The beauty god is forced to love every day

The dim room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the scarlet blood was crawling on the ground like a winding snake.

Feeling the vibration of his phone, the man opened it and took a look. He saw two simple and clear words: kill.

The man looked at the dying person beside him, a cruel smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly stood up.

Using the clip beside him, he lifted Wangyou's chin and said, "Vice President Wangyou, it's a pity. We have to say goodbye."

Upon hearing this, Wangyou lifted his heavy eyelids, took a look, took a breath, and his mouth was full of the taste of rust.

The voice was low and hoarse, "Go away."

The man's face changed, and he grabbed Wangyou's hair and forced her to look him in the eye. "Vice President Wangyou, are you being so stubborn?"

"I'll play with you myself."

He took the syringe from the table and pushed it gently. A little liquid came out of the needle tip. "This is the latest drug for forcing confessions on the market."

"Here is 3 mg. I've already given you 3 mg before, divided into three injections. Now I'll give you 3 mg at once."

"You have to hold on!"

As the needle pierced into Wangyou's body, Wangyou suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body began to twitch, and his pupils slowly dilated.

After a few seconds, there was no movement.

"Tsk! That's all!" The man sat on the chair and looked at it indifferently, "Go up and check it out."

The doctor nearby rushed forward to check. There was no breathing, the carotid artery could not be felt, the pupils were dilated, and there was no light reflex.

"Cardiac arrest, emergency treatment is required immediately."

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "Forget it, there's no need. Give him another 10% potassium chloride injection and leave it at the door of Yan's house."

The doctor looked at the potassium chloride in his hand with horror. Death row prisoners usually receive three injections, and the most lethal one is the third injection of potassium chloride.

The increase in potassium ions causes excessive myocardial relaxation and bradycardia, leading to heart failure and death within one minute.

The man is almost dead now. If he is given another injection of potassium chloride, he will be deader than dead.

The doctor's hands were shaking, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He was asked to kill someone...

The man was dissatisfied with the doctor's slowness, so he took the potassium chloride from his hand and kicked him away.

"waste."

Then he took the potassium chloride and walked towards Wangyou.

Suddenly, the door was slammed open with a bang. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. His hand was pierced by a bullet and bleeding.

Yan Qing was wearing a white shirt and black casual pants. Mu Tingxiao, who was wearing a black suit, stood next to him. People kept pouring in behind him.

The situation was under control in an instant.

The moment he saw Wangyou, Yan Qing's black eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the violent aura in his body could not be concealed.

Seeing this, Mu Tingxiao quickly shouted, "Xiao Er, hurry up, save them."

Xiao Er rushed forward to check, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately injected a shot of cardiac stimulant and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

"Brother, AED."

Xiaoyi handed over the defibrillator in his hand, and Xiaoer quickly performed electric shock defibrillation, and then immediately performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Over the next twenty minutes, fifteen cardiac stimulants were given, more than twenty defibrillations were performed, and cardiopulmonary resuscitation was performed more than two thousand times.

The straight line finally turned into a curve.

Everyone finally saw hope.

When Yan Qing saw this, the tense nerves finally relaxed, but the coldness in her eyes continued to emerge.

Wangyou's body was covered with wounds, there was not a single piece of healthy skin, even his face was cut, and the wounds were still bleeding.

There were syringes and various torture instruments all around him.

Mu Tingxiao ordered Xiaoyi to send the person to the hospital, and Xiaoer followed.

Soon, only Yan Qing, Mu Tingxiao and their subordinates were left in the room.

Yan Qing moved a chair over and sat in front of the man. "Bai Hua, a fugitive from Country F, who killed fifteen people in a row and then fled to Country A."

"Am i right?"

Bai Hua was forced to kneel on the ground, his arms were removed, and he was drooping on the soft couch. "You are right. It seems that the Yan family is not as clean as it seems."

Yan Qing stroked the ring on her ring finger and smiled nonchalantly, "Didn't Lu Chen tell you that the Yan family was the hidden dragon of the capital before?"

"But later the policy changed, and the Yan family turned from evil to good. But that doesn't mean they are tigers without claws, but rather the King of Hell who wants to take lives."

Bai Hua lowered his eyes and moved them slightly, thinking in his heart that he still had value and could impress the person in front of him.

Yan Qing looked at the torture instrument beside him. It was stained with bright red, all Wangyou's blood. This made him unable to control his urge to kill someone.

He reached out to grab the torture instrument, but was held by a big hand, "Qingqing, let me do it, don't dirty your hands."

Mu Tingxiao reached over Yan Qing's hand, picked up the boning knife, and turned it in his hand in a beautiful motion.

He looked at Yan Qing hesitantly, "Qing Qing, this is a bit cruel, why don't you just stop watching."

Yan Qing shook her head, "No need, I'm not a weak person."

Mu Tingxiao seemed to have anticipated this. The knife in his hand did not stop for a moment and fell on Bai Hua again and again.

At first Bai Hua was silent, but later she couldn't bear it anymore and started screaming in agony, so shrill and miserable that everyone could not help but tremble.

A weak voice sounded, "I said...I said...you can want to know anything."

Yan Qing looked at the message on his phone and said casually, "It's too late."

Then he stood up and said, "Zijing, don't let him die. Wait until Wangyou is well and then fight back."

Mu Tingxiao stopped what he was doing, slowly untied his watch, and began to clean the blood off his hands.

Yan Qing took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, then carefully wiped away the drop of blood that splashed on his face.

"Let's go back and settle the accounts."

"Okay." Mu Tingxiao responded with a smile and left with Yan Qing.

Zijing looked at Baihua who was cut into a bloody figure, and her stomach churned and she couldn't help shivering.

How cruel!

in the hospital.

Xiaoyi and Xiaoer were both waiting outside the emergency room. Although they had not had much interaction with Wangyou, during this year.

They still encounter this occasionally. Once they encountered an assassination attempt and it was Wangyou who stepped forward to help them resolve the situation.

Xiaoyi's company has cooperated with Yan's, and the two have met quite a few times. Wangyou gives people a feeling of gentleness, strength, and strategic planning.

But I never thought that one day...

Xiao Er leaned weakly on Xiao Yi, looking exhausted, "Brother, do you think he will be okay?"

Xiaoyi held Xiaoer's hand tightly, "It will be fine, you should go back and have some rest! You stayed up late last night, and this morning..."

When Xiao Er heard this, his face turned red, which was rare for him. He recalled the exciting scene in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He coughed lightly, "I'm fine..."

When Zijing came, he saw the two people standing close to each other, and immediately understood what was going on. He didn't expect it to be this kind of relationship.