Wu Yu suddenly twitched his hand. The other person was very thin, at least two sizes thinner than the white drug lord, but his strength was unexpectedly strong under the rage. Shark slammed forward and didn't catch it, and said angrily: "Painter!"
A few confidants couldn't sit back and watch, and bravely stepped forward: "Stop!" "Don't move!" "Please don't move!"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Wu Yu's sharp eyes swept across the faces of the bodyguards with live ammunition. He turned to look at the shark, and his eyes flashed with disappointment and ridicule: "Why, do you want to do it?"
- He actually came for real! Standing not far away, Qin Chuan stared at all this in amazement, with thoughts that even he could not believe.
All the deceived anger, extreme disappointment, desperate rage, and resolute farewell have far exceeded the limit of hard-to-find. He is not acting for anyone to see, but really wants to go!
"You really don't want to stay?" Shark asked one last time in a serious tone.
Wu Yu asked back: "If I lied to you again and again, you can still trust me and go with me to that small European island that may not exist at all?"
"..." The shark fell silent, his throat slipped heavily for a while, and he whispered, "I know you won't believe what I say now."
He seemed very dejected and helpless, waved his hand wearily after a long while, signalling the bodyguards to put away their weapons, and then looked up at Wu Yu, as if he had made up his mind: "I can let you go, but you can't just leave. "
Wu Yu's sharp and handsome eyes suddenly narrowed.
"Please don't get me wrong, I just want to prepare something for you. After all, the winter in North China is so cold, it is difficult for you to walk out of this deep mountain alone, and you lack weapons and water. I am afraid that something will happen to you halfway." Shark Xiang Wu Yu With a calm gesture, he turned his head and instructed his subordinates: "Drive a car to the painter, fill up the gas, and prepare some cash and a gun."
The men walked away.
The shark turned to the Ken again, with a very natural attitude: "Go and prepare enough food for one person for three days for the march, and a box of water - is there a change of clothes?"
I don't know if it was an illusion or not, Ken seemed to be stunned, and touched the shark's gaze lightly in mid-air.
"Yes, there is a change of clothes."
Shark closed his eyes and nodded, and whispered, "Bring some more."
"… Yes!"
Ken didn't dare to show any suspicion, and immediately turned around and hurried away, only to hear Wu Yu coldly say behind him, "You don't need to prepare water for me!"
The shark asked back: "How are you going to drive the car out of this deep mountain without drinking water?"
Wu Yu said nothing.
All his subtle expressions and demeanor were written with the words remaining anger, and the shark didn't take it seriously. He stepped forward and looked at him at the distance that was almost next to each other. After a while, he said gently: "You Maybe I'm not familiar with the terrain here, but I can tell you. It takes at least a day to drive out of the mountain from under our feet. If you get lost or take the wrong road, it may take two or three days. You can't survive this period of time without food and water. Believe me , I have seen the aerial map, and I am more familiar with the terrain here than you."
At this time, a horn beeped in the open space not far away, and an empty off-road vehicle came, trotted over and handed the key to the shark. At the same time, Ken also came back unexpectedly quickly, holding a box of dry food, a box of water and a few clothes and sundries in his arms, and bowed his head restrainedly to the shark: "Boss."
Shark said, "Put it in the car."
Ken took a hesitant look at Wu Yu.
Sure enough, Wu Yu was indifferent: "Put it down, I won't eat your dry food."
"… "
The shark seemed to be embarrassed too, staring at his chapped lips that were bloodless at all, and after a moment of indifference, he asked, "It's because your sense of taste and smell has been affected, and you're afraid that I'll touch the food. Willing to eat, right?"
This is easy to understand, because after all, there are few colorless and odorless poisons on the market, but most of the food and drinking water that move hands and feet will always have a pungent smell or taste, so when you lose your sense of taste, you also lose your sense of distinction. The vast majority of poisons' abilities—nearly fatal flaws for professional undercover agents.
"Since you think so, let's do it." The shark sighed, stood there and thought about it, then turned to pat the tank of water: "—but you must bring clean drinking water. Your water intake is already low. It is very dangerous, and if it goes on like this for half a day, you may become dehydrated, and it is very unsafe to drink raw water in the mountains, and we don’t have any extra filtering equipment!”
Professionally trained people can maintain their strength without eating for more than 72 hours, but dehydration can have very serious consequences. Directly drinking water from the wild is no different from self-harm. Wu Yu seemed to be moving, his eyes fixed on the box of mineral water in Ken's arms, but he shook his head after a while: "No need, thank you."
The shark felt absurd: "You wouldn't suspect that I was poisoned in the water, would you?"
Wu Yu was noncommittal.
"Ha!" The shark let out an unbelievable sneer. He was really annoyed. He tore the plastic film at random, took a random bottle from a box of 24 bottles of water, unscrewed the cap, took a big sip, spread out his hands and asked. : "How is it?! Do you want me to give you a bottle to try?!"
"… "
Wu Yu's expression of refusing to be thousands of miles away finally changed slightly. Shark raised his hand and threw the car key and the bottle of water to him, and his tone was already filled with unconcealed displeasure: "I have to remind you one thing, Painter. If I really want to kill you, why bother eating and drinking, you can't get out of my siege!"
With a snap, Wu Yu took the key and the water, and seemed to want to answer, but he didn't say anything. He licked his cracked and bleeding lips, and finally unscrewed the cap of the water bottle—
At that moment, Qin Chuan's eyes were pinned on his pale side cheeks, and his heart suddenly poured down like ice and snow.
Is it his plan
But how... but how is it possible
Even Qin Chuan's first reaction was unbelievable, his stunned gaze turned back and forth between the shark and the painter, but then the development of the matter was as he had guessed, Wu Yu raised his head and poured a large mouthful of water into his mouth. The amount is about the same as what the shark just drank. After waiting for a few seconds, probably because I was really thirsty to the limit, I couldn’t help taking a few more sips—
He screwed on the bottle cap, took the key and walked towards the off-road vehicle, before taking two steps, he swayed!
"… you… "
Wu Yu was severely dizzy, all the scenes in front of him had double images, and a word was squeezed out of his convulsed throat. He probably wanted to turn around, but the rapidly volatilizing medicinal power had already grabbed his last remaining strength, and before he even had time to turn his face, he slumped down!
Recently, two bodyguards rushed up and held him up.
Until then, the shark finally loosened the teeth that had been clenched so tightly, and let go of the palm of his hand while shaking. The fingernails had already pinched the flesh and blood from the palm of his hand, and it was only through the sting that he could barely maintain the undisturbed standing posture. expression. A Ken quickly rushed up to give him an antidote, the drug lord was dizzy and leaned for a while before recovering, and waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.
He gasped and stood up and walked forward, staring at Wu Yu's sleeping face.
Perhaps because of his black clothes, Wu Yu's face was extremely pale, and there were faint blue shadows around his eyes and nose. Even when he fell asleep, the corners of his lips were down, as if he was always rejecting something.
Shark looked at him, and although his tone was very regretful, a hint of playfulness gradually appeared in his eyes: "Did I say that taste and smell disorders must be treated early, otherwise there may be serious consequences?"
Wu Yu was unconscious, breathing slowly and deeply.
"Boss?" With another antidote, Ken gestured for instructions.
"...Forget it, let him sleep." Shark pondered for a while but shook his head: "I don't know how he is resistant to drugs. If he wakes up immediately after an injection, it will not be easy to clean up."
The bodyguard also had lingering fears, and hurriedly took the killing god in black and left. Qin Chuan watched him pass by his side, the eyes behind the silver-rimmed lens were indescribable for a while, and he shook his head slightly in admiration or sigh.
Ken lowered his voice and asked, "What's next, boss?"
Shark glanced back at the bodyguard equipment in the open space, his eyes were a little gloomy. The blow to him that night three days ago was a severe blow. Most of the centaurs were collapsed in the factory, and even those who survived were caught by the police. If he hadn't planted a backup team on this necessary path in advance, it might be difficult for him to escape smoothly now.
This is already the last manpower he has ambushed in the territory. If he encounters any obstacles in the future, what should he do
"Go out from this mountain, go around a town, and then climb over another mountain... In the deep mountains inaccessible in winter, there is the greatest wealth that we may be able to harvest from this trip." The shark narrowed his eyes, and the lead-grey sky reflected in the distance. In the bottom of his eyes, let the pupils show a chilling color: "But it must be a net outside now, and the police will not let us go. If we don't have enough firepower equipment, we will not meet the police next time. It was a fluke like three days ago."
Ken didn't know the exact location of "the greatest wealth". In fact, apart from Shark and Wan Changwen, even Qin Chuan only knew the general direction. But everyone is very aware of how risky this trip is, and Ken is also a little worried: "Then what can we do now—"
Shark turned and clapped his shoulders: "Tell me when the painter wakes up."
"Yes!"
"I've heard that people have a particularly irritable temper when they're sleep-deprived, and they'll be much better when they wake up. I don't know if it applies to painters. I hope he can accept reality more calmly when he wakes up."
The shark walked from the cliff to the village with his hands in his pockets. Ken followed closely behind him, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask, "Then what if... I mean, what if the painter still gritted his teeth and didn't want to help us?"
The shark turned his back to him, but judging from his breath, he should have laughed, with a complex taste in his tone, and then made a neat gesture of cutting grass and roots:
"Do you still use me to teach you?"
Ken's heart froze, nodding as it should be, and the two walked through the open space one after the other towards the cold mountain village.
- Jinhai People's Hospital, Special Care Unit.
"Wan Changwen brought a total of four drug makers with him. Two of them died on the spot due to the leak of poison gas, one was suspected of being taken away by Qin Chuan, and one was arrested and brought to justice, but he is still in the ICU." Liao Gang walked forward with ease, and despite repeated restraint, he couldn't hide it, and his frown and eye lines showed concern: "The shark's bodyguard, Ma Zai, has been arrested for nine, and the interrogation experts are on shift in the past few days. Five of them are too low to tell the core secrets, two are brain damaged and unconscious, and two are in a deep coma, one hung up early this morning, and the remaining one just received a critical illness notice."
The entire floor of the ward has been emptied and banned by the Jinhai Municipal Public Security Bureau. Every corridor and every turning point is heavily guarded by armed police, which shows the severity of the situation. Only the hurried footsteps of a few of them echoed in the quiet corridor, Yan Yan frowned and said, "That is to say, the only hope of prying open is Wan Changwen's mouth?"
"Yes." Liao Gang stood still and looked at the closed door of a ward not far away, with layers of worry pressed between his thick brows: "But Yang Chengdong and I have been on duty for three days, and there is no news in it. When I came out, Ning Dian, surnamed Wan, refused to speak to the task force."
The corridor suddenly quieted down, and I could only hear the voices of people wafting from behind the door of the ward. It was a sneer that was twisted to the extreme, hoarse and desperate like a vulture: "—Shark? How come I don't know who the shark is? Don't be a dying man with me It's useless to talk about it, I don't believe it!"
The interrogator didn't know what to say, but the tone was very calm and oppressive, but he was cut off by Wan Changwen sharply before he finished speaking: "Don't talk about that useless! It's useless!! You go to the Minister of Public Security. , you go to the Supreme Court, you have the kind of guarantee that you will not sentence me to death?! If you are sentenced to death, you can't take a word out of Lao Tzu's mouth, don't fucking dream!! Dream!!"
The tone-shifting ending sound was like a bone-scraping knife, and the expressions of the few people outside became extremely ugly.
Not to mention the Ministry of Public Security, even if he sue Nantianmen, no one will sign this bullshit guarantee for him. Wan Changwen is actually very clear about this. The moment he was caught by the Chinese police, he knew that he was doomed. The Republic is not Myanmar. There is only a dead end for drug trafficking, and it is impossible to exchange interests with drug dealers. Even if he grows Scud now to help the police catch the shark, he will never change from death penalty to death reprieve because of this. At most, he will try to replace shooting with injection - but does that still matter
Confessing leniency and striving for meritorious deeds no longer exist for Wan Changwen. Now this 30-year-old poisonous insect just wants to drag the police to death!
"Bu detachment..." Liao Gang looked at Bu Chonghua for help.
He didn't realize that it was actually out of an instinct. Whenever they encountered an unsolvable case file or a problem that was on the verge of despair, their detachment would subconsciously pin their hopes on being omnipotent, omnipotent, always alienated and indifferent On the solid and reliable leader of the elite squadron, that is the trust that has been forged bit by bit in countless difficulties:
"... Bu detachment, Xiao Wu... will he already... "
Bu Chonghua interrupted him calmly: "Wu Yu didn't go far, he is waiting for us."
Liao Gang's eyes were bloodshot. During this period of high-pressure, high-risk, and high-secret shifts, he was exhausted, and any hope was like a drowning driftwood, and he wanted to hold on tight.
"Don't worry," Bu Chonghua said calmly, "I don't believe there are criminals who can't open their mouths."
He stepped forward and knocked on the door, walking very steadily, then pushed the door and walked into the interrogation ward.
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Shark: I have walked the longest road in my life, and tmd is the artist's routine.