bayedsolid Chapter 318: Being Chop into Minced Meat
Chapter 318: Being Chop into Minced Meat
So fast?
Song Ailing raised her eyebrows.
She quickly calmed down and replied: [I'm not here. I'm out on some business. You can go ahead and do your thing.]
She had to first confirm what was going on with Fu Keming.
More importantly, she wanted to get the evidence from Fu Keming.
Both intuition and reason told her that Fu Keming's coma was definitely not an accident.
If this was a deliberate revenge by the Zhao family, then the rest of his journey would be extremely dangerous.
It takes an hour and a half to drive from Jincheng to Bincheng, and it is hard to say whether there will be any accidents on the way.
Song Ailing made a prompt decision and called the housekeeper. "Ask the pilot who is available and fly the helicopter over. I'll wait for you on the roof."
After saying that, she changed into a pair of sneakers, took a USB drive and paper documents, and headed straight to the rooftop of the group building.
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Half past nine in the evening.
After Fu Ruoshi got off the plane, he returned to the CBD office. After finishing the remaining work, it was already nine o'clock.
He bought some midnight snacks and planned to send them to Wen Zhixia.
At this moment, in the underground garage, he was walking while sending a message to Wen Zhixia:
【Are you off work? 】
Wen: [I'm working the night shift tonight]
[Then I'll come see you. I just got off work and I'll bring you some midnight snacks.]
Wen: [I might have to go to the ward for rounds later]
It’s okay, I’ll wait for you in the corridor.
Wen Zhixia: [Okay, be careful on the road]
Fu Ruoshi replied to Wen Zhixia's message while walking towards his car.
As he was walking, he heard a sound behind him.
He glanced back and the voice disappeared.
He took two steps forward and the sound appeared again.
This underground garage is full of twists and turns, with partition walls and large vehicles everywhere. If someone is hiding there, it will be impossible to find them.
Fu Ruoshi is a very sensitive person, so he doesn't think he is being too nervous.
Countless experiences have told him that as long as something doesn't feel right, there must be a problem.
Thinking of this, he secretly moved his shoulders, quickened his pace forward, and pressed the car key.
The black supercar's headlights lit up.
Fu Ruoshi touched the door handle, and just as he was about to open the car door, he suddenly saw a face reflected on the glass window.
"I C."
He dodged to the left and tilted his head to avoid the fatal blow.
With a slight ding sound, a very thin needle pierced his car window.
Fu Ruoshi turned around and kicked the man in the abdomen, kicking him far away in an instant.
The syringe fell to the ground.
"what are you doing!"
He shouted sternly, and in a split second, another person appeared behind him!
The man was holding a long, thin baton in his hand and was about to hit him on the back of the head!
The cold wind was coming, Fu Ruoshi ducked to avoid it, picked up the syringe on the ground, and stabbed the other person's wrist with his backhand!
"what!!!"
The other party screamed and the baton fell out of his hand. Fu Ruoshi caught his baton and hit the other party's cheek hard.
His blows were so strong and brutal that the man fell to the ground unconscious without even a scream.
Fu Ruoshi was already sweating. Seeing this person fall down, he picked up the stick and walked towards the other person.
"What's in this?"
He held down the man holding the needle and asked, "Who told you to come here?"
As he spoke, he punched the man in the face a few more times, "Don't be a dumb ass!"
The man was beaten with blood all over his face, but he smiled in the opposite way, "It's a happy thing!"
Fu Ruoshi was also a veteran. In this circle, there were only two things that required needles for pleasure: drugs and love potions.
Who wants to drug himself?
Fu Ruoshi suddenly smiled with her lips curved, her dimples sunken, "If you don't tell me, then I'll let you be happy first."
After saying that, he took the syringe, aimed it at the man's carotid artery and was about to stab him.
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from above.
Fu Ruoshi looked up and saw several security guards in black clothes walking towards him aggressively.
The security guard at the front pulled out a machete as thick as his arm from behind him, roared, raised his hand and chopped towards him!
In a millisecond, the knife flashed, and Fu Ruoshi didn't even have time to react. He instinctively raised his baton to block it.
With a clang, sparks flew everywhere and the knife hit the baton, causing his hands to go numb from the shock.
Why do you still want to chop me?
Now he couldn't understand what was going on, so he picked up the baton, turned around and ran deep into the parking lot.
As he ran, his brain was spinning rapidly. There were seven or eight people with knives behind him. He had to knock down at least half of them to have a chance of leaving here alive.
He took out his cell phone and was about to make a call when a machete flew out of his hand behind him as if it had eyes.
The blade swept across Fu Ruoshi's back, flew through his arm, and fell to the ground with a clang.
Blood splattered and the cell phone flew out.
Fu Ruoshi's wrist was scratched by the blade, and he felt his back was also broken.
He ran a few steps with all his strength, then nimbly moved to the right and hid behind a pickup truck.
Those carrying knives were afraid of an ambush and slowed down their pace.
Fu Ruoshi leaned against the wall behind the car, his hands and back covered in blood, but he didn't make a sound.
These people must be coming for him, he thought. The garage was empty, and it was probably blocked by them.
I can’t die here, I still have to go and deliver midnight snacks to Wen Zhixia.
Besides, if I were to be chopped into pieces here, that would be a very miserable death.
The more life and death Fu Ruoshi faces, the more calm he becomes.
He held his breath and saw through the reflection of the car window that several men with knives were approaching.
He seized the opportunity, dodged from the side of the car, raised his baton, and smashed it at the man with a knife in front.
"what!!!!"
The man's wrist was broken on the spot.
The knife fell to the ground.
Fu Ruoshi took advantage of the chaos to pick up the knife, turned around to avoid the attack, and left a bloody handprint on the white car.
The enemy caught up with him again and he was slashed on the left shoulder again, but he remained calm and continued to run forward looking for a hiding place.
At such a time, he knew very well that he could not fall down, nor could he expose his front body to the enemy, otherwise once his internal organs ruptured, he would only be waiting to die.
When the enemy attacked, he bent down to dodge, hid behind a car, waited for the enemy to attack, bent down and slashed with a knife, which passed across the enemy's ankle.
Blood splattered everywhere and another scream was heard.
The enemy fell to the ground. This time, Fu Ruoshi showed no mercy and slashed the opponent's calf with his knife.
Another person rushed up from behind, and the sharp dagger was about to pierce his heart. Fu Ruoshi grabbed the person's wrist tightly and twisted it back with all his might.
With a click, the opponent's wrist was broken and he fell down. Fu Ruoshi raised his knife and cut the opponent's tendons with one stroke.
But he also paid a price. He was slashed again by the thugs who caught up with him. Blood oozed from his shoulder blade, staining the clothes on his back red.
The blood splattered on his face, which was pale due to excessive blood loss, and it looked evil and weird.
In just a few minutes, he had been stabbed three or four times. Although he had lost a lot of blood, he felt a little dizzy.
But he wasn't afraid, and didn't even feel any pain.
As if the bloodthirsty demon in his heart had been forced out, he was even a little excited at the moment of chopping people.
I was so excited that I wanted to chop all these people to death.
But reason told him that he couldn't do this.
because of her.
He couldn't let her think that he was a man with bloody hands.
Fu Ruoshi was gasping for breath, covering his bleeding shoulder, and seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing.
......
It's past midnight.
In the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University, the lights in the inpatient department were off and the corridor was as quiet as a needle in a haystack.
Mu Xiaoya had just finished washing up and came out of the bathroom. She was going to lie down in the lounge for a while and play a few games of PUBG with Wen Zhixia.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor ahead.
A tall figure, holding onto the wall, stumbled towards this side.
Only a night light was on here, so Xiaoya couldn't see the other person's face. She only saw that he was covered in blood, his white shirt was stained with blood, and the strong smell of blood filled her nose!
This scene seemed too weird in the silent hospital corridor, and Xiaoya's brain short-circuited.
“Oh my god! Sister! Sister Zhixia!!!” She subconsciously shouted, “Help! What is this thing!!!”
Wen Zhixia opened the office door and followed Xiaoya's gaze.
"Fu Ruoshi!!!"