mo Tianpeng took his mobile phone and dialed
A few phone calls.
When Liu Mang left, he had already started to make arrangements.
Now that it is confirmed that Liu Mang is dead, he finally takes action and can close the net
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In Yang City, in an office of Liu Group, Liu Qingcheng sat quietly on the sofa, his originally old face getting even older.
He smoked cigarettes one after another. The office was filled with smoke and the floor was covered with cigarette butts.
The left hand, known as the left hand of God, stood quietly next to him. At this moment, the cold and beautiful face of the left hand had a look of disbelief, and there was a touch of unspeakable pain in his eyes.
Like her right hand, she couldn't believe the news that Liu Mang was dead.
God of Death, this is the God of Death. Who can kill him? How could he die
"Ah Zuo! Let's go!" Suddenly, Liu Qingcheng, who was smoking, stood up.
He shook his head gently with his left hand: "Mr. Liu, the God of Death asked me to protect you, and I will always protect you, unless I get Liu Mang's order!"
"You go, my son is dead, there is no need for you to guard this old man like me anymore." Liu Qingcheng waved his hand and said lonely. Based on his experience, he had already seen that the left hand was Liu Mang's subordinate.
Now that Liu Mang is gone, he doesn't want to keep his left hand by his side anymore.
"Mr. Liu, unless the God of Death orders me, I will never leave!" Left hand said stubbornly.
"No, I'm afraid I don't need your protection anymore." Liu Qingcheng quietly walked towards the window of the office. Then he glanced downstairs.
In an instant, he saw patrol cars parked downstairs of the Liu Group.
He knew that the Mo family, which had been quiet for more than a month, finally struck back.
Without Liu Mang, the Mo family finally launched an unscrupulous counterattack.
Peng!
Suddenly, the office door was violently kicked open.
A dozen special police officers, led by a young man with a stern face, came to Liu Qingcheng aggressively.
"Are you Liu Qingcheng?" As soon as he rushed in, the young man looked at Liu Qingcheng indifferently and said.
"Who are you?" Liu Qingcheng extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and said indifferently. Although he had already guessed who the other party was, he still wanted to confirm.
"Mo family, Mo Wuchang!" the young man said indifferently.
Mo Wuchang! This is Mo Wuji's cousin! Mo Tianpeng's son! A prosecutor from the Beijing Municipal Inspection Bureau!
"Is something wrong?" Liu Qingcheng stared at Mo Wuchang blankly.
"Liu Qingcheng, chairman of the Liu Group, has relied on unfair means to bribe local officials Zhang Tianpei and others for a long time. Now, the evidence is conclusive. He will be arrested immediately. If there is resistance, he will be shot on the spot!" Mo Wuchang said coldly. As he spoke, he took out a wanted notice in his hand.
The series of information on the wanted order made Liu Qingcheng suddenly shrink back.
Because the wanted notice included not only him, but also Li Hui, the little witch's father, and Zhang Tianpei, director of the Yang City Patrol Bureau, and dozens of others. These people are all high-ranking officials in Yang City and top figures in the business circle who are closely related to him.
After hearing the news of Liu Mang's death, he knew that the Mo family, which had been silent for a long time, would definitely fight back. But he didn't expect the Mo family's counterattack to be so fierce and sudden.
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Seeing Liu Qingcheng's childish expression shrinking, Mo Wuchang's lips curled up with a hint of coldness, and he said coldly: "Catch him!"
The four patrolmen stepped forward.
"Whoever dares to touch him will die!"
Suddenly, an extremely eerie voice sounded from the side.
Mo Wuchang turned his head and looked, his eyes flashed with surprise.
Just now, all his attention was focused on Liu Qingcheng, and he didn't pay much attention to his left hand.
"Ah Zuo, leave quickly! This matter has nothing to do with you!" Hearing Zuo's voice, Liu Qingcheng's face darkened and he scolded.
Over the past month, his left hand had resisted five or six attacks for him. Although Zuo Zuo didn't have much communication with him, and although Zuo Zuo was Liu Mang's subordinate, Zuo Zuo was his savior. He didn't want his left hand to get involved in their fight with the Mo family.
However, the left hand did not obey his words at all. Instead, he slowly walked up to him and blocked him with his body.
"Who are you? Do you know that you are resisting the law?" Seeing that his left hand was actually blocking Liu Qingcheng's face, Mo Wuchang's eyes that were originally amazed by the appearance of his left hand suddenly condensed, and his voice instantly became cold.
He did not expect that the beautiful foreign girl in front of him would dare to resist his 'law enforcement'.
"You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that you can't touch Mr. Liu." Zuo Zuo said coldly.
"Haha, what if I insist on moving?" A playful smile appeared on Mo Wuchang's lips.
"The only option is death!"
Suddenly, his left hand's eyes turned cold, and he drew a hand towards Mo Wuchang.
That speed is as fast as lightning. No one present saw the left hand move. Even Mo Wuchang didn't notice that his left hand had moved. He only felt a strong wind blowing in front of his brow.
The next moment, a strand of hair slipped from his eyes, making his entire face look horrified.
"You...who are you?" Mo Wuchang took a few steps back, with a look of fear on his face.
He has learned martial arts since he was a child, and even learned the art of fighting in the military. Although his strength is not top-notch, he can easily fight against five or six big men...
He never imagined that this beautiful foreign beauty in front of him could be so terrifying. He actually cut off a strand of hair on his forehead before he even reacted.
He was frightened!
"I say again, don't touch Mr. Liu, otherwise, next time my knife will cut not your hair, but your neck!" Zuo Zuo glanced at Mo Wuchang indifferently and said solemnly.
Mo Wuchang was just an ant in her eyes. If it wasn't hot summer here, she would have slit Mo Wuchang's throat long ago.