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Lin Ziyu called Shadow with some excitement: "Hurry up, now is a good time,"

"Good timing, Young Master Lin, I don't understand," Shadow asked incomprehensibly.

"Don't worry about it, listen to me, you're right," Lin Ziyu couldn't hide his excitement, and said: "You just need to know, get that kid as fast as possible, that's all, don't worry, no one will suspect you on the head of

"Okay, I'll do it right away," Shadow said in a deep voice.

The reason why Lin Ziyu was so excited was because he heard from his second uncle that Wu Xingneng, the commander of the Pingyuan Provincial Military Division, had a fight with Lei Xiaoluo. Wu Xingneng's son was beaten and sent to the hospital. The commander of the Huacheng Military Division was killed on the spot by him.

But the current situation is that Wu Xingneng is in a weak position, and it is very likely that he will never recover.

Wu Xingneng regarded the Lin family as the last straw, and called the second child of the Lin family, asking him to help out, and promised to thank him deeply when things were done.

The second child of the Lin family told Lin Hougen about this matter, but Lin Hougen refused on the spot. Wu Xingneng was already the target of the Yun family's persecution. If the Lin family came forward to protect him, wouldn't they tear themselves apart with the Yun family?

Offending the Yun family, the leader of the army, for the sake of a small provincial military division commander, this is a trade that is not worth the gain, and only fools do it.

Lin Hougen was very disapproving, but Lin Ziyu listened with joy to his ears. This is the best time to attack Lei Xiaoluo. If the shadow kills Lei Xiaoluo, everyone will suspect Wu Xingneng and think that This is his way of jumping over the wall in a hurry.

At that time, Wu Xing will be able to take the blame, Lin Ziyu will benefit, and without Lei Xiaoluo, his chances of getting Yun Xier's peace of mind will increase greatly.

That's why he couldn't wait to call Shadow, urging him to do it as soon as possible, because it won't be easy to find a free scapegoat in the future.

After receiving the order, Shadow carried a long black travel bag on his back, drove a gray car out of the hotel parking lot, and went to ambush at the place where Lei Xiaoluo often appeared.

He chose a high-rise building 800 meters away from Huada's open-air parking lot. Standing on the top of the building, he could overlook half of Huada.

Shadow lay quietly on the roof of the building, holding a telescope and staring at the direction of the door. There was an assembled sniper rifle beside him. The bullets were loaded and he could shoot at any time.

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Leaving the military division, Lei Xiaoluo went to the hospital. Wu Zike, the scourge, had to be eliminated, and it was simply unacceptable for him to be left behind.

He walked into the doctor's duty room with ease, put on a white coat, a white mask, and a pair of black-rimmed eyes for himself.

In this way, even if she stood in front of Liu Ting, she might not be able to recognize it. If she took a folder and put a pen in her pocket, this guy would immediately become a fake doctor.

Going straight to the room where Wu Zike was, without knocking on the door, he pushed the door open and entered. Inside, Wu Xingneng and his wife were discussing how to get through a difficult time. Suddenly someone came in. Their faces were ugly, but they couldn't say anything. Can only stop temporarily.

"I'll take a look at the patient's condition," Lei Xiaoluo said in a deliberately inflected voice.

"Well, let's see," the old woman forced out a smile and asked, "Doctor, when will my son wake up?"

"It's hard to say, he should wake up soon, you two don't worry, he's not seriously injured," Lei Xiaoluo gave the couple a "reassurance pill".

"Thank you doctor," said the old woman.

Lei Xiaoluo pretended to stare at Wu Zike's face for a few seconds, put his hand on his forehead, and said, "The patient doesn't have a fever, so don't worry."

In fact, he had already calmly slapped Wu Zike with a madness spell.

"Thank you, doctor," Wu Xingneng also forced a smile on his face. After all, the doctor is "good" for his son.

"You're welcome," Lei Xiaoluo nodded, pretending to write a few words on the folder, and before leaving, he did not forget to explain: "It is best not to talk loudly here, if it is not good for the patient, you can go to the lounge at the end of the corridor,"

After Lei Xiaoluo left, Wu Xingneng and the old woman looked at each other. They also felt that it was not appropriate to discuss how to tide over the difficulties here, so they went out together in a tacit understanding.

Although the Lin family had made up their minds to ignore them, they did not refuse directly, which made them feel that they had grasped at straws.

A few minutes later, Wu Zike's eyelids moved, and then he opened his eyes with faint green light.

A low-level madness spell can make ordinary people go crazy for a while, and they will return to normal after a while, but for him who is in a coma, it is simply fatal.

The loss of subjective consciousness made him forget the pain in his body. He threw off the thin quilt and jumped off the bed. The sunlight through the window made him close his eyes.

The guy rushed towards the window, smashed the glass with a punch, and then jumped out with his legs.

The intensive care floor, the lowest floor is also on the 12th floor. When Wu Zike was sent to the hospital, Wu Xingneng had not been rectified yet, so naturally he had to send his son to the intensive care floor with the highest standard of care.

As for the floor of Wu Zike's ward, it doesn't matter anymore.

Soon, there were loud shouts outside.

In fact, when the glass shattered, Wu Xingneng and the old woman in the lounge had already heard it. They didn't pay much attention until there was shouting outside.

Wu Xingneng opened the door, and there happened to be a nurse in the corridor, and he asked, "What's the matter, there's such a big commotion,"

"A patient jumped from the window," the nurse replied while running forward, "It's the patient on our floor,"

"Who, I can't think about it so much, I jumped off the building in the hospital," the old woman snorted behind Wu Xingneng.

"It's hard to think about. Even if it's a terminal illness that is about to die in bed, dying from illness is better than falling to death," Wu Xingneng echoed.

The old woman immediately changed her point of view: "Not necessarily. I heard that people with advanced cancer have a difficult life. Whether it is normal or during treatment, it is very painful. Suicide is a kind of relief."

"It makes sense," Wu Xingneng nodded.

In the next second, their eyes widened.

The nurse just now rushed straight into the ward where Wu Zike was, and then shouted: "The ward of the patient who jumped off the building has been found, it's ward 16012, come quickly..."

"Son," the old woman screamed miserably, Wu Xingneng ran out, and the old woman collapsed on the ground.

In the lounge on the 6th floor, Lei Xiaoluo was standing by the window, looking at Wu Zike who had been photographed as a meatloaf below, and said coldly to himself: "In the next life, be careful, don't be arrogant,"