Yan Fenghuo has never experienced and knew what kind of thing a man would kill his beloved wife. But he knew the feeling of being forced to kill his brother. In comparison, killing his beloved wife with his own hands would only be even more painful.

"My wife is very beautiful, usually beautiful means trouble. I don't have the ability, I am a pauper, I don't even have the ability to protect my woman. When I got home one day, I found that my wife was missing and my daughter was lying in a pool of blood. You can't imagine how I was about to go crazy at that time. I had no money, so I used a hatchet to hold it on the hospital director's neck to get my daughter's life back." Hong Lin took a deep breath of cigarettes and smiled helplessly: "My daughter was rescued, but I squatted in prison for four years. During the four years, I don't know how much wronged my daughter has suffered, but every time she sees me, she looks happy. From then on, I vowed to be a good person, find my wife, and let my daughter live the best life."

Yan Fenghuo stood up and walked to Hong Lin, the drug lord, stretched out his fist and gently slammed his shoulder, and then clenched it hard.

“Haha, the government…”

"Don't call me the government," Yan Fenghuo interrupted Hong Lin's words: "I said that your affairs are decided by justice and the judge. I help you just because I feel it is necessary to help a father. In this world, nothing is greater than fatherly love and motherly love. No matter how many lives you have, no matter how many people you have harmed, but you are a father. I don't have so many rules and regulations when doing things. I do what I think is worth, and I don't even want to call my grandfather."

"Hahaha..." Hong Lin burst into laughter.

He reached out and grabbed Yan Fenghuo's arm and used this action to explain his gratitude to the special forces soldier.

"Some of white wine, make a plate of peanuts, cut a pig's ear, and make a few cucumbers in the whole roast chicken." Yan Fenghuo shouted.

"good!"

A strange color appeared in Hong Lin's eyes, and he immediately opened the store door to get some food and drinks as Yan Fenghuo ordered. He felt flattered and clearly felt a feeling he had never felt before: trust!

With a few simple side dishes, Yan Fenghuo and Hong Lin started drinking and bragging like friends.

As a drug lord, Hong Lin has always seen a cat in front of the police and soldiers who have transformed justice. He never thought that one day he would sit with a border special forces soldier and drink. And the other party trusted him and was not higher than him. This alone was enough to make Hong Lin recognize Yan Fenghuo.

He is a drug lord and has seen countless people, so he knows very well what kind of person the special forces sitting in front of him belongs to, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After drinking a bottle of white wine, Hong Lin lit a cigarette and smoked it, his face was gloomy and gloomy. His expression was captured clearly by Yan Fenghuo, but there was no sign and he was still gnawing on the fragrant roast chicken.

"My daughter doesn't know everything I do." Hong Lin lowered his eyelids, his cheeks that were originally gloomy and calmed down, and he said in a pleading voice: "Brother, I want to ask you something."

Yan Fenghuo was gnawing on the chicken legs and signaling Hong Lin to say.

"Help me take care of my daughter." Hong Lin stared at Yan Feng with hope.

"No." Yan Fenghuo refused, touched his mouth and said, "I won't cause trouble for myself."

Hearing Yan Fenghuo's refusal so happily, the flame of hope in Hong Lin's eyes was immediately extinguished. He was a soldier, a special forces soldier, wearing military uniforms, and adhering to justice. Why should he help a drug lord take care of his daughter? This is simply unreasonable. No one would do this. If it spreads, it would ruin the future.

"Hong Lin, my name is Yan Fenghuo. Do you know what this name means?"

Hong Lin shook his head.

"I will die anytime, anywhere." Yan Fenghuo wiped his mouth and smiled relaxedly: "I don't know when I will die. I don't even dare to make a promise to my girlfriend, so how dare I make a promise to you?"

Hearing this sentence, Hong Lin realized that he had misunderstood Yan Fenghuo.

Yan Fenghuo patted his butt and stood up, stretched his arms and said with a tidal smile: "Hong Lin, you are a drug lord, you will die one day; I am a special forces soldier, you will die one day. We are all people who wander on the edge of death. The only difference is that you die for your own interests, but I have no choice to die for the country and the people."

This makes sense. As for him and Hong Lin, this is true. One has a choice and the other has no choice. But the essence is the same, and they are all walking a path that can never be turned back.

Hong Lin smiled bitterly, poured a glass of white wine and picked it up at Yan Fenghuo and said, "To you, you have made me feel good about soldiers for the first time."

Yan Fenghuo brought the wine glass and handed it to Hong Lin, and said seriously: "To you, to a father who is about to step onto the guillotine for his daughter."

"Hahahaha..." Hong Lin laughed to the sky, took the wine glass and drank it all, took the key of the safe into Yan Fenghuo's hand, turned around and fucked the hammer and walked towards the counter.

Under Yan Fenghuo's gaze, Hong Lin roared and swung the hammer hard to smash the solid wood counter, revealing the gun wrapped in oil paper in the mezzanine.

"It's very good to prepare." Yan Fenghuo picked up a shotgun and carried it on his shoulder, whistled at Hong Lin and said, "Let's go, work."

The two of them arrogantly walked towards the street with guns, no one dared to care or ask. In Dafang Village, if anyone dared to do this, it means that they were ready to die. No one dared to do anything about those who died.

Walking out of the village, Yan Fenghuo, led by Hong Lin, got into the mountains and forests.

I have to say that Hong Lin’s old nest was almost completely clean, and everyone betrayed him. Fortunately, what he wanted to betray him was his channels and money, and he wanted to continue to do so, so he did not make a big fuss.

Despite this, the people in the village could see Hong Lin's embarrassment. He usually has many subordinates, but now he only carries a gun and crawles into the forest with only one person, which makes him feel old.

In Dafangzhai, Hong Lin is a pretty good person, but he is not the biggest drug lord. The largest drug lord in Dafangzhai is a native of Dafangzhai. His ancestors were bandits from the village. He has a foundation and connections and acts even more ruthlessly.

It is difficult to walk on the mountain road, but at this time, Hong Lin's spirit became bigger and bigger. He walked in front and waved his hatchet to clear the road, his face and neck were covered with blood marks scraped from weeds.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the two of them walked across the ten kilometers of mountain road to Laolongzhai.

Laolongzhai and Dafangzhai are adjacent to each other, and they also occupy a superior geographical environment and are in the mountains. According to Hong Lin, there are not many people selling drugs in Laolongzhai, but the folk customs here are extremely tough and belong to a branch of the Miao people.

Usually, this kind of ethnic minority village will not do anything. They have their own way of survival and the tribe rules are extremely strict. Therefore, although the nearby Dafang Village is rich in drugs, Laolong Village is not willing to do such things and still relies on its own hands to make a living.

The sky became gloomy as early as the nightfall. At this time, the only few stars were blocked by dark clouds, and the entire sky was dark and I couldn't see my fingers.

There were a few ignitions flashing in front of them, which were the lights lit in the village.

As they were about to enter the village, two people carrying earth guns walked towards them and asked loudly about something.

They were speaking local dialect, and Yan Fenghuo couldn't understand a single word.

"Don't talk, I'll tell them." Hong Lin reminded Yan Fenghuo: "This is a seedling. I don't like outsiders. You don't understand some rules."

According to the division, the Miao people are divided into mature seedlings and raw seedlings. Cooked seedlings are Miao people who have gradually been Chineseized, while the Biao people are Miao people who are still in a seclusion. They hate contact with outsiders, maintain their original style, and maintain the living habits left by their ancestors for generations.

Hong Lin walked over and talked to the two Miao people carrying guns in local dialect. Their voice was loud. After saying a few words, the two Miao people removed all the weapons on Hong Lin and shouted.

"Mo Lao San is waiting for me inside." Hong Lin walked over and whispered to Yan Fenghuo: "But when entering their house, you must get rid of the weapons on your body."

"No problem." Yan Fenghuo simply threw away the shotgun on his hand, then threw away the pistol, and walked up to let the other party search.

The shotgun was not chosen to help Hong Lin fight with others, but Yan Fenghuo was thinking about whether he could fight a big wild boar. Of course, he would not allow you to bring weapons when he came to other people's territory. This is the same wherever he went.

The two Miao people completed the body search and swept Yan Fenghuo back and forth several times, their eyes full of vigilance.

Yan Fenghuo is 185 cm tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. You can feel the explosive power contained in the body under your clothes from the outside. Compared to the shorter Miao people, it is tantamount to being extremely aggressive.

"Can you speak Mandarin?" Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "I know you Miao people have a Miao king in western Hunan, Long Yunfei, a generation of heroes who have been on the battlefield and fought the Japanese, and can be called heroes."

After hearing this, the two Miao people smiled. Their smiles represent closeness and recognition, which greatly alleviated the tension between the two sides.

Hong Lin was flowing cold sweat from the side. Yan Fenghuo didn't know, but he knew the power here. Because the Miao people can be divided into raw seedlings and mature seedlings according to the degree of enlightenment, but if they are divided in detail, they are divided into flower seedlings and white seedlings.

They are not close to each other, and some are in absolute opposition. If the Miao King mentioned in Yan Fenghuo's mouth is not recognized by Lao Longzhai, the consequences will be unimaginable. Fortunately, they recognize the Miao King Long Yunfei, who was praised.

Under the leadership of two Miao people, Yan Fenghuo and Hong Lin were taken to the village.

Laolong Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. If you want to enter the village, there is only an ancient suspension bridge. The terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If you want to take a detour, it may be as simple as browsing a mountain.

"Yan Fenghuo, stop talking nonsense, especially in this kind of Miao village." Hong Lin whispered to Yan Fenghuo: "They have many living habits that we cannot understand. If they violate them, they may cause trouble."

"Haha, sincerity." Yan Fenghuo smiled brightly and said, "If you want someone to recognize you, then all you have to do is to show your most sincere side. I let you go and help you because I see your sincerity. Do you understand?"

sincere?
Chapter completed!