I am the son of the soldier who was labeled a traitor by the country twenty-five years ago...
This is a tongue-twisting statement, and it is also a statement that makes people sit still.
The older generation all know that Lin Teng is a controversial soldier.
A patriotic hero, he personally created the Heavenly Sword and made it the sharpest sword in China. No matter who bullies China, the Heavenly Sword will pierce the enemy's heart.
He sacrificed everything. Not only did he never see his wife for the last time, he also never saw his own son.
He is a super idol among the older generation of soldiers. He is the eldest brother of the Minister of Defense, the eldest brother of the military commission tycoon, a hero or a traitor who cannot give limits.
Lin Teng's son.
This identity alone was enough to shock Secretary Chen, or rather, make him unable to calm down and think.
Lin Teng's old comrades-in-arms are currently working in different positions. Not to mention other things, there are no less than ten national leaders, and all of them are brothers to Lin Teng back then, and they are willing to be younger brothers.
Who would not watch and protect his son?
Secretary Chen held the phone in his hand and fell into deep thought.
I don’t know how long it took, but Secretary Chen gradually came back to his senses and said with a slight smile: "It turns out that he is the son of King Lin, Xiao Lin, do you have anything to do with me?"
Lin Ze said in a calm tone: "A few of my friends were arrested by your subordinates. Can you give me face and let them go?"
It sounds like a polite statement, but in reality, it's extremely heartbreaking.
Just let it go. The police station is an open garden.
What crime did your friend commit?
Suspected of murder.
Suspected of arms smuggling.
Suspected of gang activity.
Which of the following is not a serious crime in China? If you just give me face, you will be released.
A touch of strangeness appeared on Secretary Chen's not very majestic face. He sighed slightly and said, "Xiao Lin, your friend made too many mistakes. Wouldn't it be too much if we just let him go?"
"That's what Uncle Chen means." Lin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.
If he doesn't let go, he will have to make another choice that he doesn't want to make.
"Since you, Xiaolin, have made this request to them, Uncle Chen will definitely not fail to give you face." Secretary Chen smiled and said, "But you have to promise Uncle Chen two things."
"What's the matter? Just tell me what you want." Lin Ze said.
"First, you have to come and have dinner with Uncle Chen." Secretary Chen said with a smile.
"No problem." Lin Ze said, "But Uncle Chen, don't rush me to pay the bill."
"Haha." Secretary Chen smiled and said, "As for the second thing, let your friend leave Huaxin City. It would be best if he could leave Huaxia."
"Sure." Lin Ze took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.
After chatting with Secretary Chen, Lin Ze transferred the call to Jiao Kun. After receiving the reply, Jiao Kun hung up the phone, turned to the person below and said, "Let him go."
"Let them go." The confidant asked tentatively, the meaning in his eyes was very clear, let them go.
"Let them all go," Jiao Kun said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Director."
The confidant returned to the police station.
Snap.
Lin Ze lit a cigarette and glanced steadily at Jiao Kun who was standing opposite.
Suddenly, he discovered that Jiao Kun's fate was somewhat similar to his own. He was pushed by the whirlpool of power to make wrong choices, but he, because of that old bastard's whirlpool, had no choice but to be involved in these conflicts. It was something that he had nothing to do with and didn't want to get involved with. In the end, like Jiao Kun, he walked farther and farther and became more and more tired.
"Believe it or not, if I just say a word, you will step down tonight." Lin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, "No matter how big your backers are, I can't protect you."
Jiao Kunxin.
How could you not believe it.
Secretary Chen was not related to him, and did not even know this young man, but he was able to give this young man a huge favor because of his phone call. How terrifying this young man's identity was was beyond Jiao Kun's imagination.
"Then will you do this?" Jiao Kun clearly remembered that Lin Ze had given him a choice.
But he stubbornly refused.
If you refuse, you will pay the price, Jiao Kun understands.
He silently waited for the price.
"No." Lin Ze grinned, suddenly took two steps forward, and said with a smile.
"Why." Jiao Kun was confused.
This young man's temperament is too unpredictable.
According to his identity and the energy behind him, shouldn't he take revenge on anyone who challenges his authority? He treated him so harshly, and he actually planned to let it go.
Not to mention anything else, just to complain to Secretary Chen, I have to have a good drink.
"Maybe you don't believe me." Lin Ze flicked the ashes of his cigarette skillfully.
"I believe it." Jiao Kun nodded.
"You and I are kind of in the same boat." Lin Ze said absurdly.
Jiao Kun also laughed.
A long time ago, Jiao Kun read a sentence in a book: The happiness of happy people is full of strange things, while the suffering of miserable people is mostly the same.
One word hits the mark.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Creak.
The door was opened, and Scarface and others walked out of the police station.
After a night of inner struggle, their faces were not very good-looking. The priest and the butcher were okay. After all, they had been inseparable with Lin Ze for several years, and their psychological quality was obviously much tougher. The rest of them seemed a little weak.
Scarface is considered a person who has seen the world.
But when the people above simply gave him a difficult problem, they were collectively at a loss.
Powerless.
It's despair.
When everyone looked at the scene outside the police station, Scarface's face suddenly turned pale.
Soldiers, helicopters, loaded with guns and ammunition.
Is this filming a movie?
The priest, who was somewhat familiar with Lin Ze's identity, smiled bitterly, gently held Xiao Hui's hand and walked over.
"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Ze comforted.
"It's okay." The priest smiled and shook his head.
"I mean sister-in-law." Lin Ze smiled, "I don't care whether you live or die."
The priest smiled knowingly and didn't explain much.
Lin Ze suddenly turned his head and said to Mo Shu: "You can withdraw first and I will contact you tomorrow."
"Okay." Moshu nodded and jumped off the front of the car.
"Brother Xiao Lin, remember the promise you made to me, drink wine and wash your feet." Xiao Hu grinned heartlessly.
"I can't forget it." Lin Ze rewarded him with a chestnut.
After blasting away the crowd, Jiao Kun also led the crowd back to the police station. Suddenly, only Lin Ze and the priest were left outside the police station. He did not leave, but slowly squatted on the side of the road, using the dim street lights to scan the group of people who had been there. The brothers who followed him to conquer the world because they trusted him opened a pack of Changbai Mountains, each of them took one, and started smoking in silence.
"I have something to say." The priest puffed out a puff of smoke and asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Lin Ze nodded.
"Come on," the butcher said angrily, "How many years have we been brothers?"
"Let's go." Lin Ze sighed softly.
"Let's go." Everyone was surprised.
"Leave Huaxin City." Lin Ze frowned slightly, "Leave Huaxia."
"It's understandable that I'm leaving." The priest flicked the ashes from his cigarette, "They have to leave too."
He pointed at Scar the Butcher and others.
"Let's all leave if we can." Lin Ze slowly stood up and patted the priest on the shoulder, "Today they can look for you, tomorrow they can look for the butcher, and the day after tomorrow, they can look for Scar."
"Who has ever been afraid?" the priest curled his lips.
"Except for the butcher, no one dares to say that he is not afraid." Lin Ze said solemnly, "If you are not afraid, your wife is not afraid, Scar is not afraid, and his wife and son are not afraid."
"What's going on?" The priest noticed that Lin Ze was in an abnormal mood.
He didn't believe that things would be so simple tonight.
"In the next battlefield, I will be the protagonist." Lin Ze said with a solemn face, "I don't want you to be a supporting role, not even a bystander. Go, go as far as possible, you are no longer short of money. "You don't have many friends. If you go together, what else do you have to worry about or regret? I really miss home and want to return to my roots. I won't consider this issue until I need a cane."
Lin Ze has a sense of humor, but not much. His friends can tell when he is joking and when he is stating something seriously.
The priest understood, the butcher understood, and even Scar knew that Brother Xiao Lin was not joking.
When he said leave, he meant it.
The priest stepped forward slowly, came to Lin Ze, and suddenly slapped his shoulders with both hands: "You know, I once doubted your friendship with me. I am even sure that you were not good to us at the beginning. There is friendship, or maybe you are just taking advantage, but it doesn't matter, you are a good boss, and I have always regarded you as my friend and brother."
Lin Ze was slightly surprised, but quickly calmed down.
Whether a person is sincere or fake, how can he really hide it from others? No matter how good his acting skills are, he cannot deceive life.
"I have doubted it too," the butcher said angrily, "but I told myself that there is no need to doubt it."
"As it turns out, our suspicions were wrong."
"You treat us as friends and brothers."
"Brother, we listen to you."
"Let's go, let's go tonight."
The priest and the butcher had red eyes, and each held down one of Lin Ze's arms: "Brother, let's go."
