There was chaos in the club, and Ben rushed down from the 2nd floor, shouting with a nervous face: "Put the boss flat and block the gate and all exits...... All scattered. ”

More than 20 of his subordinates spontaneously formed a circle, and the machine guns hidden under the trench coats were exposed, and they hung blatantly on their legs, their eyes coldly scanning the surroundings.

Everyone else was cut off, except Ben who was let in: "Boss, how are you feeling?"

"No problem, I can hold on, when will Mike arrive. Li Zitao's voice was a little weak, but his complexion didn't look too bad.

The driver, who pressed his wound with a handkerchief, did not notice that the humidity on the handkerchief had stopped changing.

"Already on the way. Ben took his hand and said with a sad face.

In the eyes of any normal person, Li Zitao's situation at the moment can only be described as in danger, and the chance of surviving with a shot in the chest is too small.

Only Li Zitao was in pain and happy, he suddenly felt that this shot was too timely, if such a thing happened, who would dare to trouble him?

"Lao Tzu's life is about to be gone, are you still staring at me?" Say, was the gunman sent by you?"

And his outbursts are completely defensible, and anyone who almost loses his life will fall into a violent madness.

In this way, if he hasn't said anything at all, it will really make people worry, and even his life can be put on the line, and Li Zitao himself has to wonder if he has an important mission.

"17 years old, it's the age of youth and vigor, hehe, this shot is so good. Li Zitao secretly laughed in his heart, and some excitement triggered the wound, which made him snort.

"BOSS, don't move, don't get excited, Mike will be there soon. Ben looked comforted with tears in his eyes, then turned his head and roared, "Send someone to pick them up, FK." ”

Syllable......

The gate was slammed open, and the men who surrounded the wall raised their guns, and when they found out that it was Wang Dagou, they removed the muzzle of their guns from him, still vigilantly facing the gate.

"I'm coming, get out of the way. Mike, carrying the operating box, rushed into the encirclement.

"Brother dog, take me to the room. Li Zitao raised his voice.

Wang Dagou strode into the human wall, picked up Li Zitao and ran upstairs like a fly, looking at his eyes vaguely.

Li Zitao just blinked, and Wang Dagou knew what to do.

"Everyone but Mike stayed outside the door. Putting Li Zitao on the bed, Wang Dagou took a look at the impatient Mike and pulled the door behind him.

"Has the murderer been found?" stood at the door like a door god, and Wang Dagou's huge body completely covered the entire door.

"Instructor Andrei has already taken someone. Someone replied.

"George and Hans are on their way, and Monk and Samod will join the search, call Grant, and set up a card to block Chicago, or we'll do it ourselves. ”

The killing intent on Wang Dagou's body was condensed like substance, which made everyone who looked at him instinctively lower their heads, and they didn't even have the courage to refute.

"Ciel, connect with Huang and ask him to tell Nuki the news of the boss attack. Hill is also Li Zitao's secretary, and he is shaking his shoulders and sobbing with his back to everyone.

"All the corridors and rooms are arranged and carefully controlled. As the chief instructor of the training camp, Wang Dagou's prestige is needless to say, and everyone spontaneously spreads around.

At this moment, in the room behind him, Mike stared at Li Zitao's chest with his eyes wide open, and the wound had been replaced by some hideous scars.

"Mike, my body is a little special, this matter needs to be kept secret, can you do it?" Li Zitao looked at him and asked calmly.

"Boom. "It's not special," Mike swallowed, "Boss, I'll keep it a secret, I promise." ”

"Well, I'll go out in 2 hours, if you're injured...... Let's just say that I am in a coma and have not yet passed the dangerous period. Li Zitao said calmly.

"Understood. Mike put away his toolbox and sat down on the couch blankly.

After a few moments, Mike suddenly got up, went to the trash can, found the bloody handkerchief and clothes, opened the toolbox, and wiped the surgical equipment with the bloody strips of cloth.

Then he spread out the tool belt and placed the scalpel and other scattered on it, "BOSS, I'll bandage you." ”

Wrapped gauze around Li Zitao's chest several times, then opened the alcohol and sprinkled it everywhere, and waited until the room was filled with alcohol and a faint smell of blood, and then Mike sat down with relief.

"It's almost time, don't forget this. Li Zitao pointed to the slightly deformed shrapnel in the iron box and said.

"Whew......" Mike nodded and got up, checked the room again to make sure there was nothing missing, and then opened the door.

"Mike, how's the boss?" Seeing Mike coming out of the room, his body was full of the pungent smell of alcohol, and his body was still stained with blood, Ben hurriedly rushed forward and asked.

"The bullet has been removed and the bleeding has stopped, but it still needs to be observed, the boss is currently in a coma and cannot be disturbed. Mike said expressionlessly, but the corners of his mouth twitched upwards at the thought of the situation in the room.

"Alright, everybody get on with what you're doing, here is me and Mike. After Wang Dagou finished speaking, he walked into the room with a short body.

"I want to see the boss. Ben said with some unease, looking at Wang Dagou's back with a wary gaze.

The life and death of the boss are unknown, he has no parents, a wife, and no heirs, and Wang Dagou does not let them meet, which seems very suspicious to me.

For the sake of wealth and status, the killing of fathers and brothers has never been uncommon in history, and some not-so-good associations have arisen.

"Brother Dog, let them in. In the room, Li Zitao heard the dispute outside the door, said something in a low voice, tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes and continued to 'play dead'. ’

"Don't make any noise, come in!" Wang Dagou opened the door and turned sideways to let Ben and Sanil, who had just returned from outside, in.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol and blood, Li Zitao on the bed was pale, his chest was wrapped in gauze, the table was full of surgical tools, and the trash can was full of blood-stained gauze.

In the small tin box next to the surgical equipment, among the shallow alcohol was a deformed shrapnel, and the blood of the shrapnel stained the alcohol a beautiful pink.

"How so?" said Sanille, choking up.

"Ben, all the work continues according to the original plan, and as for the safety of the boss and the pursuit of the murderer, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be responsible. "Wang Dagou also knows the importance of Ben.

It can be said that all the industries under Li Zitao's name, whether public or private, are through his hands, and the specific implementation is also responsible for the think tank.

So at this time, anyone can be chaotic, but they must not be chaotic, otherwise Li Zitao can only choose to suddenly 'cheat the corpse,' and miraculously restore a stable situation.

"Take care of the boss, the rest...... Leave it to me. Ben groaned and turned away.

Sanelle followed, looking at Li Zitao's gauze-covered body and pale face, she couldn't help but burst into tears and wanted to escape from the room quickly.

"Dog...... Charlie, are you really at ease with them?" After the two of them went out, Wang Dagou sat on the edge of the bed with a chair, just blocking Li Zitao's upper body and asked softly.

"I don't believe in other people, but I trust Ben a lot, and being able to keep my mind in front of interests is not something that anyone can do. ”

Li Zitao believes in Ben, and it is more correct to say that he believes that Ben will never act rashly until he gets the exact news of his death.

Ben is not only smart enough, but also a wise man who is patient enough to let reason prevail at all times, so he will make the right judgment when needed.

Ben, who returned to the think tank, was not calm, and seeing that everything was about to get on the right track, the boss with a huge capital was suddenly shot and seriously injured and fell into a coma.

I don't know if it's Ben's delusion, but sitting behind his desk, he suddenly noticed that everyone in the think tank was looking at him with an inexplicable halo.

Knock knock!

His fingers tapped on the table, and he looked at everyone as usual and said, "The boss is out of danger and is currently resting.

Just now, I had a brief communication with the BOSS, and all the plans continued to move forward, according to the original plan, and asked Beched to send the workers to various areas as soon as possible.

McDonald's investment is accelerating, and I want to see ...... by the end of the month"

Ben's brain turned his head quickly, forcing himself to remain absolutely calm and devote himself to his work, completely forgetting the fact that Li Zitao was seriously injured and unconscious.

Seeing that he was clearly organized and calmly commanded everything, everyone instinctively believed what he had just said: 'I had a brief communication with the boss. ’

Because Ben is so calm, there is no worry or concern in the slightest.

As for Sanille, women are always sentimental, and they have to cry when their fingers cut through a layer of skin, not to mention seeing the injured boss with their own eyes.

Didn't you see the other women in the think tank, just hearing the gunshots and the news that the boss was shot, they were already crying?

With this in mind, the previous impetuous atmosphere dissipated in an instant, and the think tank redevoted itself to the complicated and orderly work.

Only Sanille, who knew the 'truth', sat in his seat, looking at Ben with a solemn face and working as seriously as usual.

At this time, in front of the club in the street.

More than a dozen newspaper reporters who received the news flocked to the station, and when they saw the special guards with their hands under their trench coats and their eyes cold and merciless, blocking the entire street, the flashing lights 'snapped' endlessly.

"I'm a reporter for the Chicago Tribune, what is Charlie Lee's current situation, is it in danger, and is there anyone to inherit his property......

"I'm a reporter for the New York Times, may I ask if the shooting of Charlie Lee is related to the mysterious death of Luciano in New York, and whether there is ...... in the middle of this incident."

"I'm a reporter for the Los Angeles Times, may I ask if Charlie Lee made a will before his death, and whether the source of his wealth is legitimate?"

"I am ......"

"I am ............"

A group of reporters were afraid of the problem of chaos in the world, so that the bodyguards in charge of the blockade were eager to take out their Chicago typewriters and write a big 'death' word in their faces with bullets.