Chapter 449

"And the other half?" Cao Ping asked he Shouguang.

And he Shouguang pointed to his heart with his finger.

When he Shouguang said that half of the things were in the cupboard, people in black had already laid hands on the cupboard. They roughly and carefully disassembled the iron cabinet bit by bit and carefully searched for the whereabouts of the keepsake.

He Shouguang also left Cao Shi's body at this time. Cao Ping didn't go to see his men dismantle the iron cabinet, but kept staring at he Shouguang. At this time, two men came to help Cao Shi and picked up the fingers that fell from the ground.

"Can't you believe me?" He Shouguang asked with a smile.

Cao Ping shook his head.

"You wonder, how do I hide things here?" He Shouguang pointed to his heart and asked.

This time, Cao Ping nodded. It's not a smart chip that can be implanted into the human body. It's unimaginable to hide it in the human body.

"Shall I prepare you for the operation?" Cao Ping asked. If he Shouguang really hid the half keepsake in his body, he could only take it out through an operation. Although he Shouguang looks lively and doesn't look like an old man, his body is still the body of a centenarian after all. Can a man of this age really resist an operation?

Sure enough, he Shouguang shook his head. He was not going to use the operation.

"I promised to give you the keepsake. Of course I can't keep you waiting." He continued, and then he began to unbutton his coat.

Cao Ping looked at he Shouguang's action, and now he slowly frowned. He had guessed what he Shouguang was going to do.

"Master, think twice." Cao Ping just said four words.

He Shouguang has untied all the buttons of his coat. He did not respond to Cao Ping's words because he is not a woman. He Shouguang will never linger when he says he wants to give the keepsake to the other party.

In front of Cao Ping, he Shouguang shows his chest. At the position of his heart, two long stitched wounds crisscross into an "X" shape. If he Shouguang really hid half of the keepsake in his body, there is no doubt that it is under these two wounds.

He Shouguang had already pressed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand to the place where the two wounds crisscrossed. Cao Ping frowned and closed his eyes.

"Boy, do you have the confidence to destroy the Cao family?" He Shouguang's voice suddenly rang out, "that's something that even I can't do!"

Cao Ping opened his eyes, two people four eyes opposite. He could feel the will in the old man's eyes.

With a Shua, Cao Ping unfolded the folding fan in his hand, revealing the four words "Qi swallowing mountains and rivers" on the fan, and then nodded to he Shouguang.

Puyi - after Cao Ping nodded, he Shouguang's two fingers immediately inserted into his body. His brow didn't wrinkle, but Cao Ping, who was looking at the scene, couldn't help frowning.

"Hehe, hehe!" The centenarian's face actually showed a smile, at this time, his two fingers have been inserted into his body.

The real sense of "pain through the heart.".

No one can bear such pain. Besides, Ho Shouguang is an old man over 100 years old, and his body suddenly shakes.

A man in black wanted to come and hold him.

"Don't touch him!" Cao Ping suddenly roared.

The man in black quickly stepped down.

He Shouguang looks gratefully at Cao Ping. His lips have become pale, and his body shakes from time to time. But he still stood there well and didn't need anyone's help.

He is a general, a "dictator" in the words of his comrades in arms, and a master of the battlefield. He does not need any help, he has come to the present alone, the last journey of life, he also rely on his own strength to complete.

He Shouguang's chest wound didn't shed much blood. Such an old man has no blood to shed. His fingers will continue to tear the wound, and constantly searching in the flesh and blood.

He could find it, and years ago, he had the doctor sew it into his body. Maybe he wanted to take that thing with him to the grave? Maybe from then on, he was waiting for the day when he ended his life and passed it on to another person.

It's just that he Shouguang never thought that the Cao family would accept his inheritance. If you only look at the appearance, this elegant guy really doesn't match the guy who doesn't know a lot of characters. But he Shouguang thinks that only in this way can his successor do what he can't do.

A guy like him, who has no culture, acts rashly, listens to no one else's opinions, and has done many wrong things in his life, should have been eliminated by this era. He Shouguang is waiting for today?

When he Shouguang's finger slowly stretched out from his chest, there was a bloody thing between his two fingers.He Shouguang smiles. He holds the thing in his hand and suddenly falls back.

He didn't fall to the ground. It was Cao Ping who caught him.

No one else can help him, only Cao Ping can. Because Cao Ping was the one who took the baton from him.

"Last, last request." He Shouguang raised his hand slowly. In his life, he seldom asked for help. The last time he asked for help seemed to be to borrow food from his brother's troops. If he couldn't, his troops would starve to death on the front line. Last time I asked for help, it seemed that it was for thirteen machine guns. That was thirteen machine guns! How many troops can't even be equipped with one shot. It's really worth it that he Shouguang can get 13 shots for his company.

But for his own sake, he never seemed to have.

Cao Ping nodded. He didn't need to know what he Shouguang asked for, but he would help him do it.

Wutong He Shouguang slowly put things in Cao Ping's palm, and his voice became less and less. "When I buried me in the parasol and Wutong..." finally, the old man's throat could no longer make a sound.

Cao Ping nodded again, but although he Shouguang was still staring, he couldn't see.

Wutong tree, Cao Ping did not understand what He Shouguang wanted to bury himself under the Wutong tree. And there are many Wutong trees in the yard of He Shouguang's nursing home. Through the window of this room, Cao Ping can also see one of them.

he did not know that those two innocent journalists who died in the past were buried under a Wutong tree.