The reason why Yang Bing was so surprised was because he was so familiar with that voice. And this happened a few days ago, in a hidden place, I heard Zheng Ke blurt it out. How is this possible? You've already set it up? Didn't you take all precautions and only talk to Zheng Kemi once? How could it be wiretapped, recorded, on the spot?

Forced myself to calm down and recall the details of the time, obviously what I have done is not leaking? What exactly is the business trip? The place where he talked was chosen by himself, and Zheng Ke's body was also closely searched by himself......

His face had become dark at this time, the sweat oozing from his forehead was dripping down, his eyes were full of uneasy fear, and even his hands and feet couldn't help but tremble slightly. The heart is like an ant on a hot pot, beating up and down.

No, the development of things must not be so simple, and I must have been secretly calculated. It's not just a matter of being eavesdropped, it's like someone has dug a trap in advance and is waiting for them to jump down. Who would be so clever at a time like this? Is it jealousy or revenge? Could it be ...... That man didn't die?

Thinking of that possibility, suddenly, his eyes fell on Cai Muyun in the guest seat in a panic, only to see that she was crying like pear blossoms and rain before, as if she was already disdainful of watching a good show, sitting there dignifiedly, calm and relaxed, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth. As if he had already expected today's events, there was no hint of surprise.

Yang Bing's heart chuckled in secret thought, could it really confirm his guess?

Don't wait for him to react further. Unexpectedly, Yang Bing's voice full of laughter came from the stereo: "Lao Zheng, you can put a hundred hearts, how can I cross the river and tear down the bridge for you?" After we are already grasshoppers in the same boat, we will have more opportunities to cooperate. Don't have any worries, I'm sure I'll help you wash your hands this time so that you can continue to be a business tycoon. ”

"I'm not greedy for a business tycoon anymore." Zheng Ke's voice was obviously a little depressed and weak: "I just ask you to keep your promise, I will provide you with accurate information, you just need to find a way to rescue my wife and children and rearrange an identity for us, live a peaceful life, and no longer have to worry about it, so that I will be satisfied." ”

"Okay, refreshing, I promise your conditions, and I promise that everything will be done for you. However, if you dare to divulge half a word about us, don't blame me for being ruthless and not talking about brotherhood. Yang Bing's fierce voice spread out again.

Although the whole conversation is not very long now. But no matter how stupid the masses are, they can tell at once that this is clearly Yang Bing's voice. The staff around Yang Bing, when they saw that something was wrong, desperately tore out the wires of those stereos and turned off the power. But no matter how you do it, the sound that surrounds your ears is still clear and loud. It's useless to do a qiē, as if someone has taken control of all the audio equipment.

The words that came later were to discuss details such as how to exterminate the response personnel of that wave of terrorists so as to give him meritorious service and send him to the clouds.

The air froze, and the atmosphere around it was already surging. From the whispers of discussion from time to time under the silence, people unanimously cast questioning glances at Yang Bing. The facts are in front of him, and Yang Bing seems to have fallen from the clouds into the abyss.

"Slander, this is **naked slander." Rao is like this, Yang Bing's face is still unwilling, it is difficult to hide his panicked eyes, and he roars into the microphone, intending to wash away his innocence: "Fellow journalists, this kind of audio evidence is the easiest to fake. Don't believe this rumor, I'm really innocent, and I promise to find out about it when I go back. Now, please ......"

"I can prove that Colonel Yang Bing is lying." A clear, clean, and touching voice suddenly interrupted him: "I can confront Colonel Yang in front of the media all over the world.

Everyone looked behind them in unison, and when they saw someone, they all gasped. I saw a beautiful girl like an angel wearing a plain white dress and a blonde shawl, walking in the direction of Yang Bing.

Whether it is a reporter or a guest, they all unconsciously get out of the way. Click, click, the reporters who instinctively caught the big news began to give full play to their professional professionalism, and they took a fierce photo of Illya and Yang Bing in front of them.

One is pretty and peaceful, quiet as water. One was terrified, as if he had seen a ghost. The contrast between the two is stark. Although Yang Bing is still struggling to quibble, the reporters with keen senses seem to have discovered the clues.

"You, you ......" Yang Bing looked at Illya who was getting closer and closer, and his questioning words choked in his throat and couldn't speak. In his eyes, it was even more difficult to hide the shock. In his mind, his plan was naturally flawless, but he never expected that there would be a fish that slipped through the net. It's normal that the body is not recovered, how big is the area of the vast sea of fire? The waves were so big and fierce that they were almost certain to die.

A person who was already "dead" suddenly appeared in front of him like this. And it was when he was at his most energetic and about to reach the peak of his life.

"Miss Angel, what the hell is going on?" After the reporter from the United Kingdom recognized Illya at a glance, he was already very excited, so he squeezed in front of her regardless of it, handed over the microphone in his hand, and waited for her answer with anticipation.

Illya glanced coldly at Yang Bing and began to recount what had happened on board the helicopter that day in her characteristic ethereal voice. Yang Bing, whose face was like ashes, opened his mouth several times, wanting to refute a few sentences, but he didn't know where to start.

She is full of clarity and purity, as if she is an angel descending into the world, as if she was born with a quality that makes people trust without reservation. What's more, what she said was the truth.

"Sister Muyun, this little girl's voice is really wonderful-pleasant, ethereal, no wonder so many people are crazy about her." Qi Manjing saw that the overall situation was almost decided, and she was in a good mood, so she covered her mouth and smiled and said: "I don't know what kind of situation she is moaning on the bed, whether it will be so touching, as if she is singing." ”

Cai Muyun is completely convinced now, the first half of this woman's sentence is still like human words, how can her words turn around, and suddenly she will be involved in that matter again? We are all widows, how can we be so different? really glared at her angrily: "People are internationally renowned stars, can you accumulate some virtue?" ”

"Sister Muyun, you don't know something." Qi Manjing glanced at Iliya with charming eyes: "With my woman's intuition, there must be something not simple between her and Wang Yong." Maybe one day, you'll hear her moan? ”

Cai Muyunqiao's face turned red, and she glared at her viciously, is this woman still virtuous? If it weren't for the fact that this was in public, I would have to pinch her twice. Xing's eyes went sideways, and he said a little angrily: "Wang Yong saved her, she should be grateful, don't catch any beauties and make up for Wang Yong, okay?" ”

"Sister Muyun, don't believe me, my intuition is very keen." Qi Manjing wrinkled her nose and snorted, "God knows how many romantic debts he has caused outside?" ”

"That's right, everyone next to this person is good, but it's hard to pass the test on women."

Just when the two girls were talking badly about Wang Yong, the faces of several people on the guide seat also became gloomy and embarrassed. How can it be easy to get to that position?

The situation is already very clear, and with so many foreign journalists here, even if you want to make amends, you know that it is too late. Especially the head of the military region, who was so angry that he directly slapped the table and stood up, angrily said ridiculous, and then turned around and left with his sleeves brushed up.

As soon as the chief set the tone, even if Yang Bing wanted to explain it again, he couldn't explain it.

Luo Yun and the others also glanced at Yang Bing expressionlessly, and left in disappointment one after another, it was originally a happy and face-raising thing, but in the end, it turned out to be so embarrassing in front of everyone?

Follow-up matters are handled by our own secretaries and staff.

Yang Bing stumbled under his feet and wanted to chase after the chief, but was ruthlessly stopped by the guards. The indifferent attitude, as if he had been sentenced to death, drained his last strength.

"Yang Bing, you are suspected of murder, rumor-mongering, fabricating evidence and other crimes, please come with me." Heroic, Chi Baobao, who had been waiting for a long time, strode in front of him with a few police officers, showed his arrest warrant, and unceremoniously grabbed the handcuffs and handcuffed him firmly.

The surroundings began to boil again, and the reporters continued to shoot Yang Bing, who was arrested by the police, all the way. Speaking of which, today's news is really tortuous and moving, and it is really rewarding. If the domestic media can report it, then these first-hand information will bring them extremely rich profits.

Almost at the same time, in a hidden residence, Zheng Ke panicked after receiving a short message. After packing his luggage briefly, he was about to escape from the door, but he heard an extremely cold voice coming from a corner of the house: "Do you think there will be a place for you in the world?" Where else do you want to escape? ”

When Zheng Ke looked back and saw Elibeza, who was standing quietly by the window like a ghost, no, to be exact, like a grim reaper, his scalp exploded, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, where was there still half a bit of strength and courage to flee, and he fell to the ground with a puff of his knees, and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Judge, please, let me die a happy death." ”

"The rules of the organization, you know." Elibeza's cold voice seemed to come from hell, and it was cold and not like a human voice.

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