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Chapter nine hundred and eighty second a name(2/2)

"Yes!" Ueno nodded wildly. Without waiting for the others to speak, one of them snatched all the cigarettes in their hands and crushed them, threw them out of the window, and turned around and smiled at Huai Shi.

“…”

Huai Shi shook her head and looked at her wife and daughter in the house.

The woman bent down respectfully and saluted: "Mr. Huai Shi."

"No need to be polite, Mrs. In the House." Huai Shi shook her head, "Where are others?"

The woman shook her head and looked at the ward behind her: "I just came out, but I haven't woken up yet."

"What do the doctors say?"

"You still need to observe, but you are lucky and save your life." The woman turned around and looked at her sleeping husband in the ward. Her eyes were a little red: "If it was delivered later, I'm afraid..."

"It's fine."

Huai Shi sighed and glanced at the embarrassed look in the house. After confirming that his life was alive, his originally slightly gloomy expression gradually calmed down.

In the end, I could only sigh helplessly.

"I have said it many times. When I'm so old, don't shoot small steel balls..."

No one responded, the old man smiled and begged for mercy as if he was still in front of him.

Huai Shi opened her mouth to say something, but for a long time, she said nothing.

Turn around and leave.

When he was standing at the entrance of the hospital, he saw the American vagabond squatting next to the fire hydrant.

"Not us!"

Lawrence raised his hands and showed his innocence: "The current part is responsible for Liu Dongli. Without his permission, no one dared to do anything."

"Who is that?" Huai Shi asked back.

"Uh..." Lawrence looked helpless: "We... can't we take the blame as soon as something happens, right?"

"What about that?"

Huai Shi knocked on the cigarette box coldly, and the lighter turned between his fingers: "Three people died, eight were injured. One street was hit by disaster because of this. A child lost his mother, and my subordinates were still lying in the hospital and were rescued...

Then, you came to tell me that we didn’t do it!

Lawrence, if you are not you, it must be someone else. If you don’t know, I can call Liu Dongli, anyway, I want a name."

He raised his eyes, looked at the man in front of him, and told him seriously:

"A name."

Looking at those dark eyes, Lawrence's neck began to get cold. After a moment of stunnedness, he sighed helplessly: "Give me some time, three hours."

"Half an hour."

Huai Shi said, "You can move quickly, I'll wait for you."

Before he finished speaking, Lawrence disappeared.

Twenty minutes later, the homeless man returned, a man who was already bloody and left the man in front of him.

It seemed that I couldn't feel the pain caused by breaking my limbs. The guy was still smiling foolishly, his eyes were blurred, immersed in some dreams.

"What's this?"

Huai Shi took her feet and turned the person on the ground, asking knowingly: "Canaan's local specialties?"

Lawrence sighed: "This is the guy who puts the bomb in the car, a lunatic who is crazy about taking drugs... he didn't run far away and was still giving his injections on the spot.

My brain is broken and I haven't asked anything."

"So what?" Huai Shi glanced at the watch: "You have nine minutes left, so you can keep it for a while. I have the patience."

Lawrence rolled his eyes, surrendered with both hands, and did not delay any further.
Chapter completed!
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