Bang—

Wu Cuo didn't know how he pulled the trigger of the pistol. When his consciousness returned to his body, he first felt a tight grasp of his hand.

The hand was shaking too hard and there was no more energy.

Jiang Ping covered his lower abdomen with his other hand, and blood flowed out from the cracks of his fingers.

"Save me...Save me..."

He looked panicked, and his wishful thinking was too beautiful. He had already made plans to watch Wu Cuo's good show, but he never expected that Wu Cuo would suddenly shoot him.

The hand holding Wu Cuo finally let go and touched his phone in panic. It seemed that he wanted to call 20 first aid.

Wu Cuo snatched his cell phone and recognized it outside the car. The cell phone landed on the ground and threw it out several meters, and the screen was shattered into a spider web.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Ping was convinced that he saw the murderous intent.

The honest man who has always been gentle and kind, his expression was calm at this moment, but his eyes were full of ferociousness. He even suspected that Wu Cuo would shoot him in the head in the next second.

Wu Chou did not.

He took it off and threw it to Jiang Ping.

"Cover yourself, I don't care if I die."

Jiang Ping grinned and covered his lower abdomen, panicking so much that he had the majesty of the superior. "No, no... This position... hurts the liver, it's too dangerous... it will lose blood... and send me to the hospital, don't you want to kill people, right?"

It must be admitted that his negotiation skills are not bad, but unfortunately Wu Cuo doesn't care about his life or death at this moment.

When his father's life was threatened, Wu Cuo's heart seemed to be wrapped in something and became hard and dull.

"If something happens to my dad, you can bury him with him."

Wu Cuo drove the car very fast, with the purpose of their last stronghold, where his father was hidden.

Mr. Wei was also rushing there.

He was originally coming to help Wu Cuo, but before he arrived, he received a call that was said to be able to tell him the truth, and the truth was indeed explosive.

Judging from the distance, if nothing unexpected happens, he will arrive first.

He did arrive first...

It was a mortgaged property taken back by the bank, a mid-to-high-end residential building with three bedrooms and two living rooms.

There is an empty house, Wu Cuo's father is not there.

He shouldn't be away. He knew his identity very well and how noticeable the ugly burns on his face were. Whenever he was transferred to a new place, he always tried to stay as quiet as possible.

There was a bucket of half-eat instant noodles on the table. Wei Shao reached out to touch it and the wall of the bucket was still hot.

The person has just left and is in a hurry. There is only one possibility. Someone informs him and lets him move.

Is it Wu's fault?

Wei Shao shook his head. He could still hear the sound of the electric arc. He knew that Wu had shot at the staggered shot, but he did not hear him send the message.

Who could that be?

Before Mr. Wei could figure out this problem, Wu Chou came.

As soon as he entered the door, he threw the injured Jiang Ping to the ground, regardless of whether he could beat him or not, and rushed towards Wei Shao.

"Where is my dad?" he roared, "Where is the person?"

Wei Shao easily avoided and made up for a kick, and Wu Cuo immediately fell to the ground.

"I want to ask you if you want someone!" Wei Shao was not angry.

His eyes narrowed, and Jiang Ping immediately felt a dangerous aura. He lay on the ground and did not dare to move, trying to reduce his presence, and even thought of a way to pretend to be dead.

Wei Shao's eyes still looked at him.

"You are the one who called me, right? Jiang Ping."

He picked up Jiang Ping and said, "It's okay, I have a way to verify your statement."

Jiang Ping's face was pale, and cold sweat broke out layer by layer. His hands and feet were cold and his body temperature was dropping.

Wu Cuo was in a mess. No matter what Mr. Wei did, he would not intend to stop him even if he killed Jiang Ping.

This seemed to be a kind of pleasing. He hoped that this meager pleasing would make Wei Shao show mercy to his father. He had only one thought in his mind: his father, who had finally seen the light of heaven again, could not die, and he could not let this person who had been tortured for the rest of his life die like this.

"Hey, if it's really my dad," Wu Cuo said to Wei Shao: "If it's really him, you'll kill me and I'll pay for his life."

Wei Shao said seriously: "You can consider it."

Wu Cuo didn't expect that he did not veto directly, and was a little surprised.

Wei Shao explained: "I am considering that practice is the most painful thing for him, whether to kill him directly or kill you so that he will not be able to live like this.

But I think you don't seem that important.

It's been 20 years, and he has been hiding for a whole 20 years, and has never even looked for you. He has only himself in his heart and only cared about his own life.

I don't think it would be too much pain to kill him.

Look, I have considered it seriously and decided not to adopt your opinion.”

Wu Cuo wanted to cry without tears.

After years of persistence and searching, all of them are no longer important. He only has a brick floor after the collapse of the pillars, which is desolate and desolate.

Wu Cuo sat on the ground, so tired and wanted to sleep. It would be great if he could get through all this after a night's sleep.

Mr. Wei no longer paid attention to him, and looked at Jiang Ping, who had only half his life left, and took out a few needles.

"Let's see if what you're telling the truth."

...

Ten minutes ago.

Jin Ziduo and Minghui rushed to the last stronghold in a hurry and raced against time to pick up Wu Cuo's father.

Although Jin Ziduo did not hear Jiang Ping's story, he heard the words of Wei Shao and Wu Cuo from the headsets where several of them worked together, and knew that Wu Cuo's father was in danger.

The two of them almost picked up the person, almost following Wei Shao, and then drove away.

Out of control.

No one would have thought that after so many years of investigation, they would have to draw their swords at each other.

Apart from being too calm, did he know something long ago? Or, he had already done psychological construction, no matter how incredible the ending was, he could calmly avenge his father.

"What to do? What to do?" Jin Ziduo asked Minghui.

Minghui's hand holding the steering wheel was shaking.

She was always confused about the whole thing. At this moment, she only knew that something terrible was about to happen.

She had not yet come back to the shock of "the disfigured man in the back seat was Wu Cuo's father", so she had to force herself to face the second level of shock.

"When I go back to the city hall, I have Hei Bao Gong here, it is safe there."

"Yes, yes, let's go back, but Wu is wrong..."

Bang—

Minghui felt a heat on his shoulders, and the bullet rushed out with a stream of blood, breaking through the windshield.

The right hand can no longer hold the steering wheel.

The two of them saw from the rearview mirror at the same time that the man with burns on the back seat had a ferocious expression like a ghost seeking his life.

The man whispered: "You can't go to the Public Security Bureau, absolutely not!"

"Don't throw away all your communication equipment, listen to me, I will drive you wherever you want, don't play tricks, I won't be ruthless because you are his colleagues."
Chapter completed!