"It seems..." The sound of the instrument made Song Wujiang excited, as if he had already seen Lin Lang tied up in the laboratory, suffering a fate worse than death. However, in just a moment, his words stopped abruptly.
Because the mechanical sound coming from the box in my hand: "No supernatural fluctuations detected"
Song Wujiang stood stiffly where he was, his hawk-like eyes losing focus.
He obviously didn't expect such a ridiculous ending.
Lin Lang raised his chin slightly and returned to stand beside Xia Runzhong. "It seems that I have disappointed you."
Song Wujiang's face turned pale and he stiffly put away the blood crystal testing machine.
He thought he could easily expose her and convince everyone, but at this moment he felt like a clown.
He needed to think carefully about how to deal with Lin Lang next.
Suddenly, he felt that the surroundings became extremely quiet, and Song Wujiang seemed to be able to hear the beating of his own chest.
He suddenly raised his head, and the gazes around him shot at him like sharp swords, and every look revealed suspicion and hostility.
He subconsciously took a half step back, quickly reached into his coat pocket, and grabbed a handful of something cold.
"Song Wujiang, it's time to end your show!" Wang Haide stood up. The sunlight from outside the window came in and sprinkled on the table. The reflected light made his face bright.
"Wang Haide," Song Wujiang shouted hoarsely, "What do you mean by this?"
"We've long known about your relationship with the Nanchen Group," Wang Haide said in a deep voice. "Your Song family is a relative of the Nanchen Group. You were sent to an ordinary Song family when you were little. After you grew up and graduated, you were assigned to a unit at the Nanchen Group. You worked your way up the ranks and finally reached your current position. For so many years, you and your real family only saw each other once a year. Except for you, the rest of your family is in Gancheng. Song Chun is your younger brother, am I right?"
Song Wujiang's eyes darkened. "Bullshit! What evidence do you have?"
"We have all the evidence." As if he had known that Song Wujiang would ask this, Wang Haide took out a large stack of information from under the table.
"You guys set up a trap?" Song Wujiang looked at the information in a daze and asked with gritted teeth.
"Yes, everything today is for you, but I didn't expect you to kill someone in front of us!" Wang Haide said with some pain after taking a look at the woman's body on the ground.
When Song Wujiang heard this, he was stunned as if he was struck by lightning.
"Wang Hyde! You old fox! I didn't expect you to use such means to frame me." He suddenly laughed, "Hahaha! Good, good Deacon Wang!"
Furious and losing his mind like a trapped beast, Song Wujiang rushed towards Wang Haide, pulled out a gun from his pocket and put it to his throat.
"Hyde!"
The others wanted to rush forward to rescue people, but the door was kicked open and Long Xiao rushed in with a team of elite soldiers.
More than ten machine guns were pointed at Song Wujiang
Song Wujiang's forehead was throbbing with veins, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the people rushing forward: "Don't move! Otherwise, I will let him die here!"
"Song Wujiang, doesn't the death of your brother Song Chun make you wake up?" Although being held hostage by Song Wujiang, Wang Haide still tried to persuade Song Wujiang.
Song Chun?
The second branch of the Song family?
Could this Song Wujiang be from the eldest branch of the Song family?
Xia Runzhong and Lin Lang looked at each other. This situation was a bit sudden.
"Put down your weapon, Song Wujiang, and try to get leniency. You can't get away." Wang Haide advised.
"Shut up. If you can't get away, I'll take someone down with me." Song Wujiang's eyes were bloodshot and veins on his hands were bulging.
"Girl Lin...I beg you!" Xia Runzhong turned around and begged when he saw that Wang Haide was about to be beaten to death by Song Wujiang.
Now only Lin Lang can save Wang Haide. Although Long Xiao and others are on high alert, Song Wujiang and Wang Haide might die together.
"Click" the sound of the trigger was heard, and Song Wujiang's face was full of madness, "Go to hell with me!"
At this critical moment, Lin Lang pounced forward like a leopard and stepped between the two men.
His right hand turned into a solid steel, striking Song Wujiang's wrist with precision. The gun flew from his hand, drawing a graceful arc in the air before landing heavily on the ground.
Lin Lang pushed Wang Haide towards Xia Runzhong with one hand and subdued Song Wujiang to the ground with the other hand.
"Crack!" Lin Lang's fingers snapped lightly, and Song Wujiang's limbs and joints were crushed. Now Song Wujiang collapsed on the ground like a piece of rotten meat.
"No! Impossible! Don't you have no superpowers? How could this happen? How could this happen?" Song Wujiang collapsed on the ground, roaring madly.
"Take him away and execute him secretly." Wang Haide, who was still in shock, discussed with several other deacons and decided on Song Wujiang's life or death.
When Song Wujiang heard that he was about to be executed, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and he kept muttering, "Impossible... Impossible..."
The youngest deacon, who was originally high and mighty, was now dragged out by Long Xiao like a dead dog.
"Ms. Lin, thank you so much. I'm sorry for scaring you today!"
"Yes, Miss Lin, today is really thanks to you, otherwise Lao Wang would..."
Wang Haide and several deacons stepped forward and expressed their gratitude to Lin Lang.
"I'm not saying anything, what do you mean by this? Am I the only one who doesn't know?"
Xia Runzhong stood among the crowd and asked angrily.
"Old Xia, Song Wujiang is eyeing your military power. How about taking off your clothes temporarily? Will he be exposed?" Wang Haide patted Xia Runzhong on the shoulder.
"Then you can also give me some advice. Everyone can act, even I can."
"Old Xia, stop talking about your lousy acting. How about some real action? Do you think Song Wujiang will be fooled?"
"I understand." Xia Runzhong said in a deep voice, "But I don't like being kept in the dark."
"This will not happen again, this will not happen again"
"Hahaha"
Everyone laughed and let the matter go.
Wang Haide straightened his clothes, put on a serious expression and said to Lin Lang:
"Ms. Lin, I'm really sorry for making you feel wronged today."
"That's right. You don't know how much help Miss Lin has given us, and yet you just watch that bastard Song Wujiang spout nonsense."
When Xia Runzhong heard Wang Haide say this, he immediately became furious.
“This isn’t…”
Wang Hyde grinned awkwardly.
"You have to compensate Lin girl well."
Xia Runxin thought, it's time to repay Lin Lang. This girl's character is beyond reproach. Just look at the way these old friends just watched the fire from the other side of the river. If it were someone else, Old Wang would have died.
"Yes, you are right. We have already discussed this. In view of Comrade Lin Lang's contributions to the country, we have unanimously decided to confer a military rank on him."
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