The middle-aged man said enthusiastically: "I am Qiao Anmin, deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. A few hours ago, our municipal bureau received a call from Director Liu of the Autonomous Region Public Security Department, saying that a comrade named Yang Luo would take a plane back to Beijing at around 4 o'clock in the evening. We asked us to contact the airport and make sure you board the plane smoothly. Now our Director Chen is waiting for you at the airport."

Yang Luo suddenly realized that the name and number of the policeman's gun certificate reported to the above. With Liu Cunyang's prior explanation, even if he didn't know his true identity, he could tell that his identity was definitely not simple based on that special gun certificate and Liu Cunyang personally called Liu Cunyang to explain the matter. But there was no reason. Even if he knew that he was in Kashgar, he would not dare to come to see him. Now he needs a car, so it would be strange if Qiao Anmin didn't come to flatter him.

Huang Maoli no longer had the courage to stay. She moved her steps slowly, then quickly got into the car. Hongye shouted: "Don't run!"

Huangmao was so scared that she started the car and stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out. He was very upset when he saw a van passing him. When his chartered car caught fire, of course he had to schadenfreshly curse a few words, but he didn't expect to hit the iron plate. If he didn't run away, he might be fined.

"What's going on?" Qiao Anmin's head policeman.

The policeman told the matter a little, and Qiao Anmin's expression suddenly became serious and said righteously: "Immediately notify the bureau that blockade of all major traffic roads and must catch people. Criminals like those who dare to hold weapons in public and intend to hurt others must be severely punished."

Yang Luo smiled and waved his hand: "Director Qiao, this is not a big deal, so let it go."

"Okay, okay!" Qiao Anmin said with a thumbs up, "Comrade Yang Luo is tolerant. If anyone else is gone, he would not have done so."

Yang Luo could only smile helplessly: "Director Qiao, let's go to the airport quickly."

Qiao Anmin slapped his head: "I am happy to see you and forget everything." After that, he opened the car door himself and made a gesture of inviting him.

Kashgar Airport is located in the north of the city and is the second largest airport in Xinjiang, about 9 kilometers away from the city center. When Yang Luo arrived at the airport, it was already 5:20, and it was an hour late.

Chen Guangli, director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and the airport general manager were waiting outside the airport with several beautiful waiters. When they saw Qiao Anmin running to the airport, they followed a young man talking and laughing and walking here.

"Old Qiao, why are you here?"

Qiao Anmin said: "Director Chen, this is Comrade Yang Luo. His car broke down on the road. I drove him to deliver it."

When Chen Guangli and the airport general manager heard this, they hurriedly came forward: "Hello Comrade Yang Luo, I am Chen Guangli, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau." Then they pointed to a man in his fifties beside him and said, "This is the airport general manager He Wenhan!"

"Hello, Director Chen, Manager He!" Yang Luo shook hands with the two of them separately, "If you are polite, let's not say anything, board the plane immediately."

He Wenhan was originally smiling and wanted to get close to Yang Luo, but as soon as he said this, he was blocked by Yang Luo's words and said a little embarrassedly: "Yes, yes, it's important to board the plane." Then he led the way forward and trotted all the way to the boarding gate through a special passage.

The waiters took the backpacks in Xu Hang's hand and followed them. While running, they looked at Yang Luo and the others curiously. They kept guessing who these people were. Not only did the general manager and the director of the Public Security Bureau wait outside for more than an hour, but the plane was delayed because they all took off, which was something that had never happened before. Even if the municipal party secretary and the mayor took the plane, they had never waited until they were late and had to sign a flight.

The plane that had been on the order for more than an hour finally took off, and He Wenhan breathed a long sigh, "Director Chen, who is this Yang Luo?"

Chen Guangli said: "You don't know?"

He Wenhan said: "Where did I know where I went? Secretary Zhang of the Administration called me and asked me to personally receive a man named Yang Luo and arrange for him to take this flight, and then you came. Otherwise, you would think that with your words, I would dare to press the plane and not let it take off?"

Chen Guangli said: "I don't know his identity either. I also received a call from Director Liu of the Provincial Department to ask me to arrange it and make sure that he will board the plane smoothly."

He Wenhan was stunned, then sighed and said regretfully: "Time is too tight, so we missed a good opportunity."

Chen Guangli smiled: "At least I have a familiar face, and I won't be able to speak in the future."

"That's right!" He Wenhan also laughed.

The waiters squeezed together and muttered: "Who do you think they are? The clothes they wear are all mud, and they are not as good as migrant workers. I didn't expect that they were big shots."

Another girl said with a smile: "You don't understand this, it's called low-key. Unlike the second generation of nouveau riche who show off all day, it's not that bad."

Several girls giggled, "Okay, OK, go back quickly. If the squad leader catches it, the bonus for this month will be over again."

Yang Luo and his friends slept on the plane with their eyes closed, while the exercises in Karakoram Mountain continued. Moreover, because of the annihilation of the 139th Brigade's tank battalion and the electronic confrontation team, Huang Xuxian, the commander of the 139th Brigade, slapped the table in a pissy manner, and ordered the Tiger Regiment to dig out the Sirius Special Forces that infiltrated the Red War Zone, and ordered the first shot of the "battle" two hours ago.

At this time, Wang Huan and the others were moving forward quickly in a valley. The valley was cut very deeply and filled with crowded and smooth stones. On both sides of the riverbed were moraine gravels that were deposited nearly a hundred meters thick and eroded Yadan landforms, like an orderly arranged ancient Roman castle.

Suddenly, the wind blew, Wang Huan stopped and looked up at the sky: "It's wind blew, it's going to snow!"

Shen Hao said: "How far is it from Agre Dazhang?"

A team member took out the map and Wang Huan held a tactical flashlight: "It's not far away, but the road ahead is very dangerous, so everyone should be careful."

After walking forward for about twenty minutes, he circled up the steep riverbed ""-shaped path at a 100-meter-high pass. The soil on the path was soft, and every step they took was filled with dust and smoke. When they passed a dangerous section of the road, they came to a relatively gentle saying: "According to the map, we are not far from the Keleqing River Valley. I hope the leader's intelligence is accurate, so that we can successfully find the base of the Chinese Thunder Force and destroy it."

At Beijing Airport, a plane flying in Kashgar slowly landed. Yang Luo and his group got off the plane and walked out of the airport exit passage. A familiar figure held a big sign with his name on it.

Yang Luo turned around and was about to leave. The guy came to Yang Luo at a glance and shouted, "Uncle!" and then chased after him.

Yang Luo said with a stern face: "Comrade, you recognize the wrong person. I am not your uncle."

This guy is nothing else, he is Lin Guowei's son, Zhao Yang.

"Haha..." Zhao Yang laughed loudly, "Uncle, don't hide, I know you even if you turn into ashes."

Yang Luo snorted: "You asked you to pick me up?"

Zhao Yang nodded: "Yes!"

Yang Luo said: "If you have nothing to do, you will be either a traitor or a thief. You must beg me if you have something to do."

Zhao Yang smiled and said, "Then I don't know. Anyway, my dad said that he must pick you up to my house."

Yang Luojian: "It's almost dawn, I'd better go again tomorrow."

"Uncle!" Zhao Yangluo was about to run away again and hurriedly grabbed Yang Luo's arm, "My dad has been waiting for you, and things must be quite a bit."

Yang Luo had no choice but to Xu Hang and the others, "Okay, everyone will part, go wherever they should." Then the Fox Blood Angel and Hongye, "You go to Dahua, I will also go there in two days."

The ghost fox gently tidied up Yang Luo's collar, "Then let's go back first, and remember what you said to me once."

Yang Luo was stunned: "I have said too much to you, but I don't remember what I said."

The ghost fox gave Yang Luo a hygienic eye: "Come with me home"

Yang Luo remembered that last time he was on the mission, he promised the ghost fox on the boat and went home with her if he had any relatives: "I remember, don't worry, I will accompany you back if I have time."

The ghost fox didn't care about everyone around him. He hugged Yang Luo's neck and kissed Yang Luo deeply on his lips. They widened their eyes in this scene. They all knew that Yang Luo and the ghost fox had a romance, but these two guys were very cunning and had never been caught by them. Unexpectedly, they dared to do this in front of them now.

"Adolescent woman!" said the madman muttering.

"What did you say?" The ghost fox reluctantly pushed Yang Luo away and tilted his head.

The madman shivered and said hurriedly, "I say it's a handsome man!"

"Hmph!" The ghost fox snorted coldly, "Angel, Hongye, let's go!" The blood angel glanced at Yang Luo faintly, and Hongye stuck out her tongue cutely at Yang Luo, "By the way!"

When the woman left, Xu Hang stretched: "Brothers, let's go too!"

This year, the winter in Beijing is colder than in previous years. Yang Luo lit a cigarette and then wrapped it in his clothes: "Let's go!"

The two of them came to the parking lot, "There is the car!" Zhao Yang pointed to the police car parked not far away and walked over quickly.

Yang Luo opened the car door, but unexpectedly there was another person inside. Zhao Yang smiled and said, "Uncle, his name is Feng Zheng, and he is Feng Kun's younger brother."

"Hehe..." Feng Zheng smiled, "Uncle, I finally saw you."

Yang Luo knew that Feng Kun had a cousin, but he had never met him before. Now he heard Feng Zheng also called him uncle, and his face was covered with dark lines: "Your brother and I are brothers. Isn't it a mess if you call me uncle? Let's call me brother."

Feng Zheng waved his hand: "Zhao Yang and I are good brothers. Since we have met through him, I should call you uncle." This kid is not stupid, he calls me brother. Although he is good at face, he will ask Yang Luo if he encounters something in the future, but it will be a big deal. After all, he is Feng Kun's cousin, not his own brother. But if he calls him uncle, it would be really different. Even if he encounters a big deal, he, a junior, finds his uncle, and can Yang Luo, a uncle, be embarrassed to not help?

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Chapter completed!