Few people know Canglong's stunt flying knife, but those who know Canglong's flying knife stunt only know that his right hand is the strongest, and in fact his left hand is the strongest, this secret is unknown to no one except himself.

The Templar assassin died under Canglong's left hand, he was caught off guard, if he had known that Canglong's left hand was powerful, maybe he could have dodged some, but he would also have died, because Canglong had never missed with his left hand, this was his confidence, if it weren't for Wanwan, maybe he wouldn't have been injured.

Wanwan on the bed had already fainted with fright, the assassin of the Templar fell to the ground, blood kept pouring from his wounds, if he hadn't held on, he might have swallowed his breath, his eyes flickered at Canglong, his whole body was trembling, his breathing became extremely difficult, and he was not as chic as he was just now.

Canglong walked over slowly, ignoring his wounds, squatting in front of him with difficulty, and said, "You... Should I be told something?"

Hearing this, the assassin smiled bitterly, handed him the dagger in his hand, and said, "Give it to ...... Here you go...... Right now...... You...... You are its master, take him...... Go for revenge ......"

"Revenge?" Thinking of the special name of this knife, Canglong couldn't help but feel a little weird in his heart, carefully took the knife, and asked, "Let's talk about it......"

The assassin forced himself and said, "Actually...... In fact...... I'm not a ...... Freely...... Killer of Freedom...... The Saint and the other eight Templar Assassins ...... Kill...... You can't kill me, right...... It's because ...... Stab...... Assassin ......"

He didn't have time to finish the last sentence, his face turned pale, and he finally swallowed his last breath, excessive blood loss is something that a person who has undergone high-intensity training can't bear, and his heart has been pierced, and he can endure surviving for so long, it is still the result of a stronger will than normal people.

However, he died before he finished his last sentence, but Canglong's mind was full of temptation, what did he want to say? It seemed that he wanted to tell Canglong that he betrayed the Vatican and escaped and was hunted down because someone was protecting him, but Canglong was strange, what kind of person or force could pull out his teeth from the tiger's mouth and act against a religious organization like the Vatican?

"Could it be ......" Canglong had a bad idea, but at this time, his eyes were also blurred for a while, also because of excessive blood loss.

But he still stood up with difficulty, staggered to the side of the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and patted Wanwan's body carefully, she was still trembling when she fainted, Canglong's hand was caressing Wanwan's body through the quilt, and her mouth was silently reading something in her ear.

After about ten minutes of persistence, Canglong finally couldn't help but lie on the bed, at this moment his eyelids were suddenly as heavy as a mountain, and he just wanted to lie in this strange but familiar place and sleep well, but he still raised his hand and took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket, pressed one of the buttons, and then couldn't support it, and passed out with Wanwan in his arms.

When Uncle Jia got the signal to come in, he saw a room full of blood, the heart of the man lying on the ground was pierced, the blood flowed neatly all over the ground, and the bed was also full of bloodstains, and two flying knives were inserted into Canglong's body from behind, and the flying knives stabbed out of his chest and nailed to his body.

"Quick, pack everything up, and quickly send them to 302 Hospital for rescue. Uncle Jia immediately ordered the people around him.

Several people in black suits quickly cleaned up all this, and in less than a minute, Wanwan and Canglong were carried into the ambulance at the same time, under the opening of the military vehicle, using the emergency channel, and drove to the 302 Hospital, and after the ambulance left, a black SUV appeared at the door of the courtyard, and dozens of people wearing white protective clothing walked into the courtyard.

Ten minutes after they entered, the whole house was cleaned up after they came out, without any traces of blood, and all they brought out was a morgue bag, which disappeared into the Beijing traffic outside Nanchizi Street without any stops.

"Mr. Lin, the matter is settled, the assassin is dead, the killer is seriously injured, Wanwan is in a coma, I have checked that there should be no big problem, are we acting according to the plan?" Uncle Jia picked up the phone and reported to Lin Wanrou.

On the other end of the phone, Lin Wanrou calmed down, her worries were gone, but now she was faced with a choice, this choice was about Canglong, although it was a bit of a posture of unloading the mill and killing the donkey, but she had to do it, because this was her husband's death order, this person threatened national security, it was not a personal reason that could be exempted, and it was not even Canglong who could escape the crime after saving Wanwan.

"Secret treatment, secret detention, leave him alive. Lin Wanrou made the final decision, because she couldn't do it, not only because Canglong saved Wanwan repeatedly, but also because of a trace of special emotions in her heart.

"Alive?" Uncle Jia was a little puzzled, because the chief's order was to take advantage of the opportunity to kill him completely and never leave him alive, not because they would take revenge, but because of their Canglong's danger level, which was the highest level in the General Intelligence Bureau, no one would leave such a person here.

"Yes, don't tell Lao Long about this, you just do what I want, I have my own plans. Lin Wanrou said seriously.

Hung up the phone, but Uncle Jia was embarrassed, Lin Wanrou was not his direct boss, but his direct boss was Lin Wanrou's husband, Wanwan's father, which made him hesitate, but a few minutes later, he picked up the phone again and dialed the secret line: "Chief." ”

"Lao Jia, what's the matter, I actually called over the secret line. An old voice came from the phone.

"It's Miss and Mr. Lin's business, the assassin is dead, and the person protecting Miss is the killer of the Assassin Alliance, and now he is seriously injured and is being rescued in the special care ward in Hospital 302. Lao Jia reported everything about the matter.

"Are you sure you can kill him?" the voice on the phone suddenly became solemn.

Lao Jia was not surprised, and said: "Be sure, he has lost too much blood, even if he is a strong person, he has absolutely no strength, and now he is an ordinary person, he can easily kill him, but ......"

"But what, have you stayed by Wanrou's side for a long time, and people have become twisted, Lao Jia, you have been with me for more than 20 years, don't let me down. The voice on the phone became stern and heavy.

"I know that I am a soldier and I take obedience to orders as my duty, but Mr. Lin said, secret treatment, secret detention, I ......" Lao Jia did not continue, just waiting for the voice on the other end of the phone.

Sure enough, there was silence over there, but after a while, his resolute voice came again: "The interests of the country are more important than everything else, we can't let such a person stay in this country, this matter will be left to you, and you must not let the people of the 15th Military Intelligence Bureau know, understand? I need to be clean." ”

"I see. After Lao Jia finished speaking, he hung up the phone and sighed, but he knew that some things could not be changed by personal feelings.

"Activate Agent 068,069, target 302 Hospital, 3rd Intensive Care Unit patients, and leave no trace behind. Uncle Jia said, got in the car and picked up the phone, dialed another number, and hung up the phone after speaking.

However, he felt uneasy in the car, so he asked the driver to go to the 302 hospital, ready to watch it in person, so as not to have any accidents.

When he arrived at the 302 Hospital, it was already twenty minutes later, he showed his ID, walked to the intensive care unit after passing the security check, and when he arrived at the front desk, he suddenly heard several nurses talking anxiously, and one of the words made Lao Jia's face change.

"This patient's blood is extremely rare, it is rh negative blood, this kind of blood is not much in Beijing's blood bank, and it has to be matched, maybe there may not be one in a thousand people who can be matched, unless it is an immediate family, only the probability of immediate family members is the highest, listen to Dr. Li said, now the entire Beijing blood bank is matching, it is said that none of them are qualified, and now the hospital management is contacting the patient's family, and who is this person, can actually be admitted to the third special care ward. The nurse said.

"By the way, what's wrong with that little girl, it's really distressing, she looks so cute. Another nurse was a little worried, but changed the subject.

"The girl is fine, the best psychiatrist in our hospital is already treating her, and now she has woken up, but she doesn't seem to be affected, it is said that someone gave her psychological therapy at a critical moment when she suffered some kind of severe blow, otherwise the child would have been left with a shadow for the rest of her life. ”

Hearing this, Uncle Jia was worried and unbearable, and he suddenly understood why Canglong had been delayed for so long after solving the assassin.

But thinking of that blood type, he couldn't help but worry, and then hurriedly went to the attending doctor, got Canglong's medical records, he stared at the blood type column tightly, when he saw that blood type was, his face suddenly changed, and the hands holding the case were trembling.

"How, how is it possible, how is it possible. With a shake of his hand, the case fell to the ground, but he hurriedly took out the mobile phone in his pocket and dialed Lin Wanrou's number.

Lin ...... Mr. Lin, I ...... I...... I've found Haotian, I've found him. Uncle Jia was a little incoherent with excitement.

"Haotian !!" Lin Wanrou on the other end of the phone suddenly lost her voice, what a familiar name this is, in the past twenty years, she thought about it day and night, and even thought that he was dead.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lin...... Hurriedly...... Hurry up and call the chief to cancel the order, I'm confused, I'm confused......" Lao Jia kept blaming himself, "Haotian is the killer, that killer is Haotian, his blood type is exactly the same as yours, only the immediate family will be exactly the same, so, he is your son, he is your son Long Haotian......"

"How...... How could it be...... How could it be him. Lin Wanrou, who was dealing with an international energy case on the other end of the phone, changed her face greatly, but she suddenly thought of something, "What did you just say? What did you say, Lao Long gave an order? Didn't I tell you not to tell him." ”

"I ...... I...... I ......, "Lao Jia doesn't know what to do."

"Cancel the operation immediately, cancel the operation immediately, if there is any mistake in my Haotian, I will let you all bury him. Lin Wanrou's last sentence was almost shouted, and she was no longer dignified and virtuous in the past.

"But the agents are already in place...... I...... No, I'm going to stop them personally. After Uncle Jia finished speaking, he hurriedly ran to the ward.

However, when he came out, he happened to see a sneaky doctor come out, he ran in to see that the heart rate in the No. 3 ward of the special care had stopped fluctuating, and at that moment Uncle Jia's face changed greatly, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.........