Helicopters and Humvees blocked the gate of the central hospital for a while, and the surrounding passers-by stopped and looked at them with horror on their faces.

The gangsters in the van were all scared silly, and their faces turned dark green with horror, they usually always like foxes and fake tigers, relying on a large number of people to show off their power in the streets and alleys, always thinking that they are the overlord of the city, but they don't know that in front of Humvees and helicopters, Mao is not.

The yellow-haired young man sat in a van in the middle, and the little brother sitting next to him was trembling with fright, muttering and repeating there: "It's over, it's over, it's over, the troops are here......"

The yellow-haired young man frowned, slapped the little brother next to him, and scolded: "Mutter your mother's stinky fart, what's the end of the game, crow's mouth, isn't it just a few military and a helicopter!"

"Brother Huangmao, what should we do next?" the other little brothers all looked at them with hopeful eyes.

Huang Mao took a deep breath, spat out the car window, and shouted: "What the hell can I do, escape!"

This Huang Mao's skills are quite agile, compared with ordinary gangsters, it is absolutely amazing, I saw him take a few big strides forward, and he was about to run to the steps at the entrance of the hospital, Huang Mao smiled proudly at the corner of his mouth, and secretly sneered in his heart: "Look at what you soldiers can do!"

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he was about to step up the steps on his foretoes, when suddenly he heard a thud in the sky, and a screeching sound in the air swept through him, and the yellow-haired young man fell to the ground in response.

Immediately behind the yellow-haired young man, several younger brothers had jumped out of the car, seeing this sudden change happen, everyone had a layer of cold sweat, they clearly saw that the yellow-haired calf was hit by a bullet, and the bullet passed through the yellow-haired calf and shot into the stone steps.

"Ah!!h

The yellow-haired young man covered his legs and screamed in hindsight, the taste of being pierced by a bullet was definitely uncomfortable, he had been mixed in the road for so many years, and he had suffered a lot of knives, but compared to the pain in front of him, being cut was like tickling.

Blood flowed down the fingers of the yellow-haired young man, and immediately turned the ground around him red.

The shot just now was fired from a helicopter in the sky, a black muzzle stood there, a serious soldier was holding a gun and looking down, no expression could be seen from his face, he was holding a medium-sized machine gun in his hand, with a machine gun can accurately hit the calf, the technique is absolutely not ordinary, you must know that the machine gun is used for strafing, not for firing.

In an instant, there was silence all around, except for the heart-rending screams of the yellow-haired young man who fell to the ground, the sound of the propellers of the helicopter in the sky, and the sound of rustling from a few streets away, there was no sound at all, as if everyone unconsciously slowed down the frequency of breathing, for fear of making a little more noise.

Outside the gate of the hospital, Zhang Yi sat in a black SUV, after seeing the situation in front of him, he gritted his teeth vigorously, drove the SUV and quickly left the scene, put on a Bluetooth headset and dialed the phone, the call was made to Lu Daneng, Zhang Yi said apologetically: "Brother Neng, I missed again." ”

Lu Daneng's voice on the phone was calm, and he said: "Ah Yi, forget it, this time we admit it, I didn't expect Chu Xiangguo to have a relationship with the military, it's not cost-effective to offend the military for a new energy project, you come back." ”

"Okay, Brother Neng. Zhang Yi said in a gloomy tone, Lu Daneng is a competitive character, why is he Zhang Yi, the fat that he can get in his hands is gone, and he is very angry.

A group of rabble, simply unable to resist the sharp spirit of the PLA, after the yellow-haired young man was knocked down, the gangsters in the van all took the initiative to come down, kneeling on the ground to beg for mercy, they usually show off their strength and strength again, at this time they also have to recognize the situation, and fight with the troops, it is completely a dead end.

The helicopter fell, bringing Lin Kun and Chu Jingyao to the plane, and under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, it flew into the sky, towards the army in the southern suburbs, and the Humvee cars blocked at the entrance of the hospital also retreated in an orderly manner, leaving everyone's field of vision in a rumbling roar.

ZHJS018 troops are subordinate to the Jiangsu Provincial Military Region and belong to the local garrison troops in Wutong City, and the scale is not very large, with only two regiments, but the strength of these two regiments is all elite divisions.

The head of Unit 018 is surnamed Ye, called Ye Qingnian, although there are only two regiments under his hands, he is already at the level of division commander, and he is just forty years old.

The helicopter landed in the compound of the garrison, Ye Qingnian came to help, he received a secret order from the central government, although he didn't know the specific identity of the young man who was carried off the plane, but about the legend of the wolf king of Mobei, he had heard one or two in the past, but there was one thing he didn't understand, just a soldier king of Mobei, as for the secret order issued by the central government, this obviously does not conform to normal logic.

Ye Qingnian is a vigorous and resolute person, it has been more than 20 years since he joined the army, and his current status is all based on his own hands little by little, and he is absolutely not mixed with any speculation.

Ye Qingnian personally came forward and took the unconscious Lin Kun and Chu Jingyao into the room arranged in advance, this is a room that is not luxurious, but has everything, in order to be able to take care of Lin Kun in an all-round way and avoid any accidents, he also specially arranged for the top doctors in the two troops to accompany him.

After everything was arranged, Ye Qingnian returned to his private office, personally called back to his superiors, and reported the situation, the superiors didn't say too much language, only said one word: "Okay!" Regarding Lin Kun's life experience, he didn't mention a word, Ye Qingnian was curious, and was about to ask a question or two, but was coldly rejected by his superiors, "As a soldier, curiosity must not be had!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Qingnian's heart was very depressed, how could he be regarded as having made a meritorious service, and his superiors were too uninteresting, so he didn't reveal anything to himself.

At this time, in a mysterious compound in Yanjing City, an old man with white hair was sitting in the gazebo playing chess, this old man had already faded out on the stage of Chinese politics, but the person who played chess with him was a household name at the moment, and he was an absolute leader-level figure in the core of the Chinese red regime.

"Master!" came an old man in his fifties on the path outside the pavilion, this old man was agile in his steps, and the soles of his feet were windy, and ordinary people could see that this old man had real kung fu on his legs.

The old man didn't raise his head, his eyes always looked at the chessboard, and said lightly: "Xiao Liang, how many times do you have to say it before you can remember, in the world, no matter what happens, remember not to panic." ”

This old man is called Xiao Liang, which gives people an uncomfortable feeling, usually the Xiao Liang in our mouth, that must be a young man in his twenties, and people in his fifties have never heard of being called Xiao Liang.

However, judging from this situation, the white-haired Lao Su is at least in his eighties, and this Xiao Liang is only in his fifties, and it is indeed reasonable for the eighty-year-old to call Xiao Liang in his fifties.

Xiao Liang ran to the old man with white hair and said happily: "Master, little master, he's fine!"

The old man's eyebrows, all with white hair, flew with a touch of joy, but he quickly calmed down, pointed to anticipation, and said to the absolute leader of the core of the Chinese red regime who was playing with him opposite: "Xiao Xue, who do you say should be the most happy?"

The old man who was called Xiao Xue smiled slightly, and said extremely respectfully: "Teacher, I think it is the initiator of this matter. ”

The white-haired old man nodded with satisfaction, and said: "My grandson is a masterpiece, and the hall of the Zhu family will rely on him to support it, if that little turtle grandson surnamed Lu really makes my grandson have three long and two short, hehe......" The words did not speak, but the cold tone had already revealed the meaning.

The old man who was called Xiao Xue said: "Teacher, the student should still congratulate you, there is finally a successor." ”

Old Zhu let out a long sigh and said, "Xue, you're right, our Zhu family finally has a successor, just with the grandsons of those bastards around me, the Zhu family will be defeated by them sooner or later." ”

"Teacher, you don't have to be too entangled in this, how many famous families in our China have been defeated in the end, and there is no successor, as the saying goes, the poor raise a son and a rich daughter, once the son is rich, it is really not a good thing, I don't know the suffering of others, and I do nonsense outside all day long. ”

The corners of Zhu Lao's mouth smiled slightly, and said: "So, I am very fortunate to have such a grandson, although he is not perfect now, but I believe that he must be the future pillar of my Zhu family, and lead the family to prosperity!"

The old man who was called Xiao Xue clasped his hands together and said with an oath: "Teacher, I, Xue Yongde, promise that I will do my best to sacrifice for the prosperity of the Zhu family, and the prosperity of the Zhu family is my prosperity!"

Zhu Lao smiled and waved his hand and said: "Xiao Xue, your teacher is very moved, but it is not easy for you to sit in this position today, most of them are obtained by your own hard work, I am on your life path, just a little stone into gold, the stone will not become gold, only he himself is gold." Your Xue family has been poor farmers for generations, and you should also create the glory of your family by yourself. ”

Xue Yongde said firmly: "Teacher, I don't need to create the glory of the family, I just need to dedicate myself to the Zhu family!"

Zhu Lao shook his head with a smile, looked at Xue Yongde, held a chess piece in his hand, pressed it on the chessboard, and said, "Xiao Xue, you lost." ”

Xue Yongde laughed awkwardly and said, "Teacher, I still can't get off you." ”

Zhu Lao laughed and said: "So, Jiang is still old and spicy, but it's a pity that there is not much time left for me in this world, and the good rivers and mountains in the future are all from you old Zhuang faction." ”

Xue Yongde said: "Teacher, you will definitely live a long life!"

Zhu Lao said with a smile: "What's the use of being a hundred years old, it's not the day when I'm not there after all, my life has been up and down, the Zhu family has not declined in my hands, and the rest of my life is very simple, that is, I hope that the Zhu family can continue to prosper and develop, thank God for giving me an outstanding grandson!"