"What a pity!"
Wang Chao closed his eyes deeply and sighed for a long time, as if he wanted to let out all the anger in his chest. The gunshots stopped, and then there was a bang, and the middle-aged man fell in the cornfield. His palm was only an inch away from grabbing Zhu Jia's toes, but he had no strength left. This inch of distance was as far away as the ends of the earth.
Zhu Jia's face was pale, and his towering chest and abdomen were heaving violently. It took him several minutes to calm down. He took several steps back, and after he stood still, he forced a smile and said something that even he himself found inexplicable: "It takes a long time to practice shooting to be accurate, and the hand must be steady, and you must be calm when shooting, so that you can be accurate. If I hadn't practiced shooting for a long time, I would have missed this time. I didn't expect that people who practice martial arts are so powerful. They were hit by so many bullets and fell to my side." Wang Chao only said one word, "It's a pity", and didn't speak again. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man below. He found that he was crawling forward, raising his head, and his eyes were still open. Sighing again, Wang Chao slowly squatted down, stroked his face to help him close his eyes, and at the same time calmed his intense mood. Wang Chao's words "It's a pity" contained two meanings. One is that the middle-aged man's boxing skills are very strong. If it was a formal competition, he would definitely not be his opponent. Even if they were fighting just now, if the opponent calmed down, within ten minutes, because of the intense exercise, the breath in his body was boiling, and he couldn't close his pores, and he would lose his breath in the end and couldn't hold on.
Although Zhu Jia came to save him once, he was a rare master after all. He had been practicing boxing for two years and had experienced many fights, but he had never been as exciting and tense as today. Although it was thrilling, it was fun after all. The opponent suddenly died under the gun, and he felt very disappointed and regretful.
There was another reason for regret, that is, the money in the two black suitcases. Before Zhu Jia came, Wang Chao could find a way to take it for himself, but once Zhu Jia appeared, it would be difficult to deal with.
Unless Wang Chao suddenly had evil thoughts now, he killed people to silence them and took the money. But it was unrealistic to think about it. Not to mention that the police behind him would come at any time, and if Zhu Jia had problems, even if it was not Wang Chao who did it, he would have to bear the consequences of inadequate protection.
After watching this gunfight, Wang Chao knew how powerful it was and didn't want to kill people for money.
Although her heartbeat accelerated at that moment, she still calmed down by squatting down to help the middle-aged man close his eyes.
At this time, Zhu Jia also found the suitcases scattered in the cornfield. It would be fine if she didn't look at them, but she was surprised when she saw them. Wang Chao didn't know the euro, but she did. Each of these piles of money was a large denomination of 500 yuan, which was equivalent to 4,000 to 5,000 yuan per RMB. There was no telling how much money there was in these two boxes.
"I always thought that people who treat money as dirt only exist in books and TV. I didn't expect that there are such people in reality!"
Although Zhu Jia had seen a lot of money, she was also stimulated by so many large denominations of euros. However, she saw that Wang Chao didn't even look at the money on the ground, but helped the dead opponent close his eyes. She couldn't help but feel a sense of height in her heart.
But she didn't expect that Wang Chao didn't know the euro, and the action just now was to calm his emotions and slight evil thoughts.
"Ahem...Okay, stop sighing." Zhu Jia calmed down and found that his voice was a little out of tune, so he cleared his throat with a cough, "This is also the first time I shoot someone with a gun. I have only shot targets many times before. I also saw your fight with him just now. Alas! I don't want a master to die under the gun. I understand your feelings." Wang Chao's sigh just now was very emotional, revealing deep regret and sympathy. Zhu Jia is a reporter and has dealt with many people. He immediately understood the meaning contained in Wang Chao's sigh. After calming down all the emotions in his heart, Wang Chao's mind became lively again. In front of Zhu Jia, he never looked at the money scattered on the ground. "It is a kind of sadness for a boxing master, whether good or evil, to die under the gun. Back then, Bagua Sect Master Cheng Tinghua was like this, and Xingyi Sect Master Xue Dian was also like this." Wang Chao's tone revealed a deep sadness. This was not a performance in front of Zhu Jia, but a natural expression of his heart after he saw the power of gun battles and firearms. Cheng Tinghua of Bagua School died under the guns of the Eight-Nation Alliance. He was a great hero.
Xue Dian, the master of Xingyi School, was Shang Yunxiang's junior brother. He was the director of Tianjin Guoshu Museum in the Republic of China. His martial arts reached the realm of magic, and he wrote books to promote Guoshu. Unfortunately, he was shot by the People's Government during the liberation.
This is what Wang Chao read in the history of Guoshu. He always has a feeling that people who practice boxing must die by boxing, not by guns.
This is the first time Zhu Jia shot someone to death. Although he knew that he would not be held legally responsible, he killed a life with his own hands after all. He was excited and could not help but merge into Wang Chao's emotions.
He stepped forward and patted Wang Chao's shoulder. Just when he was about to think of words to comfort him, his feet suddenly softened, "Ouch!"
Wang Chao hurriedly held him: "What's wrong?"
"I was running hard just now and accidentally twisted my foot!" Zhu Jia's pretty face showed a trace of pain.
"Then I'll help you go back."
"But what about the money?"
"Tell the police and let them handle it." Wang Chao said calmly. At this time, he is no longer the young man who was willing to kill for 100,000 yuan last year. After a year of training and social experience, he has learned the pros and cons.
"Yeah." Zhu Jia nodded, looked at the body of the middle-aged man on the ground, and shuddered all over, "Let's go quickly."
Wang Chao had just helped Zhu Jia up and walked a few steps, and immediately there was a rustling sound in front of the cornfield, and then Cao Yi and several special police appeared in front of them.
Cao Yi was stunned when he saw Wang Chao and Zhu Jia, and immediately said with concern: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I just sprained my leg. The felon in front was shot and seemed to have taken a lot of stolen money. Go search!" Zhu Jia said.
Cao Yi immediately winked, and several special police rushed over.
"Yes, we just counted the number of people. The one who ran away is Lin Lijun. He and his brother Lin Liqiang are both the main figures of Singapore Chen Group in Southeast Asia and are fighting masters. This time we came to open up the mainland market, meet in person to trade drugs, sign a plan, and transfer money through the account after establishing trust. We have been preparing for this case for more than a year, and the transaction amount is huge. The first transaction was tens of millions, and it was a euro transaction. We did not find any stolen money in the factory. Obviously, this Lin Lijun escaped. I didn't expect him to be shot. This time we all made a great contribution." Cao Yi's words made Wang Chao a little frightened. He didn't expect the police to check everything clearly. Fortunately, he didn't want to swallow the money. "How are my reporters?" Zhu Jia asked. "One was shot in the arm, but the injury is not serious. He has been sent to the hospital." "That's good!" Zhu Jia nodded, showing a tired look, "I was tired just now and wanted to go home to rest. You take me home." The last sentence was naturally said to Wang Chao. Cao Yi nodded to Wang Chao, showing a satisfied look, and whispered as Wang Chao passed by: "You did a good job this time. I will take care of your business. I will tell you the details tomorrow." Wang Chao raised his eyebrows with a smile, but did not speak.