However, soon, no matter how different the guards' reactions were, the fate waiting for them was exactly the same.
Amidst the screams one after another, the guards fell down in the living room one after another.
They were all the same as the Jin family's father and son.
Black blood began to flow from their seven orifices, and the god of death ruthlessly began to deprive them of their survival. power to go down The bursts of screams and gunshots coming from the living room soon attracted more and more guards and housekeepers to pour in from outside.
When they saw the horrific scene in the living room, they hurriedly rushed in to relieve themselves.
Start rescuing people.
They don’t understand why everyone bleeds black blood and is dying, but the Jin family and his son are the core of country C, the aloof existence of country C.
As guards and servants of the housekeeper, no matter how scared or panicked they are, they must fight against it.
Go in and save people.
The chaotic scene not only appeared in the living room, but the entire Jin family's residence was completely chaotic.
The news quickly spread from the living room.
Even Marshal Jin Zhenhuan, who was waiting in the back living room, had already received the news and rushed out of the living room with his guards.
He looked calmly at the Jin family father and son who were lying on the ground dying, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes that ordinary people could not detect.
Just as he was about to rush into the living room to direct the rescue operation, something strange happened.
Change suddenly occurs again In the living room, when the rescuers who were helping the guards and the Jin family were about to leave, several people suddenly fell down without warning, and their seals began to turn black, and gradually began to leak out. black blood "Everyone, don't go in."
Jin Zhenhuan was so frightened when he saw this scene that he hurriedly reached out to stop all the other rescue workers who wanted to enter the living room.
He backed away and shouted, "This air is poisonous, everyone, please don't go in and die."
Hearing the marshal shouting these words, before the other rescue guards and servants could react, screams resounded from the living room again.
More than a dozen guards, servants of the housekeeper, and other people who had just entered the rescue fell to the ground.
The face that was vomiting blood showed a look of pain, rolling and twitching, and then gradually calmed down.
Soon, everyone in the entire living room became lifeless again, and there was a deathly silence.
Everyone outside the living room door turned pale, and no one entered the room after seeing this horrific scene.
Are you kidding?
Saving people is indeed important, but who dares to rush in without fear of death?
No one said a word, everyone stood there like nails, not daring to move.
The fear of death shocked them deeply Jin Zhenhuan watched the scene happening in the living room coldly, but his heart was filled with excitement and excitement.
He really didn't expect that the Jin family father and son would die in such a strange way in his own home, nor did he expect that he would get the news of the Jin family father and son's death by accident.
He is really grateful to Fan Wei now.
He is grateful that this guy not only does what he says, but also provides him with such a favorable opportunity.
Soon, Jin Zhenhuan turned his head and said to everyone behind him, "What happened today is of great importance.
The unexpected death of the great Kim Jong-guo will cause turmoil in the entire country.
If you don't want this country to fall apart, you must conceal this fact." .
From this moment on, no one is allowed to leave this mansion, otherwise they will be killed without mercy.
No one knows whether this terrible poison will spread, so the whole living room must be sealed off immediately.
Do you understand?
" Marshal Jin Zhenhuan's supreme majesty shocked everyone, and they all nodded to express their understanding.
At this time, he strode up to several of his confidants and directly began to order, "You should immediately contact the troops stationed in Pingcheng, quickly control the entire Pingcheng, seize all attempts to resist and pre-determined targets, and immediately send troops to take control of Pingcheng."
This mansion is surrounded and no one is allowed to enter or leave."
"Yes, I promise to complete the mission."
Several of Jin Zhenhuan's confidants immediately raised their chests and saluted heavily, and then quickly disappeared completely in the corridor.
Looking at the disappearing subordinates, Jin Zhenhuan couldn't help but glance at the bright moonlight outside the corridor window, with a faint sneer emerging from the corner of his mouth.
The sky in country C may finally change color.
Fan Wei was sitting comfortably on a chair, looking at the copy of the Rodong Sinmun newspaper that was just released today in his hand.
This newspaper is the official newspaper of country C.
It mostly talks about notices issued by state departments and some arrogant words.
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It was naturally impossible for him to take a second look in the past, but today, he had to keep his eyes on it.
On top of the news that takes up more than half of the page.
This piece of news is actually very brief, but it is destined to shock the whole world.
Kim Jong-kook, the supreme leader of Country C, died of a heart attack due to overwork two days ago at the age of 61.
When he saw this news, Fan Wei sighed heavily and shook his head bitterly.
Of course he knows that shit about being tired from work and shit about dying from a heart attack are all explanations to the outside world, just giving the dead guy the last bit of fame.
Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, he couldn't help but murmur, "What should come has finally come.
I know, Brother He, this is all your masterpiece.
You finally avenged the whole clan, and the He family avenged Revenge.
In fact, how much I don’t want you to die, but it’s a pity that I don’t have the ability to save you, and there is no way to save your life and avenge you.
Rest in peace, I will build it for you.
A big cemetery to enshrine you forever.”
Speaking to himself, Fan Wei glanced at the newspaper again.
When he saw the close-up of Jin Zhenhuan in the photo below with a heavy face as he stretched out his hand to vote, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "This guy Mingming was so happy that he killed the Jin family and his son.
He successfully controlled Pingcheng and the entire C country and became a well-deserved acting leader.
He only needs to spend this period of time when people miss the previous leader, and he will become the entire C country.
The core of the country, the supreme leader of the entire country C.
It seems that all of this is paving the way for his rise to success.
But it doesn't matter.
He and I each get what we need, and he and I become allies.
You will also get the maximum benefit, right?
But after this guy reaches the pinnacle of power, he doesn’t want to tear his face and make my ally worse.
I have to find a way to prevent this guy from burning bridges. " "Dong dong dong" Just as Fan Wei was deep in thought, someone knocked on the door.
Fan Wei turned around and said, "Please come in, the door is unlocked."
Soon, He Zhengxi, wearing a straight colonel's uniform, walked in from the door.
He saluted Fan Wei respectfully and said, "Mr.
Fan, Marshal Jin has arrived at the regiment headquarters.
Let me invite you to meet. " "Oh, it's here so soon."
Fan Wei showed a little surprise, but then he smiled and said, "I can't tell, your Marshal Jin is very efficient at work.
In just a few days, he was able to have his hands free to meet with me.
I thought he would have to wait at least two days.
Okay, you take me there, I also have a lot of things to talk about with Marshal Jin Zhenhuan. " Speaking of this, Fan Wei couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the trip to country C might be coming to an end soon.
But when you go to the Northeast, how many overt and covert fights and bloodshed are waiting for you?
But it doesn't matter.
To use Fan Wei's favorite saying, that is Let the storm come more violently: