Chapter 213

For many people, it's just an ordinary night.

But those Hanjiang executives tied to the third floor don't think so.

Eight.

Their hands were tied behind their backs and left at random in the corner of the warehouse, leaning against the debris.

Later, if there is a fire, all these things will burn up, and none of them will escape.

It's a very painful way to die.

So after seeing Lu Wen, many of them looked excited and knew they were saved.

Their mouths were sealed, so there was no way to make a cry for help.

"These eight people were all involved in the original plan for Desheng company. In that plan, 43 tourists were buried in the sea, and 19 were disabled for life." As he spoke, he did not stop playing.

This piano piece is very beautiful.

Soft moonlight shining through the window, let this old building has a little artistic feeling.

Lu Wen suddenly realized a problem.

Wei Boan didn't want to escape. He will be buried in the fire tonight with these Hanjiang executives, accompanied by the elegant piano sound.

If the executive board does not disclose, then the true identity of the wandering poet will become an eternal mystery.

"Did you give up, Wilbur Ann?" Lu Wen asked aloud.

"I can't give up. I've done what I should have done." Answer, Mr. vesperian.

"No, you still give up. You have the right to be the chief executive of the regional executive board. Knowing the dark side of the world, you can resist better, but you choose to stop here."

Wei Boan's piano music suddenly broke.

The flames began to spread from the first floor.

There's no gas in the stairwell, but Mr. vesperian seems to have an ignition on the second floor.

So now from the outside, the first floor and the second floor of the building began to emit thick smoke, and the fire light lit up the seaside in the night.

The temperature on the third floor began to rise.

The eight executives of Hanjiang company began to wriggle in despair, looking for sharp tools to cut the rope.

They thought that the arrival of Lu Wen and Feng Fugui meant that they were safe and sound, but now, the three people started talking.

The executive knows the killer.

It's a big problem.

"Ding..."

Vivian pressed a black key and continued to play.

It seems that he did give up.

What he should have dealt with at the beginning has been dealt with. Now the only thing he needs to do is to play this soft song in the light of fire.

"Mr. Wei, can you listen to me?" Feng Fugui stepped forward slowly, "although I am old, I am still keen on current affairs. The world is on the verge of breaking. You can completely deal with those people who can't be dealt with in peacetime in turbulence."

Some people in this city, because of their interests, come together and shield each other.

So he didn't fight.

This rotten society is like a big tree that is about to fall. It is useless to dig out those moths. It is only a matter of time before it collapses.

Even if the method of digging out moths is too fierce, the existing order may collapse ahead of time.

The old executive went not far from the old piano.

Wei didn't stop him. Judging from his physical fitness and reaction speed, Feng Fugui has no threat to Wei.

"Mr. Wei, I think Lu Wen thinks the same. You can leave this place with us and let the so-called wandering poet die in this fire. You are still the chief executive of the 10th District."

Feng Fugui's remarks violated his principles as an executive.

Wei Boan was the murderer, and also the creator of two prison fires. Many civilians died under the hands of those prison fugitives.

But the old man felt that the world needed such a person as Wei Boan, so before he retired, he made the decision that there was a violation of the rules. He wanted to release Wei Boan and hide the true identity of a vagrant poet from the world.

Just as he was talking, a piece of burning paper floated in from the outside window.

The scrap of paper fell on the waste paper box.

The third floor is burning, too.

Smoke slowly hovered in this not too big space.

"Cough..."

Feng Fu Gui covered his nose and mouth and coughed twice.

He is old, not very well, and the temperature at the scene has been very high.

As you can see, fine beads of sweat appear on his wrinkled forehead.

"Lu Wen, take Mr. Feng out. If he doesn't leave, he won't have a chance to leave." Wei Boan turned to Lu Wen at the stairway.

He is not worried about Lu Wen's safety.

With Lu Wen's physical strength, crossing the sea of fire in a short time is not a problem at all.And it's only three stories high, so Lu Wen can jump down.

Lu Wen frowned.

He thought in his heart.

[do you want to knock Wei Boan out]

this question hovered in his mind for a long time.

But the situation at the scene has not given him too much time.

Lu Wen moves forward slowly, preparing to launch an attack on Wei Boan.

Wei bo'an's fighting ability is very strong, and his physical quality is far better than ordinary people, so he must be quick and knock him out before he reacts.

Then, as soon as Lu Wengang took two steps forward, something happened to the debris pile on the third floor.

A high-rise of Hanjiang broke the rope.

The flame spread rapidly on the clothes of the high-rise building. He found a shotgun in the corner of the warehouse, pulled off the seal of his mouth, and pointed the gun at Wei Boan.

"Die, all of you!"

Wei Boan's miscalculation.

As it was the last time, he did not inspect the scene carefully.

But he didn't make any moves and accepted the arrival of death.

Lu Wen drew his gun quickly and fired it almost instantaneously.

"Bang -"

"bang -"

two shots echoed in the space on the third floor.

The fire is getting higher and higher.

There was gasoline in the debris pile, and the fire soon spread to the executives of Hanjiang. Their mouths were blocked, and they could not even scream.

The executive with the shotgun slowly fell into the fire, with a hole in the middle of his brow.

Wei Boan was not dead.

Feng Fugui stood in front of him.

The old executive covered the wound in front of him, bleeding and falling slowly.

"Mr. Feng!"

Lu Wen quickly rushed forward to check Feng Fugui's injury.

It's quite serious.

That kind of homemade shotgun can cause serious damage in the body.

Wei bo'an obviously did not expect that Feng Fugui would stand in front of him.

Before he left the piano, he squatted down slowly, looked at the old man lying on the ground and said nothing.

Feng Fugui's breath is very weak.

The fire rose around him, reflecting his old face.

"Officer Wei..."

The old executive shook and raised his dry hand.

Wei Boan held it hard.

"You and Lu Wen leave here and tell everyone that I am the wandering poet."

Maybe it's pain.

Or the passing of life.

The old man's voice is very weak and his breath is not enough.

"I've lived for a long time. If I live any longer, I can't produce any value to the world. If you're not the same, you can still make great achievements. You shouldn't die in this place."

The light of fire reflected in his muddy eyes.

It's said that before one's death, one can think of all the experiences of one's life.

He saw that he was young and immature when he first joined the executive board.

Memories of walking on the scale of years, those who have been satisfied and regret, as if fuzzy slide, in the long river of years slowly deduce.

No one can stay young.

He shaved his young beard by the sea.

The sea breeze is passing through the short black and white hair.

The familiar fool's Wharf seemed to ring in his ears, which was his favorite song.

This soothing love song goes back and forth in the past.

He remembered the first time he arrested a criminal, the first time he got a salary, the first time he invited a girl to dinner It seemed that someone stood at the end of the years and waved to him.

"Those charges need to be borne. Let me do it."

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Good night, fellow readers!