"What a pity!"
Wang Chao closed his eyes deeply, and let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to spit out all the sullen breath in his chest. The gunfire stopped, and then there was a bang. The middle-aged man fell into the cornfield, and his palm was only an inch away from grabbing Zhu Jia's toes, but he had no strength left. far away.
Zhu Jia's face was pale, and her towering chest and abdomen were heaving violently. It took several minutes to calm down. It takes a long time to practice to be accurate, and the hand must be steady, and you must be calm when shooting, so that you can be accurate. It’s not that I’ve been practicing for a long time, and I’m going to miss this shot. I didn’t expect people who practice martial arts to be so powerful. Many bullets flew towards me."
Wang Chao only said that it's a pity, and didn't speak again. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man below, and found that he was crawling forward, raised his head, and his eyes were still open.
Sighing again, Wang Chao slowly kicked his body down, stroked his face and helped him close his eyes. At the same time, he also calmed his intense mood.
Wang Chao's sentence "What a pity!" has two meanings. One is that this middle-aged man's boxing skills are very strong. If it is a formal martial arts competition, he must not be his opponent. Even if it was a fight just now, if the opponent calms down, within ten minutes, due to strenuous exercise, the breath in his body will boil, unable to close the pores, and eventually he will be discouraged and unable to hold on.
Although Zhu Jia's coming here was considered to have saved him once, but after all, this is a rare master. In the two years since he practiced boxing, he has experienced many fights, but he has not been as exciting and nervous as he is today. Although it was thrilling, it was enjoyable after all. The opponent suddenly died under the gun, and I immediately felt very disappointed and regretful.
There is another reason for pity, that is, the money in the two black suitcases. Before Zhu Jia came, Wang Chao could think of a way to keep it for himself, but once Zhu Jia appeared, it would be difficult.
Unless Wang Chao suddenly has evil thoughts now, killing people and stealing money. But it is unrealistic to think about it, not to mention that the police behind will come at any time, and Zhu Jia has a problem, even if it is not Wang Chao's fault, he will not be able to bear the problem of poor protection.
After watching this gun battle, Wang Chao knew how powerful it was, and he didn't want to kill people for money.
Although his heart beat faster at this moment, he still calmed down by squatting down to help the middle-aged man close his eyes.
At this time, Zhu Jia also found the suitcases scattered in the cornfield. It doesn't matter if you don't look at them, even she was surprised when she saw them. Wang Chao doesn't know Euros, but she does. Each of these piles of money is worth 500 yuan, and one piece of RMB is four to five thousand yuan. I don't know how many such two boxes are.
"I regard money as dung. I always thought that there are only people in books and TV. I never imagined that there are such people in reality!"
Although Zhu Jia had seen a lot of money, she was also stimulated by so many euros with a large face value, but she saw that Wang Chao didn't even look at the money on the ground, but instead helped his dead opponent close his eyes. I couldn't help but feel a sense of height in my heart towards Wang Chao's image.
She didn't expect that Wang Chao didn't know Euro, and the action just now was to calm down his emotions and slight evil thoughts.
"Ahem...well, don't be emotional." Zhu Jia calmed down, and found that her voice was a little out of tune, so she cleared her throat with a cough, "It's also the first time for me to shoot someone with a gun. I only hit a lot of people before. Second target. I saw the fight between you and him just now. Hey! I don’t want a master to die under the gun, I understand how you feel.”
Wang Chao's sigh just now was very emotional, and it revealed deep regret and sympathy. Zhu Jia was a reporter and had dealt with people a lot, so she immediately understood the meaning contained in Wang Chao's sigh.
After calming down all the emotions in his heart, Wang Chao's mind became lively again. In front of Zhu Jia, he never glanced at the scattered money on the ground.
"It's a kind of sadness for boxing masters, regardless of good or evil, to die under the gun. Cheng Tinghua, the master of Baguamen, and Xue Dian, the master of Xingyimen." Wang Chao's tone revealed deep sadness. Performing in front of Zhu Jia, it was a natural expression of my heart after seeing the power of guns and firearms.
Cheng Tinghua, the gossip gate, died under the gun of the Eight-Power Allied Forces. He is a great hero.
Xue Dian, the master of Xingyimen, is Shang Yunxiang's younger brother. He was the curator of the Tianjin Martial Arts Museum in the Republic of China. It's a pity that he was executed by the people's government during liberation.
This is what Wang Chao read in the history of Chinese martial arts. He always had a feeling that those who practice boxing must die by punches, not by guns.
It was the first time for Zhu Jia to kill someone with a gun. Although she knew that she was not legally responsible, she killed a person with her own hands after all. Her mind was agitated, and she couldn't help blending into Wang Chao's emotions.
He stepped forward and patted Wang Chao on the shoulder, and was about to think of words to comfort him, when suddenly his feet softened, "Oh!"
Wang Chao hurriedly supported him: "What?"
"I ran so hard just now that I accidentally tripped my foot!" Zhu Jiaqiao showed a trace of pain on her face.
"Then I'll help you back."
"But what about the money?"
"Tell the police and let them handle it." Wang Chao said quietly. At this time, he is no longer the stunned young man who wanted to kill for one hundred thousand yuan last year. After a year of training and social experience, he already knows the trade-offs.
"En." Zhu Jia nodded, looked at the middle-aged man's body on the ground, and couldn't help but shuddered, "Let's go quickly."
Just as Wang Chao supported Zhu Jia and walked a few steps, there was a rustling sound in front of the corn field, and then Cao Yi and several special police officers appeared in front of him.
When Cao Yi saw Wang Chao and Zhu Jia, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and immediately said concerned: "It's okay!"
"I'm fine, I just sprained my leg. A felon in front of me was shot and seems to have taken a lot of stolen money. Go search!" Zhu Jia said.
Cao Yi immediately winked, and several special police officers rushed over.
"Yes, we counted the number of people just now. The one who ran away is called Lin Lijun. He and his brother Lin Liqiang are both one of the main figures of the Singaporean Chen Group in Southeast Asia. They are master fighters. This time, we are here to open up the mainland market. Meet in person to trade drugs, sign a plan, and transfer money through the account after building trust. We have been preparing for this case for more than a year, and the transaction volume is huge. The first transaction is tens of millions. And it is a euro transaction. We are in the factory No stolen money was found, and it is obvious that Lin Lijun escaped. Unexpectedly, he was shot. We all made great contributions this time."
Cao Yi's words startled Wang Chao a little. Unexpectedly, the police found out everything. Fortunately, I didn't have the heart to swallow the money.
"What happened to my reporters?" Zhu Jia asked.
"I was shot in one arm, but the injury is not serious and has been sent to the hospital."
"That's good!" Zhu Jia nodded, showing a tired expression, "I was tired just now, and I want to go home and rest. You can take me home."
The last sentence was naturally addressed to Wang Chao.
Cao Yi nodded to Wang Chao, with a satisfied look in his eyes, and whispered when Wang Chao passed by: "You did a good job this time, your business is entrusted to me, and I will tell you tomorrow Details."
Wang Chao raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, but didn't speak.