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Zheng Jiayi's reaction was very fast, she immediately braked and stepped on the end, reached out to open the door and was about to jump out of the car to escape, but the black muzzle in the man's hand made her dispel this idea.

“stop！ backoff！ This thin, sour man spoke in English, with a stiff accent, like the broken English conversation that a junior high school student in the northern countryside memorized during his morning self-study.

Zheng Jia had seen a similar pistol at his father's guard when he was an hour, and knew that this was a 54-style pistol.

"Don't be impulsive, I'll do it." Zheng Jiayi wisely chose to cooperate, while using English perfunctory, while reversing slowly, at this moment how she hoped that the traffic police who were investigating drunk driving could rush over to rescue themselves when something was wrong, but the traffic police clearly saw her reversing, but they did not chase her.

Zheng Jiayi didn't take into account another factor, he was driving an expensive Range Rover, with a market price of more than 2 million, and the license plate number was a special number section of the provincial party committee.

The black Range Rover crossed the double yellow line and turned back, Zheng Jia held the steering wheel, tried his best to keep his composure, and talked to the robber in English, persuading him not to mess around, and he was willing to give him his wallet and car.

"Be quiet, drive your car." The robber closed the hammer of the pistol, looking tired and painful.

"Where are you from, you speak English very well, do you know Mandarin?" Zheng Jiayi continued to talk, trying to dispel the other party's hostility.

"I repeat, shut up." Although the robber's English is not standard enough, the amount of words mastered is quite large, which makes Zheng Jiayi wonder, looking at his image not like a Southeast Asian, but like a simple farmer in northern China, is it a migrant worker brother who failed the college entrance examination and joined the construction industry, because the contractor maliciously owed wages and absconded, and spoke English to avoid the identity information leaked by the accent? No, if you speak English well, don't you speak Mandarin?

Zheng Jia thought wildly all day, drove the Range Rover forward, the car was raised to thirty miles, the door was automatically locked again, the sound of the locked door startled the robbers, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"I didn't do anything, where are you going, I'll send you." Zheng Jiayi explained, her calm attitude reassured the robber, took out a crumpled atlas from her arms, flipped through it and said, "To the north, cross the bridge." ”

As soon as Zheng Jia arrived at the front intersection and turned left to drive north, she guessed the intention of the robbers, Fuqian Street is the northerly location of the city, and the most convenient way out of the city is to cross the Huaijiang Bridge to the north, and to the sparsely populated place in the new city on the north bank, which is naturally the most beneficial to the robbers.

The robber was satisfied with the cooperation of the female driver, who put the pistol on his lap and said: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." ”

A siren sounded, several police cars whizzed by, and the robbers squinted their eyes, unmoved, and their psychological elements looked good.

Soon arrived at the position of the approach bridge of the Huaijiang Bridge, the police lights flashed at the intersection, more than ten special police officers guarded the intersection, inspected the vehicle, and the robber whispered: "Turn around, go back." ”

This road is not passable, Zheng Jia is good at driving a Range Rover around the city aimlessly, suddenly the mobile phone rang, it was a call from grandma, originally said to go to the city to buy something ten minutes back later, this delay is at least half an hour.

Zheng Jia raised his mobile phone: "A call from home." ”

The robber nodded, and suddenly switched to broken Mandarin and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I understand." ”

"Grandma, I bought some more things, and I'll be back right away." Zheng Jiayi briefly finished talking about the phone and hung up.

The robber asked, "Who is in your house?" ”

"Yes...... Grandparents. Zheng Jiayi hesitated, she vaguely guessed the robber's intentions.

She guessed right, and the robber said, "Go to your house!" ”

Zheng Jiayi drove back, and her mind had been thinking nervously on the way, thinking about how to get rid of the robbers, but the pistol on the man's knee made her dare not take risks.

The robber's left hand was pressed to his waist, and the lights in the car were dim and he couldn't see clearly, but there was a faint smell of blood.

"You've been shot." Zheng Jiayi said.

"Yes, I was shot, but I'm not a bad person, I just don't want to be caught and repatriated by them, and your police shoot without saying anything." The man said that his choice of words made Zheng Jiayi even more puzzled, why he was repatriated, why "your police." ”

The man's eyes touched the car, found the cigarette lighter, pressed it to heat, and then pressed it on the wound on the waist, the fiery red heating wire burned the wound, and the smell of burnt skin and flesh appeared, the man snorted and scolded: "Xiba!" ”

Zheng Jiayi, who worked in Erer for a while and is fluent in Korean, tried to communicate with the other party in Korean: "Are you North Korean? ”

"Yes, I'm a North Korean defector." The man also changed to Korean and took out a photo to show Zheng Jia, which showed a family of three, the male owner wearing a people's costume, the woman wearing a dark blue skirt, and the child wearing a white shirt and blue pants, tied with a red scarf, just like a family photo in China in the 80s.

"Where are they?" Zheng Jiayi immediately thought of horrific words such as purges, concentration camps, and dog executions.

"Dead." The man replied dryly and put away the photo.

After a period of silence, Zheng Jiayi's car drove into the family compound of the provincial party committee and parked at the door of his garage, but he did not move, the man noticed Zheng Jiayi's hesitation, and turned the handle of the pistol upside down and handed it over: "Thank you, I have no malicious intent, hide for a while and leave." ”

Zheng Jiayi took the gun, opened the garage with the remote control, and slowly drove the car in, and the man got out of the car, his clothes were already soaked with blood.

"It's a real disturbance, I want some bandages and preferably some anti-inflammatory drugs if I can." The man said, "By the way, my name is Choi Jung-ho." ”

"You wait." Zheng Jia pressed the remote control to drop the garage shutter door, went out through the inner door, walked to the door of the house, took a deep breath, took out the key to open the door, and entered the house.

"Why did you go for so long? What about the things you bought? Grandma Pan asked, the old man was sitting in Changsha watching TV, Liu Xiaoyong was sitting on a single sand, his waist was straight, the heating in the house was very sufficient, the TV was playing a festive New Year's program, and the smell of food wafted out of the kitchen, a peaceful atmosphere.

Zheng Jia was so shocked that she forgot to take the things she bought in the market, and she was about to go back to get them, when suddenly the door opened, and Liu Handong and Ma Ling walked in.

The old man likes to be lively, Liu Handong and Ma Ling often come to eat, but they didn't expect to meet Zheng Jiayi, Liu Handong greeted warmly: "When did Sister Zheng arrive?" Running out of business? Let's go after the New Year? ”

Zheng Jiayi didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with him, so he entered the study with a little nod.

Liu Handong was a little embarrassed, but Ma Ling gloated: "Ask you to talk, I ran into an iceberg." ”

"I'm just polite." Liu Handong argued.

"Bang", the door of the study closed, Zheng Jia turned on the lamp, picked up the telephone on the table, and pressed the three numbers of 11o, but pressed the plug spring again, her heart was pounding, she didn't know whether to report the case, and her heart was full of contradictions.

The sky began to snow again, and Ma Ling said Liu Handong, you drive the car to the library, don't freeze the wipers.

There was a remote control for the garage door on the shoe cabinet, Liu Handong took it and left, went out and got on his own Passat, opened the door with the remote control, and the roller shutter door was rising, but he saw that a car had been parked inside, and there seemed to be a black shadow flashing.

"There are thieves!" Liu Handong immediately got out of the car and walked over.

Zheng Jiayi in the study was hesitating whether to call the police, and suddenly saw the dazzling lights outside, and heard the sound of the rolling shutter door of his garage rising.

Liu Handong walked into the garage and shouted, "Come out!" Don't let Lao Tzu do it. ”

A black shadow swooped over, the fist hit like a storm, Liu Handong hurriedly blocked, seven or eight steps back, I felt that the other party's tricks were very familiar, Ma Ling often used his legs when fighting with himself, using both fists and feet, coherent and fast, but Ma Ling's arms and legs didn't hurt when he hit his body, this guy's arms were simply hard like iron rods, and Liu Handong's two forearms were numb after a few moves.

But Liu Handong soon realized that the other party was weak, and it was difficult to maintain this high-intensity attack, he bullied up, relying on people to protect the other party, punching and slamming, the two were fighting together, you come and go, Liu Handong inadvertently appeared that the other party had a wound under the ribs, and hit him hard, the kid who was in pain snorted, his body curled up, and he had no ability to resist.

Liu Handong got up, raised his foot and kicked it violently, kicked it twice, and suddenly heard someone shouting: "Stop fighting." ”

turned his head and saw that it was Zheng Jiayi.

"When a thief enters the house, he has to clean up as if he were dead." Liu Handong took out his mobile phone and wanted to hit 11o, but now the mobile phone screen was broken, and he should have been punched during the fight just now.

"Damn, this thing has such a hard fist!" Liu Handong spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, touched around, found an iron shovel, copied it on tiptoe in his hand, and prepared to pick it up according to his head, completely scrapping it.

"Stop fighting!" Zheng Jiayi actually took out a gun and trembled at Liu Handong.

Liu Handong wondered, could it be that this is a wild man raised by Zheng Jiayi? It's not like that. Miss Zheng's style is not so low, so why is she holding a gun at herself? Besides, ladies shouldn't use May Fourth.

"Don't get excited, can't I stop fighting?" Liu Handong dropped the shovel, slowly walked towards Zheng Jiayi, and snatched the gun over, and suddenly he saw Zheng Jia with a look of fear on his face, and someone stood up behind him in the reflection of his pupils.

Liu Handong turned around quickly, pulled the hammer with his thumb to open the safety, and pulled the trigger.

There was a "snap", it was an empty gun, no bullets.

The man's face was bloody, he stared at Liu Handong, the wound under his ribs continued to bleed, he staggered two steps, and still fell to the ground.

Liu Handong looked at Zheng Jiayi: "You brought it?" ”

Zheng Jiayi didn't speak, walked over and pressed the button, and the rolling shutter door slowly fell.

"It's a long story, he's not a bad guy, save him." Zheng Jiayi said earnestly, looking at Liu Handong with shining eyes.

The hero is sad to pass the beauty level! Liu Handong muttered secretly, he pressed the button, the rolling shutter door stopped falling, he got out and took a first-aid kit from his Passatri, dropped the door, checked the wounded, and bandaged it simply, in addition to the injury of being beaten by himself, there was a gunshot wound under the ribs, and the bullet was still in the body.

"I can't deal with the gunshot wound, so I have to go to the hospital." Liu Handong said.

"No, you can't send it to the hospital!" Zheng Jia shook his head.

"Then he's going to die!" Liu Handong was-for-tat.

"Don't you all have private doctors in the society, knife wounds and gunshot wounds can be treated, in short, you want to find a way, you must not be sent to the hospital." Zheng Jiayi is very resolute.

"Who sued you that I was a mixed society, and I was the president of the university, okay?" Liu Handong laughed angrily, does Miss Zheng's social experience come from movies?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door: "Liu Handong, why can't you come up when the meal is ready, what are you doing in the garage?" It was Ma Ling's voice, with a ridiculous and strong sourness in his tone.