Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

For China, National Day is definitely a grand festival of national jubilation. Even after three days, people can't recover from complete relaxation to normal working state.

But across the Strait, there was no such happy atmosphere.

Just like the gatekeeper, Lin Wenhai, as usual, arrived at the unit at 6:30 p.m. to take over the work.

Lin Wenhai is 50 years old. He used to work in a shipyard, but he lost his job like many people because of the global economic recession in 1998.

After he got a one-time subsidy from his unit after unemployment, Lin Wenhai looked for jobs everywhere for the life of his family. He had worked as a stevedore at the wharf, selling clothes at roadside stalls, collecting rags and so on.

Don't think that the overall level here is higher than that in China. Everyone works eight hours a day, five days a week, like some TV shows. In their spare time, they go to coffee shops and seaside for leisure.

Those are just life on TV. There are many people like Lin Wenhai here - but few people like him can find a security job in this city.

The area is so large, there are so many jobs, but there are more and more people. It is good to have a fixed job, so Lin Wenhai cherishes this job.

As usual, Lin Wenhai took over the day shift and went around the unit with another security guard, Mr. Xu. He found that the lights were still on in the meeting room on the third floor and asked, "why, the leaders are still in a meeting tonight?"

"Almost? That's what happened two days ago. "

Xu shrugged his shoulders and muttered, "it's strange that the leaders are very busy these days, and there are many strangers coming and going. But why didn't you hear the news of increasing production?"

This unit is specialized in the production of fishing nets. The benefits are not so good all the time. However, it is good to be able to pay a fixed salary.

"Who knows."

Lin Wenhai looked at the BMW in the parking lot and said, "let's go and have a drink."

It is the mount of Ma Chenghai, the boss of the unit. It belongs to the object that the security guards focus on: if it is there, we should be more serious about our work attitude. If it is not, we will be more relaxed.

What Lin Wenhai said about drinking a cup is not drinking, but drinking tea.

Long night, can't sleep, only drink tea.

After a pot of tea, it was completely dark, and the lights in the meeting room on the third floor were even brighter.

"Tonight, it seems that boss Ma will have a meeting again until early morning."

Although he had been sleeping in vain for an afternoon, Lin Wenhai was still a little sleepy. When he raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned, he saw several people walking to the door of the gatehouse.

By the light, Lin Wenhai can see that these are three men in black suits. They are all in their 40s, with briefcases under their ribs. They are office workers at first sight, but there is no smile on their faces. It seems that they are asking for money.

"Well, what do you do?"

Xu, sitting at the door of the window, asked a man standing in front of the window.

"We are the national debt clearing The office is now ordered to come to Ma Chenghai to investigate a business last year. "

The man said and handed Lao Xu a black work permit.

Xu had never heard of the name of the debt clearing office. He took it and looked at his work permit several times before he formally said, "I'm sorry, boss Ma has already left work. If you want to find him, you'd better go to the place where he lives."

Obviously, boss Ma is still in the meeting room on the third floor. It's normal for Xu to say so. After all, it's one of the duties of the security guard to help the boss refuse such people to come in.

"We have investigated clearly before we come. Ma Chenghai is in the unit. Please cooperate with us."

Said the man, raising his hand.

There was a dark pistol in his hand.

Xu immediately silly, open mouth can not say a word, but learn from some scenes from the television, slowly raised his hands.

"Xu, what are you doing? It's like surrender."

Lin Wenhai, who didn't see the man with a gun in his hand, stood up somewhat puzzled. When the door of the gatehouse was pushed open, a black suit broke in over the iron fence.

Then, he finally understood why Xu had to raise his hand, because he also raised his hands. His eyes were full of fear, and he asked, "you, who are you?"

The answer to Lin Wenhai was a heavy blow.

There was a thunderous buzz in his head, and he collapsed to the ground, knowing nothing.

When Lin Wenhai woke up from the dark, he felt a splitting headache. The harsh sound of the siren seemed to be in his ear, whining.

Then, there was a lot of people's noise nearby, like a group of flies that had been startled. It was so buzzing that people couldn't hear what they were saying.

"Oh, why does it hurt so much?"After shaking his head, Lin Wenhai opened his eyes and raised his hand. When he was about to move his forehead, he heard a female voice saying, "please don't move. You are intravenous injection."

"What?"

Lin Wenhai's dazed eyes slowly focused, and then he saw a female nurse in white with a medicine bottle in her hand.

Behind the female nurse, he was familiar with the door of the unit.

There were a lot of people standing outside the gate, some with cameras around their necks. Like reporters, everyone stood behind a blue ribbon and looked at this side on tiptoe. Some people also said, "ah, it's lifted out, it's lifted out!"

Lin Wenhai knew that the ribbon, which blocked people, was called the cordon.

On this side of the cordon, four or five policemen were standing, and they were trying to persuade everyone to step back and not to cross the line.

Head ache, female nurses, the police, the police, the reporters outside the warning line, and a large number of onlookers. The sound of ambulances makes people feel headache. Lin Wenhai is no stranger to this scene, because he often sees it on TV.

In many TV dramas, whenever there is a terrorist attack or something, the scene will be like this.

But the key question is, this should happen on TV, or someone else. How could When Lin Wenhai thought of this place with astonishment on his face, he suddenly realized something. Regardless of the advice of the female nurse, he sat up and looked back. He saw a group of medical staff and police, carrying a lot of stretchers, coming out of the office building one after another.

On each stretcher, there was a man lying on it, but his body was covered with white cloth, his head was covered, and he was still motionless, so that his arm fell down.

Dead people.

The corner of Lin Wenhai's mouth jerked several times. His eyes were fixed on the dead man on one of the stretchers. On his arm that had lost its vitality, he wore a Rolex watch on his wrist.

In the whole unit, only one person wears such a watch, which is the boss Ma Chenghai.

The boss died. All 11 people in the meeting last night died. They were killed in the meeting room with pistols equipped with mufflers. After dawn this morning, the security guards who came to pick up the night shift found that both Xu and Lin Wenhai had fainted in the communication room. They rushed to the police and found the dead bodies in the meeting room.

Lin Wenhai only knows four of them (all of them belong to his unit). No matter how friendly the police are to ask him and Xu duo to think about it, they just can't get along with each other.

This is a homicide with bad influence. Eleven people were killed at one time, and all of them were shot dead. Lin Wenhai believes that this news will definitely stir up the whole country.

In fact, the murder of Ma Chenghai and other 11 people did not become the domestic explosive news as Lin Wenhai thought, because their death was only one of the people killed last night!

Last night, on the night when Lin Wenhai was knocked unconscious with a pistol, a total of six cases and a total of 39 people were killed in three cities in China!

These six cases were definitely targeted and premeditated.

In other words, the 39 people killed were killed by the same terrorist organization.

How many years has it been peaceful here in Baodao?

Under the wise leadership of the senior leaders, people have long been accustomed to the life of singing all night and finding nothing left. There is no oppression, no injustice, no unemployment Yes, it is just a peace that all countries in the world envy.

But why suddenly, the peace was suddenly broken by the death of 39 people?

Moreover, the most important thing is that at the press conference specially held for the 106 (October 6) murder, the spokesmen of the police and the government strictly condemned an unknown organization that night, and 14 people were killed like Ma Chenghai.

All of a sudden, the police were silent, the government was angry, and a large number of manpower were mobilized to launch a massive crackdown across the country.

However, it is a pity that for five consecutive nights after the 106 massacre, people were shot every night, more than a dozen or at least six.

Every night in a week, someone will be shot somewhere, all with one shot. The victims are either at home, on the road, or at work, and several are still at seaside resorts.

In all the surveillance videos at the scene of the crime, the murderer's shadow, even the appearance, is locked in: This is a group of men in black suits, all in about 40 days, ordinary appearance.

The police found out what they looked like, measured their height, weight, and even some obvious physical features - but the problem is, no matter how much manpower and material resources the police put in, they never found their whereabouts.

For a whole week, there were assassinations every night. All the police forces sent out, and even invited some experts from Interpol, but they never found those killers.

When the night comes, the God of death will follow. The fear of where to make waves tonight makes the people of the island extremely frightened. They dare not go to the streets any more and hide at home, strongly condemning the incompetence of the government and the police.A week long murder has completely disrupted people's normal life, not to mention at night. Even in the daytime, there are a lot less vehicles on the street.

Who can guarantee that there will be car bombs during the day?

It is too much to use these eight words to describe the current dignified atmosphere of Baodao.

However, just when the people of Baodao hide at home and use the Internet to strongly denounce the murderer's ferocity and the government's incompetence, a yacht in the coastal waters resounds with the sound of piano music.

A girl in a white gauze skirt was lying on the deck chair, holding a glass of red wine in her hand. She was absolutely perfect with two snow feet, which she casually put on the front table.

The faint starlight sprinkled on her face, as if reflecting a layer of gentle, peaceful holy light.