Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 To be precise, Fujimoto is dying.

　　 Fujimoto is familiar to everyone, but what is going on with Fujimoto's dying? Let Huai Shi take you to find out.

　　 Fujimoto is dying, but Fujimoto is dying. Then why Fujimoto is dying, everyone may be surprised, how could Fujimoto die? But this is the fact, Huai Shi was also very surprised.

　　 Then this is where Fujimoto is about to die. Does everyone feel amazing?

　　 Huai Shi also felt amazing.

　　Because he asked for a long time **** along the way, everyone was talking about chariots, no one could figure it out. Everyone welcomes him to discuss with himself in the comment area.

　　 What to discuss? Do you talk about Cha Hao?

　　 Huai Shi is all bad.

　　 Until I felt outside the emergency room of the hospital, no one got the surveillance video from the Metropolitan Police Department.

　　 Probably in the early morning, Fujimoto came out of a private house wearing a mask, probed his head, and when he saw that there was no one around, he got on his van covered with discordant inkjet prints...

　　 "Why is he sneaky, like a thief?" Huai Shi asked subconsciously, and immediately everyone stared.

　　 Little brother, can you speak?

　　 Brother sneaky, can that be called sneaky!

　　 But other people suddenly became curious. The houses in the video are built one by one, and Fujimoto's house is in a high-end apartment building, obviously not his own.

　　 immediately became suspicious.

　　 "Do you want to investigate?" someone asked.

　　 "Ahem!!!" Yamashita coughed vigorously, looked at other places, and whispered: "Brother is outside...There is a woman...Don't talk nonsense, Sister-in-law is very strict..."

　　 Well, after a long time, I went out to play with my little wife, but the problem is that you **** have changed clothes and sunglasses, so you can’t change the car!

　　 Huaishi's head hurts for a while.

　　 It is estimated that after drunk last night, I just drunk and drove to the door directly. I didn't even notice that I was still driving such an official car.

　　 As a result, I got retribution.

　　 Just after crossing the intersection, there was a car accident.

　　 In other words, a long-planned collision.

　　 A truck rushed directly from the spur, and slammed the van waiting in front of the traffic light against the wall. Then, he reversed quickly and hit it again.

　　 Finally, the driver wearing a mask jumped out of the car and inspected the scene. He was shocked to see that Fujimoto was still able to crawl out of the basket.

　　 But after looking around and finding that no one was there, he took a knife out of his arms, rushed up and stabbed several times, turned around and fled.

　　 "Asshole thing!!!"

　　 Seeing this, the cadres of the Fujimoto team still don't understand, this is a deliberate assassination by the enemy!

　　 It’s a pity that an ordinary person who doesn’t know anything is doing it, and he doesn’t know the identity of the Fujimoto Hybrid. Although the blood of ghosts is often fierce, it also stimulates the glands to secrete a large amount of hormones beyond ordinary people, which is very hard for life.

　　 Even if it’s the chest, stomach and heart that were stabbed twice, he can still persist until passers-by call the police and the ambulance arrives...

　　 "Revenge! You must avenge the boss!"

　　 The head of the brother, that is, the thug leader Ueno flushed for the first time, and roared in the corridor of the hospital regardless of the place. Kicked over the trash can next to him, and roared, "Where are people? Where are people dead! Come with me..."

　　 "Calm down, Ueno!" Yamashita said coldly, "I don't even know who the opposite person is. Is it useful to be angry?"

　　 "Finger."

Huai Shi next to 　　 suggested.

　　 When he first arrived, he was not as upright as the others, and he was staring at the screen of his phone.

　　 After everyone looked over, he pointed his finger at the replay in the surveillance video: "This person, the posture of grasping the knife is very strange.

　　 Although I wear gloves, my little finger should be gone. If it wasn't a mistake in operating a machine, it should be the ultimate, right? There is also a problem with the walking posture. The right leg should have been interrupted, and the steel plate should be worn. It should have just been removed from the stone..."

After 　　 finished speaking, he saw Ueno's eyes burn red: "It must be from the Tiger King group! There is Tomoya Saka that dog thing! I want his life!!!"

　　 bang.

　　 The nurse who opened the door and walked out of the ward was startled. The information board in his hand fell to the ground, and looked at the group of guys with scars on their faces, shivering and speechless.

　　 "Illness, patient...said..." She stammered: "I want to see and see the family...Who is Mr. Fujimoto's..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, he was pushed away by the foot of the mountain. A group of people finally walked into the ward and saw the serious face of the attending doctor.

　　 "The patient is going to die soon, so please be mentally prepared."

　　 "What are you talking about? Bastard thing!" The foot of the mountain was furious, his eyes widened and rushed up, and he pulled up the doctor's collar: "Are you cursing my big brother!"

　　 "Mountain...below...below the mountain..."

　　 A weak voice came from the hospital bed. Through the oxygen mask, Fujimoto's eyes widened, and he tried his best to make a sound: "Yanshita! How shameful are you!"

　　 It is hard to imagine that a dying person can even speak such a sharp tone. After speaking, Fujimoto's nose and mouth were constantly bloodshot, and his body twitched violently.

　　 The life-saving device made a sharp sound.

　　 Even if it is a mixed breed, after being hit by a car and severely injured, he was stabbed to the point... It is a miracle to be alive now. Anyone who saw that pale face would know that Fujimoto had been dead soon.

　　 "Big brother, sorry, big brother."

　　 Hearing the words under the mountain, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he knelt in front of the bed. The other people gathered around and dared not speak anymore.

　　 Fujimoto is obviously telling the story.

As he died, the man stretched out his hand and squeezed the palm of the mountain with difficulty: "No, no revenge. This is...retribution...my retribution. I am too bloated...and even dared to get involved in the private affairs of the five big guys. ..."

　　 He was panting violently, his forehead flushed, and the three ghost horns were even scarlet about to bleed, but the incredible thing was that his pupils brightened, and he was faint and excited.

　　 Back to the light.

　　 He firmly grasped Shanxia's hand, staring at him, and gasped hard: "Shanxia, ​​you are my righteous brother, and you are...I am most relieved. In the future, you must not...make your own opinions."

　　 "I will, I will definitely."

　　 Yamashita nodded his head repeatedly, crying: "Please rest assured, big brother, I will definitely carry forward the Fujimoto team and will not disappoint your expectations..."

"very good."

　　 Fujimoto breathed a sigh of relief, as if laughing, bleeding from the oxygen mask: "In the future...Fujimoto team, the position of the chairman of the Fujimoto team will be handed over to...to the paper."

　　 Dead silence, dead silence comes suddenly.

　　 Everyone in the ward was stunned, no one spoke, only the monotonous siren of the machine, turning his head in disbelief, looking at the man who was stealing the banana from the fruit basket at the door.

　　 Huai Shi is stupid.

　　 The whole person is not good.

　　 Before he could lose the banana peel in his hand, he looked at Fujimoto blankly: Brother, did you have a problem with your brain? Do you still have to pull your hips when giving your last words?

The pronunciation of 　　山下 is yaashita, not kaishi!

　　 Is this the inaction of your physical education teacher, or the loss of your Mandarin teacher? I have just joined your organization on the first day, so don’t talk nonsense!

　　 "Big, big brother...what are you talking about?"

　　 "No, do you hear clearly..."

Fujimoto gasped heavily, "I said, in the future, Huaizhi will be the leader of the Fujimoto team. Fujimoto's team will be renamed the Huaizhi team. Didn't you hear that! Are you... going against my meaning?! "

　　 On the hospital bed, the blood-covered man raised his head and stared at their faces, his dark eye pupils almost shrunk into a small spot, looking sulky.

　　 "Big, eldest brother, this... he is still too young to hold paper." Takasawa Wakaka from the Fujimoto team said, "Well..."

　　 Fujimoto closed his eyes tiredly and patted the hand under the mountain.

　　嘭!

　　 A loud noise, like a hammer, hit everyone's hearts.

　　 Yamashita turned around, pulled out the pistol in his pocket, aimed at Gao Ze's face, and pulled the trigger without waiting for the blank face to react.

　　In an instant, blood splashed, and Gao Ze fell to the sky.

　　 Everyone was stunned.

　　 includes Huai poems.

　　 There is no expression under the mountain, just put down the raised arms, regardless of the plasma stained on the cuffs of the suit.

　　 "The boss's meaning is very clear." The skinny middle-aged man looked around everyone's faces: "Who agrees and who opposes?"

　　 Huaishi wanted to say that I opposed it.

　　 But he looked at the gun in Yamashita's hand and his red eyeballs. It was wise to swallow and spit without speaking.

　　 Then, the matter of the second generation of the Fujimoto group's second-generation paper-carrying amateur was on the top, and it quickly got everyone's unanimous consent and love, and it was passed on the spot!

　　 Soon, at Fujimoto's signal, everyone went out.

　　 Only the dying Fujimoto remained in the ward, there were Huai Shi, and... the corpse of Gao Ze on the ground.

　　 Fujimoto raised his hand hard and pointed at his personal belongings next to him.

　　 "The phone code... is 6 3s. After I die, you will contact... Green, Green..." Fujimoto said hoarsely, "They will definitely...help you..."

　　 Huai Shi is all bad.

　　 Seen by the eyes full of prayer and expectation, he suddenly became the second generation of the Jidao organization, still filming, and didn't react at all.

　　 "Don't, brother, can't you change to someone else?" He glanced around, lowered his voice, and whispered, "I, I'm an undercover agent... I really didn't want to do this!"

　　 Fujimoto was not surprised, not even angry.

　　 "I know, I know ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I guessed it... But I didn't say, no one, no one said..."

　　 Under the blood-stained oxygen mask, the corners of Fujimoto's mouth twitched, as if he was smiling triumphantly: "Mr. Huaizhi, where will there be and will have men, don't you want to be a actor?"

　　 "Stop nonsense, okay, brother, let's talk about undercover!"

　　 Huaishi's eyes widened, she felt more dazed, and she couldn't figure out where she was exposed.

　　 "Are you... a fool?" Fujimoto shook his head slightly, looked at the face in front of him, and sighed tiredly: "Because there is no hatred in your eyes."

　　 The guy Tanaka introduced had a problem, and he had already vaguely felt it.

　　 When Huai Shi said Luri, he already understood more or less.

　　 It was obvious that this guy might be an undercover, but unexpectedly, he couldn't hate it at all.

　　 Luri’s people didn’t notice, but he saw: Huai Shi, who walked out of Aisha’s house at that time, lowered his head, concealing the expression that he was about to cry...

　　 "Thank you, Mr. Huaizhi, please."

　　 He squeezed Huai Shi’s hand tightly, exhausted all his strength, and repeated: "Please... everyone, I'll leave it to you..."

　　 Huaishi was sluggish, feeling a little bit losing strength while holding his hand.

　　Finally, in the sharp voice after the electrocardiogram lost its wave, Fujimoto lost his last breath, only the dimming hollow pupils illuminating the young man in front of him.

　　 Until Huai Shi lowered her head and nodded vigorously.

　　 "Don't worry." He promised in a low voice: "I will save you, I will."

　　 No one responded.

　　 Only the last trace of conscious satisfaction passed away, and he would never return.