Chapter 518 if line extra
[Ding! The target's blackened value has been reset to zero. Mission completed. About to leave the plane. Please prepare.]
The soul floats up as if weightless, separating from the original body.
Chen Yuan looked back and saw that his body was lying on the hospital bed, his eyelids closed, and he was sleeping peacefully.
The man stood by the bed, holding her hand tightly, burying his head in his palm, and had stopped breathing.
Unfortunately, Shen Yuan's body had a family history of genetic diseases and he only lived to the age of twenty-eight.
Before this, the original owner's mother only lived to her thirties. It was not until Chen Yuan returned to Yayang for the second time that he discovered the old medical record hidden under the TV cabinet.
She didn't tell Fu Huaisi, but this man was so smart that after a certain day, he never mentioned having children again.
However, there are more and more doctors entering and leaving the armed base, and their faces are becoming more and more unfamiliar.
Fu Huaisi took a gun and used tough measures to capture powerful doctors from various countries just to cure her.
But the answers I got were all filled with fear.
The man's expression became more sinister day by day, and his temper became worse and worse, but he never directed it at Shen Yuan. However, when he saw her increasingly thin face, his eyes turned red with suppression.
He used to love cigarettes and alcohol, but now he doesn't drink at all. This is because Shen Yuan will cough when she smells tobacco and alcohol. So Fu Huaisi quit his ten-year addiction.
On her 28th birthday, her illness relapsed, and it was the most serious one.
Groups of doctors came in and out, stopping Fu Huaisi outside the private ward.
It was not until half an hour later that the attending physician came out, looked at the man leaning dejectedly against the wall, and shook his head.
Dozens of black gun muzzles were suddenly raised and pointed at him.
The doctor's face was pale and he was shaking like a sieve. He stumbled over two words: "My...my condolences."
The ward door opened and closed, and all the doctors retreated.
With a pale face, the man walked towards the woman lying on the hospital bed, then lowered his head and tentatively hooked the woman's finger hanging by the bed.
"Hey, wake up."
I haven't spoken for a long time, and my voice becomes hoarse when I open my mouth.
The woman did not react. Her slender white wrist, exposed to the air, seemed to be easily broken and had turned a grayish-white color.
No one understands what this means better than Fu Huaisi.
But he seemed not to notice, and instead tightly grasped the woman's wrist, trying to transfer his body temperature to her.
"This is the third time. This is the third time you've run away."
Didn’t we agree not to run away?
Didn’t you agree to always be with him?
Fu Huaisi's lips moved, and he tasted a strong smell of blood in his throat.
He closed his eyes which were too dry to shed tears, his throat was choked with sobs, and even his breathing was chilling to the bone.
Fu Huaisi forced his lips to move and kissed the woman's cold wrist affectionately. The coldness stung her lips, as if they had just been taken out of the freezer.
It turns out that a person's body can be so cold after death.
"You lied to me again."
Fu Huaisi said softly, but unfortunately no one could respond to him.
The ward was silent, and the strong smell of disinfectant mixed with the dead air swept over Fu Huaisi's body.
After a long time, his body, as stiff as a stone statue, finally responded.
Fu Huaisi slowly took out a pistol from his pocket. The pistol was sophisticated and compact, with a shiny color. It was obvious that it was well preserved by its owner.
This was the gift he once gave to Shen Yuan for self-defense - the Kahr P9 micro pistol.
Now, the gun was pointed at his temple.
Fu Huaisi took one last look at Shen Yuan, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
The armed forces outside the ward rushed in, but they only saw the exploding blood splattering on the man's thin floral shirt.
He buried himself in the woman's palm, and there was no sign of life.
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I once met someone who made my blood boil and drove me crazy.
After leaving a significant mark in my life, he disappeared into the crowd.
I can't find her, and I can't keep her.
So this time, I chose to go with her.
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[Host, since you completed this mission so well, the Lord God has granted me permission. Would you like to go and capture the target's childhood and take a look?]
"When I was little?"
[Yes, let's open a dungeon and see what path Fu Huaisi, who has been redeemed, will take.]
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2006 at 3:00 AM
The small town of Xizhou was silent.
This is Utah's famous black slum, a place that the upper class disdains to set foot in.
It symbolizes lowliness, cheapness, dirtiness and stench.
Occasionally, the sound of beer bottles smashing could be heard, startling the black crows resting on the treetops. They flapped their wings and flew away quickly, escaping from this smelly place.
Bang!
The sound of breaking glass was heard again in the alley, and then a dirty little boy ran out.
"Shit! your son of bitch!"
Behind him, two strong black men were chasing him relentlessly, their mouths full of foul smell.
With their natural advantage, they quickly caught up with the little boy, pinned him to the ground and beat him up.
Angry curse words mixed with the boy's cries of pain woven into a terrifying elegy in the dark night.
The fishy mud splashed up, and the black man grabbed the boy's hair and pushed him into the stinky puddle, pried open his clenched fist, and snatched back the stolen watch.
Of course, they are not the owners of this watch.
The owner of this watch is a high-ranking white man from Dongzhou.
They had finally managed to snatch the watch, but it was almost stolen by this yellow bastard in front of them.
Not wanting to waste time, the black man snatched the watch and kicked the boy in the chest impatiently. Only after seeing him spit out a mouthful of blood did he stop and leave.
The wind at night is so cold, so cold.
My body aches and I can't breathe.
The boy huddled beside the trash can, his teeth chattering from the cold, his exposed arms covered in bruises.
He suddenly remembered a fairy tale he had read before.
In the snow, the little match girl saw her grandmother whom she had been thinking about all the time.
Who can he see?
He can't see anyone.
The boy has no father and no mother. He was an orphan abandoned in Xizhou and no one wants him.
The only person he could see was probably the god of death.
The boy felt like his body was broken and he even had difficulty breathing.
As his consciousness was fading, he heard cautious footsteps.
The boy opened his eyelids with difficulty, looked over, and saw a ray of light.
In the dark alley, someone walked over with a candle.
The firelight was so warm that even the pain in my body disappeared.
Warmer than the firelight was a pair of bright, dark eyes.
Is she... an angel?
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The boy still woke up next to the trash can.
The intense pain from last night seemed to still linger in his chest. The boy touched it gently, but could only feel his healthy, strong heartbeat.
It was like a dream mixed with beauty and pain.
“Roll! Roll!”
The cleaner rushed over with a broom and chased him away.
The boy subconsciously wanted to run, but suddenly his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a candle lamp that had long been extinguished nearby.
It turns out that it was not a dream.
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The private cemetery on the outskirts of Jingjiang City is covered in dense black.
They were all Qiu Huaxun’s confidants and partners who came to pay their respects.
The two of them whispered to each other.
"Do you think the American guy will really come back to attend the old man's funeral?"
"Of course, didn't Yang Guangxing say that? It can't be false."
"That guy is truly remarkable. He's so young, yet he's climbed to his current position."
The man sighed and said with an ambiguous tone, "Once he comes back, the position of the eldest young master will be unstable."
At this funeral, apart from the eldest son Qiu Cheng'an, the most eye-catching person should be the beauty in the black long dress in the front.
The old man’s new adopted daughter—Miss Shen.
She was beautiful as a flower, but she was born with the body of Lin Daiyu.
It can only be kept alive with precious medicinal herbs, and if it is kept alive for a while, it will be blown away by a gust of wind.
Once the old man dies, she will just become cannon fodder in the fight between the two brothers for the family property.
Tsk tsk, what a pity.
Everyone had different thoughts until the harsh sound of brakes was heard at the entrance of the cemetery.
The man walked in casually, wearing a loose black windbreaker and holding a cigarette between his fingers.
"Hey, why are there so many people here today? Did something good happen?"
The smoke blurred the man's aggressive features, and his behavior was erratic and dishonest.
He walked slowly over with a cigarette in his mouth and kicked away the white daisies next to the tombstone.
"Cough...cough."
A dense and delicate cough sounded suddenly. The man frowned impatiently, turned his head to look over, but was stunned.
These eyes look so familiar.
"Cough...cough cough."
The woman was choked by the smell of tobacco and coughed repeatedly. Her face turned red and tears instantly welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Tsk, are you so weak?
Fu Huaisi raised his eyebrows, put out his cigarette, stared into the woman's eyes and asked with interest.
“Hey, have you been to Utah?”
【If line ends】
You can guess what will happen next:
Yuanbao is in poor health and cannot use force, so Fu Huaisi can only approach her step by step and carefully take care of this little medicine jar.
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