For many people, this is just an ordinary night.

But those Hanjiang company executives who were tied to the third floor would not think so.

Eight people.

Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were randomly thrown in the corner of the warehouse, leaning against the debris.

If there is a fire later, these debris will burn up, and none of them can escape.

Burial in the flames is a very painful way to die.

So after seeing Lu Wen, many of them looked excited, knowing that they were saved.

Their mouths were sealed, so they couldn't make a cry for help.

"These eight people all participated in the original plan for Desheng. In that plan, a total of 43 tourists were buried in the sea, and 19 others were left with lifelong disabilities." Wei Boan did not stop talking. Under the strumming.

This piano piece is very beautiful.

The soft moonlight shines in through the windows, giving this old building a touch of art.

Lu Wen suddenly realized a problem.

Wei Boyan didn't think about running away. He will be buried in the fire tonight, together with these Hanjiang executives, accompanied by the elegant piano sound.

If the Executive Board does not disclose, then the true identity of the wandering poet will become an eternal puzzle.

"Wei Boyan, have you given up?" Lu Wen asked loudly.

"I can't talk about giving up, I have done what I should do." Wei Boan replied.

"No, you still gave up. You have the right of a regional executive director. Knowing the unknown dark side of the world, you can better resist, but in the end you choose to stop at this place."

The piano music in Wei Boan's hands suddenly broke.

The flames spread from the first floor.

There is no gasoline in the stairwell, but Wei Boan seems to have an ignition device on the second floor.

So now from the outside, the first and second floors of this building are beginning to emit thick smoke, and the fire light illuminates the night seaside.

The temperature on the third floor began to rise gradually.

The eight Hanjiang company executives began to twist in despair, looking for a weapon that could cut the rope.

They thought that the arrival of Lu Wen and Feng Fugui meant that they were safe and sound, but now, the three people actually started talking.

The executive officer and the murderer actually knew each other.

This is a big trouble.

"Ding……"

Wei Boan pressed a black key and continued to play.

It seems that he did give up.

He has already taken care of the things that should be handled at the beginning, and now the only thing that needs to be done is to finish playing this soft piece in the firelight.

"Mr. Wei, can you listen to me." Feng Fugui slowly stepped forward, "Although I am old, I am still sensitive to current affairs. The world is on the verge of breaking, and you can deal with it in turbulence. Get rid of those who cannot be handled in peacetime.

Some people in this city, because of their interests, came together and shielded each other.

So Wei Boan did not fight.

This decayed society is like a crumbling tree, and digging out those worms is of no avail. It is only a matter of time before it collapses.

Even if the method of digging out the borers is too drastic, the existing order may collapse in advance.

The old executive went not far from the old piano.

Wei Boan did not stop him. From the perspective of physical stamina and reaction speed, Feng Fugui did not threaten Wei Boan at all.

"Chief Wei, I think Lu Wen thinks the same way, you leave this place with us, let the so-called wandering poet be buried in this fire, and you are still the chief executive of the tenth district."

Feng Fugui's remarks violated his principle as an executive officer.

Wei Boan was the murderer and the creator of the two prison fires. Many civilians died at the hands of those prison fugitives.

But this old man felt that the world needed people like Wei Boyan, so before retiring, he made this unruly decision. He wanted to release Wei Boyan and conceal the true identity of the wandering poet from the world.

Just as he was talking, a piece of burning confetti floated in from the outside window.

The scraps of paper fell on the waste paper box.

The third floor also started to burn.

Thick smoke slowly hovered in this not too big space.

"Ahem..."

Feng Fugui coughed twice, covering his nose and mouth.

He is old, his body is not too good, and the temperature at the scene is always high.

You can see that fine beads of sweat surfaced on his wrinkled forehead.

"Lu Wen, take Chief Feng out. He won't have a chance to leave if he doesn't leave." Wei Boan turned his head and said to Lu Wen at the top of the stairs.

He is not worried about Lu Wen's safety.

With Lu Wen's physical strength, crossing the sea of ​​fire in the short term is not a problem at all.

And here is only the height of the third floor, Lu Wen can jump down completely.

Lu Wen frowned.

He thought in his heart.

[Would you like to knock Wei Boan unconscious and take it out]

This question circulated in his heart for a long time.

However, the situation at the scene did not give him much time.

Lu Wen moved forward slowly, preparing to launch an attack on Wei Boyan.

Wei Boan's fighting ability is very strong, and his physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people, so he must be fast and knock him out before he can react.

Then Lu Wen just walked forward two steps, and the innermost debris pile on the third floor changed.

A senior official broke the rope unexpectedly.

The flames spread rapidly on the clothes of that high-rise building. He found a shotgun from the corner of the warehouse, pulled off the seal on his mouth, with a hideous face, and pointed the muzzle at Wei Boan.

"Give me all to die!"

Wei Boan miscalculated.

Since it was the last time, he did not carefully inspect the scene.

But he did not take any action, accepting the arrival of death calmly.

Lu Wen quickly drew his gun and fired it almost instantly.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Two gunshots echoed in the space on the third floor.

The fire is getting higher and higher.

There was gasoline in the pile of debris, and the fire quickly spread to the executives of Hanjiang. Their mouths were blocked, and they couldn't even make a scream.

The executive holding a shotgun slowly fell into the flames, with a hole in the center of his eyebrows.

Wei Boan was not dead.

Feng Fugui stood in front of him.

The old executive covered the wound in front of him, the blood flow continued, and he fell slowly.

"Sir Feng!"

Lu Wen quickly rushed forward to check Feng Fugui's injuries.

Quite serious.

That kind of homemade shotgun can cause serious damage in the body.

Wei Boyan obviously didn't expect Feng Fugui to stand in front of him.

Before he left the piano, he slowly squatted down, looking at the old man lying on the ground, without saying a word.

Feng Fugui's breath is very weak.

The flames rose all around, reflecting his old face.

"Chief Wei..."

The old executive tremblingly raised his dry hand.

Wei Boan held it firmly.

"You and Lu Wen leave here and tell everyone that I am the wandering poet."

Maybe it's pain.

Or the passing of life.

The old man's voice is very weak and lacks breath.

"I have lived for a long time, and if I live, I won't have any value in this world. Unlike you, you can do a lot and you shouldn't die in this place."

The flames shone in his muddy eyes.

I heard that before dying, people can think of all their experiences in this life.

He saw how young and immature he was when he first joined the Executive Board.

Memories are walking on the scale of the years~lightnovelpub.net~ Those past satisfactions and regrets seem to be a vague slide show slowly in the long river of years.

No one can stay young.

He shaved off his youthful beard by the sea.

The sea breeze travels through the short black and white hair.

The familiar Fool's Wharf sounded in his ears, which was his favorite song.

This soothing love song accompanies it in the past.

He remembered the first time he arrested a criminal, received his salary for the first time, and invited his favorite girl to dinner for the first time... It seemed that someone was standing at the end of the years and beckoning him gently.

"Those crimes need someone to bear, let me do it."

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