"To put it simply," said the little leader to Dai Hongxing, "tell me, what does Mr. Gu want you to tell him?" ”

Another car was plugged in front of the car again, and the driver spun the steering wheel sharply and cursed.

"Where is An Ruoxi?" The little boss asked. His attitude is very arrogant!

For a moment, Bronze really thought there was something wrong with his injured eardrum, and misheard the pronunciation of these words. Gong Yu, this person must be asking this name, where is Gong Yu? But the opening and closing of his lips did not match Gong Yu's name. An Ruoxi, this is the name he said. But who is An Ruoxi?

Could it be Gong Yu? There is nothing else to explain. An Ruoxi?

"I don't know." Dai Hongxing said. His face turned pale from fear. His words were squeezed out, as if his mouth was dry. "I don't know where she is."

The little leader shook his head in disappointment. "I told you, I don't want to embarrass you. I ask you questions and you should give the answers I need. If you're honest, I won't have to bother. ”

He grabbed a piece of tire iron, lifted it up, and slammed it into Dai Hongxing's calf.

Dai Hongxing screamed and hugged his leg.

"You just have to do what I say, and you won't suffer." "But you don't want to cooperate." Do you really think I'm going to believe you, the magistrate of the court—" He held up his badge with the red star. "—Sent to find out if An Ruoxi is already at Santa Fean's house, but I don't know where she ran away?" He slammed the tire iron against Dai Hongxing's other leg, the floor trembled, and Dai Hongxing flinched. "You think I'm going to be that stupid?"

Dai Hongxing's mouth was dry, but he still insisted, "I'm not alone, we have a group." We took turns contacting her, and no one would always know her whereabouts. I haven't seen her since the first of last month. ”

The big guy slammed the tire iron into the metal floor. "But you know she ran away today."

"Yes." Dai Hongxing swallowed with difficulty.

Boom! Once again, the tire iron slammed into the floor. "This means that you are in touch with the rest of your group. You think I'm going to believe that the rest of your group didn't tell you where you hid her? ”

"This is only reported when it is necessary to know. They told me I didn't need to know. Dai Hongxing's voice sounded as rough as the grinding sound of sandpaper.

"Oh, is that so? That's not good for you. Because if you don't know anything, you're useless, and maybe I'll kill you. The little boss pointed his gun at Lao Yang again. I know who Mr. Gu is, but who are you? ”

"A little man."

"And what else are you for?" The gun of the small boss was equipped with a silencer. The gun went off, and it sounded like a hand on a pillow.

Lao Yang fell backwards, motionless.

The bronze heart beat wildly.

There was a sudden silence in the car, and the roar of traffic outside seemed louder. The driver swerved sharply and avoided a sedan that changed lanes without signaling. "These idiots, I can't believe it. They thought it was a racing race, and they were really dizzy. ”

The big man still ignored the driver's complaints, and still stared at Dai Hongxing viciously. "Now I've got your attention focused, right? One fell, and the next was bronze. Further back, guess whose turn it is? ”

"You're going to kill me anyway," Dai Hongxing said, "why should I tell you?" ”

"Hey, if you're willing to cooperate, we'll tie you up and stuff you in a broken shed anywhere. We just need you to be silent until Monday. After that, it doesn't matter. ”

"How do I know if I can trust you?"

"Look at this face, like it's lying to you?"

"What happens on Monday?" Bronze asked. He remembered that Gong Yu planned to take the train back to Hangzhou on Sunday.

"Did I tell you to interject?" The big man shouted.

Bronze shook his head.

"You're already on my list," said the gunman, "and if it weren't for you, we caught that woman last night, and we'd be back in the mainland by now, and the boss wouldn't have lost his temper at us for letting her run away again this afternoon, and we wouldn't have had to drag you two around this damn Xining on Saturday night." ”

When it comes to the mainland, Bronze feels more and more on fire in his heart. He knew full well that the gunman would not divulge any specific details to them unless he intended to kill himself and Dai Redstar, though he said he would not do so.

The gunman put the gun to Dai Hongxing's forehead. "Maybe you haven't recognized the situation, maybe you haven't realized what my boss will do with me if I can't solve this problem."

"Hey," said Dai Hongxing, "please listen to me, I don't know what you want me to tell you." I was sent from Wuhan to Xining at the end of August, and An Ruoxi was my first assignment in the region. The other sheriffs are already involved in this, and they just know the details, and I'm not a member of the circle at all. ”

Bronze immediately thought that maybe he could find a way to postpone his death. "I want to know her better than Dai Hongxing."

The gunman turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the bronze face. "Didn't I tell you not to interject?"

Bronze nodded.

"If you know her so well the fuck, why don't you know where she's gone? We have been ordered to track you. We've been following you since you guys left your home to go to the Bureau of Investigation. Obviously, you're looking for her everywhere. ”

Bronze did not react.

"You speak!" The gunman shouted.

"If I knew what was going on, I might be able to remember what she said, and what she said unintentionally might reveal where she went." Bronze said.

"You're so kind-hearted, tell me."

"Then you'll have to let me out alive. Hi, I hate her as much as you do. Bronze said.

"Dude, I don't believe it."

The car jerked to the side again.

"She lied to me." Bronze said, "An Ruoxi? She told me that her name was Gong Yu, that her husband had died of cancer in January, and that she had come to Santa Fe to start a new life. ”

"Oh, her husband did die," said the gunman angrily, "but instead of cancer, she hit his head open." ”

Bronze was stunned. "What did you say?"

"It's not surprising that her marksmanship is better than mine, the old guy taught her."

Old guys? Bronze pondered in his mind. He wanted to ask who the old guy was, but he didn't dare, he had to pretend like he was giving information instead of asking for it.

"Also, did she tell you why she could afford that house?" The gunner asked.

"With her husband's life insurance money."

The gunman burst out laughing angrily. "Yes, there's a life insurance payment, that's right. It was 100 tickets, divided into several bags and placed in the safe at his home, which was enough to contain more than 2 million legal currency. She opened his head and took the money. ”

The car suddenly turned to the side, and everyone in the car shook.

"Hey!" The gunman angrily turned to the driver. "If you can't fiddle with this thing, let Miko drive."

"I didn't tell you," said the man behind the wheel, "I've never seen anyone drive like this." It's these rickshaws and wagons, and they're slamming in front of my car, like playing a game, trying to see how close they can get without hitting me. It's really turning the roads into country lanes. ”

"Do whatever you are told to do. I hate to make a mess of things, and this job sucks, it sucks. ”

When the gunman turned back towards Bronze, Bronze felt a slight movement beside him, but he didn't show any surprise. The movement was on his right, and it was Lao Yang, who took advantage of the shadow on the back of the car and pressed a finger on the bronze ankle to show that he had not been killed. Bronze thought that Lao Yang's only purpose in doing this was to remind himself that he might be planning to do something.

The gunner pointed the pistol at the bronze. "Alright then, brother, I'm a reasonable person."

One of his accomplices snickered.

"Hey, really," said the gunman, "trust me. I have a suggestion, and you may think that this magistrate can further confirm your suspicions. I'll give you 30 seconds to give me the most accurate guess of her whereabouts. Do your best, because if you can't get past me, you're done. Perhaps then the magistrate will realize how serious I am in doing my job. ”

Sweat ran down the bronzer's face. "She told me she was going back to Hangzhou on Sunday."

"Of course. She is due to testify in court on Monday. There are 25 seconds left. ”

"Then you'll know where to stop her - on her way to testify."

"Boy, she's almost killed twice, and those guys in the Bureau of Investigation won't dare to risk her showing up again, they'll protect her like the president. The key is to find her while they are still scrambling and have not yet made arrangements. There are 20 seconds left. ”

Bronze was anxious. He thought, I have to do something, I can't just let him die, I have to-

At that moment, someone next to the gunman spoke to him, and Bronze's reflexes tensed.

The gunman muttered under his breath and turned his face sideways, and the gunner listened. "Damn, the boss is going to be furious. We didn't catch her again, and the police said she ran away before the house exploded. We're trying to find her...... You? She went to you? Where are you going to take her? Well, I will...... It's almost done. Did you call your boss? Will he be satisfied? I'm really nervous, I'm really nervous...... We'll catch the next train back. Right now I'm talking to an old friend of yours and asking him if he has anything else to say at the end. Do you have anything to say? …… All right. The gunslinger grinned and told Bronze to turn his head

Bronze asked confusedly, "...... Feed? ”

He hadn't heard that voice in over a year, but he immediately heard the gloomy tone. "Bronze, I wish I could see what happened to you."

"Ryan?"

"You ruined my life." The voice said.

"Listen to me."

"You've ruined my future."

"No, that's not true. You tell these guys, we need to have a good talk, we need to talk about this. Bronze said.

"My father would be proud of me."

"Ryan, I need to know about Gong Yu's situation."

"But you want to intervene, you want to prove how smart you are."

"Where is she?"

"You want to give all the credit to yourself."

"Why did she run away with you? What did you do with her? ”

"It's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to her. Also, what are those people going to do with you - I want them to do that slowly. ”

"Ryan!"

"Who's fucking smarter now?"

Bronze saw Ryan finish and jumped out of the car from the tailgate

The gunman was still grinning with bared teeth. "Before, your old buddy asked me to tell you, 'Goodbye, Shanghai.'" He laughed and raised his pistol. How many have I counted? 15 seconds? 10 seconds? Oh, to hell with it. ”

However, at the moment when the gunman's finger was about to pull the trigger, Lao Yang jumped up with all his strength. Although he was wounded, he flew up and kicked the muzzle of the gun wide. The pistol made a dull sound, and a bullet flew through the canopy of the car.

The bronze fist slammed between the gunman's eyes, and then pounced on the gun. The big guy was hit by him, lost his center of gravity, and smashed into the person sitting on his side, then bounced back and fell on the other side. In the small space of the carriage, bodies collide violently with each other.

"What happened next?" The driver glanced back at the mess. The car shook violently.

Several people in the carriage scuffled together. Bronze kicked a gunman in the lower abdomen, then reached for the big gun. At this time, there was another person next to him who was also struggling to resist, it was Dai Hongxing. The magistrate punched a gunman in the face. Then he pounced on him and snatched the gun from his hand. The gunman in the passenger seat in front of him began to climb over the low fence to make his way to the back. The big guy fired another shot, and the bullet went out of the roof again. Bronze thrust hard, and everyone fell forward, and the impact of everyone's bodies knocked the gunman in front of him back into the passenger seat. The men struggled, and their bodies rushed forward again. They overpowered the fence and fell to the front of the car, pushing the driver tightly against the steering wheel.

"No!" The car crashed into the rear of a light delivery truck, and the driver screamed and slammed on the brakes, intending to slam the steering wheel to avoid another collision with the truck. But the men twisted and struggled and pressed him to the steering wheel, and he couldn't pull the steering wheel at all. The car lost control, and the driver could only watch in horror as the car sprinted into the lane next to it, crashed into the body of a sedan, tilted to the right, slid forward for a while, brushed past another car, and then slammed diagonally towards the side of the road, ran over the guardrail, rolled several times, and finally stopped. The windshield shattered, and the people in the car were dizzy and wanted to vomit.

The bronze was smashed and breathless. He lay quietly in the middle of a mass of motionless people, feeling dizzy and dizzy, and everything in front of him looked double. He wondered why he opened his eyes and saw not the canopy, but the left side of the car. Then he realized that the car had flipped over, and the left side became a canopy. Time seems to stand still. He woke up from the shock, and time passed again. He smelled gasoline, and fear urged him to hurry. The smell of gasoline was so strong that it choked people. He thought, oh my god, the gas tank must have cracked.

He fumbled forward, ripping off a human body that was pressing down on him. Fear urged him. The constant stream of headlights on the highway shines through the shattered windshield. Lao Yang, I have to find Lao Yang, and I have to find Dai Hongxing. He was shocked in his heart, and realized that the person he had pushed away from him just now was Dai Hongxing. Dai Hongxing's dull eyes, as well as the strange posture of his head, clearly showed that his neck had been twisted. Old Yang! Where is he? One of the gunmen groaned. When Bronze was looking for Lao Yang, he had clearly realized that the two front doors were blocked by the human body, and the car was reversed to one side. Surrounded by the smell of strong gasoline, Bronze felt like he was in trouble. He prayed to the hope that the back door wasn't jammed.

Another gunman groaned, and another weakly raised an arm. Bronze groped his hands and knees towards the back of the car and crawled over, just in time to see Lao Yang. Through the lights shining through the shattered windshield, he saw his mouth wide open and blood pouring out.

His eyes were open, but they had lost their luster. But maybe he just got knocked unconscious! Maybe he wasn't dead, and Bronze fumbled clumsily, trying to find his pulse, but without success.

One of the gunmen regained a little strength and cursed. At the same time, bronze smells another smell other than gasoline, which is the smell of smoke. The carriage was filled with smoke, and he choked on bronze and coughed. He realized that the car was about to explode. He hurried towards the back door of the car. This rapid movement caused the car to lean backwards. Why is that? What is the body lying on? He came to the back door. Since the car is reversed to one side, the doors are horizontal. He grabbed the latch at the bottom of the carriage and twisted it hard, the door moved, he breathed a sigh of relief with joy, thankfully, the rear door did not jam, he pushed open the door at the bottom of the carriage, moved to the top of the door, and felt the car tilting again. Suddenly, the soles of his feet slid down. In a panic, he grabbed the edge of the back door and nearly fell towards the headlights of the car that flowed beneath him.

He gasped. He understood that the car must have crashed into a guardrail on a section of the highway that was being repaired. This section of the road is on a bridge. The rear end of the car stretched out into the air, and the body hung dangerously over a bridge without siderails. He hung himself in mid-air, and below him was a busy under-bridge passage, with oncoming traffic whizzing past him. As soon as he let go, he would fall 20 feet down the road below and probably break his leg. It doesn't matter if it hurts a little, the point is that he will be hit by a car immediately afterwards.

He struggled, struggling to climb up. But with every shake of his body, the car swayed up and down, threatening to overturn at any moment and smash into the lane below with him, crushing him to pieces. His heart was beating violently, and he was sick to the core. Instead of panicking and crawling into the overturned car, he hung motionless from the horizontally open rear door, wondering if he could reach the bottom of the rear of the car, then grabbed the edge of the bridge and moved forward along the bridge until he climbed to the side. Underneath his body, a falling piece of debris blocked a driveway. Cars in the blocked lanes honked their horns and swerved between cars in the clear lanes. At this moment, a sound came from above the bronze head, and he couldn't help but shrink back, and the body swayed up and down again.

At this time, someone crawled towards the back of the car, and the sound just now turned out to be the man's snorting and panting. The big man who interrogated himself looked down groggily, his face covered in blood. Obviously, he wasn't done coming to his senses yet. When he saw the headlights speeding underneath, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he saw the bronze hanging from the open rear door, and his consciousness suddenly returned. He fumbled his clothes, apparently looking for a gun. Later he remembered that the gun had just been thrown away. He turned and headed inside the car, and the car shook again.

Rumble! A bright flash illuminated the front of the car, it was fire, bronze thought, the gasoline had ignited, the fuel tank could explode at any moment, and the car would be blown to pieces in the flames. The big man soon reappeared, and the rapidly spreading fire swept after him. In his panic, he began to climb up the open door, and then seemed to realize that the door could not bear the weight of Bronze and him. He screamed and raised the pistol he had picked up and aimed it at the bronze.

Bronze thought, there is no choice. He looked down and saw a truck driving underneath him, so he let go and fell vertically the moment the big man shot him. At the same time, the fuel tank exploded, and the flames engulfed the big guy. At this moment, the bronze department focused on the speeding transport truck under him. The truck driver was maneuvering around the wreckage in the lane and squeezing into the traffic in the adjacent lane, so he had to slow down. Bronze took a breath and smashed it into the canopy of the four-wheeled truck. He instinctively flexes his legs, a method he learned at skydiving school. If he hadn't rolled on the spot, if he had remained upright, he would have been hit the head and chest. The bronze tumbled a few times, using the force of his own fall and the momentum of the truck, clinging his hand to the truck canopy, trying to grasp a gap, a protrusion, or anything that would stop him from sliding. The rumbling of the car through the blackened bridge made him even more dizzy. He felt his legs slip off the back of the truck. He vaguely felt a flaming human body behind him fall from the bridge and hit the road. More car horns beeped, followed by the click of cars crashing continuously. But his subordinates were focused on his knees, legs, chest and abdomen, and he was concerned about how fast he could glide towards the back of the truck. His fingers tugged at the roof of the car, and he felt like his body was about to fly into the air, imagining himself falling onto the road and the oncoming car behind him slammed into him...... His hand grabbed the top edge of the back door of the truck, but his left hand slipped off the trail. He grabbed it desperately with his right hand, and then reached over with his left hand to grab the back door again. His knee was pressed against the middle of the back door, and the sole of his left foot stepped on the wide doorknob.

After driving out of the bridge, the truck picked up speed. Bronze heard a loud explosion behind him. You don't have to look at him to know what's going on. The burning wreckage of the car fell like a waterfall under the bridge and smashed into the still clear lanes of the road. The sound of horns, metal-to-metal crashing, and glass shattering all over the place.

The truck slowed down, and the driver turned onto a repair lane. He must have seen the flames and explosions in the lane behind him from his side-view mirror. He slowly pulled the car to a halt to see what was going on. As the truck's speed slowed down, the bronze gripped firmer. And just as the truck was about to stop, the bronze let go of his hands and landed on the gravel on the side of the road. Before the driver could walk to the back of the truck to watch the horrific sight behind him, Bronze jumped over the road and disappeared into the darkness of a nearby farmland.

"Send me to Santa Fe and I'll pay you."

Bronze was outside a carriage shop at the moment. Under the blinding arc light, he was speaking to three coachmen who were about to get back to the car. They were the drivers of the agricultural products, and the horses that pulled the carts were not tall and had dark coats. There were also several boxes of barley wine in the car.

"Man, we're busy." Said one of the coachmen.

"We're going to have two drinks." Said the second coachman.

"That's right, we're going to drink." Said the third coachman.

The three of them snickered at the same time.

"I'm willing to go out 100 oceans to Santa Fe, and you can use this money to drink whatever you want with your wife and children." Bronze said.

The three men glared at him.

"100 oceans?" The first coachman asked.

"You heard me."

"Not enough." Said the second coachman.

"How much is enough?"

"200 oceans." Said the third coachman.

They snickered again.

"Okay." Bronze said.

The eyes of the three coachmen widened.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" The first coachman asked.

"I was in a car accident."

"You look more like you're in a fight." Said the second coachman.

"And it's like being defeated, beaten." Said the third coachman.

They laughed and leaned back.

"Pull out the money and let's see." Said the first coachman.

Bronze showed them his cash, which he had taken from his home before he left Santa Fe that day. "So, do you send it or not?"

"Oh, send, we'll send you, no problem." Said the second coachman.

However, when the carriage reached the halfway point of Santa Fe, they moved away from the road and onto a dimly lit path.

"What is this for?"

"Detour."

"Take a shortcut."

"Stop and rest."

They couldn't help but giggle as they flashed their knives.

"Get the money out, man." Said the first coachman.

"It's not just the $200." The second driver added.

"All your money." The third coachman commanded.

"It's really bad that you chose this time to grab money." Bronze said.

He broke their arms, legs, and jaws, and threw the unconscious men into the dark desert. Then he jumped into the carriage, threw up the reins, and let the horses get back on the road and drive away toward Santa Fe.

Gong Yu. Bronze leaned over the back of the carriage. He clenched his whip in both hands, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. Gong Yu. He swung his whip hard. He didn't want to run the carriage too fast, because it would easily tip over, and he had to slow down. In case he was stopped in the stolen carriage......

Gong Yu, he repeated her name over and over again. Why are you lying to me? Who are you? Who is An Ruoxi?

The watch showed the time at just over 1 a.m., but he felt as if it should have been later. His head ached from the exhaustion, and his eyes felt like sand in them. In addition, the bruises and abrasions from the fight in the car just now and the fall in the accident are now painful. The moment he jumped onto the transport truck and fell, he almost fell apart. In the past year, he thought that as long as he exercised regularly every day, such as jogging, dumbbells, etc., he could maintain a good physique. But now he realizes that his stamina has declined and he hasn't been able to maintain his professional level of readiness.

He thought angrily, but what could that be? I left that life behind me and was going to reinvent myself. Why should I do anything to prepare?

For all! He insisted on that. He flicked his whip and drove the carriage faster, and I let my guard down, what a fool! Gong Yu, he called in his heart.

Perhaps he shouted out when he called Gong Yu's name. His throat was dry and his vocal cords tightened. Why are you lying to me? Shoot at your husband? Take 2 million from the safe in your husband's house? What the hell is this—is the gunman telling the truth? Are all these people telling the truth? What about Ryan? How did he get involved in this?

Now he must be calling Gong Yu's name loudly. In the cramped carriage, his angry cries were all the more aggressive. As he directed the carriage up the long, dark, winding road, fatigue and pain finally overwhelmed him, and he could no longer resist the agitation that welled up in his heart. He couldn't dispel them, he couldn't sort them out. Is this the love he felt? Will he be able to get a satisfactory explanation? When he finds Gong Yu, will she give him a convincing explanation? Or is his emotion the opposite—hatred, anger, or betrayal of love? Does he really want to save Gong Yu?

Or is he trying to catch and punish her?

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