Mo Cheng understands that he still has the value of use, so he dares to be so fearless. Only he who is alive has greater value to Wang Fatzi, if it weren't for this, he would have been dead for a long time now.

Along the way, although Patton and the others were close, they did not make a dangerous crash. Instead, it's more like protecting him all the way, like a personal bodyguard.

After entering the Second Ring Road, less than a kilometer to the east, Mo Chengcheng saw the 20-story inpatient building of the Mercy Hospital, with a large Red Cross signboard on the top.

Mo Cheng drove the taxi directly to the entrance of the main hospital building before stopping. He rushed out of the car and pulled the door open to carry Emma out. After a quick glance at his surroundings, he rushed in the direction of the emergency room.

In front of the emergency room door, when Mo Cheng was about to carry Emma in. He suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, his eyes were black, and the whole person fell.

Barton had a cigarette in his mouth and rubbed his palm. The rest of the people also ran up, and one of them was about to bend down and pick up the little girl, Emma. Barton immediately stopped: "What the do you want to do?" I didn't have time to take care of the girl, so I left her here! ”

The man was stunned, nodded in agreement, and ignored Emma. Patton's group set up the unconscious Mo Cheng and quickly left the hospital. All that was left was the stunned crowd and Emma lying on the floor convulsing.

Emma was spotted by a nurse, who rushed to the emergency room. Soon, he walked out with a doctor.

"This little girl is very sick, who is her family?" The doctor examined Emma and asked the nurse.

"I don't know, the person who brought her seems to have been arrested." The nurse shook her head, indicating that she was not very clear about the situation.

"She's in a terrible condition, she has to have surgery right away, hurry up and find her relatives!" The doctor ordered.

When the doctor began to rush to rescue Emma, Mo Cheng, who was unconscious, was taken into the SUV by Barton. The three off-road vehicles quickly left the Mercy Hospital and rushed all the way to the Inner Ring Road in Dongcheng District, Leichuan City.

Ten minutes later, three off-road vehicles drove into a construction site somewhere on the Inner Ring Road.

It is a large commercial building with seven or eight five- or six-story buildings surrounding a building of twenty or so floors. The building is close to topping out, and it has a huge signboard of the Juqiang Building. However, the scaffolding on the outside of the building has not been completely removed because the construction of the façade has not yet been completed.

Judging from the many construction and decoration materials in front of the building, this should have been a lively and busy construction site, but now there is not a single construction worker in the entire construction site. Instead, there were many people in black suits and guns in their hands.

The walls of the construction site were eerily quiet, and although the militants in black suits were walking around with weapons, they did not make any sound. The only sound might just come from the sound of those shoes rubbing against the ground as Barton dragged Mo Cheng.

The 28th floor of this giant building has not yet been renovated, the floor is rough cement slabs, and even the exterior walls are not completely closed.

The elevator door opened, and Barton walked out first. Immediately after that, two people grabbed Mo Cheng from the left and right and led him to the east end of the floor. Came to a fat man who was protected by five black suits and was looking out over the scenery.

This is a fat man, not tall, and looks like he has more than two hundred pounds. With his back to the crowd, he stood on the edge of an empty slab that had not yet been built, looking at the view of the city in the distance. The light gray suit on his body looked particularly fat, and a pair of black wings were tattooed on the back of his bare head.

"The view from here is so nice. Then who, you have to sue the sù designer, this whole side of the glass curtain wall for me. Do you understand? The fat man said to a handsome young man in a black suit next to him.

When he heard Barton's report, the fat man slowly turned around. Take off your tan sunglasses and put them in the pocket of your jacket. I saw that this person had a fat head and big ears, and his face was full of fat. He holds a cigar in his left hand and a large gold ring on his index finger.

The fat man waved his hand casually, and Barton immediately woke Mo Cheng up. Of course, in the same rude way as when he was stunned, he was slapped twice in the face.

Mo Cheng woke up with an exclamation, he just wanted to struggle, but found that his hands were cuffed behind his back, and there was a person on his left and right who was holding on to him. I couldn't move at all, so I could only raise my head and look at the few people in front of me. Seeing the fat man at first sight, he couldn't help but sigh, with a helpless look in his eyes.

Wang Fatzi, Wang Dayi, what a vulgar name, but he is the chairman of Juqiang Group and the former boss of Mo Cheng, a character who is enough to cover the sky with one hand.

"Black Angel, why are you doing this? How long have we been working together? Wang Fatzi waved his hand.

Barton took a few steps back and gave up space. However, with the palm of his right hand resting on the holster, he could draw his pistol at any time in a very short time. This is a standard posture of vigilance, and it is also a bad habit of veteran special forces.

"Boss Wang, I'm tired of it and need to rest." Mo Cheng shook his head, trying his best to recover his head from the chaotic state.

"Yes, everyone gets tired, and everyone needs to rest. However, after resting, it is not a one-time walk. Wang Fatzi said as he walked in front of Mo Cheng, and stopped after only two steps away. He frowned and looked at Mo Cheng a few times, and said in an extremely regretful tone: "Look at you, my black angel, is this person still you?" I can't believe you've become like this in less than a month. ”

"If you don't come to harass us, I don't have to be on guard all the time, and naturally it won't be like this." There was a sneer of disdain on the corner of Mo Cheng's mouth.

"Harassment? You've killed thirteen of your brothers. You know? If I hadn't felt that I should have given you a chance to atone for your sins, you would be a dead man by now. Wang Fatzi turned around and beckoned to the handsome man in a black suit standing on the side.

This person immediately stepped forward and handed a tablet computer in his hand to Wang Fatzi. Then he politely stepped aside.

"There's something very interesting, and I have to show you it. Perhaps, after you finish watching, there will be an incentive to get back to work. Wang Fatzi said as he tapped the tablet a few times with the index finger on his right hand wearing a white jade ring, and then brought the tablet to Mo Cheng.

Mo Cheng was a little agitated in his heart, a little uneasy, and a little panicked, not knowing what tricks Wang Fatzi played. However, as soon as he saw the picture on the screen, he immediately felt the pain of being stabbed in the heart.

The picture shows a hospital bed, and a woman lies on the bed. The woman's eyes were tightly closed, and her face was very haggard. The device next to her showed her heartbeat and blood pressure, which was slightly lower than normal, but it meant that the woman was still alive.

Just when Mo Cheng wanted to continue watching, Wang Fatzi took back the tablet. said: "Do you see clearly? Emily is alive now, and she hasn't lost her life because of your work. ”

"How did you find her? I thought she had ......" Mo Cheng had a very complicated emotion in his eyes. I can't tell if it's joy, remorse, or helplessness. In short, it's complicated.

The woman in the hospital bed is Emma's sister, whose name is Emily, a very good programmer. is also Mo Cheng's favorite person. Although the relationship between the two has just begun, it ended in a hurry. But that love is a painstaking memory for Mo Cheng.

"There is nothing in this world that money can't do! You should be well aware of this. Wang Fatzi threw the tablet to the handsome guy standing on the side, turned back to Mo Cheng and smiled: "In this way, now you have recovered the motivation to work." ”

"Why won't you let me go?" Mo Cheng asked, his voice a little choked.

"Spare you?" The fat man seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he raised his head and laughed loudly.

After a while, retracting his smile, he continued, "If you weren't the Black Angel, the King of Hackers who successfully completed 99 missions in a row, you would have been a corpse by now, including Emily and her sister. What's it called? Emma, right? ”

Wang Fatzi was very proud, and he had a sense of excitement as a winner. The person kneeling at his feet in front of him, this man named Mo Cheng, was the terrifying king of hackers. However, now he can only honestly be at his mercy. How could this not give him a strong sense of accomplishment?

"Don't hurt Emma, I promise you......" Before Mo Cheng finished speaking. Suddenly, the whole building shook, and everyone standing felt unstable on their feet.

"Earthquake! It's an earthquake! A few of the black suits were obviously not calm enough, and they wanted to leave in surprise. However, as their boss, Barton was clearly calm.

"Stop it all! Don't panic! Barton yelled.

His words were like a thunderbolt, and they had an effect at once, and his flustered subordinates quickly calmed down. Moreover, the earthquake only lasted for a very short time, and then it came to an abrupt end, and the world seemed to be calm again.

But, just as all peace is meant to be broken. Almost as everyone was breathing a sigh of relief for the end of the earthquake, suddenly a dense burst of submachine gun fire came from under the building.

"What's going on downstairs?" Barton asked aloud as he removed the walkie-talkie from his waist and nodded slightly to one of his men. The man understood what Barton meant, and he slowly walked to the edge of the floor and looked down at the ground.

"Oh no, ghost! There are ghosts! God......" There was a scream on the other end of the intercom, followed by a number of dense gunshots.