Chapter 167: Finding and Responding

When people are highly nervous, they can not only hear their own heartbeat, but also the sound of blood flowing in their blood vessels.

He had heard people say before that when Western cowboys were dueling, with their backs to their opponents, the moment they finished the last step, turned around, and drew their guns to shoot, they would have this feeling.

It's as if time slows down, and their eyes become better. They can see every movement of the opponent, including their slightly trembling fingers and the sinking of their center of gravity to ensure the stability of the shooting posture, all of which slow down.

Their ears will also ring with their own heartbeat, thump... thump.

And the sound of blood running in the blood vessels like a gurgling stream!

He had heard of it, but he didn't believe it.

Perhaps the heartbeat can be heard. When he took off his first girlfriend's pants for the first time, he had this feeling, dry mouth and tongue, heartbeat like thunder knocking on his skull.

Of course, this is definitely not an excuse for his first time only lasting ten seconds!

But to say that he can hear the flow of blood, he doesn't believe it.

He felt that it was fabricated by Western cowboys to show some cowboy temperament and spirit. Can I still hear the chatting of hundreds of millions of children?

But now, he believes it.

Just like a gurgling stream, blood is running.

His brain had a moment of blankness. The hospital bed crashed open the door of the ward. He pulled hard and turned in the opposite direction he wanted to go.

The other end turned in the opposite direction just right.

He ran hard, hoping to take his brother away before the other party rushed up.

He actually didn't have too great a sentiment. He just felt that this was what he should do. If by any chance he couldn't do it, couldn't take his brother away, he wouldn't be stupid enough to stay and not leave.

There is still a little chance now, he wants to try.

"Gentlemen, this is An'enbi...", two security guards saw people walking in from the hall. They began to perform their work duties, and they had to go up even if they were biting the bullet.

Capitalists don't care about danger or not; they only care about the money they spend and whether it brought the value it should bring to them.

One person walked out of the security room, and the other picked up the phone. He looked like he was preparing to ask for help from the security guards who were resting.

But the phone hadn't had time to be dialed, and a hand pressed on the reed. The phone, which originally had some sound, completely lost its sound.

The security guard in the security room slowly raised his head. A pitch-black muzzle pointed at him, shaking to one side, "Come outside."

He put the receiver on the table, slowly straightened his waist, raised his hands, and he noticed his colleague, who had been pressed against the wall, his face pressed against the wall and deformed, looking at himself innocently.

The two were asked to squat in the corner and were tied up with hands and feet.

"We came to find a bastard, and we will leave after finding him. We won't hurt other people here, but the premise is that you don't do stupid things."

The two security guards looked outside. There were still many people outside, and the two looked at each other, keeping their heads down and not speaking.

The young man standing in front of them took out two packs of cigarettes, stuffed one pack into each of their pockets, the forty-nine-cent kind.

Although it is not a particularly good cigarette, at this time, forty-nine cents is also a very mainstream "good cigarette."

The two had no opinion, continued to keep silent, forty-something yuan, not enough for them to fight for their lives.

Aierwen pushed open the door of the emergency center directly. The doctor sitting with the little nurse was whispering something to the little nurse. He might be helping the little nurse do a physiological examination and was immersed in it.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the big door being pushed open, the most initial thing that flowed on his face was panic, followed by shame, and displeasure.

But soon, displeasure turned into uneasiness, and even some fear.

More black windbreakers walked in from outside. They lifted every curtain used to protect the patient's privacy, confirming whether the person inside was the one they were looking for.

The doctor stood up, "Hey, this is the emergency center, you can't do this!", he appropriately showed some professional ethics, but not much. This can't blame him.

Aierwen walked over in big strides, stood in front of him, and picked up some "reports" on the counter, "Someone was shot and came for rescue just now, where is the person now?"

The doctor stammered and didn't know whether to say it or not. He could see that these people shouldn't be good people.

Aierwen put down the report. He couldn't understand it, but he could understand people, "Are you planning to sacrifice yourself for a person you don't even know?"

There was no need for any psychological struggle process, and he chose to say what he knew, "He is in the emergency ward on the fourth floor, the one with the emergency ward written on the door..."

Aierwen patted his chest, "Well done, this is easy, right?"

He gestured for others to go upstairs, and he was also preparing to leave from here, "I'm sorry to disturb you...", he looked at the little nurse whose face was a bit pale, "I apologize for our behavior, hope you won't be left with trouble, we will leave soon."

Saying this, he also left, and the entire emergency center returned to the previous tranquility.

There are not many patients in the emergency center, and some are either sleeping or in a coma. There are only one or two awake.

Clearly, the tranquility here has been restored, but the hearts of those awake can no longer return to the previous state.

The fourth floor is not high. Compared to the slow elevator, the young men rushed up faster than the elevator. When they rushed into the ward, they ran out again.

"The person is gone..."

Aierwen pinched his waist and glanced at the empty ward, "He couldn't have gone far, the car is still here, he must have just...", he suddenly discovered something, walked to the corner of the wall, and picked up a cigarette that was lit, not extinguished, and only burned half.

He picked it up, took a puff, and the strong cigarette was inhaled into his lungs, making him seem to feel a bit more comfortable.

He exhaled the smoke slowly, "He is still in this building, find him!"

In the utility room, he looked at his good brother lying on the ground with blood seeping out of his waist and abdomen, his expression appearing a bit painful!

Damn it, originally thought this was a very simple job, didn't expect not only were they injured, but the other party locked their position so quickly.

He wanted to smoke, but didn't dare to smoke. He hid the hospital bed in the next ward, and then carried his brother to this utility room, hiding behind a shelf.

The only thing he can do now is to pray that the other party doesn't come in, or just take a look and leave.

Unfortunately, the God of Jincheng couldn't hear the prayer of the person from Heaven City. The footsteps outside the door became more and more, and he even saw the shadows constantly passing by through the cracks under the utility room door.

He didn't even dare to breathe loudly, almost lying on the floor, holding his breath, sweating profusely.

The messy footsteps at the door suddenly became less, and the shadows that were moving around were not seen, it seems they have left?

He breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he looked at his good brother who was still in a coma, preparing to have a high-five with him, the door of the storage room suddenly opened.

Immediately after, the turned-on light illuminated the entire storage room, and his heart almost jumped out!

At this time, his brain was blank, and he could only pray that they would take a casual look, instead of coming behind the shelf.

But it's a pity, they searched very carefully.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and he became more and more desperate, until a pair of shoes appeared in front of him.

He slowly raised his head along those shiny leather shoes and looked up, the straight pants could be seen that the workmanship was great, the wool coat was very warm, and finally saw a person looking down at him from a high position.

"Found you!", the person immediately increased his voice, "They are here!"

More people poured in, and Aierwen also walked over. He glanced at the two people on the ground, "Take them away."

Soon, the group left the gate of An'enbi Hospital. They carried the two guys, put them on the bus, and then a group of people quickly disappeared at the hospital entrance, as if they hadn't appeared!

Aierwen took them directly to the old house. This side is in the western suburbs, with fewer people, and everyone is afraid of causing trouble.

The unlucky guy who didn't know how long he had been on the shaking car finally came here.

He was pushed off the car, pushed into a place similar to a garage or warehouse, and the floor was covered with waterproof cloth.

The suddenly lit light made him squint his eyes, and he was asked to sit on a chair.

Aierwen walked over with a cigarette, and others were scattered around, and there were also people outside the door.

"You must know why we are looking for you.", Aierwen found a chair and sat opposite him.

He didn't speak, but he did know, because they had kidnapped a girl before and shot and injured a young man.

When they shot and injured the young man, they didn't even feel that there was anything, that was just a young man, a young man from a small gang.

Samu also has a transcendent status in Heaven City, and it is said that he relies on some big shots behind him, so they are used to being unscrupulous in Heaven City. As long as they don't provoke those who can't be provoked, no one can hurt them.

So for him, for them, they don't feel that shooting, injuring, or killing a young man is a problem.

Looking at his silence, Aierwen looked at the people around, "Who is coming?"

"I'm coming.", the captain of the young man stood out. This young, full of passion and power, social vitality organization has not yet become corrupt. It is like a new rising sun, full of care and unity.

This young captain hated himself a bit. If he had arranged two more people together at the beginning, perhaps these things wouldn't have happened.

Also hated these people.

He took a pair of pliers from the wall, and a hammer, which made the guy already want to surrender, but he still wanted to try to see if he could hold on.

At least this way, after being saved by Samu, it's easy to talk.

It's not that he didn't resist, it's that he resisted, but couldn't hold on.

The young captain used the pliers to hold his little finger, and then raised the hammer high...

If it weren't for being tied to the chair, he might have already started rolling on the ground.

He screamed in pain, but it was very quiet around. There were not many people in the western suburbs. Even if someone heard it, who the hell dared to run over to take a look?

Most people would pretend not to know what happened, and besides, the warehouse door was closed, and the sound wasn't that loud.

Aierwen watched his painful struggle and screams. After the reaction wasn't so intense, he continued to ask, "Can you say it now?"

The young captain hadn't vented the anger in his heart yet. He stood aside and went to clamp the second finger, "You'd better not say..."

"I say, I say!", he struggled violently again. It was too painful. He overestimated himself and underestimated these people.

The young captain left his side unwillingly, standing against the wall, but he knew when to do what.

"It's Mr. Samu, and Buke, they need that girl, someone placed a takeaway order."

After Aierwen finished listening, he thought for a while, "Red High Heels, right?"

"Yes, right, it's Red High Heels...",

This matter is a bit troublesome. Aierwen knows more than others.

He knows that Lansi refused the mayor's decision to arrange Red High Heels for him. In other words, no matter who is operating Red High Heels now, the mayor must be standing behind it.

Other things, Aierwen decided on his own, but this matter, he had to talk to Lansi.

The phone was quickly connected to Lansi's side. Aierwen simply said the matter, "What should we do now?"

Lansi leaned on the head of the bed and lit a cigarette. Countless pictures and ideas flashed through his mind. He didn't speak, and Aierwen didn't urge him.

He felt numb listening to this kind of thing himself. He was just a small person, but he had to start entering into confrontation with the mayor's forces, so he couldn't imagine it, so he wouldn't disturb Lansi's thinking.

After about ten minutes, Lansi's voice came from the receiver, "Let Mo Lisi watch Red High Heels, pay attention to safety."

"Then arrange the car. When they send Lisa out, intercept them halfway, people and car, and their people, speed must be fast, don't give them a chance to determine that it was us."

"You plan it at your discretion, see which road is faster and more convenient, go directly out of the city, hide in Xigu City, and wait for me to return."

If there was no Mr. Pasiletuo as a backer, he

And regardless of what attitude Mr. Pasreto takes on this matter, the situation has suddenly erupted; if he does not protect Lanse, then he lacks the core elements required to be one of the five great families of the Federation.

As for the future?

Solve the matter at hand first.

He had considered letting Lisa go and suffer a bit first; in fact, this was the best method, offending no one, with only Lisa suffering.

But he was unwilling to do it, not just because someone was watching this matter, but because once this matter was not blocked, they would squeeze Lanse's bottom line more aggressively each time.

Don't you want to avoid reaching an unmanageable point?

Then make concessions!

Conceding time and time again, he would eventually become a piece of human trash no different from Heler.

Everyone is born with a bottom line, and the bottom line is something one abandons oneself during such repeated processes.

Although he might not necessarily become a good person, he was absolutely unwilling to be a piece of human trash!

After listening, Aierwen was somewhat worried, "Will there be trouble?"

Lanse had already made his decision, so he would not change it, "I will handle everything."

After hanging up the phone, Aierwen felt somewhat heavy-hearted; he found Mo Lisi and told him what Lanse had entrusted to him, and Mo Lisi immediately took his men and left.

He then returned to the warehouse.

The unlucky guy who had revealed the mastermind seemed exceptionally relaxed at this moment; apart from the pain in his fingers that made him frown from time to time, he already felt much better.

He knew Aierwen was the leader of this group, and he asked directly, "When will you let me leave here?"

"My friend needs a better medical environment."

Aierwen stood at the doorway, squinting slightly as he looked at this person, and he took a puff of his cigarette, "You can't leave anymore..."

Without waiting for that unlucky guy to show an expression of disbelief, Aierwen turned and left, and his instructions came from outside the door, "Treat him well, wait for Lanse to return."

"You don't keep your word!", he shouted loudly, full of resentment.

The young captain asked in return, "Did we say just now that if you confessed, we would let you leave?"

He was somewhat stunned, his brain beginning to think about whether such a thing had happened, but the fist that hammered into his face immediately interrupted his thinking...

The next morning, Buke walked up to Samu, limping, "It has been arranged, it can be sent over at any time."

Samu held a slender cigarette holder in his hand and glanced sideways at Buke, "Then have someone send it over. Remember, you must let them know that we are back!"

Buke nodded; he hurt in the front and he hurt in the back—this Samu was a pervert!

But he dared not say it and could only silently obey; at this moment, he even harbored the thought that it would be better to continue sitting in jail.

He felt that he was already perverted enough, but compared to this pervert, his perversion was as childish as playing house!

At this time, there was already a modified box truck at the entrance, with a huge red high heel on its cargo box, and on both sides of the box, advertisements like "Red High Heels Club, the Best Club" and "If you become God, it must be because of Red High Heels" had been reprinted.

But there was no address, no phone number, and no other contact information.

Those who could become members of Red High Heels had plenty of ways to obtain the contact information for Red High Heels.

And those who couldn't even get the contact information basically lacked the qualifications to become members of Red High Heels.

The mayor was very satisfied with the membership system he proposed, and they were not short of money; there was no need to profit from those poor people.

Lisa had already changed into beautiful clothes, dressed up like an exquisite gift, and was locked in a large gift box.

Beside it were placed many props that could be used to torture people, and there were various costumes in the cargo box, and even some drugs and some surgical supplies!

This was Samu's requirement; perhaps today's client wouldn't use them, but he had to let him know that the services Red High Heels could provide for him were not as simple as he thought!