Sun Jiming fired a shot into his shoulder.
They noticed that Lin Qingyi, who was sitting on the stool, was making unpleasant gurgling sounds from her vocal cords, which she hadn't used in a long time.
He found it amusing and jokingly said, "It seems my daughter quite likes you."
Ang's body remained upright, one hand covering the gushing blood from his wound.
Sun Jiming's eyes suddenly turned sinister. "If you dared to expose my affairs, you should have guessed that this would be your fate today."
"Sun Jiming, you released her. Your target was me all along, wasn't it?"
The pain in his shoulder made Ang's voice sound weak.
"It's you, that's right. But you've reminded me that I still have such a big hidden bomb lying around. I might as well deal with it all at once. Women are quite troublesome, especially... untrustworthy women."
"You're a real piece of trash!" Ang spat and couldn't help but curse him.
Seeing his weakness, Sun Jiming ignored his attacks and shrugged.
"You really like her, don't you? Then let the two of you say goodbye properly. When we send you off, you can meet again in the afterlife."
After he finished speaking, he raised his wrist and glanced at the time.
You have 10 minutes.
He pulled out a stool and sat down, fiddling with the tiny button in his hand. His two henchmen watched in trepidation, fearing he might accidentally press the button.
Lin Qingyi's struggling movements caused the printed ropes binding her hands and feet to leave bloody marks.
Ang slowly stood up and walked to Lin Qingyi's side.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he still raised his uninjured hand and gently wiped away the tears that kept appearing on her face.
Lin Qingyi stared at the bloody hole, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.
She wanted to hit him, why did she come?!
Ang understood what she meant. "This time you didn't have to contact me first, I came right away. You should be happy."
The blur before my eyes made it impossible to make out what Ang was saying.
She wanted to yell at him, she wanted to slap him, and she wanted to cover his wound.
But there was nothing she could do.
All I could do was stare blankly and shed tears.
This man is a bit unlucky; every time I run into him, he's covered in bruises.
Sun Jiming sat to the side as if watching a play, keeping track of the time with his hand.
My phone suddenly rang in my pocket.
"I understand, I'll be right there."
Ang focused his attention on his expression.
"I don't have time to play with you anymore. Since I said I'd give you 10 minutes, I won't go back on my word."
He tossed the button in his hand, and it landed in the hand of the tall, thin man.
“Take care of them.”
From the beginning, Sun Jiming did not intend to do it himself; he needed an alibi.
So I had to leave, but coincidentally I just received a call from the head of the election team, who said he had come to Jiangcheng and I needed to see him immediately.
That saves me the trouble of finding eyewitnesses myself.
He got into the car and said, "Drive."
He glanced sideways at the top.
With an injured Ang and a woman with her hands and feet bound, there was no way they could escape.
Fu Siming stood to the side, watched the car drive away for a distance, and then immediately raised his hand.
A number of people darted out of the nearby woods and went into the abandoned factory building.
They split up to search for Lin Qingyi and Ang's location.
The man who got the remote control felt like he was holding a hot potato.
They only said they were kidnapping people, not that they were going to kill them!
He glanced at his companion, who was relieved that he didn't have to lift a finger.
"You come, but I dare not."
The tall, thin man handed the remote control to his companion.
"I don't want to. The boss told you to do it. Why are you passing it on to me?"
Neither of them had ever used a bomb before, and if they accidentally injured themselves, it would be a huge loss. So they agreed to go outside together.
Press the detonation button again.
Ang noticed their movements.
Dragging an injured hand, he changed direction.
The two were only focused on hiding and didn't notice Ang's actions.
The man had only taken a couple of steps outside when he felt a sharp pain in his hand, as if his wrist had been kicked and broken.
The miniature button device in his hand flew into the air and was caught steadily.
"Who are you?!"
I got kicked in the stomach again.
"Damn it, who... kicked..."
Before they could even see who it was, both of them were trampled to the ground and forced to lie face down.
All I could see was a pair of shiny leather shoes, the toes of which were pressed against my eyelids.
It started shaking involuntarily.
"Who...who are you?!"
Fu Siming didn't need to explain to them; he gave them a look, and the people beside him took the two away.
Another group rushed in.
When Ang saw the familiar figure, he relaxed, sat down on the ground, and leaned against Lin Qingyi's legs.
Lin Qingyi tensed up, still a little nervous, thinking that Ang had lost consciousness and was out of control.
It wasn't until they saw Fu Siming's face that they realized someone had come to rescue them.
The ropes binding his hands and feet and securing the bomb to his lower back were cut with a Swiss Army knife.
She knelt down and hooked her arms around Ang's neck, allowing him to lean as much weight as possible against her.
The wound on Ang's right shoulder stained Lin Qingyi's white dress.
It looks creepy.
In her haste, Lin Qingyi didn't know her own strength and accidentally squeezed the wound on his shoulder.
Ang was in so much pain that he grimaced.
He was still laughing, looking at Fu Siming, "We're really late. If we'd been any later, we would have been blown up."
Fu Siming was not to be outdone, "Shut up, or I think you're going to bleed to death in a bit."
A bodyguard with first aid skills stepped forward and used the available ropes to tie his shoulders, slowing down the bleeding.
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