Vol 3 Chapter 597: died

There was no source for this anger. He didn't know where he came from or where he was going.
镚 Zhao Gang 镚 was just angry, very angry.
He was angry that the bandits were about to die, and he was not angry to get more time.
He was angry that he could not rescue the bandits, and also why the man sitting in the center of the No. 1 head had to be whimsical.
Yes, Zhao Gangzhen thought that person was whimsical.
Because as long as there is a sunny side in this world, there will inevitably be a dark side.
If there is no shadow, how can we feel the existence of light?
However, the man, whimsically, wanted to erase this dark side, no matter whether it was impossible, he had violated the most fundamental way of yin and yang.
If this continues, the dark side will be suppressed excessively, and the contradictions will be excessively intensified. Then the whole society will inevitably go to an unpredictable extreme, and in this extreme, the people who are most affected are not those in power or bystanders like Zhao Gangzhang , But the ordinary people at the lowest level of society!
镚 Zhao Gang 想 fist bone pinch giggling.
Since you Zhao Shiyan is going to play big, that little master me, I really want to play with you!
帝 Li Dijun stood in front of the mirror, looking at the bandits in the mirror, expressionless.
Because he has a relationship with that person in the central government, he knows many things relatively comprehensively, so he already got the news from the central government as soon as he arrived in Beijing.
The leader of No. 1 is really playing this time. He has three ways to go.
Either surrender, or throw away everything now, or die.
的 The news from the central government is very simple and violent.
In fact, Xun always thought that he had a deep political background, because his boss was Mr. Lu in the center, but when Mr. Lu passed the news to himself, he found out that he had a so-called political background In front of Chief No. 1, in fact, farts are not.
What the No. 1 Chief wants is simple, either you surrender to me and use it for me, or you can be a rich man with peace of mind. If you want to continue to be your boss, you can only die.
I glanced at Azri, not far away.
日 Azran's face is not good-looking either, and he wants to get news equivalent to his own content.
By this time, many things were already clear.
Zhao Shiyan, the No. 1 leader, will begin to remediate the underground world of Shenzhou. The big brothers of these underground worlds will naturally become the first target.
了 The bandit died today, and it is likely that he will die tomorrow, the Inner Mongolia King ...
I was really depressed. He really couldn't understand why Zhao Shiyan had to remediate the underground world of Shenzhou, and it was a very large remediation. Looking at the posture, there was even a meaning to clear the underground world of Shenzhou. What benefits could Zhao Shiyan do in this way? Is it his own prestige?
He did not give an answer. It was not impossible for him to surrender. It depends on the degree of surrender, as it is now. Although he is under His Majesty Lu, he is a native emperor in YN. This is a good life. Very much, he wouldn't mind surrendering or surrendering. If Zhao Shiyan let him surrender all his things, he would definitely refuse, because these things are all he struggled for decades. If you say take away, take away It doesn't take people too seriously.
Based on the above considerations, 饕餮 is waiting for the central side to convey the message to himself.
Inner Mongolia's mood was just as uncomfortable as 饕餮.
Because he got the news too.
I also have three paths.
As one of the oldest forces in Divine China, King Inner Mongolia has more to do with his affairs, so he cannot give any answer immediately, and can only hope to send news from the central government.
The effect of tincture is fast.
The bandits' eyes, which were still open, closed for about a minute after the potion had been injected.
The undulations in his chest gradually flattened.
仪器 The device that detects the breath of life starts to sound an alarm.
The signs of life of the bandits are rapidly weakening and weakening.
三十 The 30th second of the first minute.
The bandit's breathing stopped.
After twenty-five seconds, the heart stopped beating.
The blood pressure of the bandit became 0, his head was naturally tilted aside, his tongue was exposed more than half of his lips, some saliva appeared from the corner of the mouth, and something was dripping from the bandit's body.
After the death of a cricket, the muscles quickly lose their vitality, and they can't even control their bowel movements.
Yes, the bandits are dead, and they are incontinent.
The next generation of heroes left the world in such a way.
Looking at the man who was still talking to him before, but now the man who is already weak and has no vitality was randomly inspected by several medical staff, Zhao Gangyin suddenly felt a sadness.
Regardless of whether you were a general with a million male soldiers in your lifetime, or a domineering hero, or a walking hawker, in fact, you are all the same in the face of death.
After examining the body of the bandit for a few minutes, the doctor finally determined that the bandit was dead.
Then, the medical staff on the side carried the bandit's body to a stretcher ~ EbookFREE.me ~, then covered it with a white cloth and pushed away from the room.
镚 Zhao Gangzhen followed the stretcher.
He didn't cry or anger, just looked at the bandits covered with white cloth.
Since there is no way to save him, he can only send him the last trip.
Because Zhu Yeqing was seriously injured, Lin Shuya presided over the youth gang in SH, and because of the special identity of the bandits, no relatives came to give the bandits a final trip.
镚 Zhao Gang 镚 naturally shouldered this responsibility.
Everyone is dead, I always need to take his ashes back!
Zhongnanhai.
"He still didn't come."
Wang Weiguo said to Zhao Shiyan.
"Because he knows, he's useless when he comes."
世 Zhao Shiyan's face showed a proud smile, "In front of the state machine, any individual or organization is a paper tiger."
Wang Weiguo sighed, shook his head, and seemed to be feeling something.
The body of the bandits was escorted by the transfer car and went to the crematorium.
It was necessary to carry out a final test again. The test was dead, but the doctor spoke, and the person was already dead. The so-called deceased person is large, and it is enough to send it to be cremated. Do n’t do anything meaningless. Already.
镚 Zhao Gangzhang followed several military vehicles and transported the bandits' bodies to the crematorium.
At this time, 饕餮 and the Inner Mongolia King did not follow, they each left the hospital and did not know where to go.