"Go back?" Xiao Fei held the satellite phone tightly in his hand, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He didn't want to go back, but ten days had passed since a month. He still didn't find any trace of Liu Mang.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about driving the speedboat to the depths of the Sea of Death, but if the speedboat went deeper, all of his equipment would fail. He couldn't find his way, he didn't even know the time, it was very weird.

"Ah, Brother Liu, where are you?" Xiao Fei roared at the endless sea. However, the sea is apart from the sound of the waves. There was no other response.

"I'm sorry, Brother Liu. I'm leaving!"

Ten minutes passed, and Dumbo didn't wait any longer. He glanced at the sea again, started the speedboat, and rowed frantically across the sea. Disappear quickly.

A week later, Xiaofei finally returned to the capital.

As soon as he saw Chen Lao, Xiao Fei handed Liu Mang's things to Chen Lao.

And the so-called thing is just a mobile phone.

"Xiao Fei, go down and rest!" Picking up the mobile phone handed over by Xiao Fei, Chen Lao sighed.

"Yes. Chief!" Xiao Fei retreated silently with tears in his eyes.

"Grandpa, Liu Mang... Is Liu Mang really dead?" Xiao Fei had just left, and Chen Jiao, who had been following Chen Lao's side, couldn't control herself anymore, and tears flowed down instantly.

Chen Lao held Liu Mang's mobile phone tightly and said sadly: "Jiaojiao, that kid may have been buried in the sea more than a month ago. It's just that we don't want to believe this fact, so Xiaofei is waiting there. ”

Liu Mang was summoned to the demon hunting team, and he never thought that Liu Mang, a terrifying existence known as the god of death, would die in the sea of death. Heartache of unusual grief.

"Alas, I can't hear anyone dare to call me Old Man Chen anymore!" Old Chen sighed heavily.

"Woo woo......." Chen Jiao was already silent.

Seeing Chen Jiao crying, Chen Lao lovingly rubbed Chen Jiao's head, comforted him, and then turned on Liu Mang's mobile phone.

As soon as the phone was turned on, the SMS reminder message kept ringing.

A few minutes later, Mr. Chen opened the missed call on his phone.

"Little witch, eight hundred missed calls. Father, 400 missed calls. Uncle Li, a hundred missed calls. Pepper, a hundred missed calls. Old man Chen, ten missed calls......"

When he saw the three words of Old Man Chen displayed on his mobile phone, Old Chen suddenly had the urge to cry.

However, he is already a handful of years old and has experienced too many winds and waves. He can't cry, and he can't cry.

"Whew!"

Chen Lao exhaled a deep breath of turbidity and called the mobile phone number of Liu Mang's father, Liu Qingcheng.

"Doodoo......."

After a few rings, the phone was connected.

"Mang'er?" Liu Qingcheng's thick but trembling voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Liu, I am Chen Weimin, the head of Liu Mang. Chen Lao said after taking a deep breath.

"Is Old Chen?" In an office of the Li Group in Yang City, Liu Qingcheng's hand holding the phone was already bulging.

"Yes, it's me!" replied Chen Lao.

"Old Chen, you say, I'll listen. Liu Qingcheng tried his best to keep his heart calm. He seems to have understood something.

"Liu Mang sacrificed his life for the country. Old Chen said heavily.

"Where's his corpse?" Liu Qingcheng's voice trembled violently.

"He died in the sea, and we didn't find his body. Chen Lao said again.

On the other end of the phone, Liu Qingchen was silent, and after half a ring, he began to say: "Liu Mang sacrificed his life for the country." Die well deserved!"

Die a well-deserved death?

After hanging up the phone, Chen Lao sighed heavily, feeling very uncomfortable.

After half a ring, he handed the phone to Chen Jiao and said in a deep voice: "Jiaojiao, that little witch, come and tell her!"

Chen Jiao took Liu Mang's mobile phone blankly, and there were tears flowing in her eyes.

She gently wiped away the tears in her eyes before she called the little witch tremblingly.

"Liu Mang, you bastard, if you don't answer my phone again, your little witch will be abducted by others. The phone was connected, and the little witch's crying voice came to Chen Jiao's ears.

The longing voice made Chen Jiao's tears that she had finally wiped down again.

"Liu Mang, speak quickly. The little witch's voice is heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching.

"Xiaoxue, it's me. Sister Jiao!" Despite all the reluctance in her heart, Chen Jiao finally opened her mouth.

"What about Liu Mang, Sister Jiao, what about Liu Mang?" Hearing Chen Jiao's voice, the little witch was completely flustered.

"Xiaoxue, Liu Mang... Liu Mang: He sacrificed his life for the country. Chen Jiao gritted her teeth and said.

"What?" the little witch in the villa was so shocked that she almost fainted. Fortunately, her right hand quickly grabbed her.

After half a ring, the little witch said in a trembling voice: "He... How did he die?"

"He was attacked in the line of duty. Chen Jiao said.

"Where's his corpse?" the little witch's voice was hoarse.

"He was attacked at sea and no body was found. The little witch asked, and Chen Jiao replied.

Didn't find the body?

The little witch couldn't support it anymore. Instantly slumped on the ground, she held her knees with both hands, buried her head between her knees, and kept shaking her body, crying pear blossoms with rain, and her liver and intestines were broken.

A month ago, Liu Mang obviously accompanied her to go shopping and watch the sunrise and sunset. The scenes of the past seem to be just yesterday, how can they suddenly disappear?

"Woo, Liu Mang, how can you give up the little witch? ”

Tears fell to the ground like raindrops, and the delicate face was covered with tears. She never imagined that the parting a month ago would become eternal.

And at this moment, the right hand next to the little witch was already clenched into a fist, and a deep pain flashed in her blue eyes.

Liu Mang is like a real god in her mind. She never thought that Liu Mang would die.

Chen Jiao's sudden news made her unacceptable, made her unbelievable, and even made her angry.

......

At the same time, Mo Tianpeng, who was drinking tea at the Mo family in the capital, suddenly received a phone call.

After answering the call, Mo Tianpeng laughed suddenly.

"Liu Mang, Liu Mang, are you finally dead?"

"Since you're dead, then my Mo family can do it!"

After Syran smiled, Mo Tianpeng took his mobile phone and dialed

A couple of phone calls.

When Liu Mang left, he had already begun to lay out.

Now that it is confirmed that Liu Mang is dead, he finally makes a move and can close the net

Finish.

In Yangyang, in an office of Liu's Group, Liu Qingcheng sat quietly on the sofa, and his originally old face was even older.

He smoked cigarette after cigarette, and the office was filled with smoke and the floor was already full of cigarette butts.

The left hand, known as the left hand of the gods, stood silently beside him. At this moment, there was a look of disbelief on the cold and gorgeous face of the left hand, and there was an unspeakable pain in his eyes.

Like her right hand, she couldn't believe the news that Liu Mang was dead.

Death, this is death. Who could kill him? How could he die?

"Ahh

The left hand shook his head gently: "Mr. Liu, if the god of death asks me to protect you, I will always protect you, unless I get Liu Mang's order!"

"You go, my son is dead, you don't need to guard me anymore. Liu Qingcheng waved his hand and said lonely. With his experience, he had already seen that his left hand was Liu Mang's subordinate.

Now that Liu Mang is gone, he doesn't want to keep his left hand by his side anymore.

"Mr. Liu, unless the god of death has an order, I will never leave!" said stubbornly with his left hand.

"No, I'm afraid I don't need your protection anymore. Liu Qingcheng walked to the window of the office quietly. Then he glanced downstairs.

In an instant, he saw police cars parked downstairs of the Liu Group.

He knew that the Mo family, which had been quiet for more than a month, had finally fought back.

Without Liu Mang, the Mo family finally fought back unscrupulously.

Boom!

Suddenly. The office door was violently kicked open.

More than a dozen special policemen, led by a young man with a grim face, came to Liu Qingcheng with great momentum.

"Are you Liu Qingcheng?" As soon as he rushed in, the young man looked at Liu Qingcheng indifferently and said.

"Who are you?" Liu Qingcheng snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and said indifferently. Although I have already guessed who the other party is. But he also wanted to make sure.

"Mo family, Mo impermanence!" the young man said indifferently.

Mo Wuchang! This is exactly Mo Wuji's cousin! Mo Tianpeng's son!

"Something?" Liu Qingcheng looked at Mo Wuchang lightly.

Liu Qingcheng, chairman of the Liu Group, has long relied on improper means to bribe local officials Zhang Tianpei and others. Now, the evidence is conclusive. Arrest immediately, and if you resist, you can shoot them on the spot!" Mo Wuchang said indifferently. As he spoke, he took out a wanted warrant in his hand.

And a series of information on the wanted warrant made Liu Qingcheng's pupils shrink suddenly.

Because in that wanted warrant, there were not only him, but also Li Hui, the father of the little witch, and Zhang Tianpei, the director of the Yang Municipal Police Bureau, and more than a dozen others. These people are all high-ranking officials in the city and top figures in the business circles who are close to him.

After hearing the news of Liu Mang's death, he knew that the Mo family, who had been silent for a long time, would definitely fight back. But he didn't expect the Mo family's counterattack to come so fiercely and so suddenly.

Seeing Liu Qingcheng's pupils shrink, the corners of Mo Wuchang's mouth hooked up with a touch of coldness, and said coldly: "Arrest me!"

Four SWAT officers stepped forward.

"Whoever dares to touch him will die!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the side.

Mo Wuchang turned his head to look, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Just now. His attention was all focused on Liu Qingcheng's body, and he didn't pay much attention to his left hand.

"Ah Zuo, you hurry up! This matter has nothing to do with you!" Hearing the voice of his left hand, Liu Qingcheng's face sank and he scolded.

For more than a month. The left hand had already fended off five or six attacks for him. Although the left hand does not communicate much with him, although the left hand is Liu Mang's subordinate, the left hand is his savior. He didn't want his left hand to get involved in their fight with the Mo family.

However, the left hand did not listen to him at all, but slowly walked in front of him and blocked him with his body.

"Who are you? Do you know that you are resisting the law?" Seeing that his left hand was actually blocking in front of Liu Qingcheng, Mo Wuchang's eyes, which were originally amazed by the appearance of his left hand, suddenly condensed, and his voice instantly became cold.

He didn't expect that this beautiful and moving foreign girl in front of him would dare to resist his law enforcement.

"You don't have to know who I am. You just need to know that you can't move Mr. Liu. The left hand said indifferently.

"Hehe, what if I insist on moving?" Mo Wuchang smiled playfully at the corner of his mouth.

"That's only death!"

Suddenly, the eyes of his left hand were cold, and one hand swiped towards Mo Wuchang.

It was lightning fast. None of the people present saw the left hand. Even Mo Wuchang didn't notice that his left hand had moved. He only felt a fierce wind blowing in front of his brow.

The next moment, a strand of hair slipped from his eyes, causing his entire face to turn horrified.

"You... Who the hell are you?" Mo Wuchang took a few steps back, and there was already a look of horror on his face.

He has learned martial arts since he was a child, and he even learned the art of fighting in the army. Although the strength is not top-notch, it can easily fight against five or six big men in normal times......

He never thought that this beautiful and moving foreign beauty in front of him would be so terrifying. Before he could react, he had already cut off a strand of hair on his forehead.

He was frightened!

"I repeat, don't move Mr. Liu, otherwise, the next time my knife cuts not your hair, but your neck!"

Mo Wuchang was just an ant in her eyes. If it weren't for Huaxia here, she would have cut Mo Wuchang's throat a long time ago.