Chapter 65 Mixed Joys and Sorrows

There was chaos in the club, Ben rushed down from the second floor, and shouted nervously: "Put the boss down, block the gate and all exits... spread out."

More than 20 subordinates spontaneously formed a circle, and the machine gun concealed under the windbreaker was exposed, hanging by the legs so blatantly, looking around coldly.

Everyone else was isolated, only Ben was let in: "Boss, how do you feel?"

"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 said with a sad face while holding his hand.

From any normal person's point of view, Li Zitao's current situation can only be described as critical. The chance of surviving a shot in the chest is too small.

Only Li Zitao felt pain and happiness. He suddenly felt that the shot came too timely. If such a thing happened, who would dare to trouble him?

"My life is about to die, and you still stare at me? Tell me, was the shooter sent by you?" At this time, whoever dares to stand up, Li Zitao dares to fight the other party.

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

In this way, if he didn't show the slightest sign, it would be really worrying, even his life could be ignored, and Li Zitao himself would doubt whether he had an important mission.

"17 years old, just the age of youth and vigor, hehe, this shot is so good." Li Zitao laughed secretly in his heart, and he touched the wound with some excitement, which made him groan.

"Boss, don't move, don't get excited, Mike will be here soon." Ben comforted with tears in his eyes, then turned his head and growled: "Send someone to pick them up, FK."

Bang...

The gate was suddenly knocked open, and the subordinates surrounding the crowd raised their guns. When they realized that it was Wang Dagou, they moved the guns away from him, and were still facing the gate vigilantly.

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

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

Wang Dagou strode into the human wall, carried Li Zitao in his arms and ran upstairs briskly, looking into his eyes vaguely.

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

"Except for Mike, everyone stays outside the door." Putting Li Zitao on the bed, Wang Dagou met the impatient Mike, and closed the door behind him.

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

"Instructor Andre has brought someone there." Someone replied.

"George and Hans are on their way. Monk and Summer will join the search. Call Grant and set up a card to block Chicago. Otherwise, we will do it ourselves."

The murderous intent on Wang Dagou's body was so solid that everyone who looked at him instinctively lowered his head, not even having the courage to refute.

"Hill, call Lao Huang and ask him to tell Nucky the news about the boss's attack." Hill was also Li Zitao's secretary, sobbing with his back to everyone, shaking his shoulders and covering his mouth.

"The layout of all corridors and rooms is strictly controlled by manpower." As the chief instructor of the training camp, Wang Dagou's prestige goes without saying, and everyone spontaneously spread out.

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

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

"Gudong." This is more than special, Mike swallowed, "Boss, I will keep it a secret, I promise."

"kindness,

Go out after 2 hours, if the injury is...let's say I'm in a coma, not out of danger yet. "Li Zitao said calmly.

"Understood." Mike put away the toolbox and sat on the sofa blankly.

After a while, Mike got up suddenly, went to the trash can and found bloody handkerchiefs and clothes, opened the tool box, and wiped the surgical tools all over with a cloth that smelled of blood.

Then he spread out the tool belt and scattered the scalpels on it, "Boss, I'll bandage it for you."

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

"Huh..." Mike nodded and got up, checked the room again, and opened the door after making sure there was nothing missing.

"Mike, how is the BOSS?" Seeing Mike coming out of the room, his body was full of pungent alcohol smell and stained with blood, Ben rushed forward and asked.

"The bullet has been taken out 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 when he thought of the situation in the room, the corners of his mouth couldn't help it. Twitch upward.

"Okay, everyone, continue with what you're doing. Mike and I are here." After Wang Dagou said plainly, he walked into the room shortly.

"I want to see the boss." Ben said a little worriedly, looking at Wang Dagou's back with vigilance.

The life and death of the BOSS is unknown, he has no parents, wife, and heirs, and Wang Dagou refuses to let them meet, which seems very suspicious to Ben.

For the sake of wealth and status, it has never been uncommon in history to kill fathers and brothers, which originally produced some bad associations.

"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." '

"Stop arguing, come in!" Wang Dagou opened the door, and let Ben and Saniel, who had just come back from the outside, come in sideways.

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

In the small iron box next to the surgical tools, there is a deformed shrapnel in the shallow alcohol, and the bloodshot belt of the shrapnel dyes the alcohol into a beautiful pink.

"How could this be?" Sanil suppressed her inner emotions and choked up.

"Ben, all work will continue according to the original plan. 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 properties under Li Zitao's name, whether public or private, are managed by him, and the specific execution is also in charge of the think tank.

So anyone can mess up at this time, but it must not be messy, otherwise Li Zitao can only choose to suddenly "cheat the corpse" and recover miraculously to stabilize the situation.

"Take care of the boss, and leave the rest... to me." Ben turned and left while pondering.

Sanil followed out, seeing Li Zitao's gauze-wrapped body and pale complexion, she couldn't help but burst into tears, and wanted to escape the room quickly.

"Dog... Charlie, are you really worried about them?" After the two went out, Wang Dagou moved a chair and sat by the bed, just blocking Li Zitao's upper body and asked softly.

"I don't trust other people, but I have great trust in myself. Being able to maintain reason in the face of interests is not something everyone can do."

Li Zitao believed in Ben, or more correctly, believed that Ben would never act rashly until he got 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 peaceful. Seeing that everything was about to go 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 was Ben's illusion, but sitting behind his desk, he suddenly realized that everyone in the think tank was looking at him with an inexplicable halo.

Boom!

Fingers tapped on the table, Ben looked at everyone with a normal face and said: "BOSS is out of danger and is currently resting.

Just now, I had a brief exchange with the BOSS, and all the plans continued to advance, and were implemented according to the original plan, so that Bechtel sent workers to various regions as soon as possible,

The investment and construction of McDonald's is accelerating, and I want to see it before the end of the month..."

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

Seeing him ordering everything clearly and calmly, everyone instinctively believed what he said just now: 'I had a short communication with the boss. '

Because Ben's performance was too calm, and he didn't see any worry or worry at all.

As for Sanil, women are always sentimental, and they would cry if their fingers scratched a layer of skin, let alone 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 impetuous atmosphere before dissipated in an instant, and the think tank returned to the complicated and orderly work.

Only Sanil, who knew the 'truth', sat on the seat, looking at Ben who was solemn and serious as usual with complicated eyes.

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

Reporters from more than a dozen newspapers who received the news flocked to them. When they saw the special guards with their hands under their windbreakers and their eyes cold and heartless, blocking the entire street, the flashes blared endlessly.

"I'm a reporter from the Chicago Tribune. May I ask what is Charlie Lee's current situation? Is it in danger? Is there anyone inheriting his property..."

"I'm a reporter from the New York Times. May I ask if the shooting of Charlie Lee is related to the bizarre death of Luciano in New York? Is there any..."

"I'm a reporter from the Los Angeles Times. May I ask whether Charlie Lee had a will before his death, and whether the source of his property is legal?"

"I am……"

"I am…………"

A group of reporters feared that the world would not be chaotic, and the bodyguards in charge of blocking the block wanted to take out their Chicago typewriters and write the word 'death' on their faces with bullets.