The killer's finger had already tugged at the wrench, but at the same time, a slanted man who had stabbed him in the face.

The gun he fired was also missed.In the ear wheel, the wall on the head of the old man, with an even more shocking bullet hole.The bullet almost flew over the old man’s scalp.

The hit-and-down killer scrambled to get up, fixed-eyed, hit him on the body of his companion, but at this time his companion's eyes were open, the throat was blood-red, the chest of the white shirt are dyed dark red, where there is a little breath.

He took a cold breath and looked up subconsciously outside the ward, he saw no one, only a dark shadow sweeping through the past.He instinctively raised his arms and stood in front of him.

Hush!

Wu Duhuan swept over one foot blocked by the killer with his arm, the latter feet pressed to the ground, slipped back, until the back hit the wall next to the window sill to stop.

He gritted his teeth, roared, and raised his gun to shoot.Wu Xuanqiang stepped forward, clasped his gun in one hand, and suddenly stepped up.

Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

All two bullets fired from the chamber were fired at the canopy.The killer also reacted quickly, and the other hand clenched into fists, pointing to Wu Doh-hwan's cheeks and beat him hard.

Wu Duhuan sideways to avoid, taking advantage of the killer's fist gap, shot like electricity, his hand's wrist also buckled.Wu Duhuan's hands were dead and buckled the killer's hands, and the four hands of the two could not be used, and in the midst of each other's strength, they also kept rolling on the ground.

Ooh, pooh, pooh!The pistol, which was fitted with a silencer, was fired incessantly, and the bullets that flew out were occasionally hitting the walls of the ward.

In terms of strength, Wu Duhuan is really inferior to this killer, and the other side still holds a pistol, he dare not release the other side's wrist, can only harden and continue to work with the other side.

Gradually, the killer occupied the upper hand, he pressed on Wu Doh-hwan's body, the gunman's hand fully, slowly aimed the gun at Wu Doh-hwan's head.

Wu was about to let go of the other hand, ready to take the gun with all his might, suddenly, he listened to a sultry sound, and the killer body pressed on Wu Chao's body suddenly shook, and the scarlet blood slowly flowed down his head.

It turned out that Jefferson, who had just sat on the hospital bed, had already fallen to the ground, and used the bracket hanging bottle as a stick, and the old man's bracket smashed on the head of the killer.

Taking advantage of the gap of the other party's sharp efforts, Wu, who was pressed below by the killer, pushed the killer down from his body, and then he turned over, riding on the killer's body, holding the killer's head with his hands, and slammed two times to the ground.

These two blows, so that the killer completely lost the will, only to see the killer eyes white, eyes scattered, people have been in a semi-conscious state.

Wu Yuhuan jumped up from the ground, walked quickly to the hospital bed, tore off the above sheet two, and then tied the killer's hands and feet to death.

After all this, Wu Yuhuan was already exhausted breathless, sitting directly to the ground, hanging his head, sweat beads along the tip of his nose and chin, dripping down the flow.

There have been several months since the rebirth, after these days of exercise, Wu Dohuan's explosive power is very strong, but there is no long-term effort, to say that it is to die of addiction, continue to burst for two or three minutes, and then can only be slaughtered.

Jefferson sat on the ground curiously, sweating Wu Yuhuan, after a while, feeling that Wu Duhuan had eased some, he asked curiously: "Young man, do you know who I am?"

Wu slowly looked up, looked at Jefferson, his head tugged on again, and said, "Everson, Crest Jefferson, founder of CJ Media."

Are you not sick?But you can see the current way of the dragon and tiger, it seems that you are not in danger.He whispered in his heart again.

“Why did you save me?”Jefferson asked curiously.In his eyes, Wu was just a child with oriental faces.

“Because the CJ Group has a daily observer.”

“Ha?”The old man didn’t expect to get that answer.How much do you love the Daily Observer that can risk your life to save me?

Wu breathed a sigh of relief, looked up, and said word for word: "Christopher is a good man."

Hearing the name Christopher, Jefferson’s face flashed with a look of surprise.

Christopher had been a reporter for the Daily Observer, but that was more than twenty years ago, and over the years, Jefferson had rarely heard Christopher's name mentioned, and in terms of Wu's age, he and Christopher were not at the same time at all, and when Christopher died, he might not have been born yet!

More than 20 years ago, the Daily Observer made a special report on the subject of African child soldiers.At that time, Christopher, who worked as a reporter for the Daily Observer, personally went to the African continent to track and report on the child soldiers who lived there, wrote a lot of things, and also took a lot of photos, causing a lot of sensation in Europe and the United States.

Later, during a fierce battle between child soldiers and the local government army, Christopher was shot and killed.In honor of Christopher, CJ Media has also funded a film about African child soldiers.

In Europe and the United States, the self-deprecating center of world civilization, there are many reports about child soldiers, but they can really go deep into the child soldiers, eat together with the child soldiers, live together, live together, and Christopher is one of the few, so his life report is also the most profound and shocking.

Wu Yueken saved Jefferson because he was the boss of the Daily Observer and the boss of Christopher.

The old man's face was so strange that he nodded and said with certainty, "Christopher is a good man!"A little later, he said, "I can't believe that a young man of your age will even know Christopher."

"I will not forget."Christopher reported the child soldier, that is the real child soldier, he also let more people know that there is such a group of children in the world with guns and guns every day.

No one in the world can really do the hard heart, can completely abandon all the seven passions and six desires, Wu Duhuan is naturally no exception, his heart also has the softest corner, that is, children.

For Christopher, who really wants to save the child soldier and wants to help the child soldier, he also has the respect and love in his heart, so he can save Christopher's boss, in order to make the Daily Observer continue to do it, he will fight with the killer.

Wu Yuhuan's physical exertion was fast, and he recovered quickly, sitting on the ground for a rest, and he stood up with his hand on the wall and said, "The newspaper says that Mr. Jefferson is in critical condition."

Jefferson said, "It's all rumors, I'm just unwell, I'm in the hospital for a few days, and I'm out of the hospital in a few days."

Oh?This is big news!Wu looked at him with a smile, and then said without a deep intention: "Marrying a young and beautiful wife is not necessarily a good thing, a lot of age, or pay attention to the good of the body."

Jefferson and his wife was forty years old, when they married, caused a sensation in Europe, now the old man has more than 80, his wife is more than 40 years old, often appear in the media, more like a star.

The old man was amused by his words, just about to speak, and at this time, he heard a loud noise, the door of the ward was vigorously knocked open, and a group of black-clad men rushed in from outside, without exception, and people held pistols in their hands.

After seeing Wu Duxiang, the black people first stood still, and then brushed the gun in their hands, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Wu Duhuan.At the same time, there was a sudden siren outside the window.

Jefferson looked at the black people in his eyes with displeasure and said, "Put the guns down, this young man saved me!"

Hearing that the black people quickly took the gun back in their hands and asked, “Sir, are you okay?”

“When you come to save me, I’ll die!”Jefferson was the founder of the CJ Media Empire and a family member, and the old man was not a good temper.

He turned to the killer's body, Nunu's mouth, and said, "Let the police come up and clean them."

Wu Qiaohuan knocked on his forehead and stepped outside.

The old man’s eyes were sharp and asked, “Young man, where are you going?”

"Of course I'm back in my room."Wu played the sick suit of the bullet.

“But you saved me!”The old man said meaningfully.He did not believe that anyone could help him for no reason, and everyone who helped him wanted to gain from him.

Wu shrugged his shoulders and said, "As I said just now, I saved you, not because you were Jefferson, but because you were the boss of the Daily Observer."I don’t find much in my conscience.Also, seeing that you are safe is the biggest reward for me.

The news of Jefferson's hospitalization was sealed to death, and it was not clear how his condition was, and even the nurses in the hospital did not know his specific situation.

"And," said Wu, laughing at Jefferson, "I don't want to be famous."

Jefferson was assassinated, he, the Chinese, saved him, and once the news spread, he could not guess that the next day the headlines in the British newspaper were all his.

Or that sentence, the gun hit the head of the bird, dare to assassinate Jefferson's black hand, certainly not simple, if the muzzle is turned against him, it will be a very troublesome thing.

Wu Duhuan is most afraid of trouble, and what he is best at protecting himself.

Jefferson had long since been alive, and he nodded in a straight spot and asked, “Young man, which ward do you live in?”

“Sixty-five.”

"Well, I know."Jefferson nodded and waved to the black men who were blocking the housing door, motioning them to let Wu go.

Wu Duhuan quickly returned to his ward, took out his mobile phone for the first time, and called Mike.After a while, the phone was connected, and in the microphone came Mike Xuan couldn’t say, “Hello?”

“Mike, it’s me!”

“Mr. Wu?”

"Tomorrow, I need to borrow your name and open an account at the stock trading center in London."

“Mr. Wu wants to fend off?”

“Hmm.”

“Well, please, Mr. Wu, is he going to buy that stock?”

“The CJ Media.”