"Don't pretend to be confused with Laozi!" Captain Song shouted sharply, "The only people who have been in Driver Zhao's car that day are me and my two subordinates, ******, and you! Who are you? What's the relationship between the three killers?! Why put the bullet under the cushion, intimidation or warning?!" He took out the bullet that Li Zongren had picked up under the cushion of the back seat.
The Eleventh Young Master said with some trepidation: "Who am I? Isn't it clearly written in the letter of introduction? I am the nephew of the former driver Lao Liang! Did Captain Song suspect that I was in the same group as the three killers? What? How could this be possible! I was wronged!"
Captain Song coldly snorted: "In less than half a month since you came to Li Mansion, this vicious assassination took place. With these evidences, you can't cleanse yourself by jumping into the Yellow River! How could there be such a coincidence in the world? I warn you, you'd better recruit, lest you toast and skip the fine wine!"
evidence? What kind of evidence is this? At most it was Captain Song's conjecture alone. The Eleventh Young Master knew that Captain Song was trying his luck to catch the dead mouse, and he could only smash him. Now he said: "Captain Song, I'm just an ordinary driver. If you want to put a crime on me, I can't do anything. However, I won't admit it. What I haven't done before, what do you want me to do? Admit it! Could it be that if the cow doesn't drink water, you can still press its head forcibly? Captain Song, you can't just wrong the good guys just to make merit, right?"
"What are you talking about?" Captain Song's expression turned gloomy. "You said I deliberately wronged you in order to make meritorious service?"
The Eleventh Young Master also got cold, his neck stiffened and did not speak. He still didn't believe it, Captain Song dared to bend into a move, and his Eleventh Young Master was not scared.
Captain Song said with a cold smile: "Okay, I see when your mouth is so hard!-Come here! Drag to the gate of the courtyard and fight to death!" Two bodyguards walked out of the darkness and cut the Eleventh Young Master's hands back. Pushing away from the entrance of the courtyard. The Eleventh Young Master struggled a bit, and obediently followed them away. Nowadays, people are knives, and I am fish. He is afraid that he will only be slaughtered. Damn, so many powerful people wanted his life, but they didn't succeed, but today, he is going to be injured by a small bodyguard leader? Say it, who will believe it
"Don't dawdle, let's go!" A bodyguard unceremoniously shoved a handful of eleven, "Dead early and super live! Who makes your mouth hard, huh!"
The eleventh youngster's head hit the courtyard door hard, and he cried out in his heart: "Drop! I really shouldn't take the risk with my own body and fall into the hands of others! This time, even if I don't die, I'm afraid it will be peeling. "
Over the years, he has experienced the test of life and death several times, but he really rarely suffers from the suffering of flesh and blood. Eleventh Younger smiled bitterly: When did you become squeamish
Two bodyguards stuffed a rag into his mouth, closed the gate of the courtyard, and was about to fight, but inside they heard the butler’s voice saying: "I’m sorry, Captain Song! This Master Xiao Lin is Master Lin’s nephew. Mrs. Song Meiling, the president's wife, still has relatives with mud and water! You are not afraid to offend Mrs. President?! Besides, at dawn, the ****** will go to meet with President Jiang, and there is no driver, how to travel , How do you explain to ******? In my opinion, it is better to turn the big things into small and small things."
Captain Song was a little impatient and said: "Why didn't you say it earlier, it's all nepotism, annoying!" Pushing the door open, he said coldly to Eleventh Young Master: "You are lucky tonight, it's cheaper for you!" The two bodyguards Song Song With his hand, the Eleventh Young Master fell to the ground, looking quite embarrassed. Captain Song glanced at him disdainfully, and took his two bodyguards away.
The Eleventh Young Master picked up half his life and got up hurriedly, still with a worried look on his face. He thanked the butler, and the butler waved his hand and said, "Master Lin and I are old friends. We worked under the president back then. Since you are his nephew, we can be regarded as a family. If you have anything in the future, just ask me. . You hurry up and rest. You can get out of the car early in the morning."
The eleventh master asked: "****** Really want to see President Jiang?"
The steward said: "That's still a fake, President Jiang wants to win over the ***, and tomorrow will host a banquet in the'Meiling Palace'."
The eleventh youngster secretly calculated in his heart: "Could this be the "President personally come forward" that Intoxicated said? The two have been grieving for a long time. This is probably a Hongmen banquet, and Li Zongren wants to go and never return."
He returned to the dormitory with a heavy heart, but where could he fall asleep. The bedroom was small and very dark, and the bed was also a single bed. For some years, it creaked when I went to sleep. He couldn't help but think of the bungalows in Shanghai, which was so different from here. I am a deputy stationmaster in Shanghai anyway, so many people look at myself, here is just a driver, even a small bodyguard leader dare to dispose of himself at will. Just now, if the housekeeper hadn't made a word to relieve him, now, he was afraid that he was lying on this small bed with a whole body wound and no one would take care of it, right? Suddenly he was a little bit sad, and he carried his head to do things. What was it for? In such a day, when is it big! Boss Liu's charming look appeared in his mind. I wonder if she has found out that she is in Nanjing. This hot woman, he really missed her a bit. He sighed and fell asleep unconsciously.