Meng Qing pushed Guo Long’s shoulder, pressing him down on the operating table: “Okay, lie still. I’m not here to kill you.” Then he bent down, pulling the doctor who had been hiding under the operating table, trembling in fear, and smiled: “You’re fine too. Finish the surgery for your patient. I give you ten minutes to complete it.”
The doctor performing the suturing for Guo Long had hidden under the bed at the sound of gunshots. Now seeing Meng Qing had no intention of harming anyone, he relaxed slightly. Although Meng Qing was smiling, the doctor didn’t dare disobey his request. He picked up another surgical forceps and continued suturing Guo Long’s leg wound, but nervous and under time pressure, the suture looked quite ugly.
Seeing the doctor cooperate, Meng Qing asked Guo Long: “Did you contact Sun Xingdong just now?”
Sun Xingdong was the second target of this mission, the chief of Longnan City Police Department, who provided protection allowing Guo Long to act with impunity in Longnan City.
Guo Long, unsure of this intruder’s identity, remained silent.
“Sun Xingdong is good at sending people to kill you,” Meng Qing said quickly. “Were you ambushed during today’s transaction? That was also Sun Xingdong’s doing.”
Guo Long gave a cold laugh: “What nonsense are you talking about? You’re too naive. Who exactly are you?”
Meng Qing knew he wouldn’t believe easily, so he took out a phone and made a call.
Guo Long coldly watched him, then suddenly heard his own phone ring. Picking it up, he saw the caller ID was “Lao Jun” – Xie Hui’s nickname. Guo Long looked at Meng Qing in confusion, pointing at the phone, “This is Lao Jun’s phone? How did it end up in your hands?”
Meng Qing hung up and pulled out a recording, indicating for Guo Long to listen.
Upon hearing Sun Xingdong’s voice in the recording, Guo Long’s expression changed.
“Lao Jun” shouldn’t know Sun Xingdong. He had always bought goods from Guo Long and sold them across Longjiang to Longbei. “Lao Jun” had always followed the rules, never crossing the Longjiang to his territory. But recently, some unfamiliar faces appeared in Longnan, selling drugs with purity and color almost identical to his own. Guo Long had suspected Xie Hui, but only thought he was trying to make extra profit under his nose, never imagining “Lao Jun” would directly contact Sun Xingdong behind his back.
The recording had Sun Xingdong asking: “Lao Jun, are you prepared for the transaction with Tu Long this time?”
“Everything’s ready. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely make sure he doesn’t come back.”
“It must be foolproof. And he must not know anything about my involvement.”
“Old Sun, rest assured. Tu Long won’t have a chance to return to Longnan City this time!”
This phone recording was edited by Meng Qing using Sun Xingdong’s calls and Lao Jun’s conversations. Guo Long naturally didn’t know this but found it hard to believe.
Lao Jun had indeed been in a shootout with him today. Although he verbally claimed no involvement, both the phone recording and the appearance of unfamiliar faces in Longnan proved Lao Jun wanted to eliminate him and take his place. But what Guo Long couldn’t understand was Sun Xingdong’s motive: “Why would he want Lao Jun to kill me?”
“Because you’ve taken too much,” Meng Qing said calmly.
Guo Long thought he understood and angrily said: “Damn it, I earn my business with my life. I, Tu Long, risk everything charging forward, not knowing when I might die, while he sits in the office, eating, drinking, making phone calls with a finger, and takes three percent. And he still thinks it’s not enough?!”
Meng Qing continued: “It was already not little, but Lao Jun promised to give five percent to Longnan City after taking over your territory.”
Guo Long was now furious, cursing these two as shameless, excitedly slapping the operating table beneath him. The doctor advised: “Calm down, I can’t suture if you keep moving like this.”
Meng Qing checked the time on his phone. “Two more minutes.”
Guo Long didn’t understand: “Why two more minutes?”
“Because you spoke with Sun Xingdong,” Meng Qing said calmly.
“Sun Xingdong doesn’t know where I am. He only knows I’m injured and hiding,” Guo Long said, then suddenly remembered something.
“Wait, he didn’t ask where. If Lao Sun really wanted to kill me, he would definitely try to trick out my location.”
He began suspiciously staring at Meng Qing. “Who are you? How do you know these things?”
Meng Qing smiled lightly: “A shooting occurred here, more than one shot. You fired two shots. Do you think no one around would hear and call the police? Besides, Sun Xingdong knows you’re injured. If I can find you, can’t he guess you’d come here for treatment? I’ve given ten minutes, which is already quite long. Sun Xingdong might already be downstairs to finish you off.”
Meng Qing looked at the time again, leisurely saying: “Fifty seconds left.”
Guo Long stared hard at Meng Qing. “Who are you?”
Meng Qing said sincerely and innocently: “I’m here to help you.”
At this moment, distant “woo woo” police sirens approached. Meng Qing laughed: “Looks like they’re a bit faster than I estimated.”
Guo Long could no longer ask Meng Qing anything, urgently rushing the doctor. The doctor, wanting this big trouble to leave, hastily finished the last suture, applied disinfectant gauze and tape, grabbed several boxes of antibiotics and blood-replenishing medicine, and handed them to Guo Long. He told Meng Qing: “His leg is still numb. He won’t be able to move this leg for at least half an hour.”
Meng Qing helplessly shrugged. “I already knew it would be like this…” and carried Guo Long on his back.
The doctor pointed to a small iron door in the corner of the operating room: “Go through there.”
After watching Meng Qing and Guo Long leave, the doctor walked out, saw Guo Long’s bodyguards lying scattered on the floor, thought for a moment, wrapped his hand in gauze, grabbed the gun from the ground, and violently struck his own head, instantly creating a wound. Blood flowed down his face onto his white coat.
The doctor looked in the mirror, nodded satisfactorily, and said to the middle-aged woman hiding under the reception desk: “You know what to say later, right?”
As Meng Qing left the “black clinic” and was about to go downstairs, Guo Long urgently said behind him: “Don’t go down, go up to the fifth floor. We can cross to the opposite building. That’s where I parked.”
Meng Qing privately assessed that Tu Long was not a dragon, but an old rabbit. He said: “This location is not bad.”
Meng Qing unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to open the door and get out of the car. Guo Long was secretly happy, thinking that as long as this mysterious person got out of the car, he would drive away.
Although his left leg was injured and had been given anesthetic, his right leg was fine, and driving wouldn’t be a problem.
Chapter 52 Drug Trafficking Group (5)
Unexpectedly, just as Meng Qing opened the car door, he immediately pulled back and quickly started the car, speeding away from the gas station.
Meng Qing buckled his seatbelt with one hand and said, “Someone is following us.”
Guo Long looked back and saw a black Range Rover about several dozen meters behind them, which looked very familiar. Damn, wasn’t this the same car he rode in this morning to the abandoned factory for the transaction? How could it be following them? This meant the people in the car were the ones who had ambushed them earlier. There should have been two attackers – one was a woman whose face he had seen, and the other whose face he had never seen clearly. Were they coming to kill him?
When he escaped the abandoned factory in the morning, he was certain he hadn’t been followed. So the only reasonable explanation was that these two people were now tracking him.
