Chapter Eighty-Six: Borrowing a Knife to Kill
Looking at Quanbaolan's happy appearance for the rest of her life after the catastrophe, Li Juli sneered in her heart.
Do you still believe in him at this time?
Li Juli has reason to believe that the people behind Luo Yuhao, who were the ones behind the kidnapping of them in the first place, are definitely the main culprits in this 'dinner'.
How could a wealthy son put his mind on Tiara? They were just a commodity to be sold, and it was clear that the price given by Jin Chongguang satisfied him, so he sold it as a matter of course.
"Ji-yeon, that's your brother?"
Park Ji-yeon was shocked, and her dripping eyes rolled, "No, I don't know." β
Li Juli's eyes narrowed, and when she was about to question, Quan Baolan spoke.
"It's okay, it's okay, let's hurry up to the airport and leave this place of right and wrong early." Quan Baolan was of course happy to see her sisters come back intact and safely, but when she thought of her husband falling into the tiger's mouth, she couldn't help but worry.
Sir, how are you doing now?
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Bang bang.
Spider-Man, oh...... After Weng Tingjun shot himself twice, he straightened up and threw the pistol to Jin Chongguang without stopping.
"Yes, about the momentum of the second master, but do you think I can let them go in this way? You are so naΓ―ve. β
Jin Chongguang took the smoking pistol, stood up and raised the gun to aim at Weng Tingjun, he didn't have so much time and energy to waste here, he wanted to go back to the hotel to train the seven women well.
Thinking of the beautiful woman with a mole, Jin Guanghua's heart couldn't help but get hot.
Just as Kim was about to pull the trigger, the door was kicked open.
It was heavily armed men who broke in.
Jin Chongguang subconsciously pulled the trigger, Weng Tingjun was shot in the left shoulder again, and then shouted: "Mom, kill people, kill people." β
After speaking, Weng Tingjun fainted.
"Ah sir, misunderstanding ......"
Kim raised his hand to signal surrender, but the four Flying Tigers did not give Kim a chance to explain.
The submachine gun in his hand was strung into a fire dragon and pierced Jin Chongguang's body.
Bang.
Jin Chongguang's head bloomed, blood gushed out, and he didn't even have time to scream, he fell in a pool of blood, and he didn't blink an eye.
I haven't shot yet, have I?
Ah, Sir, why don't you listen to me?
Ah, Sir, I was wronged, I didn't shoot him! It's not me!
It's a pity that the people of the Flying Tigers didn't hear Jin Chongguang's heart, in their eyes, it was Jin Chongguang who seriously injured Spider-Man with a firearm, which gave them a reason to shoot.
Just kidding, this is the president and artist of South Korea, in case the situation is strict, and the director does not dare to gamble on the concert in the future, they will not escape the blame.
Weng Tingjun, who had fainted, secretly opened his eyes, looking at Jin Chongguang's miserable appearance, he was greatly relieved, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes, this person died without pity.
Weng Tingjun hated to cut him with a thousand knives, split the corpses of five horses, and executed Ling Chi.
Hiss -
Weng Tingjun gasped, and he couldn't hold it anymore after being shot three times in his body, and his eyes went black and he fell unconscious.
The members of the Flying Tigers breathed a sigh of relief after looking at Weng Tingjun, Luo Yuhao, and Wu Wenxuan who fell to the ground.
"Send the hostages to the hospital, clean up the scene quickly, arrest the remaining Erwuzai, and announce to the public that this is not a drill, but a cleanup of dufan."
"It's the captain."
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Three days later, Weng Tingjun, with heavy eyelids, woke up leisurely.
"Big brother, are you awake?"
Weng Tingjun moved his dry lips and smiled laboriously, "I'm fine, what about them?" β
"I asked Wu Wenxuan to send them back to China."
"What about the group?"
"The mastermind Jin Chongguang was shot in the head, and there is no body, and the remaining group of people have many criminal records that have been imprisoned in Stanley, and it is estimated that they will not be able to get out in this life."
"Go book a ticket back home today." Weng Tingjun stood up with his body propped up, looking at his bandaged arms, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"I see."
"How long have I been unconscious."
Luo Yuhao helped Weng Tingjun to help his body, "It's been 3 days." β
Weng Tingjun smiled bitterly again, this Nima's soul has been worn for less than two months, how many times has he been injured?
"Did they find out?"
"Nope! However, Ji-yeon and Sapphire are a little different. Luo Yuhao felt ashamed, "Big brother, I'm sorry." β
"It's not your fault." Hearing this, Weng Tingjun's pale face became a little ruddy, "Help me go through the discharge procedures when I go out." β
"Okay, big brother, you rest." Although Luo Yuhao had a lot of doubts, how did Weng Tingjun find out about them? What did Weng Tingjun use to save them? But now was not the time to ask, and he didn't dare to ask more, so he left the ward.
After a few minutes, Guo Yanlun, the captain of the Flying Tigers, walked in and communicated with Weng Tingjun in English: "Sir, we apologize for the trouble caused to you, but don't worry, the criminal has been ambushed." β
"Thank you." Weng Tingjun was very polite, "You will suppress this matter, right?" After all, they are entertainers. β
Not just for them, but for themselves. He is already "dead", and he must not be found alive, and there will be endless troubles.
"That's as it should be." The Flying Tigers team member smiled, "If it's okay, you can read the newspaper, then we'll go first." β
"Okay." Weng Tingjun thanked him again.
The Flying Tigers are vigorous and resolute, and they come and go quickly, Weng Tingjun picked up the newspaper and saw that the date was two days ago, and the headline on it was the headline of the Flying Tigers in Hong Kong.
The Kowloon XXX gang involved in # poison was extinguished by a swarm of bees in O Ji, Guo Yanlun, the captain of the Flying Tigers, how awesome the hero is.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Turning his head to look out the window, this slight movement touched the wound, and Weng Tingjun couldn't help frowning and snorting softly.
"I don't have money or power, I can't do anything, it seems that it is necessary to hire bodyguards!" Weng Tingjun closed his eyes and said secretly.
This time I went to the meeting alone, which is an understatement, but the process is full of crises, if the Flying Tigers receive the signal that they are one step late, I am afraid that it will not be Jin Chongguang who will die, but him.
Thanks to the two reporters in the toilet at the beginning, there was no button camera, and Park Ji-yeon would not have picked it up, and if he hadn't picked up Weng Tingjun, he wouldn't have found out what happened to them.
After knowing that they had been kidnapped, Weng Tingjun was anxious and paced back and forth in the suite, but quickly calmed down.
The plan for the present is to save them safe and sound.
How to save?
He is not Spider-Man, and there are thousands of little brothers behind him.
So what to do?
He thought of the Hong Kong capital O, brought the address book from the front desk lady, contacted Captain Guo Yanlun, and then passed the information of the camera to the other party.
The two parties negotiated, and Weng Tingjun decided to act as a bait and sheep into the tiger's mouth, just as Park Ji-yeon just gave him a Spider-Man suit to avoid close contact and was recognized by them, Weng Tingjun shot himself twice in order to delay time, in order to paralyze Jin Chongguang's thinking, in order to give a signal to the members of the Flying Tigers outside, although he harmed himself, he also gave the Flying Tigers a reason to shoot.
Kill several birds with one stone.
The whole plan looks uneventful, and it is thrilling, and only Weng Ting knows about it.
Ji-yeon ...... I didn't break my promise. β
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It's not cool enough, it should be executed at Ling Chi. There will be several more today, ten thousand rewards plus more, do you want to exhaust me to death? How many more shots?