Chapter 65: Mixed

　　 There was a mess in the club. Ben ran down the second floor and shouted nervously: "Let the boss lie flat, block the gate and all exits... all spread out."
　　 More than 20 men spontaneously formed a circle, and the machine gun under the windbreaker was exposed, so it hung down blatantly on the legs, and looked coldly around.
　　 The others were all isolated, only Ben was put in: "BOSS, how are you feeling?"
　　 "No problem, I can hold it, when Mike will arrive." Li Zitao's voice was weak, but his face didn't look too bad.
The driver who pressed his wound with a handkerchief did not find that the humidity on the handkerchief had stopped changing.
　　 "Already on the road." Ben held his hand and said sadly.
　　In the eyes of any normal person, Li Zitao's situation at the moment can only be described as being at stake, with a shot in the middle of the chest, the chance of survival is too small.
　　Only Li Zitao would be painful and happy. He suddenly felt that the gun came too timely. Who would dare to trouble him if such a thing happened?
　　 "Lao Tzu's life is going to die, you still stare at me? Say, are you the gunman sent by you?" At this time, who dares to show his head, Li Zitao dare to fight desperately with the other party.
　　 And his outbreak is fully tenable. Anyone who almost loses his life will fall into a frenzy of madness.
　　 If he hadn't expressed it in any way, that would really make people worry that even his life could be left out. Li Zitao himself had to wonder if he had an important mission.
　　 "17 years old, it's just a young age, hey, this shot came so good." Li Zitao smiled secretly in his heart, some excitement caused the wound, so he couldn't help but groan.
　　 "BOSS, don't move, don't be excited, Mike will be here soon." With tearful comfort in her eyes, she turned around and roared: "Send someone to pick them up, FK."
　　哐……
　　 The door was suddenly knocked open, and the men around the adult wall raised the muzzle. When they found it was Wang Dagou, they moved the muzzle away from him, still facing the door alertly.
　　 "I'm here, let go." Mike carrying the operating box rushed into the enclosure.
　　 "Brother, take me to the room." Li Zitao raised his voice.
　　Wang Dagou strode into the wall, picked up Li Zitao and walked upstairs steadily, and looked at his eyes indistinctly.
　　Li Zitao just blinked, and Wang Dagou knew what to do.
　　 "Except Mike, everyone else stayed outside the door." Putting Li Zitao on the bed, Wang Dagou and impatient Mike greeted each other, and closed the door behind him.
　　 "Did the murderer find it?" Standing at the door like a door god, Wang Dagou's huge body completely covered the whole door.
　　 "Instructor Andre has already taken someone." Someone replied.
　　 "George and Hans are on the road, monk and Summer will also join the search, call Grant, set up a card to block Chicago, otherwise, we will come by ourselves."
　　 The killing intent of King Big Dog is condensed into substance, so that everyone who looks at it instinctively bows his head without even the courage to refute.
　　 "Hill, connect with Lao Huang and let him tell Nucky about the BOSS attack." Hill is also Li Zitao's secretary, shaking his shoulders with his back against everyone's shoulders, sobbing.
　　 "All corridors, rooms, and layout are tightly controlled." As the chief instructor of the training camp, Wang Dagou's prestige goes without saying, and everyone spontaneously spread around.
　　 Right now in the room behind him, Mike stared at his eyes, staring at Li Zitao’s chest with his mouth wide open. The wound had been replaced by some scary scars.
　　 "Mike, my body is a little special. This matter needs to be kept secret. Can you do it?" Li Zitao looked at him calmly and asked.
　　 "Goodong." This is more than special. Mike swallowed. "BOSS, I will keep it secret, I promise."
　　 "Well, go out after 2 hours, if I'm injured... I said I was in a coma and haven't passed the dangerous period." Li Zitao said calmly.
　　 "Understood." Mike put away his toolbox and sat blankly on the sofa.
　　 After a while, Mike suddenly got up, came to the trash bin to find the handkerchief and clothes, opened the toolbox, and wiped the surgical tools with the cloth strips.
　　 Then spread out the tool belt again, and scattered the scalpels on it, "BOSS, I'll bandage you."
　　 Wrapped around Li Zitao's chest several times with gauze, then opened the alcohol and sprinkled it around. When the room was full of alcohol and a light smell, 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.
　　 "Hoo..." Mike nodded and stood up, checking the room again to make sure there was nothing missing, and then opened the door.
　　 "Mike, how about BOSS?" Seeing Mike coming out of the room, his body was full of pungent alcohol smell, and his body was still stained with blood, Ben quickly rushed forward and asked.
"The bullet has been removed and the blood has stopped, but it still needs to be observed. BOSS is currently in a coma and cannot be disturbed." Mike said expressionlessly, but when he thought of the situation in the room, his mouth could not help. Jerking upwards.
　　 "Okay, everyone continues what you have in hand, here is Mike and me." Wang Dagou finished his speech and walked into the room shortly.
　　 "I want to see BOSS." Ben said with some uneasiness, looking at Wang Dagou's back with a vigilant look.
　　The life and death of BOSS is unknown, there are no parents, wives, and no heirs, and Wang Dagou does not let them meet, which is very suspicious in this regard.
　　 For the sake of wealth and status, the killing of brothers by fathers is not uncommon in history, and had some bad associations.
　　 "Brother, let them come in." In the room, Li Zitao heard the dispute outside the door and whispered, turned his head to the side, closed his eyes and continued to pretend to die. ’
　　 "Don't be noisy, come in!" Wang Dagou opened the door and turned sideways to let Ben and Sanil who had just returned from outside.
　　 The air was permeated with alcohol and smell. Li Zitao on the bed was pale, gauze wrapped around his chest, the table was covered with surgical tools, and the trash bin was filled with bloodied gauze.
　　 In the small iron box next to the surgical tools, a thin shrapnel of alcohol is a deformed shrapnel. The blood on the shrapnel dyes the alcohol into a beautiful pink.
　　 "How could this be?" Sanil choked back, suppressing his emotions.
　　 "Ben, all work continues according to the original plan, as for the safety of the BOSS and the pursuit of the murderer, SHIELD will be responsible." Wang Dagou also knows the importance of this book.
　　 It can be said that all industries under Li Zitao's name, whether public or private, are through his hands, and the specific implementation is also the responsibility of the think tank.
　　 So at this time, everyone can be messed up, but this must not be messed up, otherwise Li Zitao can only choose a sudden ‘framing,’ miraculous recovery to stabilize the situation.
　　 "Take care of the BOSS, and the rest... Leave it to me." Ben Shenyin turned and left.
　　 Sanil followed, looking at Li Zitao's gauze-wrapped body, her pale complexion, she couldn't help tears, and wanted to escape from the room quickly.
　　 "Dog... Charlie, do you really worry about them?" After the two went out, Wang Dagou asked in a soft chair, carrying a chair and sitting by the bed, just in front of Li Zitao's upper body.
　　 "I don't believe in others, but I trust in myself and can be sensible in the face of interests, not everyone can do it."
　　Li Zitao believes in Ben, and the more correct way of saying it is that he will never act rashly without receiving the exact news of his death.
　　 is not only smart enough, but also a wise man who is patient enough to always allow reason to prevail, so he will make the right judgment when he needs it.
　　 was not calm when he returned to the think tank. Seeing that everything was on the right track, the BOSS with huge capital was suddenly shot, seriously injured and fell into a coma.
　　I don't know if it's the illusion of Ben. He sitting at the desk suddenly realizes that everyone in the think tank looks at his own eyes, all blinking inexplicably.
　　 dong dong!
　　Finger struck on the table and looked at everyone as usual: "BOSS is out of danger and is currently resting.
　　 Just now, I had a brief exchange with BOSS. All plans continued to be carried out and implemented according to the original plan, allowing Bechtel to dispatch workers to the regions as soon as possible.
　　McDonald's investment to accelerate the pace, I want to see before the end of the month..."
Ben’s brain quickly turned his head, forcing himself to remain absolutely calm and devoting himself to work, completely forgetting the fact that Li Zitao was seriously injured and comatose~EbookFREE.me~ In everything, everyone instinctively believed what he just said:'There was a brief exchange with BOSS. ’
　　Because this performance is so calm, I can't see any worries and worries at all.
　　 As for Sanil, women are always sentimental, tearing their fingers through a layer of skin, let alone tears, not to mention seeing the injured BOSS in person.
　　 Did not see several other women in the think tank, just heard the news of gunshots and bullets in the boss, have you been crying?
　　 With this idea, some of the impetuous breath dissipated in an instant, and the think tank re-entered into the complicated and orderly work.
　　Only Sanil, who knows the "truth," sits in a position, and looks at the book with a complex face and a serious and usual work.
　　 At this time, in the street in front of the club.
　　A dozen newspaper reporters who received the news swarmed in. When they saw their hands under the windbreaker, their eyes were cold and ruthless, and the special guards who blocked the whole street, the flashing light ‘popped’ sounded endlessly.
　　 "I am a reporter from the Chicago Tribune, what is the current situation of Charlie Lee? Is it already in danger, is his property inherited..."
　　 "I am a reporter from the New York Times. May I ask whether the incident in which Charlie Lee was shot was related to the bizarre death of Luciano in New York? Is there something in between..."
　　 "I am a reporter from the Los Angeles Times. May I ask if Charlie Lee had a will before his death, and was the source of his property legal?"
"I'm……"
"I'm…………"
　　A group of reporters feared that the world would not be chaotic, so the bodyguards responsible for blocking the block would wish to take out the Chicago typewriter and write a big ‘death’ on their faces with bullets.