Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192

The gang leader looked at the time: "What time is it? I found someone, and it takes time for them to come over. As for whether it is reliable or not... don't worry, black doctors specialize in treating black injuries."

This kind of "black doctor" can be found everywhere. He may be the chief doctor of a tertiary hospital during the day. There is nothing wrong with it, except that it is expensive.

Yuan Bao survived and was rescued. We gave the black doctor 40,000 yuan.

It can only be said that he was lucky and his life should not have been cut off. The doctor said that the bullet was only one centimeter away from the artery near the heart. If it hit the main artery, Yuanbao would be 100% dead.

After removing the bullet and applying medicine and antibiotics, Yuanbao woke up the next afternoon.

There were so many people in the originally small cannon hole, and it was a bit crowded.

Yuan Bao's stomach and shoulders were wrapped with thick gauze, and he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the cave in a daze.

Just open your mouth when feeding.

I called him twice, but he didn't speak. He seemed to have become mute overnight, and he stopped calling me brother.

Hearing the footsteps, he stood up.

"Gang leader, how are you doing? What's the news?"

The gang leader glanced at this place and chirped: "Zhou Cao, this guy is so fierce. He dared to shoot and kill Boss Song in front of him. I heard he almost killed Boss Song."

"I've made inquiries and found out that this kid is dead. People are looking for him now, and people are also talking about it."

"What did you say?"

The gang leader pointed at Yuan Bao and said, "Whoever provides information about him will be given 500,000 in cash. Haha, I'm so fucking excited."

"Why....."

The gang leader sighed: "Anyway, I can see that this kid is a descendant of the Li family, and he will be good this time."

"Boss Wang, it is impossible to reconcile now. You must be mentally prepared. You should also know who Song Da is."

Nodding his head: "I know, I'm hurting you."

"Fuck, what are you talking about? What can I do to get in trouble? My platoon gang has no parents, no wives and children. I live alone in this ruined temple and die. What should I be afraid of?"

He patted the gang leader's shoulder and said that I had called a friend from out of town and he should be arriving soon.

"You just called one person? What's the use of that? Who?"

The leader said: "Jade-faced Mengchang."

The gang leader was stunned, and his expression obviously changed.

Obviously he knew who "Mengchang" was and kept silent.

There is such a person on Luoyang Road, nicknamed "Knowledge of Everything". It is said that there is nothing in Luoyang that he does not know.

This person was originally a private detective. Because he couldn't get any jobs, he changed his career to inquire about information and had a wide network of contacts.

Through the gang leader's introduction, Baotou hooked up with Wan Shitong and spent money to buy information from him. A piece of useful information cost 10,000 yuan.

We spend money like water. If someone comes to life and speaks a few words within a few seconds, we have to pay tens of thousands of dollars!

I had no choice but to tell my boss that the money had to be spent.

I didn't sleep last night. I was sleeping on the floor in the temple this afternoon when I answered a phone call.

"Aunt Qing? Where have you been!"

I don't know why, but Aunt Qing's voice sounded very cold on the other end of the phone.

She said: "Shenyan Peak, a good trick."

What good method can I use? What did I do?

Aunt Qing said: "I found Er Zhuizi. It's not that he didn't come to Luoyang. He came, but he is already dead."

"Ah? Aunt Qing, are you sure?"

She continued: "I didn't say anything before, so I felt strange. I know best who Er Zhuizi is... You should be very happy now, right? After all, there is so much money."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

I'm confused, why am I happy? I'm so happy about this situation now.

suddenly.

I looked back.

With his head and hands behind his back, he was looking up at the sunset on Mang Mountain.

The pale red sunset shines on Bao's head, making his profile look sharp and angular, but there is an extra shadow when looking from me.