Bionic Era

For many, it was just an ordinary night.

But those senior executives of the Hanjiang company who were tied up on the third floor didn't think so.

eight people.

Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were randomly thrown in the corner of the warehouse, leaning against the sundries.

If there is a fire later, all these debris will burn, and none of them can escape.

To be buried in a sea of ​​fire is a very painful way to die.

So after seeing the two of them, Lu Wen, many of them looked excited, knowing that they were saved.

Their mouths were all sealed, so they couldn't make a cry for help.

"These eight people all participated in the original plan against Desheng Company. In that plan, a total of forty-three tourists were buried in the sea, and nineteen were left permanently disabled." Wei Boan did not stop talking. Start playing in your hand.

This piano piece is beautiful.

The soft moonlight shines in through the windows, giving this old building a touch of art.

Lu Wen suddenly realized a problem.

Wei Bo'an didn't think about running away, he would be buried in the sea of ​​fire tonight, together with these senior executives of Hanjiang, accompanied by the sound of the elegant piano.

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

"Wei Bo'an, have you given up?" Lu Wen asked loudly.

"It's not about giving up, I've already done what I should do." Wei Bo'an replied.

"No, you still gave up. You have the right to be the head of the regional executive bureau. You know the dark side of the world that is unknown. You can clearly resist better, but you choose to stop at this place in the end."

The piano music in Wei Bo'an's hand suddenly stopped.

Flames started to spread from the first floor.

There was no gasoline in the stairwell, but Wei Boan seemed to have set up an ignition device on the second floor.

So now, from the outside, the first and second floors of the building began to billow thick smoke, and the flames illuminated the seaside at night.

The temperature on the third floor began to rise gradually.

The eight executives of Hanjiang Company began to writhe in despair, looking for a sharp weapon that could 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 of them actually chatted.

The executive and the murderer knew each other.

This is a big problem.

"Ding……"

Wei Boan pressed a black key and continued playing.

It seemed that he had indeed given up.

What should have been dealt with at the beginning, he has already dealt with it, the only thing that needs to be done now is to finish playing this soft piece in the firelight.

"Mr. Wei, can you listen to me." Feng Fugui walked forward slowly, "Although I am old, I am still sensitive to current events. The world is on the verge of breaking up. You can handle it amidst the turmoil. Get rid of the ones you can't handle in peacetime."

Some people in this city came together because of their interests and protected each other.

So Wei Boan didn't continue to fight.

This rotten society is like a crumbling tree, digging out those moths is no longer helpful, it will only collapse sooner or later.

Even, if the method of digging out the moths is too drastic, it may cause the existing order to collapse in advance.

The old executive walked not far from the old piano.

Wei Boan didn't stop him, from the perspective of physical fitness and reaction speed, Feng Fugui was no threat to Wei Boan at all.

"Mr. Wei, I think Lu Wen also thinks so, you can leave this place with us, let that so-called wandering poet be buried in this fire, and you are still the chief executive of the tenth district."

Feng Fugui's words violated his principles as an executive officer.

Wei Boan was the murderer, and he was also the maker of two prison fires. Many civilians died at the hands of those prison escapees.

But this old man felt that the world needs someone like Wei Boan, so before retiring, he made this decision against the rules, he wanted to release Wei Boan, and conceal the true identity of the wandering poet from the world.

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

The scrap of paper fell on the waste paper box.

The third floor also started to burn.

Thick smoke slowly hovered in this not-so-large space.

"Ahem..."

Feng Fugui covered his mouth and nose and coughed twice.

He was old and not in good health, and the temperature at the scene was always high.

It can be seen that fine beads of sweat floated on his wrinkled forehead.

"Lu Wen, take Chief Feng out. If you don't leave, he will have no chance to leave." Wei Bo'an turned his head and said to Lu Wen at the stairs.

He was not worried about Lu Wen's safety.

With Lu Wen's physical strength, it is not a problem to cross the flames in a short period of time.

And here is only the height of the third floor, Lu Wen can jump down.

Lu Wen frowned.

He thought to himself.

【Should we knock Wei Boan unconscious and take him out】

This question has been circling in his mind for a long time.

But the situation at the scene did not give him much time.

Lu Wen moved forward slowly, preparing to attack Wei Bo'an.

Wei Boan's fighting ability is very strong, and his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, so he must be quick and knock him out before he can react.

Then Lu Wen just took two steps forward, and the innermost debris pile on the third floor changed.

A high-ranking member of Hanjiang actually broke the rope.

The flames spread quickly on the clothes of the senior executive. He found a shotgun from the corner of the warehouse, and forcefully tore off the seal on his mouth. With a ferocious face, he aimed the gun at Wei Boan.

"Go to hell with me!"

Wei Boan miscalculated.

Since it was the last time, he didn't check the scene carefully.

But he didn't take any action, accepting the arrival of death calmly.

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

"boom--"

"boom--"

Two gunshots echoed in the space on the third floor.

The fire was getting higher and higher.

There was actually gasoline in the debris pile, and the fire quickly spread to those Hanjiang executives. Their mouths were sealed and they couldn't even scream.

The executive with the shotgun fell slowly into the flames, with a hole between his eyebrows.

Wei Boan did not die.

Feng Fugui stood in front of him.

The old executive covered the wound in front of him, bleeding profusely, and fell down slowly.

"Mr. Feng!"

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

quite serious.

That homemade shotgun can wreak havoc inside.

Wei Bo'an obviously didn't expect Feng Fugui to stand in front of him.

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

Feng Fugui's breath was weak.

The fire light rose all around, reflecting his old face.

"Officer Wei..."

The old executive raised his withered hand tremblingly.

Wei Boan held it firmly.

"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 was weak and his breath was short of breath.

"I've lived for a long time, and if I continue to live, I won't be able to add any value to this world, but you are different, you can still accomplish a lot, and you shouldn't die in this place."

Firelight shone in his cloudy eyes.

It is said that people can recall all the experiences of their life before they die.

He saw how young and immature he was when he first entered the executive board.

Memories walk on the scale of the years, and those past satisfactions and regrets seem to be blurred slides, which are slowly deduced in the long river of time.

No one can stay young.

He shaved his youthful beard by the sea.

The sea breeze flows through the short black and white intertwined hair.

The familiar Fool's Wharf sounded in his ears, which was his favorite song.

This soothing love song travels back and forth with you.

He remembered the first time he arrested a criminal, received his salary for the first time, and invited the girl he liked to dinner for the first time... It seemed that someone was standing at the end of the years and gently waving to him.

"Those charges need to be borne by someone, let me do it."

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