Chapter 3179 Can't do what you wish

Chen Long, who came back from the hospital for examination, dragged his injured foot back to the old-fashioned coffin shop when night fell. Although the Zhao family members arranged a special care unit for him in the hospital, Chen Long was willing to run back to the coffin shop for rest. He didn't want to have too much interaction with the Zhao family members.

It’s not that he resented the Hengmen’s children who injured his calves and chest, but that he no longer dared to underestimate the members of the Zhao family, worried that there would be clues between the two sides to get along, which would make Chen Long no longer have the chance of life. Therefore, he assured Zhao Heng that he would return to this coffin shop to rest after leaving the capital tomorrow.

The blood in the coffin shop had been wiped off, the broken coffin was cleaned up, and even the knife marks on the wall were repainted, and the blood in the air was covered by the smell of paint. In short, the coffin shop had almost returned to its original state, indicating Zhao Heng's apology and sincerity for the misunderstanding.

“It’s still comfortable here!”

Chen Long closed the coffin doors with his backhand, put the brazier on charcoal and lit it. Then he dragged his injured foot to sit down on the rocking chair. When his whole body was pressed against the soft blanket, he couldn't help but sigh, full of comfort and freedom: "I'm tired after two days of tossing,"

He said to himself: "It's time to have a good rest."

"Are you tired? Want to rest?"

Just as Chen Long leaned against the rocking chair and closed his eyes and pondered, a thick voice slowly came from a coffin. Chen Long subconsciously flashed a dagger to shoot, but soon stopped his idea of ​​taking action. He suddenly heard who made this low voice, and immediately raised his respect.

When Chen Long took back his dagger and got up from the chair, a pair of coffins suddenly split into pieces. An old man in black walked over from the middle, with his hands on his back and said lightly: "You are really tired, you really have to have a good rest. From the time you entered the door, it's a full three-minute and fifty-one second!"

"If you are not tired, you will not be able to find my existence?"

The visitor was Zhou Wuzi, who was elusive. He slowly walked to the flashing flames and looked at the comfortable old-fashioned rocking chair: "This coffin shop is one of the remaining properties of Zhou's family in Beijing. The place where we have few remaining footholds will be a place to change history in the future."

Zhou Wuzi sat down on the rocking chair, his voice not angry but powerful: "But even such a rare foothold, you have not paid full attention to it. You have also exposed it to Zhao Heng and the others' vision, causing obstacles to our future plans. Maybe Zhao Heng will discover something."

"Once Zhao Heng guessed the role of the coffin shop, all efforts in the past will be in vain!"

Hearing Zhou Wuzi's words, Chen Long couldn't help but touch the corner of his mouth, and then he struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "I'm sorry, I was wrong!" He did not argue that he was too tired and tired, nor did he flatter Zhou Wuzi's amazing skills. He knew that it was not what Zhou Wuzi wanted to hear.

The old man did not have any emotional ups and downs, but his voice was cold: "So you also understand what's going on. I thought you were spoiled by Zhou in recent years and were overwhelmed. You are really promising. You asked you to go to the capital to contact the Beijing Deathly Death, but you made the Gongyue incident!"

He slowly turned around, with a sharp look in his eyes: "I also pulled my elder brother into the whirlpool. I haven't taken any action for more than ten years. The one who killed Abe Ichiro. Fortunately, the Japanese people counted all hatred on Zhao Heng and the others, otherwise Zhou would have more trouble!"

"Even so, you were severely injured and almost couldn't come back!"

Zhou Wuzi leaned against the comfortable rocking chair, with his expression maintaining the majesty of the superior: "But I have never understood why you bewitched Abe's kidnapping Gongyue? The kidnapping Gongyue is not within our plan. Why did you have this incident? As a result, Abe's death base was exposed."

His eyes were sharper: "I asked you to come to the capital this time, not to let you commit suicide and set fire without authorization, but to activate Beiwujiang's dead loyalty and prepare for a future war of change. But you asked someone to tie Gong Yue up. What do you want to do? Tonight, you must give me an answer!"

He snorted coldly: "You should know that I hate the most indefinitely!"

Chen Long's body shook a lot, and then responded in a low voice: "Please calm down, please calm down. I have never defied your wishes. The reason I took action against Gong Yue was just because I felt that she could break the relationship between Nan Chan Buddha and Zhao Heng. I could see Nan Chan Buddha's strong love for her."

Chen Long coughed gently and told his thoughts: "I thought that if Nan Dian Buddha and Zhao Heng could turn against each other, there would be less resistance for us to enter the capital in the future. After all, Nan Dian Buddha is the police minister, who controls more than 2 million police forces and deprives him of Zhao Heng's camp."

"Even if the Buddha's name is neutral in the south, it will be a great news for us!"

Speaking of this, he also made his voice quiet: "Abe and Zhao Heng have a deep blood hatred. Give him a chance to kill Zhao Heng. He naturally enjoyed it. So he kidnapped Gongyue, Abe Ichiro, forty Japanese masters without hesitation, and added chips Gongyue."

Chenlong looked gloomy: "No matter whether they can kill Zhao Heng or not, as long as Gong Yue dies without water in the end, Zhao Heng will bear the responsibility of killing Gong Yue. After all, Abe Ichiro went for Zhao Heng. In Nan's heart of reciting Buddha's name, Zhao Heng must be responsible for his death!"

“Everything went well!”

A trace of regret flashed across Chen Long's face: "I just didn't expect that Zhao Heng would lock in this coffin shop and bite it to death. He didn't expect that Mr. Zhou would also get involved. I have no choice but to protect myself and to make the innocence of Zhou. I can only point out that the kidnapper is Ichiro Abe!"

Chenlong told all his actions: "I pretended to use relationships to lock down the whereabouts of Abe and the others. If I don't sacrifice Abe Ichiro, Mr. Zhou will personally investigate the whereabouts of the latter. At that time, a lot of people will be drawn out. I know I was wrong, which led to the mess now!"

He stood upright slightly: "I just hope that Mr. Zhou can live a few more days to participate in the change of the sky plan for my hard work, and let me witness this great historical moment. Then I will die without regrets. China owes me too much, and I want to watch it fall once!"

"You are still honest, and you didn't hide anything from me!"

Zhou Wuzi's face was still calm: "You are a painstaking effort, but you shouldn't have done things without hiding it from me. Forget it, although Abe, a capable ally, this time, we have not lost anything. At least it proves that Zhou's innocence is also a estrangement between Nan Chanting Buddha and Zhao Heng!"

When Chen Long showed a hint of shock, Zhou Wuzi added: "And Abe Ichiro's death made the whole of Japan boil. Now everyone wants Zhao Heng's life. Even the monsters of Old Tang Dao have come out to find Zhao Heng to seek justice!"

Chen Long was happy when he heard this, and then asked in a low voice: "Old Zhou, Gong Yue was rescued, unscathed. No one in the Southern Clan knew the identity of the attacker, and subconsciously regarded him as a master of the Zhao family. According to the principle, Nan chants Buddha's name, should be grateful to Zhao Heng for helping him, why is there still a gap?"

"Have you heard the story of that nail?"

Zhou Wuzi smiled at the corner of his mouth: "No matter how hard the nails nailed into the wall are, they will be traced! Although Nan Nian Buddha expressed his apology and gratitude to Zhao Heng, his anger towards Zhao Heng was like a nail hole in the wall, deeply imprinted in the hearts of the children of Hengmen."

He stood up swaying from the rocking chair, walked to the side and pinched a slender coffin nail, turned his fingers around, and presented the sharp light of the nail: "The Southern and Zhao family can never go back to the past. No matter how generous Zhao Heng is, the students of Hengmen will have a shadow in their hearts!"

Speaking of this, the old man glanced at Chen Long: "Don't play tricks anymore in the future. I have a sense of the relationship between the Southern Clan and the Zhao family. I have already buried a chess piece in the Southern Clan. The exposure of you and the coffin shop was probably what he did, not because he wanted to separate from me."

"But he hates the Japanese, and even more hates you to collude with the Japanese!"

Zhou Wuzi said lightly: "So he wants to kill you together!"

"flutter!"

When Chen Long subconsciously wanted to ask who the Southern chess piece was, Zhou Wuzi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his fingers suddenly bounced, and the nails in the coffin shot out like a meteor, directly piercing through the thick back door and splashing a stream of wood chips. At the same time, a stream of blood bloomed like a flash of cereal in the dark.

"Bang!"

When Chen Long flashed a dagger, the back door had broken and fell into a huge figure. He was wearing black clothes and a gun bag tied in his waist. His right hand was already pressed on the gun bag, but the nails that were buried in his chest made him unable to use the gun, and he could only fall to the ground and shake his pale cheeks.

Blood had dyed his chest red and was slowly flowing down his abdomen. Although the coffin nails did not kill him in one move, they also took away most of his life. Chen Long dragged his injured foot forward and pulled the mask off the other person's face. A rough and arrogant face emerged.

Chen Long narrowed his eyes: "Jia Lan?"

Zhou Wuzi waved his finger: "Kill him!"

"Who is that person?"

Jia Lan, who was gradually losing her vitality while covering her wounds, looked at Zhou Wuzi with a calm face and tried hard to squeeze out a sentence. With hope and reluctance, Zhou Wuzi curled a joke on the corner of her mouth, and looked at Jia Lan with both hands on her back and said, "I want to die with peace of mind? Sorry, I can't do it as you wish!"

"But today next year, someone will definitely tell you!"

He tilted his head slightly, and Chen Long raised his sword and fell!

"flutter!"

The blade penetrated into Jia Lan's throat!
Chapter completed!