At midnight, Chu Wenhao snatched the cigarette butts and strode away. His eyes glanced at the Japanese consulate that was trapped in the darkness. The Japanese devils standing guard in front of the door also entered the compound to rest. Everything was sounding, and Zhou Gong fell into his dream.

When he arrived at the treatment plant, Jiang Tao and others had already been waiting. Chu Wenhao whispered: "Spray the nails prepared every 50 meters to ensure that the cars cannot pass. The roads in the first 500 meters of Pukins Hospital are blocked..." The details are explained to ensure that there will be no mistakes in one blow.

"yes!"

Chu Wenhao went down the pipeline and crawled into the underground of the consulate for half an hour. At this moment, the pipeline was filled with rice bran, two barrels of gasoline, and three drains were ready, just waiting for the ignition to set off smoke.

There is no hurry to wait for Jiang Tao to prepare. It is time to 1:00 a.m. Fujiwara Takukai slept in the southernmost room on the third floor. There is an independent bathroom in the room. A wisp of smoke rushed into the entire building along the pipes.

The first to smell the scent was a room with pipes. There were only three people who could live in a separate bathroom, Fujiwara Takumi, Takeo Imai and the Consul.

The first thing the three of them discovered was Takeo Imai. They ate a little salty at night. They smelled a strong smell of smoke before they could go to the bathroom. They were shocked and their originally confused head became awake in an instant.

"Baga! It's on fire!"

As soon as I pulled open the door, I wanted to rush out and call someone, but was pushed back by a thick smoke.

"Ahem cough cough..."

"Baga!" At this moment, the corridor was filled with smoke, and under the faint light, it seemed like mist. Those who could live in the main building were the commanders, and soldiers were in the auxiliary building and the bungalows.

He quickly ran to the window and pushed open the window for a breath of fresh air, "Cough cough cough... Baga! It's a fire on the upstairs and quickly put out the fire!"

The soldiers on duty heard the shout and quickly rang the alarm bell. After a while, the lights in each room were on, and they rushed out with their bare arms and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Fight! Fight!"

"Hi!"

The soldiers were busy carrying water to put out the fire, which made the mess. They rushed into the main building with buckets to look for the fire spots everywhere. Dozens of people were scrambling up and down, and the whole scene seemed a bit chaotic and noisy.

At this moment, Fujiwara Takumi had woken up and was choked, but he fell asleep soon after. He had already inhaled a lot when he was asleep. Not to mention that he was allergic to rice bran, even if he was allergic, he would have choked and coughed.

"Cough cough cough...Baga!" Fujiwara Takukai struggled to get up, stumbled out in his pajamas, "Cough cough cough...Baga comes...Come..." At this moment, his heartbeat accelerated three times faster than usual. The smoke had triggered his asthma, and his whole body was trembling, and his breathing became more and more difficult. He insisted on running out of the room, but he didn't expect that the smoke in the corridor was even bigger, "Baga! Come..."

Bang!

He lay in the corridor, holding his heart with one hand, his face pale, and he opened his mouth and breathed desperately.

"President, are you okay?" Takeo Imai called out and ran out of the room. He hurried over to check when he heard the movements from the other side. He was not sick but was a little choked by the smoke so that he couldn't open his eyes. He groped forward and didn't dare to breathe.

"Cough cough cough... President... President!" When I came to see Takumi Fujiwara who was twitching all over, holding his heart and neck, he knew something was wrong, "Come on someone! Come on someone."

After a chaotic situation, the two were rescued by soldiers and came downstairs to the yard, "Cough cough cough..." Takeo Imai was furious, "Haga! Why is it caught fire? Check it out quickly!"

"Hi!"

At this moment, the entire main building was still surrounded by smoke. The soldiers who were extinguishing the fire carried the bucket and couldn't help but understand.

"President!"

Fujiwara Takumi lies on the ground and vents less, his face is purple, and he stretches out his hands and struggles to look like he is going to die.

"Quick! Quick! Go to the hospital, go to Pukins Hospital, and take the president's medicine! Quick!" The male doctor in the embassy fed the anti-inflammatory drugs that Fujiwara Takumi usually took. The symptoms were not light at all. While preparing the car, he underwent a simple examination and looked at Imai and said, "Grand Colonel, the president's heart is beating too fast and his consciousness is already in a coma. It seems that it is a disease and needs immediate treatment. Everything will be late in five minutes."

"Baga! Hurry up... Go to the hospital!" The car started quickly, and rushed out of the consulate like wind and headed straight for the hospital. Takeo Imai personally accompanied him, and the doctor was in the car for emergency treatment, hoping to prolong his life.

Fujiwara Takumi twitched all over, and his consciousness was unconscious and lay in the back seat like a dead person, breathing slightly.

"Hurry and hurry!" Takeo Imai urged the driver to speed up.

Bang!

The speed has accelerated. Just after fifty meters, a loud noise was heard. The car's tires exploded, three of them exploded, and the whole car lost control and rushed to one side of the house.

Bang!

"Ah! Bastard!"

The four people in the car were knocked out of vegetarian food. The driver fainted because the speed of the car was too fast, and the other three were not far away. The worst thing was, but Fujiwara Takumi had fainted, and his heart was beating relatively slowly. This would wake him up and his heart was pounding.

"Ba...ga...my heart is about to jump out, take me to the hospital quickly..."

"Hi!"

Takeo Imai shook his head, got out of the car and rushed to the soldiers behind him and said angrily: "Cleaning the road conditions immediately and ensuring that the road to the hospital is unobstructed!"

"Hi!"

"Hurry up!" No matter how fast you are, you will have time. If you change the vehicle and clean the obstacles, is it so easy to get dark?

Fujiwara Takumi could have been able to hold on for five minutes, but because of waking up, he could only hold on for four minutes. However, it took three minutes for the hospital to drive normally from the consulate. It was too late to enter the hospital and other aspects, let alone roadblocks.

"Quick! Call the hospital for preparation!"

"Hi!"

The vehicle was driving slowly, with three wheels in front of the road, and the car followed behind. Even if it was very efficient, it would take three minutes to walk. When we arrived at the hospital immediately, a mud wall blocked the way.

If Imai, who was sitting in the car, didn't know that someone was deliberately doing it, it would be a fool. "Baga! Carry the president into the hospital, hurry up! Be gentle!"

"Hi!"

When he arrived at the hospital, he was almost out of control. Fujiwara Takukai might have been afraid of death, which aroused the last trace of stubbornness. He grabbed the doctor's arm tightly and said tremblingly: "I have a familial genetic disease, asthma, hurry up... use... medicine!" He said that the whole person was lying on the hospital bed like a corpse.

Takeo Imai's eyes widened. He really didn't know that the Fujiwara family had this genetic disease. If it were to be known in China, it would be no less than an earthquake of magnitude 8.

"Quick! Take medicine now!"

The doctor is an American and frowned and said, "Sorry, Mr. Imai, asthma cannot be cured in the United States at present, and the drugs targeted are also scarce. It did happen two days ago. Unfortunately, many patients with asthma similar to those who have come to the hospital for treatment yesterday, and the drugs have been exhausted, as early as a week."

"Baga!"

Even if Takeo Imai knew that someone deliberately made coincidences, he could not accept such a result. Fujiwara Takumi himself had a high status, not to mention that his family had absolute authority in Japan, and if something happened, he would not be able to bear the responsibility.

He said angrily with red eyes: "If the president has something to do, you must also be buried with him! Find a way for me immediately!"

"Oh God, Mr. Imai, how can you attribute the blame to the hospital? It's so rude."

"I don't care! If it doesn't work, you will have to be buried with the hospital!" He was really red-eyed, and he came to the scene regardless of his own.

"Oh, God..."

"Baga!" The soldier took out his gun and said coldly. The doctor was frightened: "Yes...yes...and some are hidden at home. I arranged for someone to pick it up. I can only pray to God if I have time."

"hurry up!"

"You guys go with you, who dares to stop him and kill him!"

"Hi!"
Chapter completed!