good night warlord

Chapter 601 Dead People Can Talk

"A bunch of trash."

In the palace villa, in the study, Gong Xiao cursed in a low voice.

On the Capital City News, the bodies of four foreigners who died violently were mosaiced and published on the front page.

Gong Xiao slammed the teacup in his hand on the desk, and the porcelain cup cracked and the tea spilled out along with the tea leaves.

In the drawer, there was a faint vibrating sound. Gong Xiao opened the drawer and saw the mobile phone whose number was encrypted but was vibrating at the moment. He raised his hand and rubbed his throat before taking the mobile phone out, and pressed answer:

"Mr. Brady, it's me, Gong Xiao."

"Where are my people?"

"The operation failed, Mr. Brady, the four people you sent all died in the hands of Yan during the war."

"Did Yan die during the war?"

"Your people seem to have underestimated the enemy."

"Was Yan very powerful during the war?"

There was displeasure in Brady's voice.

Gong Xiao thought about how to answer this question, and soon he thought of the answer:

"Mr. Brady, your granddaughter Miss Melinda has always been determined to win the battle."

The opposite side paused for two seconds before saying:

"Melinda?"

"Yes, Miss Melinda is your granddaughter, so the man she has her eyes on is naturally not too bad."

"I see."

"Mr. Brady, is the operation going to continue?"

"He must die."

"clear."

……

Senegal Castle

It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, the inside and outside of the castle were brightly lit, and the entire castle was immersed in a tense atmosphere.

Five minutes ago, the second young master of the Zhan family led the second young mistress and two other male bodyguards to the castle, but he went up to the second floor without saying a word. The family doctor was called up, and these servants could only vaguely hear The voice of the housewife, Murongli, exclaimed:

"Yan'er, why are you injured?"

All the servants gathered on the first floor didn't dare to breathe when they heard Murongli's voice, their heads were lowered like an ostrich.

But when he lowered his head, he realized that there was a long string of bright red blood stains on the carpet that should have been spotless.

In the medical room, the family doctor carefully cut off the sleeve of Yan's arm during the war, and only then did he expose his bloody arm.

Gu Qingyi twitched her fingertips at the side. He only said earlier that it was okay and he was wearing a black suit, so she naively thought that it was really not serious.

During the war, Yan saw his wife's pale face, and said softly:

"It's just a scratch. There's a lot of blood, don't look at it."

Gu Qingyi felt that what he said was so calm, as if this bloody arm was not his.

Seeing her stubborn and distressed look, Zhan Shiyan glanced at the family doctor who was treating his wound, and the doctor then explained:

"Second Young Mistress, Second Young Master's injury is indeed an abrasion, not a wound. These bloodstains look scary. As long as they are wiped off, they will be fine. The wound will heal quickly after some medicine is applied to the wound."

Murongli was nervously tugging at his pajamas:

"Then what are you talking about, why don't you deal with it quickly?"

The family doctor hastily lowered his head and began to treat Yan's injuries seriously during the war.

Looking at his son like this, Murongli was very worried:

"What happened? Didn't you go to Huo's house? The phone call was fine before, why did it happen all of a sudden?"

Gu Qingyi replied:

"We're being followed by a killer."

"Killer?"

"Yes."

Thinking about it now, Gu Qingyi still has lingering fears.

If Yan's movement to snatch the weapon was a second slower during the war, or if the driver was not a well-trained bodyguard like Jiang Heng, their life and death would really be unpredictable.

Murongli's face was full of anger:

"Who is so bold that he dares to fight against Zhanjia?"

During the war, Yan opened his mouth and replied:

"The people who want to kill us are foreigners."

After speaking, he glanced at his wife.

He wasn't sure who the other party really wanted to kill, or himself, or Yi Baoer...

"Foreigners?" Murongli pondered for a moment, the families in China who dared to fight against the Zhan family could be counted on the palm of their hand, but when it comes to foreigners, the matter is more complicated:

"Is there any survivor left?"

Gu Qingyi shook her head, the situation was so critical at that time, either they would die or the other party would die, the most important thing was to keep herself safe, how could she take into account the follow-up matter of leaving alive for interrogation.

"Even if they are left alive, it probably won't work. If you want to know who sent them, you can find out as long as you check.

Has the mother I told you about the things in the castle found the person who leaked the secret? "

"They are being interrogated one by one," Murongli replied.

That is not found yet.

During the war, Yan's eyes were gloomy like a black mist. The doctor was disinfecting the wound on his arm, and he seemed to be unaware of the pain:

"Start with the servants who serve the old man."

Murongli knew the seriousness of the matter, she hoped that the old man would wake up, so there should be no mistakes in the safety of the old man:

"I know."

During the war, Yan raised his eyes and ordered:

:

"Jiang Heng, you two go to interrogate them."

Jiang Heng nodded and accepted the order.

During the war, Yan's wound was quickly bandaged, and the doctor withdrew, leaving only the regular beeping of the old man's heart monitor in the convalescent room.

During the war, Yan stood up, came to his wife, raised his hand to caress her small face:

"Yibaoer, it's okay."

He was worried that she would be frightened. After all, she was the jewel in the palm of the Gu family since she was a child. She had never seen such a bloody scene today.

Gu Qingyi hummed in a low voice, and then handed back to him the thing that had been tightly held in the palm of his hand.

"I changed your clothes for you."

Gu Qingyi's voice was a little dry and hoarse, which was due to her nervous tension. During the war, Yan took what was in her hand, and then stood in front of her and let her unbutton her clothes.

He knew that it was fake that she wanted to help him change his clothes, but the truth was that she wanted to check whether there were other injuries on his body.

Gu Qingyi's fingertips were trembling slightly all the time, although his actions as usual proved that he had no other injuries, but according to his previous style, she was really afraid that he would hide it from her again.

On the night of the engagement banquet, he was so seriously injured that he didn't tell her anything, and he insisted on going to the hospital to accompany her every day enduring the pain of repeated wound opening.

She is worried.

As the buttons of the clothes were unbuttoned one by one, the wheat-colored hard and smooth muscle lines appeared inch by inch in her field of vision.

Although the intricate scars on the waist and abdomen were still glaring, there were no new injuries.

Gu Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in his eyes relaxed, and his body became a little weak, he tightly wrapped his arms around his waist, listening to his steady heartbeat:

"Who the hell is going to kill us?"

Hearing his wife's shocking words, Zhan Shi Yan's icy eyes secretly gathered a bitter storm:

"Don't worry, soon, there will be results."

Although the four foreign men in black were all dead, the dead could still speak.