He didn't have a briefcase when he fell. Where is it? If the searchers found the money, I wouldn't have been able to save Gong Yu.

Bronze's heart pounded. He climbed to the top of the ramp and saw more flashlight lights near the wrecked car. For now, he can still hide in the bushes, but the searchers may soon find the area. He gasped for breath as he bent over, trying to get his bearings. From which side did Joe Kansai attack him? Is it from the left or from the right? Bronze turned and stared down, and in the darkness he could vaguely distinguish Qiao Kansai's body. He thought back to their struggle at the bottom of the slope and speculated about where they landed together. If they had landed on that spot, they would have fallen from his left, and Giordano should have done so from the ......

Bronze crawls forward in the bushes. At this moment, the flashlight light began to shine in his direction. No! Bronze thought. He had never felt the adrenaline rush in his body so strongly. He felt like his pulse had never been beating so fast. He felt increasing pressure on the back of his ear. Briefcase. The briefcase must be found. I need it. Without a briefcase, Gong Yu can't be saved.

He almost crawled past it, but he realized in time what he had come across. When he grabbed the briefcase, he was worried that his heart would burst due to the loss of stress. At the same time, his foot touched something near the slope behind him. His pistol, which fell out of Joe Kansai's hand when he stoned him. He slipped his gun into his robe, and now he had the guts to hope he had succeeded. He also has a chance to save Gong Yu.

But if the flashlight came this way, he wouldn't be able to save her. What if one of them was a police officer? His bronze clothes were covered with muddy water, and he continued to crawl forward through the bushes, trying not to make a sound. He climbed to the point where he felt he had started into the woods. He looked back, waiting for the flashlight to move farther away from him. As soon as he had the opportunity, he climbed up from the bushes as fast as he could, and did not stop until he reached the edge of the road. Vehicles are speeding through the rain, tires hissing and lights shining. There were a few cars parked on the shoulder of the road, mostly empty, and the people in the cars must have gone to the woods to help find the survivors of the crash. One of them was a patrol police car. Bronze was shocked when he first saw it, but luckily there was no one in the car, but the police might be back soon.

Next to the police car was their car. In the car, Officer Blue collapsed behind the wheel in frustration. Even from a distance, it could be seen that his face was covered in blood. Bronze thought, I can't wait any longer. In order to prevent anyone in the woods from watching him, he covered the briefcase with his body, quickly burrowed out of the woods, and walked briskly along the road.

Bronze got into the car, and Officer Blue sat up straight.

"Can you see it? Can I drive? ”

"Yes."

"Let's go."

Officer Blue turned the key on the igniter, started the car, and quickly drove into the dirt road. "You look terrible."

"I didn't dress up for the occasion." Bronze stared behind to see if anyone was following them. It doesn't seem to be.

"I don't know when you'll be back, and I don't know if you'll ever be back." Officer Blue said.

"I didn't know you were going to be in the car. You're doing it right. ”

"I'll be a good driver when I steal a car and run away. In fact, I used to be. ”

Bronze looked at him.

"That was before I was 20 years old." Officer Blue said, "You got the briefcase?" ”

"Yes."

"What about that guy?"

Bronze didn't answer.

"Then Gong Yu has one less trouble."

"It's self-defense." Bronze said.

"I didn't say it was any other reason."

"I need this briefcase."

"1 million. With so much money, some people don't want to save anyone at all. ”

"Without Gong Yu, I can't save myself."

"Oh my God, Gu, you're crazy. If you're not careful, you'll end up killing yourself. Officer Blue grunted nervously, his voice lower than a whisper, "Or you'll give Ryan a chance to kill you." For the past hour, they had been arguing about this plan of Bronze, who had firmly demonstrated his determination. Ryan was hopeful that this would be the case, and that's how things are going.

Bronze felt Officer Blue lean into Oldsmobile's back seat, grab his shoulders and drag himself outside into the rain. His order to Officer Blue was not to be soft-hearted, to be as good as possible, and to do what a thug would normally do when he kills someone and disposes of a corpse.

Officer Blue complied with his orders, and did nothing to slow down the impact of his body as he landed as he threw the bronze to the ground. Bronze dragged him through puddles. His body was aching, but he didn't show it, and he still kept his appearance limp. Although his eyes were closed, he could imagine the scene of the car being hit parked next to the hotel on the observation deck. Soon it was midnight, and it was raining again, so it was impossible for anyone to stop to enjoy the scenery of the West Lake Flower Port. When the weather is good, you can see the lights of the West Lake boat and the lights on the opposite shore from the observation deck. But in such bad weather, all you can see is darkness. Just in case someone stopped here to rest for a few minutes, Officer Blue pulled the car diagonally to the observation deck, blocking the way in case anyone could see what looked like a corpse being dragged to the back of the hotel.

Bronze heard Officer Blue mutter, and then felt himself be thrown into a puddle of mud with a "plop" sound. He allowed his body to roll limply, and lay down in the mud with his left half down. He half-opened his eyes and saw something black in the darkness behind the house, like a garbage can. He heard Officer Blue running through the mud puddle towards the car, and soon returned. Then he was seen leaning his briefcase against the back wall of the house, and then disappeared in a flash. Then he heard the door close and the car start. The tires splashed and the car drove away. The sound of the engine grew quieter and quieter, and then Bronze could only hear the hum of cars on the road in the distance, and the sound of rain hitting the clear plastic bag wrapped around his head.

"The deal Ghodano and Ryan made was money and my corpse." Bronze insisted. At that moment, he and Officer Lan were driving over in a hurry, lest they were too late. They started looking for it at 10:30. It was 11 o'clock, 11:15 a.m. later. "We have to get there at midnight." On two occasions they found a store that was still open, but it didn't have the materials Decker needed. At half-past eleven, they finally bought everything they wanted. Officer Blue parked the car on a deserted road in the middle of the field and did what he had to do.

"Why can't you just let me leave a note and put it with the money? Pretend to be Giordano and say that he will only kill you if Ryan fulfills his promise. Officer Blue tied his bronze ankle with a clothesline.

"Because I don't want him to be suspicious. Be sure to tie the knot in a place where you can see it at a glance. There must have been darkness behind the house, and I wanted him to see at a glance that I was being chained. ”

"But in that case, if he doesn't believe you're dead, you won't even have a chance to defend yourself." Officer Blue tied his bronze arms behind him.

"I hope it will convince him. He would never believe that I would voluntarily hand myself over to him and leave him at his disposal. ”

"Does this knot hurt?"

"It doesn't matter if it hurts or not. Be like the real thing. To make it look like I was never going to be alive, it looked like I didn't react in the slightest to such bondage. Gotta convince him that I'm dead. ”

"When he sees you, you might be really dead. Old guy, this plastic bag just scares me out. ”

"That's right, and it's going to scare him. I'll rely on this last resort. Color me. Hurry up. ”

Bronze needs something that looks like blood, and a pathologist once told him how to disguise it as a stain of blood with the easiest materials to find, and this time he used these materials – chicken blood and pigeon blood.

"To make it look like they used to take pleasure in hitting me." Bronze insisted.

"They smashed your lips and made your jaw bloody and fleshy." Officer Blue is disguised in mixed materials.

"Hurry up. We have to be there in 15 minutes to get to the delivery location. ”

Officer Blue quickly put the bag around the bronze's neck. Bronze took a breath and sucked the bag to his head. The plastic bag clings to his face, sticks to his skin, and sinks into his nostrils and mouth. Officer Blue muttered a prayer of his kind, quickly poked a small hole in the bag that had sunk into the bronze mouth, and quickly shoved a small hollow tube into it. Bronze bit the tube between his teeth so he could breathe without breaking the vacuum that kept the plastic bag on his face.

"Oh my God, old Gu, can you do it, can you have enough air?"

Bronze nodded slightly.

"The bag is on your face like this, you really look like a corpse."

Bronze thought, good. Now he was lying in the mud puddle behind the hotel, listening to the sound of heavy rain hitting the bag, and it was dark all around. As long as he breathed shallowly, slowly, calmly, the little air he got from the straw was enough for him to live. But every time he took a light breath, a feeling of panic set in, trying to overwhelm his unwavering determination. Every time he exhaled slightly, his heart wanted to beat faster and get more oxygen. The rope that tied the plastic bag around his neck was so tight that it sank into his skin - that's what Bronze insisted Officer Blue did. Every bit had to look absolutely convincing, and it had to be convincing to the touch - the cold rain would lower his skin temperature, making his skin feel like a slowly cold corpse. For even a split second when Ryan suspects he's not dead, he'll shoot himself in the head and end the matter.

The danger is that Ryan might shoot him regardless of Thirty-Seven Twenty-One, but Bronze expects the strange appearance of his face to make Ryan think that there is no need to use force. If Ryan felt the pulse on his wrist, he couldn't touch it. The tightly tied rope has greatly reduced blood flow. Ryan could also try to feel the pulse on his neck, but to do so, he would have to untie the rope that tied the plastic bag — which was time-consuming and disgusting. The only way he could do that was to press his palm against the ribs above the bronze heart, but he was unlikely to do so, because the bronze was lying on his left side—to touch the ribs on the side of the bronze heart, Ryan would have to turn his body over and press his hand against the disgusting dirt stuck to his clothes.

The stakes are still very high. "You're crazy." Just like Officer Blue has always said to him. "You're going to kill your own." But is there any other way? If things hadn't gone exactly as Ryan had requested, if his body hadn't been dumped there as Gordano had promised, Ryan might have been suspicious of the money, and he might have feared that there was a trap in the briefcase, and Bronze's plan was all about the money that had unfolded around it and the guide he had hidden in the banknote. If Ryan didn't take the money, Bronze wouldn't be able to track him to the place where Gong Yu was being held. No matter how he analyzed it, he couldn't think of any other way. Ryan must be shown his body.

"Do you love her that much?" Officer Blue asked him before putting the plastic bag over the bronze's head. "Risking your life to save her like this?"

"I'm willing to go to hell for her."

"Is it to find out if she has real feelings for you?" Officer Blue looked at him in surprise. "It's not love. It's self-esteem. ”

"It's hope. If I don't believe in love, then I don't care about anything. Put the straw in my mouth. Tie the bag. ”

"Old Gu, you're the most amazing person I've ever met."

"No, I'm a fool."

Bronze lay in the mud, breathing lightly, suppressing panic, gathering the power of control he had, trying not to imagine what would happen to him. His lungs need more air. Perhaps, he thought, there was indeed another way. Perhaps, he just wanted Gong Yu to know how much he loved her and what kind of things he would do for her.

Desperately distracted, he remembered the first time he saw her two months ago...... Has it only been such a short time? It seems like a long time ago...... In the foyer of the real estate company - she turned to him, and his heart rate changed all at once. He had never felt such a strong attraction in his life. His mind conjured up her silhouette, her thick hair shiny and shiny, her tanned skin glowing with a healthy glow, the shape of an athlete, and her well-shaped breasts and buttocks. He was mesmerized by her graceful chin and model-like forehead. He imagined himself approaching her. Suddenly, his mind turned to the night of their first time, her sparkling eyes and lips so close to him that they became blurred. He tasted salt, sun, and a certain primal taste. He felt as if he had been half a human being in his past life, and now he was finally whole, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. He was filled with a sense of pleasure, and he finally had a goal - to create a new life with her, to share with her, to become one with her.

His consciousness suddenly returned to reality—for, in the distant hum of traffic and the sound of rushing rain, he heard a sound on the steep slope behind him. Although the plastic bag hindered his hearing, the worry improved his perception. He heard heavy wheezing, and the sound of slippery footsteps, and the sound of branches breaking.

Oh my God, Bronze thought. He had been waiting until he heard a car pull off the road and drive to the observation deck. However, Ryan had been waiting here for a long time, hiding on the slope below the guardrail. Bronze said to himself, Officer Blue must have seen it when he dragged me to the back of the house. He must have seen him throw me into a puddle, leave the briefcase, and drive away. If Officer Blue had said a word to me at that moment, or if he had tried to throw me lightly, Ryan would have immediately realized that it was a trap. He's going to shoot us.

Bronze shuddered when he realized how close he was to death. The cold rain also made him shiver, and he immediately tensed his muscles to restrain this reaction of his body, and he did not dare to move. He had to look lifeless. In the past, whenever he embarked on a dangerous mission, he always used meditation to calm himself down. Now he's using it again. He concentrates his thoughts, trying to leave his feelings, fears, desires, worries, and needs behind.

But he couldn't restrain his imagination. He imagined Ryan staring wide-eyed into the darkness from the top of a rain-soaked slope. Ryan must have been nervous, wet and cold, and in a hurry to finish the matter and run away. He must have a gun in his hand and would shoot at the slightest mistake. He may also have a flashlight. Perhaps, at the risk of exposing himself, he turned on the flashlight to shine on the rope that bound his arms and legs. If that were the case, he would have let the beam stop on the plastic bag that covered his head.

Footsteps rang out from the wet gravel, as if Ryan had stepped over the guardrail. It was a critical moment, and Bronze knew that if Ryan was going to shoot to make sure he was really dead, it would be at this time. In order not to let his chest rise and fall in the slightest, he held his breath. Immediately, his lungs began to starve of air. The suffocating pressure in his chest grew stronger, and his severely deoxygen-deprived muscles ached from the need for oxygen more and more urgently.

Footsteps stopped near him. Bronze was prepared, so he didn't react when a shoe kicked him in the shoulder, sending him to the ground. Although his eyes were closed, he still felt the glare of his flashlight shining through the plastic bag, and Ryan was carefully examining the plastic bag covering his face. He had already moved the straw to the corner of his mouth, and inhaled slightly, so that the bag had sunk deeper into his mouth. He felt dizzy and desperate to breathe. So, he concentrated on imagining Gong Yu; All he had in his mind was her. He felt dizzy, feeling like he had been swallowed by her.

Ryan snorted, perhaps out of contentment. The flashlight was then turned off. The bronze lungs seemed to be about to explode. He heard footsteps swiftly walking through the rain, presumably Ryan walking briskly towards the briefcase. But then something else sounded, and Bronze was confused. Click, click. He was increasingly worried. What is this sound? What is Ryan doing?

Suddenly, he understood. The guy was pouring money into another bag, and he was afraid that Giordano would put a guideway in the briefcase. This instinct is good, but I have expected it. The introducer is not hidden in a briefcase. He used his knife to dig a hole in a bundle of bills, shoved the guide into it, and retied the bundle with rubber straps so that it looked no different from other bundles.

Bronze heard Ryan snort again, this time with force. Something flew through the air and rolled down the hill with a clatter. Bronze understood that it was a briefcase, and Ryan threw the briefcase away. He didn't want to leave any traces to show that the area behind the hotel had ever been used as a delivery location, but if he threw away the briefcase—

Oh my God, he's going to do the same thing with me. As soon as Bronze had time to control his oxygen-deprived body and prevent himself from exposing himself to panic, Ryan grabbed him by the shoulders, dragged him back violently, and roughly lifted him up to the guardrail. No! Bronze shouted in his heart. Immediately afterward, he felt weightless. His body hit something. He tumbled off the thing and felt weightless again. His bound arm touched something underneath his body. He couldn't resist his impulse, and he groaned in pain. Did Ryan hear him moan? He rolled down and hit something again. He thought that he would probably have to roll down the slope of the rock wall all the way to the West Lake. This distance is so long, I will definitely fall to my death. Suddenly, he stopped after a few bumps, and the pain was unbearable. His head hit something.

He was knocked into a dazzle and felt liquid in the plastic bag. I'm bleeding! Warm, sticky liquid poured out of the wound on his forehead and began to fill the plastic bag. No! He didn't care if Ryan could see himself moving now. He had no choice. He had to breathe. His original plan was that Ryan would take the money and leave him alone. As soon as he was gone, he reinserted the straw into the hole in the bag and breathed as hard as he could, until Officer Blue—the receiver's pointer would start moving when the money was taken—he would know—came back and let him go. However, Bronze never thought that Ryan might dispose of the body. If he had expected this, he would never have tried this plan, it was terrible. The rope that tied the plastic bag to his head was tightly wrapped around his neck and sunk into his skin. He felt like he was about to be strangled.

He was in need of air, and he was mad. He moved the straw from the corner of his mouth and tried to stick it into the small hole in the bag, but he couldn't find it. He couldn't control his body, so he exhaled hard, causing the bag to swell, but then involuntarily inhaled hard. At this moment, the bag filled his nose and mouth, clinging to his skin like a living thing. Camouflage paint and blood stuck to the bag. Officer Blue can't find me in time!

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