Chapter 015: Paparazzi without Bodies 15 Learn the truth (crematorium mode activated).
Noticing the gun muzzle being moved away, Shen Xiuran suddenly felt a lump in his throat and almost burst into tears.
What made Weng Jianbai give up his willingness to kill was a small micro memory in Jian Ziyan's hand.
"This is what you're looking for. I can give it to you personally." Jian Ziyan said, "Weng Jianbai, you have so many bodyguards around you. You're not afraid of a reporter like me getting close to you, right?"
Weng Jianbai stared at him coldly. The temptation of that micro memory was too great. Besides, Jian Ziyan was indeed just a thin reporter. Even if he had done something like jumping off a high-rise building, he had specially investigated this person afterwards. His main job was a reporter and his training was limited. There were so many elite people around him. What could they do to him?
"Come here."
Jian Ziyan glanced at Lan Chunhua who was still in Weng Jianbai's arms, and slowly walked over there.
Everyone's heart was drawn to his movements.
"Stop, you can give it to me now." Weng Jianbai stretched out his hand.
The two were only an arm's length apart. Jian Ziyan stretched out his hand to him, his jade-white fingers holding the micro-storage device, about to put it into Weng Jianbai's hand...
Suddenly his eyes became sharp, and with a flip of his wrist, a gun suddenly appeared in his empty hand!
He pointed mercilessly at Weng Jianbai's wrist that was holding Lan Chunhua's hair. Just when he was furious and wanted to shoot Jian Ziyan, Jian Ziyan simply gave up on Lan Chunhua and threw himself at Weng Jianbai with all his strength!
Weng Jianbai underestimated Jian Ziyan's skills and his methods.
He was pinned to the ground by Jian Ziyan, with the muzzle of a gun against his head. Jian Ziyan shouted into the communicator, "Do it! Don't worry about me! Do it quickly—"
Just before Jian Ziyan said he wanted to hand over the micro storage device, he received news that combatants were lurking at the scene, so he decisively used himself as bait and dragged Weng Jianbai into the sniper's shooting range by himself.
His palms were full of cold sweat because he knew that this was their only chance to kill Weng Jianbai and save the others.
However, in just a few seconds, the experienced Weng Jianbai had already seen the clues. He stared at Jian Ziyan in disbelief: "Is your gun fake?"
Jian Ziyan looked at him sharply, and when he saw that he had been discovered, he simply threw away the fake gun, bent down resolutely and hugged Weng Jianbai.
He used his own strength to tightly control Weng Jianbai's movements, and at the same time shouted, "Do it!"
In order to ensure the safety of the hostages, the sniper had to pull the trigger.
Bang!
"No! Pre-smoking"
Jiang Zhiyuan and others shouted in despair.
Jian Ziyan's expression suddenly froze, a bright red blood flower slowly bloomed from his chest, and uncontrollable blood flowed from the corners of his lips.
The bullet pierced his body and also pierced into Weng Jianbai's chest.
However, Weng Jianbai laughed wildly: "You idiots, do you think you can catch me like this?"
The rumbling sound of a helicopter came from the sky, as if it appeared out of thin air. Before the people in the dark could react, a masked man slid down the ladder and picked up Weng Jianbai.
The other masked men were already dead. Jian Ziyan noticed that Weng Jianbai was trying to pry his hands apart. His muscles trembled slightly, and he found strength from nowhere. He suddenly lifted up his arms and swallowed the micro storage device into his stomach!
Weng Jianbai was shocked, then laughed in anger: "Okay, okay, Jian Ziyan, it seems that you are determined to go against me to the end, I want to see how long you can hold on!"
While his consciousness was hazy, Jian Ziyan felt his body being lifted up and gradually rising.
Countless people were rushing towards this side. Jiang Zhiyuan and Shen Xiuran used up their remaining strength to rush forward and tried to grab his legs, but they were shot in the arms instead.
They could only watch Jian Ziyan being taken away, and they all understood the last look in his eyes.
"Please take good care of my mother."
[Important character Jiang Zhiyuan’s forgiveness value is 50, important character Chen Xiuran’s forgiveness value is 60, important character Qu Shu’s forgiveness value is 30]
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The best hospital in the city has been surrounded by soldiers in combat uniforms, and an entire floor has been cleared out as a confidential area to treat the few people who have just been rescued.
Father Jiang and Father Shen had gloomy expressions and were negotiating something with the person in charge of guarding. At this time, a doctor came out, sweating profusely, and said that two patients in the room had woken up. Everyone immediately stopped talking and rushed into the ward.
In order to facilitate supervision, even though the two elderly people of prominent status were reluctant, they had to let their son stay in the same ward with others, because Jiang Zhiyuan and Shen Xiuran were relatively less injured and had woken up first.
As for Zhou Yangqiu and Qu Shu, it is said that it was very difficult for them to survive, and they are still in a coma. Lan Chunhua is also temporarily in a coma due to many complications, but she is not seriously injured.
When the others came in, the two were lying on the bed with dazed expressions, seemingly not yet coming to their senses.
The doctor came forward, gave a quick checkup and told the patient to rest and nothing serious happened, then left the room.
Shen Xiuran moved his eyes, looked at the others, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is Jian Ziyan? Is he rescued?"
Everyone was silent.
Shen Xiuran's pale face darkened, and he looked at the other beds: "Are they still alive?"
Jiang Zhiyuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly sat up. Regardless of the various tubes wrapped around his body, the huge movement caused the IV to shake.
Father Jiang was horrified: "Ayuan! Your injury is not healed yet, be careful."
Jiang Zhiyuan silently pulled off the tube that was preventing him from getting up, and looked at his father intently: "Who exactly is Jian Ziyan? Are those reports he wrote before really all false?"
Father Jiang and Father Shen looked at each other, and Father Shen said, "Ayuan, you are injured now, don't worry about these things for now, it's important to take good care of your injuries."
"It's already this late, is there anything left to hide?" Shen Xiuran also sat up, looking at his father and the elders he respected with disappointment, "You don't think that we'll be like before, knowing nothing, after being under Weng Jianbai's control?"
The two fathers' faces turned grim.
"What are you hiding?" Jiang Zhiyuan suppressed his anger.
He was angry, his voice turned cold, "You don't have to say it. We will find the truth ourselves and we won't be deceived this time."
Hearing what he said, the two old men finally showed an uneasy look. Jiang's father sighed heavily: "What a sin... These are all things in the past. We have worked hard to create a clean environment for you, just because we don't want you to be stained with the sins of your predecessors. I didn't expect..."
Hearing what he said, Jiang Zhiyuan and Shen Xiuran understood, and their faces quickly turned pale.
"Father, I trusted you so much before. I asked you again and again whether those things were true or not, and you told me they were not true." Jiang Zhiyuan's voice was weak, as if the pain had suddenly returned to him and was about to crush him. "How could you... lie to me?"
"He said he never lied, but we didn't believe him." Shen Xiuran leaned against the head of the bed, his usually proud face full of dejection and regret, "So what he wrote is true, and you did... those things?"
"It's not us. By the time of our generation, it really has no impact. That's why we told you not to believe it." Father Shen still wanted to save the situation, "All the things in the past have been written off..."
"How can it be written off? God is watching what we do. Even if no one knows about it now, can we just pretend that nothing happened?" Shen Xiuran suddenly burst into great anger. "Father, you taught me since I was a child to hone my reputation and conduct. Only great deeds can bring great reputation. Why are you covering up your misconduct just for false reputation?"
Father Jiang said: "Xiu Ran, you are still young and don't understand the importance of reputation. We are doing this for your sake..."
"If you really care about us, you should tell us the truth!" Shen Xiuran almost roared, "You made us wrongly accuse a good man, mistook a hero for a villain, insulted him in every way, and forced him in every way. You put us in an unjust and unkind situation... and you dare to say it's for our own good?"
Shen Xiuran had never been so angry before. He couldn't believe that he, who claimed to be noble and upright, and would not offend others unless they offended him, would actually become a person who hurt innocent people.
He always thought that it was Jian Ziyan who started the slander and kept pestering him, bringing disgrace and damage to his career and family, so he was determined to take action to clean up the mess, and because the other party started first, he did not hesitate to use some vicious means.
He has no psychological burden in dealing with villains with viciousness, and feels that this is what the other party deserves.
However, today, his most beloved father and elder told him that everything he had insisted on before was wrong, and the person he had cruelly hurt saved his life.
Thinking of how he had fanned the flames of public opinion and what he had said to Jian Ziyan, he felt ashamed. The strong sense of guilt and heartache overwhelmed him. He was breathing heavily and could hardly stand up.
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