There was chaos in the club. Ben rushed down from the second floor and shouted nervously: "Put the boss down, seal the door and all exits... spread out."

More than 20 subordinates spontaneously formed a circle, and the machine gun hidden under the windbreaker was exposed, hanging blatantly by his legs, and he glanced around with cold eyes.

Everyone else was isolated, only Ben was let in: "Boss, how do you feel?"

"No problem, I can hold on. When will Mike arrive?" Li Zitao's voice was a little weak, but his face didn't look too bad.

The driver who was pressing his wound with a handkerchief did not notice that the humidity on the handkerchief had stopped changing.

"Already on the way." Ben held his hand and said with a sad face.

In the eyes of any normal person, Li Zitao's situation at this moment can only be described as critical. He was shot in the chest, and his chances of surviving were too small.

Only Li Zitao felt pain and happiness at the same time. He suddenly felt that the shot came too timely. Who would dare to cause trouble for him if something like this happened?

"I'm about to lose my life, but you still stare at me? Tell me, is that gunman sent by you?" At this time, whoever dares to take the lead, Li Zitao will dare to fight with the opponent.

And his outburst is completely defensible. Anyone who almost loses his life will fall into violent madness.

In this way, if he didn't show the slightest expression, that would really make people worry. Even his life could be put at risk, and Li Zitao himself would have to doubt whether he had an important mission.

"Seventeen years old is the age when you are young and full of energy. Hehe, this shot is so good." Li Zitao laughed secretly in his heart, and he was a little excited and caused the wound, which made him groan.

"Boss, don't move, don't get excited, Mike will be here soon." Ben comforted with tears in his eyes, then turned around and roared: "Send someone to pick them up, fk."

Bang...

The door was suddenly knocked open, and the men surrounding the human wall raised their guns. When they found out it was Wang Dagou, they moved the guns away from him and still pointed at the door with vigilance.

"I'm here, get out of the way." Mike rushed into the encirclement carrying the surgical box.

"Brother Dog, take me to the room." Li Zitao raised his voice.

Wang Dagou strode into the wall of people, picked up Li Zitao and ran upstairs quickly, looking into his eyes with hidden eyes.

Li Zitao just blinked, and Wang Dagou knew what to do.

"Except for Mike, everyone else stays outside the door." After putting Li Zitao on the bed, Wang Dagou met the impatient Mike and closed the door behind him.

"Has the murderer been found?" Standing at the door like a door god, Wang Dagou's huge body completely blocked the entire door.

"Instructor Andre has already taken people there." Someone replied.

"George and Hans are on the way. Monk and Summer will also join the search. Call Grant and set up a blockade in Chicago. Otherwise, we will do it ourselves."

The killing intent in Wang Dagou was so solid that everyone who looked at him instinctively lowered their heads, without even the courage to refute.

"Hill, call Old Huang and ask him to tell Nucky the news about the boss's attack." Hill, who is also Li Zitao's secretary, was facing away from everyone, his shoulders shaking and covering his mouth while sobbing.

"The layout of all corridors and rooms is strictly controlled by personnel." As the chief instructor of the training camp, Wang Dagou's prestige goes without saying, and everyone spontaneously dispersed around.

At this moment, in the room behind him, Mike stared at Li Zitao's chest with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open. The wounds had been replaced by some hideous scars.

"Mike, my body is somewhat special. This matter needs to be kept secret. Can you do it?" Li Zitao looked at him and asked calmly.

"Gudong." This was more than special. Mike swallowed, "Boss, I will keep it a secret. I promise."

"Well, I'll go out in two hours. If I'm injured... just say I'm in a coma and haven't passed the critical period yet." Li Zitao said calmly.

"Understood." Mike put away the toolbox and sat on the sofa blankly.

After a while, Mike suddenly stood up, went to the trash can, found a bloody handkerchief and clothes, opened the tool box, and wiped the surgical tools all over with a cloth that smelled of blood.

Then he spread out the tool belt and scattered the scalpels on it, "Boss, let me bandage it for you."

He wrapped gauze around Li Zitao's chest several times, then opened the alcohol and sprinkled it everywhere. When the room was filled with alcohol and the faint smell of blood, Mike sat down with relief.

"It's almost time, don't forget this." Li Zitao pointed to the slightly deformed shrapnel in the iron box and said.

"Huh..." Mike nodded and stood up, checking the room again to make sure nothing was missing, and then opened the door.

"Mike, how is the boss?" Seeing Mike coming out of the room, his body filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and stained with blood, Ben rushed forward and asked.

"The bullet has been removed and the bleeding has stopped, but it still needs to be observed. The boss is currently in a coma and cannot be disturbed." Mike said expressionlessly, but when he thought of the situation in the room, he couldn't help but smile.

Twitching upward.

"Okay, everyone, continue what you are doing. Mike and I are here." Wang Dagou said calmly, and walked into the room.

"I want to see the boss." Ben said a little worriedly, looking at Wang Dagou's back with alert eyes.

The life or death of the boss is unknown. He has no parents, wife, or heirs, and Wang Dagou doesn't let them meet. This is very suspicious in Ben's opinion.

For the sake of wealth and status, it was not uncommon in history to kill one's father or brother, which originally gave rise to some not-so-good associations.

"Brother Dog, let them in." In the room, Li Zitao heard the argument outside the door, whispered something in a low voice, tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes and continued to 'pretend to be dead.'

"Stop arguing and come in!" Wang Dagou opened the door and turned aside to let Ben and Sanil, who had just come back from outside, in.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol and blood. Li Zitao was pale on the bed, with gauze wrapped around his chest. The table was filled with surgical tools, and the trash can was filled with blood-stained gauze.

In the small iron box next to the surgical tools, there was a deformed shrapnel in the shallow alcohol. The blood on the shrapnel dyed the alcohol beautiful pink.

"How could this happen?" Sanil suppressed her inner emotions and choked with sobs.

"Ben, all work will continue as planned. As for the safety of the boss and the pursuit of the murderer, SHIELD will be responsible." Wang Dagou also knew the importance of Ben.

It can be said that all the properties under Li Zitao's name, whether public or private, are in his hands, and the specific implementation is also handled by think tanks.

So anyone can mess up at this time, but Ben must not mess up, otherwise Li Zitao will have no choice but to suddenly "cheat the corpse" and miraculously restore the situation to stabilize the situation.

"Take care of the boss, and leave the rest... to me." Ben turned and left after thinking.

Sanil followed him out. Seeing Li Zitao's gauze-covered body and pale face, she couldn't help but burst into tears and wanted to escape from the room quickly.

"Dog...Charlie, do you really trust them?" After the two went out, Wang Dagou moved a chair and sat beside the bed, just blocking Li Zitao's upper body and asked softly.

"I don't trust other people, but I trust myself very much and can remain rational in the face of interests. Not everyone can do it."

Li Zitao believed in Ben. A more correct statement would be that he believed that Ben would never act rashly until he got the exact news of his death.

Ben is not only smart enough, but also a wise man who is patient enough and can always let reason prevail, so he will make the right judgment when needed.

Ben was not at peace when he returned to the think tank. Just as everything was about to go on track, the boss, who had huge capital, was suddenly shot and seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Not sure if it was Ben's illusion, but sitting behind his desk, he suddenly noticed that everyone in the think tank was looking at him with an inexplicable halo.

Boom!

Tapping his fingers on the table, Ben looked at everyone with a normal expression and said: "The boss is out of danger and is currently resting.

Just now, I had a brief exchange with the boss. All plans continue to advance and are implemented according to the original plan. Let Bechtel send workers to various areas as soon as possible.

McDonald’s investment and construction is accelerating, I want to see it before the end of the month..."

Ben's brain turned around quickly, forcing himself to remain absolutely calm and devote himself to work, completely forgetting the fact that Li Zitao was seriously injured and unconscious.

Seeing him ordering everything clearly and calmly, everyone instinctively believed what he just said: 'I had a brief exchange with the boss.'

Because Ben behaved so calmly that he didn't show any worry or worry at all.

As for Sanil, women are always sentimental. She would cry even if her fingers scratched a layer of skin, let alone seeing the injured boss with her own eyes.

Didn’t you see that several other women in the think tank were already crying just by hearing the sound of gunshots and the news that the boss was shot?

With this idea in mind, the previous impetuous atmosphere instantly dissipated, and the think tank returned to its complicated and orderly work.

Only Sanil, who understood the 'truth', was sitting in her seat, looking at Ben with complicated eyes, who looked solemn and worked seriously as usual.

At this time, in the street in front of the club.

Reporters from more than a dozen newspapers who had received the news swarmed in. When they saw the special agents with their hands under their windbreakers and cold and ruthless eyes blocking the entire street, their flashlights kept going off.

"I am a reporter from the Chicago Tribune. What is Charlie Lee's current situation? Is it in danger? Is there anyone who will inherit his property..."

"I am a reporter from the New York Times. I would like to ask if the shooting of Charlie Lee is related to the mysterious death of Luciano in New York. Is there any connection between this incident..."

"I am a reporter from the Los Angeles Times. I would like to ask if Charlie Lee had a will before his death and whether the source of his property was legal?"

"I am……"

"I am…………"
Chapter completed!