Chapter 237 If you are willing to die, I will be willing to bury you
"That's true, but..." the girl said one word at a time: "We still can't do things like the Japanese. They are always eager for quick success and quick gain, and they will do whatever they can when they see a little benefit in front of them. As a result, they ended up in today's disastrous defeat."
"Japanese people will always be second-rate characters. They can't become big things. It's just that the Holy See suddenly appears..." The little old man was very afraid of the Holy See and once again proposed: "Even in long-term plans, we must be more cautious."
"Yes," the girl nodded: "By the way, what are the Japanese people doing now?"
"Hattori Hanzo was murdered by Kondo Yuichi many years ago. As a result, Iga and Koga broke with the Kikusui-kai and returned to Japan. Kondo Yuichi took the responsibility for the successive failures and committed seppuku. Kikusui Mitsuha only left Miyamoto Tessaki. , he is also the one in charge of the Kikusui Club now,"
"What did he do?"
"According to accurate information, he has transferred the Imperial Priest to China,"
"Oh, even the Imperial Priest was dispatched," the girl laughed disdainfully: "It seems that the Japanese people are really out of their depth."
"Yes, as long as the Grand Priest is annihilated, the Kikusui Society will no longer have any power to use. Without strong support, the companies and various other organizations they own will lose their protective umbrella and can only be slaughtered by others."
"Yes, it is necessary to launch a final blow against Kikusui and then harvest everything they have,"
"But the problem is that they are hiding now and we don't know where they are,"
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Ling Cang slowly opened his eyes and was shocked.
Long Jianyue was sitting not far from the bed, flipping through financial magazines: "You're awake,"
"How did you get in?" Ling Cang hurriedly grabbed the quilt and covered himself tightly.
"This is my territory. I want to come in. It's really easy." Long Jianyue put down the magazine and said a little unsatisfied: "You are too good at sleeping."
"It's only ten o'clock, which means I can sleep," Ling Cang yawned, and then said, "When I was in school, on holidays, I could sleep until two or three o'clock in the afternoon at most."
"You and your father are really different," Long Jianyue slowly shook his head: "He lives a very regular life. He goes to bed, gets up, and eats on time every day."
"I said, I'm different from him,"
"If you stay here with me, you have to change this problem,"
"Impossible," Ling Cang said firmly, "You have no right to control me."
Long Jianyue said with a half-smile: "I have the final say on my territory,"
"Then I won't live with you anymore,"
"If your father is not here, I am qualified to take care of you, even if you move to another place," Long Jianyue said and started to slap Ling Cang on the butt: "Get up quickly and wash up. There are still things to do today."
"You can get up..." Ling Cang pointed to the door carefully and demanded, "You go out first,"
"You are just a child in my eyes, what else are you afraid of me seeing?"
"Okay, take a look," Ling Cang was thick-skinned and simply lifted the quilt, exposing his entire body to Long Jianyue.
Normal men will have a very normal physiological reaction when they get up every day. Physiology calls it "morning erection". Ling Cang is now holding up his underwear tightly.
Although Long Jianyue is older than Ling Cang and to some extent Ling Cang's elder, she is still a girl who has not left the court. She was immediately embarrassed when she saw this scene. She blushed and turned around. Waving his hand, he urged: "Hurry up and wash up, I'll wait for you."
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Ling Cang came out of the bathroom and found a suit on the bed. Long Jianyue still turned his back to Ling Cang and read the financial magazine again: "Put on this suit, you wore it." The clothes are too shabby,”
"I'm not used to wearing suits,"
"Then you have to wear it too,"
"Oh," Ling Cang reluctantly agreed, not wanting to contradict Long Jianyue, and slowly put it on.
When Ling Cang was fully dressed, Long Jianyue slowly turned around and said, "I'll take you to the hair salon later. The bird's nest on your head should be repaired."
"And then,"
"Take you out for a walk," Long Jianyue looked at the time and continued: "This is your first time in the capital. You should see the scenery here and taste the famous food."
Long Jianyue's arrangement was very attractive, but Ling Cang had already made plans: "I won't go,"
"Why," Long Jianyue glared and said angrily, "Just do whatever I ask you to do, don't talk so much nonsense."
"You are too domineering. Why do I have to listen to whatever you say?"
"In the capital, you have to listen to me,"
"According to what you said, in Minghai, I have to listen to Sikong You," Ling Cang snorted lightly and told Long Jianyue, "It's just that Sikong You has always listened to me."
"I'm not Sikong You, I am who I am. Don't make trouble against your four subordinates,"
"Well, when I see my father in the future, I will tell you that you bullied me."
This move was so effective that Long Jianyue's tone immediately softened: "It is for your father that I have to take good care of you."
"I don't need you to take care of me, and I won't follow you," Ling Cang shook his head and said decisively: "On the contrary, you have to follow me."
"I'll go with you," Long Jianyue smiled disdainfully: "Did you arrange something?"
"You'll know when you go there,"
"Okay," Long Jianyue wanted to know what kind of medicine was sold in Lingcang's gourd, so she readily agreed: "I'll go with you and see what tricks you have."
"That's pretty much it,"
The two people walked out of the room and came downstairs. A blue BMW immediately drove over slowly. Long Miyue opened the door and was about to sit in the car when he suddenly said: "Just like you said, someone came yesterday." coming,"
"who,"
"Situ Dao,"
"Oh," Ling Cang was not surprised at all and nodded slowly: "What did he say?"
"He does have some things under his control. He told me everything yesterday." At this point, Long Miyue had a few tears in his eyes: "I already know the truth of the matter..."
"Oh," Ling Cang nodded again, still showing no emotion.
"You don't want to say anything,"
"What's there to say?" Ling Cang shrugged and said calmly: "I knew from the beginning that your brother's death had nothing to do with my father, but I have no way to prove it, but Situ Dao can,"
"If it was your father who killed my brother, then I only need to kill you now to avenge my brother." In fact, when Long Jianyue got the physical evidence and witness, he already knew that he had been wrong for many years. But she absolutely refused to admit that she was wrong, and she was very stubborn: "Now that I am in trouble, who can I seek revenge from..."
"Isn't it the Illuminati?" Ling Cang smiled slightly and suddenly grabbed Long Jianyue's catkin: "They will definitely pay the price."
"What are you doing?" Long Jianyue's face, which had just returned to normal, immediately turned red again and hurriedly withdrew his hand: "Be respectful."
"oh,"
"By the way..." Long Jianyue calmed down her emotions and pretended that nothing happened: "Where are you going?"
Ling Cang handed the driver a card, and the driver drove the car to a private aviation club in the suburbs of Beijing according to the address on it.
This private club is very large, with more than 20 sports aircraft of various types parked on the long runway, and planes take off and land from time to time.
The development of aviation sports in China has always been difficult, with restrictions everywhere. If you want to fly, you need to apply for approval from the civil aviation and the air force. The process is quite cumbersome and takes at least half a month. In the past, flying could only be done secretly, that is, The so-called "black flying" aviation clubs also mostly exist in underground forms.
Not long ago, the country loosened controls on low-altitude areas, and this club was established as soon as possible, mainly for the wealthy class in Beijing and nearby areas who like extreme sports.
Long Jianyue had received invitations to this club before, but had never been there once. She liked extreme sports, but she was a little reluctant to fly, not because she was afraid, but because it reminded her of something.
Ling Cang looked at the plane on the tarmac and asked thoughtfully: "Do you dare to fly to the sky?"
"Who flies the plane,"
"I,"
"You," Long Jianyue couldn't help laughing, feeling that Ling Cang was very happy.
"you do not believe,"
"It's up to you," Long Jianyue stopped laughing and questioned, "Do you have a license? How many hours of flying experience do you have?"
"I have a license. I passed the exam not long after I got my ID card. At that time, the person who arranged it with my father pushed hard to get the approval. It cost hundreds of thousands of yuan," Ling shrugged. Cang added: "I like the feeling of flying through the clouds, but now I can only fly single-engine small planes,"
"real,"
"Of course," Ling Cang nodded solemnly: "As for your flying experience, you will know once you get on the plane."
No matter how she looked at it, Long Jianyue felt that Ling Cang was bragging. She couldn't understand how Ling Yang, who had been pragmatic all his life, gave birth to a son who enjoyed bragging: "Your father also likes flying very much and owns several private jets. , but do you know when he got his pilot license?"
"have no idea,"
"Twenty-five years old." Due to the relationship with Ling Yang, Long Jianyue knew a lot about flying: "No matter how old you are, it will be difficult for you to complete theoretical studies based on your basic knowledge and understanding."
It is best to train pilots from an early age. The Air Force recruitment meeting is open to junior high school graduates, but being successfully recruited does not necessarily mean that you will become a pilot. If you want to truly fly, you will have to go through a long period of study. More importantly, the military trains pilots. The environment and atmosphere are difficult to replicate, so private training of pilots requires more effort.