"He's not worth getting your hands dirty," Wu Yu clasped Bu Chonghua's hands tightly with both hands, panting quickly, "None of these things... it's not worth getting your hands dirty."
Wu Yu's face was pale, and blood flowed from his forehead to his cheeks and nose. The pain he forcibly endured and the messy lighting of the bar added a strange tension to his facial features. Bu Chonghua looked at him, his chest was filled with evil fire, he forcibly pulled out his hand to make his cold face, and wanted him to raise his eyes to look at himself: "So you also know that this kind of place shouldn't come?! "
"… "
"Do you know how dangerous this is?!"
Wu Yu kept exhaling hot air with a smell of blood and rust, panting and shaking his head, pushing Bu Chonghua to signal him to go quickly.
But at this moment, I just heard the clamor from the audience! Whoa! After a few cracks and bangs, the seven or eight Vietnamese people picked up the full wine bottles and smashed them hard. For a while, the broken glass splashed into the sky and jumped onto the ring amid the screams of the crowd, scolding them and forcing them come over!
Bu Chonghua's brows were almost pressed together with his eye sockets, and he quickly glanced down at the stage, only to see all the mess as far as he could see, everyone was pushing and shoving, and the floor was full of thrown crowbars, stools, legs and Fragments of the wine bottle, the security couldn't stop the riot-like situation at all.
With a heavy heart, he pushed Wu Yu behind him with his backhand, and folded his shirt cuffs twice: "Liao Gang and the others will bring reinforcements right away, hurry up!"
Wu Yu finally made a hoarse voice: "You shouldn't be here..."
"Then I'll just watch you die, right?!"
"You don't understand," Wu Yu's voice was tight, as if he was forcibly suppressing a certain emotion: "I won't…"
Bu Chonghua's evil fire instantly shot up to the top of his head. At this time, a Vietnamese man in the lead rushed over and scolded him. Before he got close, he grabbed his arm with a snap. The arena was smashed face down on the hard concrete floor on the spot, with a loud bang and blood stars splashing all over the place!
"Ah!" "Ah-ah-" The crowd below screamed like a tidal wave, and at the same time, Bu Chonghua's shirt collar was suddenly grabbed, and he saw the Vietnamese boxer's master swinging the bottom of the bottle and roaring. Hit him on the head.
With a loud gust of wind, Bu Chonghua tilted his head and dodged, and the heavy wine bottle wiped his body and smashed into pieces on the pillar!
The alcohol exploded in the sky and splashed Bu Chonghua all over his body. The Vietnamese master held a half of the bottle in his hand and wanted to smash it again. In that one thousandth of a second, Wu Yu let out a sigh of exhaustion and stepped on the blood-stained switch knife on the ground. The handle of the missile was held tightly in his palm with a snap, and he stabbed backhand like lightning, puff—
The knife body was all plunged into the forearm, the Vietnamese master screamed, half of the bottle body fell to the ground, and the blood splashed like a stream!
"Killed! Killed!"
"Kill them!"
"Ahhh-"
Some people are roaring, some are running away, and even the security guards don't care, rushing to the safe corridor. The gang of Vietnamese roared with swear words they couldn't understand, and rushed up with red eyes like crazy. Wu Yu grabbed Bu Chonghua and retreated to the ring.
In this situation on the verge of getting out of control, no one noticed that in the corner of the auditorium, Lin Fang stretched one hand into the inner pocket of his jacket and looked up at the ceiling sensitively—
A familiar movement was faintly coming from the door of the bar upstairs, and he knew who was coming.
Lin Fang sighed, and finally pulled the gun out of the inner pocket and aimed it at the ceiling. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, bang!
The crowd suddenly paused, as if the pause button was pressed, followed by a second sound:
boom! !
There was a dead silence around, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Fang put down his gun and pulled out his evidence: "Don't move! Police!"
On the arena, Bu Chonghua kept his eyelids open and blocked Wu Yu, and then he heard the footsteps coming in one after another in the security corridor. Liao Gang, Cai Lin and others led a dozen or so detachments. The criminal police broke into the door and immediately surrounded the entire underground boxing arena: "Don't move!" "Raise your hands!"
"All squat down! Police!"
The gun was fired and the warning was given, and the whole scene was instantly controlled. All the gamblers were stunned like a concubine, and even the Vietnamese who were red-eyed were subjected to the immobilization technique. Only a few symbolic resistances, who were not afraid of death, were immediately kicked down and handcuffed by the wolf-like criminal police, and dragged out like a sack in the bleak scream of pain.
pat! Boss Fat Ding's phone fell to the ground, showing 110 which had just been connected for less than 5 seconds.
"... The speed of your police calls is too unscientific!" The fat man lay on the ground with a chubby body, and said with a look of despair: "Can't you leave this precious opportunity to surrender to the helpless criminal me?!"
"—Step team! Xiao Wu!" Liao Gang strode across the ground covered with blood and broken glass, and while signaling the police to drag the Vietnamese away quickly, he jumped onto the ring: "What happened? Are you two okay?! "
"… "
Bu Chonghua didn't answer immediately, he stopped panting and turned his head, the corners of his eyes with sharp sword-like shapes looked at Wu Yu.
Wu Yu was wearing a loose T-shirt and sports shorts, and he was too embarrassed. His whole body was stained with the blood of his own or his opponent. The rotating colored lights above the ring had stopped, and the beams of lights reflected his complexion as transparent as white, the messy black hair hanging in front of his eyes, and the slender neck extending into the washed and yellowed neckline, showing a strangeness. The thin and lonely.
Liao Gang was anxious and unclear, so he said, "What's wrong with you two, Xiao Wu?"
Wu Yu stuck to the edge of the ring rope, bowed slightly, and tightly covered the wound on the outside of his thigh with one hand at an inconspicuous angle. This cramped posture made him avoid all the eyes that were directed at him. Liao Gang couldn't see anything, but Bu Chonghua could tell at a glance that he was nervous.
He is afraid to confront colleagues, perhaps more than he is reluctant to confront enemies.
"... Your actions tonight have crossed districts. You need to file a record with the city bureau and notify the district bureau to come and coordinate the aftermath." Bu Chonghua suddenly said in a low voice, and sure enough, Liao Gang's attention was immediately attracted: "That Vietnamese The boxing may involve the abuse of addictive stimulants, so tell our branch Lao Shao to come and pick him up and take him for a drug test."
"Yes!"
Bu Zhonghua paused for a while, then changed the subject and asked, "Is the car parked outside?"
"Outside, what's wrong?"
Bu Chonghua didn't seem to see Wu Yu's vigilant expression on his face.
"I've lost the lottery." He straightened up and commanded succinctly and forcefully, "Let the emergency department come over to take a look."
after an hour.
"I was wrong, comrade police. You should be fined and detained, but this is really not my envoy. I tried desperately to fight and was beaten by that Vietnamese idiot! If you don't believe me, look at my eyes again. Look at my face? Hey, I haven't been beaten so hard since I scored 40 in the third grade math test. Comrade police, I'm really a victim, woo woo..."
The entire bar was emptied, and there was a cordon around the door. All the troublemakers were handcuffed and escorted to the nearby police station in batches. Boss Pang Ding's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he couldn't stand up with more than 200 pounds of fat. That rickety two-pipe nosebleed.
Lin Fang stepped over the piles of broken glass and empty beer cans on the ground, stopped Liao Gang, who was hurriedly passing by, and asked gently, "Excuse me, Vice Liao, what about Wu Yuren?"
"Oh Xiao Wu, he..."
Liao Gang was about to answer right away, but he suddenly paused for some reason, thinking that of course Xiao Wu was with our team, but you are a member of the public security system in another province, why did you only ask Xiao Wu when you opened your mouth
"I don't know," Liao Gang changed his mouth abruptly and said, "How about you call and ask?"
"..." Lin Gang stared at Liao Gang quietly for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright. Go ahead and do your work."
Liao Gang felt a little guilty when he looked at him, so he hurriedly left.
Two hundred meters away from the Jagged Bar, a police Iveco was parked in a secluded corner of the street. The emergency doctor squatted in front of the last row of spacious seats, cut off the medical bandages with a click, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't get wet for a week, and take anti-inflammatory drugs on time. If your body temperature rises or the wound is hot, you should come for a re-examination in time. It's best to come to the hospital tomorrow to register for a film - don't forget! Look at this swollen back. !"
Wu Yu sat up, his hands and fingers were scarred, and he put on his sports shorts with effort and silence.
Bu Chonghua stood in front of the seat and nodded politely: "I see, thank you, and invite your director to dinner another day."
The doctor put the equipment into the portable outpatient box, gave a few words, and left uneasy.
Through the late-night car window, the police lights on the street in the distance can be vaguely seen, and people outside the cordon stop to watch, taking pictures and discussing one after another, but no one notices the car parked quietly under the street lights in the back alley.
Bu Chonghua retracted his gaze and put his hands in the pockets of his trousers: "Is this how the money in your safe came from?"
"… "
"You may not dare to be so arrogant in Yundian, and you haven't been in Jinhai for a long time, but you have already saved a small 300,000, and your appearances are quite frequent, right?"
Wu Yu still didn't make a sound, just lowered his head, revealing only the black messy top of his hair.
"What about you?" Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand to support his side cheeks and lifted his face forcefully: "Do you think that this kind of public official who knows the law and violates the law can pass without saying a word?!"
"...I'm no longer a public official, and I'm resigning." Wu Yu was forced to look up into Bu Chonghua's eyes, and finally said in a low voice, "If you want, you can take me to the police station in your jurisdiction."
—He said that because he was sure he would not be caught. Moreover, Bu Chonghua knew that this determination was not due to the foolish and reckless confidence in the relationship between the two, but because of Lin Fang.
Lin Fang knew very well what Wu Yu had done in private, and he was sure that Song Ping and the old director of Yundian, Feng, had also heard about it. The reason why the Jagged Bar has not been dealt with for two months after being reported is definitely related to this ambiguous acquiescence.
Wu Yu had a very thorough grasp of the positions of these people and the limits of their tolerance. He knew it too well—this kind of sullenness had a lot to do with it. This might be his instinct formed by walking on the tip of a knife over the past 12 years.
The iron pincer-like hand under Wu Yu's chin swung with force, and his face was swayed to the side by inertia, only to hear a sneer from Bu Chonghua's nose.
"Three times, Wu Yu. Counting the time when Liu Dong's fiscal year was flourishing, when Fengyuan Village encountered a cult gang, this is the third time I have rescued you. Can you tell me what you think?"
Wu Yu said wearily: "I told you I wouldn't..."
"Nothing? No death?" Bu Chonghua interrupted him: "Where did your blind faith come from, because of Lin Fang?"
Wu Yu seemed to have given up the explanation and looked at the ground without saying a word. Bu Chonghua's voice was soft and ruthless above his head: "I tell you, that's not the case. Lin Fang shot when he heard Liao Just after the news that they brought people in, before that he sat there watching you get beaten, the only one in the world who will rush up to save you when you are beaten is me!"
Wu Yu's heart seemed to be clenched tightly, and he couldn't help raising his head suddenly, and instantly looked at Bu Chonghua, only to hear him grit his teeth word by word: "No one but me!"
In the middle of the night, the street lights were dim, casting bright squares on the ground through the car windows, and the whole car was engulfed in darkness.
"...Really?" Wu Yu said hoarsely after a long time, and there seemed to be something indescribable behind his tone, "Where did your blind confidence come from?"
Bu Chonghua stood in the empty space between the left and right rows of seats, leaned down and stared at Wu Yu's face at a close distance, the two were only a few inches apart, and every word he forcibly suppressed caused the air to vibrate slightly: " From your feelings for me."
This was the first time they had laid out that cryptic, tacit word in broad daylight.
Wu Yu froze.
"—I like you too, and it's the same as your feelings for me." Bu Chonghua approached again, his eyes that had been frozen for a long time flashed a hot light, and said, "Do you know what three people in this world have? Is there anything that can't be hidden anyway? Poverty, coughing, and love."
The next second, he leaned forward, the two kissed each other with their lips and teeth, and Wu Yu raised his head and was pushed against the back of the seat.
It was like a spark falling on a flammable and explosive material, and the lead burned to the end in a few seconds, and a raging fire burst into flames. Bu Chonghua grabbed Wu Yu's blood-stained hand, bit his cold and soft lips, and licked away the rusty smell of blood in his mouth that had not yet completely faded away; he seemed to be wrapped in a heavy and heavy aura, making it impossible to resist. It can only be squeezed into this inch of land in his arms.
Electric flowers exploded from every inch of Wu Yu's peripheral nerves, crackling straight to his brain, making his mind go blank.
Is this dreaming
It is a dream that if you slip your feet, you will step into the abyss.
He had never felt so dazed before, all his senses had fallen into a colorful trance, and he couldn't tell whether it took a few minutes or a few hours before the paralyzed consciousness gradually recovered, but his lips were still uncontrollably half-open and trembling slightly. .
"Since when did you start liking me, eh?" Bu Chonghua asked in a low voice, "We came back from Fengyuan Village. You kicked down the public security bureau's confinement room and grabbed Bureau Song to force him to ask him where I was. That time?"
Or was it that night when it was raining heavily, Bu Chonghua picked up Wu Yu, who was drenched like a chicken in soup, and took a bath with hot water to blow his hair, and the two of them ate takeaway and watched TV under the warm light
Or from a long time ago, the failed magic, the delicious steamed fish, the two boxes of Fuchun Mountain cigarettes that were pushed around; the whistling of the police in the middle of the night, the tit-for-tat conflict, and the careful reconciliation
Wu Yu lowered his gaze, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he did not answer.
"When?" Bu Chonghua insisted on pressing his forehead, "Tell me?"
Wu Yu gritted his teeth and didn't answer, suddenly grabbed the placket of Bu Chonghua's shirt, and kissed back even more fiercely than before.