The person lurking in the blood bank originally wanted to wait for Li Jinghao to enter before shooting, but the door was only opened a foot wide, and the other party closed the door again. The people inside immediately shot at the door, and Lee Kyung-ho had already run away without a trace.

These people were all directly mobilized troops stationed in Seoul, ordinary police officers were searched on the streets, some South Korean CIA personnel were dressed in civilian clothes to inquire about the situation, and the remaining Blue House guards remained in the presidential palace to protect Park Chung-hee.

If it weren't for Li Jinghao's ability to do some makeup and his mastery of the way of lurking, I am afraid that he would be arrested on the street.

When Li Jinghao heard the gunshots inside, he had already judged that these were army personnel, and he wanted to lure them out to break them, but only some of them came out, and the rest were still in the blood bank. It seems that they don't seek merit, but they seek no fault, and the first order they receive should be to guard the blood bank.

Seeing that he couldn't get into the blood bank, Li Jinghao had to hide and booby trap a few people who were chasing him, found some medical cotton, bandages and alcohol in the hospital, and rushed to the equipment room to get some syringes. During this time, he killed seven or eight more soldiers before jumping out of the window and over the wall.

At this time, countless reinforcements had already come to the hospital, and Li Jinghao put away the things he had scavenged from the hospital and covered up the traces he had left before opening a sewer cover near the flower platform and jumping down. He worked as a beggar for a year, and if nothing else, the underground drainage system of the entire Seoul was transparent.

After walking in the sewer for more than ten minutes, Li Jinghao came out again, quietly touched into a private house on the back street, and sneaked into his bedroom.

There were two people lying on the bed in the bedroom, what seemed to be a couple.

Li Jinghao directly knocked one of them unconscious, only then covered the mouth of the other person, pointed a knife to his throat and said, "Don't scream, or I will kill you." ”

The man was shocked and nodded quickly.

"What blood type are you?" Lee Kyung-ho said as he removed the hand covering his mouth.

"No, I don't know." The man shuddered.

Li Jinghao scolded in a low voice, knocked him unconscious directly, and touched him into the next private room.

This time the man knew, "O-shape." ”

"Are there any contagious diseases?"

"Yes, hepatitis."

Lee Kyung-ho was stunned again, tried several times, and finally found a blood type match and was in good health.

After Li Jinghao fainted, he dragged the man down the sewer, occasionally taking off his shoes and walking barefoot on the ground for a while, carefully leaving no traces, and actually returned to Shin Seungwoo's side safely.

At this time, Shin Seung-woo was already dying.

Since no blood collection equipment was found, Lee Kyung-ho drew blood directly from the blood vessels of the captive man and injected it into Shin Seung-woo's body. Now he can only be a dead horse and a live horse doctor, and he doesn't think about infection, cell rejection and the like at all.

The person who was collected blood woke up twice halfway, and was directly knocked unconscious by Li Jinghao.

Under this brutal blood transfusion method, Shen Chengyou's face actually showed a hint of ruddy, and the other person didn't know how much cc blood was drawn, and his face was as white as a zombie.

…… In the middle of the night, Wang Zijun saw faint firelight and noise outside, so he got up and watched behind the window, thinking that he was arresting the people who participated in the assassination.

Wang Zijun could imagine how wonderful the newspapers of various countries would be tomorrow, because it happened that reporters from various Asian countries were there, and a few of them were injured. Fortunately, no journalists died, otherwise South Korea's international image would have been completely over.

As for Park Chung-hee, it is estimated that his biggest headache now is not how to catch the assassin, but how to face the questions of reporters from various countries.

A few years ago, Park Chung-hee would have probably pushed the burden directly onto the North Korean guerrillas, but now that the two countries are in a friendly stage, South Korea, which is at a critical period of economic development, will not provoke North Korea because of this.

Well, it can only be pushed to any terrorist.

This kind of thing will definitely not happen, nothing unusual.

Don't think that a shootout in front of so many people will have a big impact, the shooting at Jianguomen in Yanjing in '94 also killed an Iranian diplomat and his 9-year-old son. A Canadian reporter happened to be present and filmed the whole process, and the incident was broadcast on Canadian television.

As a result, China immediately announced that it would shut down its television and satellite broadcasts, and would not allow all reporters to cover it. In China, no one other than the person concerned knows about it at all. (I don't know Baidu Sotian Mingjian, the cause of the incident is that the wife of the soldier Tian Mingjian, who was seven months pregnant, was forcibly aborted by the local family planning office, and one corpse and two lives.) "Knock knock......" There was a knock on the door.

Wang Zijun's heart tightened, he didn't turn on the light, and walked over carefully to open the door. saw Lin Fengjiao wearing a coat outside the door, shivering with cold in the aisle.

"If you don't sleep so late, are you afraid that you won't be able to sleep?" Wang Zijun asked.

"Hmm." Lin Fengjiao answered and squeezed into the room.

Wang Zijun closed the door and was about to turn on the light. In the dark, Lin Fengjiao suddenly hugged him, and the coat on her body also slipped to the ground, leaving only thin pajamas.

"Don't turn on the lights, I'm afraid!" Lin Fengjiao hugged Wang Zijun and said.

"Whew!" Wang Zijun spat out hot air, and the hot body of the woman in his arms made him think big, and he forcibly said, "Don't do this, go back to your own room." ”

"No, I'm not going back, you can accompany me." Lin Fengjiao's trembling body was tightly pressed against Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun's throat was dry, and he hurriedly pushed her away, turned around and said behind her back, "If you are afraid, you can go and sleep with her in Zhao Yazhi's room." ”

After Lin Fengjiao was pushed away, she hugged him from behind and asked, "I like you, don't you know?" ”

Wang Zijun said helplessly: "I know, you are also a very good girl, but I already have a girlfriend." ”

"I don't care." Lin Fengjiao said, "I've liked you since the day you rescued me in the hotel last year. I'm obsessed with you, looking for things about you everywhere, and I don't have the money to go in and watch your concert, but I've been listening to it outside for three days. I don't have a record player at home, and you saved your own money to buy one to hide under my pillow. Do you know? You came to the hotel that day and dragged me upstairs, thinking you were trying to pay for my body. I would have slapped him if it had been someone else, but I really wanted to. Hehe, I just didn't expect me to be amorous, you actually asked me to be an actor. That Miss Lin Qingxia of yours is very beautiful and very nice, I didn't want to fight with her, so it's enough to like you silently. But, it's ......."

Wang Zijun was silent, he reminded himself not to play with fire, but unfortunately when he heard Lin Fengjiao tell him his heartfelt feelings, the most in his heart was actually snickering.

"But I saw you being shot at the awards ceremony, I'm really scared, I'm afraid I won't see you anymore, woo woo, I'm so scared ......" Lin Fengjiao said and began to whimper, "When I was a child, my family was poor, and my father was a well-known literati with a hard temper and a lot of physical illnesses. My mom and I do a lot of work every day, and I know from a young age that I'm different from everyone else. I don't have any friends, and no one treats me well, except for my parents, Sister Manna is the first person who really cares about me, and you are the second. I had to do some work during the day and dance girls at night, and when I came home, I was so tired that I had a headache to sleep, and then I looked at the poster with your picture on it. Isn't it amazing to say, just look at it and fall asleep. At that time, I was thinking, if there are really angels in this world, you are the guardian angel in my life......"

Wang Zijun listened to her speak, and the ** on her body gradually cooled. He picked up the coat on the ground and put it on Lin Fengjiao, put it in his arms, and comforted: "Let the past pass, aren't you already doing well now?" If it were another woman, for the sake of money or fame, I might really do something tonight. But you're a good girl, and I don't want to hurt you, because I can't promise you. Go back to sleep. ”

Lin Fengjiao didn't move, let Wang Zijun hold her like this, and after a while, her breathing gradually stabilized, and Wang Zijun realized that she was actually standing and falling asleep.

Wang Zijun was speechless for a while, so he had to carry her to his bed and cover her with a quilt, while he sat in front of the window and smoked a cigarette.

The color outside the window changed from black to white, and Wang Zijun didn't know when he fell asleep on the table.

Two days ago, it was raining sleet, but today there was an unexpected sunshine, shining on people's bodies warmly.

After Lin Fengjiao woke up, she opened her eyes and saw Wang Zijun's pen and manuscript paper at the bedside, and immediately understood that this was not her room. She touched her lower body with some panic and expectation, and after finding that there was nothing abnormal, she couldn't tell what it was like.

However, thinking that this was Wang Zijun's bed, I was happy again, and I pulled the quilt and smelled it, but there was only the smell of washing clothes, and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Lin Fengjiao thought about it, but when she saw Wang Zijun lying on the table sleeping soundly, she couldn't help but worry a little about his body. Recalling what he said last night, Lin Fengjiao thought that he really didn't see the wrong person, he was a good man.

But how come all the good men in the world belong to someone else?

Lin Fengjiao thought of Lin Qingxia again, and she was ashamed and annoyed, if only I had known him first.

Lin Fengjiao lay on Wang Zijun's bed for a while before she reluctantly got up, put on her coat, and carefully slipped out and returned to her room.

After Wang Zijun woke up, he found that his legs were numb, his shoulders were also very sore, and he was covered with a coat, which was thought to be made by Lin Fengjiao.

As soon as he finished washing, an official from the Blue House sent a gift box, saying that the president thanked him for his rescue and asked Wang Zijun to play in South Korea for a few more days.

Wang Zijun said that he would like to thank him and will definitely enjoy the beautiful scenery of Seoul, but he has already made up his mind to go back today.

After sending the official away, Wang Zijun opened the box and saw that it was actually a Korean Korean ginseng, and it really looked like a baby, vaguely seemed to be a baby boy, and even the little jj between his legs.

Wang Zijun didn't expect such an unexpected gain, so he hurriedly wrapped it up and put it away, and then went to the airport with everyone.

Who knew that when I arrived at the airport, I found that because there were too many people leaving Seoul, the plane tickets had already been sold out, so I had to stay a few more days.

(To be continued)