Chapter 170 Live from the Heart and Die from the Heart
Kuang Maoqi is in big trouble this time. He can't even get rid of it by jumping into the Yellow River. In Li Huqiu's words, the turtle calf is completely ruined this time. If his pants are stained with yellow mud, he will get shit even if he doesn't. With the skills of the King of Thieves It was not easy to deliver a kettle to his home. Gao Yuze and Qiao Yunfei, reminded by the "good Samaritan Guo Shenyang", found Kuang Maoqi's home at lightning speed. Both people took the stolen goods, and Kuang Maoqi's reputation was ruined. If it were not for him and Gao Yihe's relationship is unusual, and this matter will never be settled by losing money. Such stupid behavior as pledging someone's guarantee and exchanging treasures privately is a bit unbelievable for him. But Gao Yuze and Qiao Yunfei are indeed there. The small stone cold spring kettle was found in his home. No matter how many mysteries there were in it, no one would be interested in pursuing the root cause.
Afterwards, Gao Yuze and Qiao Yunfei found someone to investigate Li Huqiu's details. After just the beginning of the investigation, they suddenly received a call from their father. They were severely scolded and warned to stay away from other people's affairs and use power to bully others. Don't do stupid things again, and stay as far away from that Li Huqiu as possible. Qiao Yunfei relied on his father's usual love for him and asked a few words, but he was scolded again. This time he learned his lesson and didn't dare to do it again. He asked. But he made up his mind to grab Kuang Maoqi's soft persimmon and squeeze it enough.
In the evening, in the courtyard, under the crabapple tree, Liang Sihan and Li Huqiu each held a book and read it. The sky gradually fell, and the light was no longer enough for Liang Sihan. He closed the book, took off his reading glasses, and rubbed the Rubbing his eyes, he silently looked at the young man in front of him. Young people are always free from willfulness. Even though this child has experienced too many encounters that ordinary people will never encounter in their lifetime, and his tenacity and sophistication have been tempered for a long time, he still cannot help but do things. Too much Meng Lang.
Li Huqiu felt the old gentleman's gaze, closed the book, and said with a smile: "I understand what Sir asked me to read this book. If the husband does not fight, the world will not be able to fight with him. This is the truth... Well, I I still can’t understand it. I grew up in the world and have seen too many evil things. I never believe that good and evil will be rewarded in the end. A few years ago, I met an old policeman named Chen Dewang. He was a good man, but he didn't get any good rewards when he arrived. His whole family was killed by an old cripple, but the law he once believed in couldn't avenge him. In the end, he had to rely on violence to fight violence to settle the hatred in his heart. , growing up, I have seen too many such examples, so I only believe in the flying knife in my hand. As for the laws of nature and law, in the eyes of people like me, they are all nonsense."
The devil will not be punished, and the law will be ignored. This world has never been as beautiful as an angel, so please don’t ask me to purify my soul to the level of an angel. You didn’t fight, but you were ruined by Kuang Maoqi. If I fought, I would not only be cheated. Kuang Maoqi still earns what he needs. This is the nature of the world. Everyone has his own way. You are not wrong, and I am not wrong. Those who firmly believe in the law of heaven and the supremacy of legal principles are also right. What is wrong is that we are in the target Under the premise of consistency, one should not try to influence each other. So I looked carefully at what you asked me to do, but it was of no use.
Liang Sihan listened quietly. He was unable to argue with Li Huqiu's words. It was not because he was short of words, but because he knew that this young man's mind was already mature. He would not listen to it even if his tongue was full of flowers. "Can you tell me about it?" What is your Tao?" The old gentleman was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked.
Li Huqiu stood up and refilled a glass of water for him, poured another glass for himself, took a big sip, and said: "My way? Drink when you are thirsty, eat when you are hungry, sleep when you are sleepy, and go with what you like."
Chase, shovel a few shovels when you see an uneven road, and live from your heart. This is my way."
Liang Sihan suddenly remembered the young man's embarrassing life experience, and thought about how in that world where the north wind was howling and the weather was freezing, how could a little child grow up? How could a person who grew up in such an environment accept the fact that it was inevitable?
The theory of struggle? Facing the alert deer in the north wind, what choice would the hungry wolf make? The old man suddenly felt that what he was doing was a bit redundant. Everything in the world has its own choice. If he wanted to go astray, he would have gone his own way.
It was a disaster for the world. But at the moment, this young man who had developed extraordinary skills in the north wind and snowy fields was sitting in front of him in a formal manner. Li Huqiu was Li Huqiu, and he had his own way in his heart.
Ordinary people also know how to respect teachers, respect the elderly, and love the virtuous. Such people no longer need to do useless work.
"You disappeared for so long after Yang Mucheng's death. What were you busy with?" He added, "If it's not convenient, you don't have to say it. When you get older, you can't keep silent and always want to make inquiries."
Li Huqiu was stunned for a moment, wondering where the old man was coming from, and why he didn't discuss the previous topic again. He had nothing to hide from Liang Sihan, so he recounted what happened a while ago. When it came to Ba
When the mausoleum was probably stolen by Zhang Yongbao, he noticed that the old gentleman was obviously moved, and he could tell that he was very worried.
After listening for a long time, Liang Sihan sighed: "Brother Yan is really well-intentioned!" He was silent for a long time before asking: "So the cultural relics in that boat are still there. Balingzhu is lost, those
People can retrieve the national treasures from the sunken ship at any time?"
Li Huqiu said: "That's not necessarily the case. The person who stole Balingzhu is not an ordinary person. The national treasure in the eyes of ordinary people is not worth anything in his eyes. The reason why this person did it should be because Wang Bingjian had some kind of kindness to him.
Therefore, before Wang Bingjian is rescued, the man will probably not take any further action."
Liang Sihan was immediately happy when he heard this, and then worried. With a mixture of joy and sorrow, he looked at Li Huqiu expectantly, but in the end he still did not say what was in his heart.
The two suddenly fell into a situation where they had nothing to talk about. After a long silence, Li Huqiu was finally willing to look into the old man's expectant eyes, nodded and said: "I will go to Yongcheng tomorrow. As far as I know, Wang Bingjian is being guarded very tightly.
, even if Zhang Yongbao has extraordinary abilities, there is no way he can be saved."
For Wang Bingjian, who has been imprisoned in an underground cell for nearly two months, morning light is a very luxurious thing. Although he is dizzy and nauseated at the moment, when the first ray of morning light shines through the emergency vehicle window, he
He still squinted greedily and crawled into the light curtain, trying his best to let his body be illuminated by the light. The sun shining on his arms did not add much warmth. But he vaguely felt that it was particularly comfortable there. Suddenly,
He felt as if he had returned to the past. The girl named Vanilla died in this morning light. That hypocrite Yan Funong wanted to say that she liked me. If she liked me, how could she block me for Yan Funong?
Bullets fired? If she loved me, why would she torment me with a lifetime of guilt?
Everything is fake, the friendship of vanilla is fake, the feeling of warmth is fake, only the endless treasures are real, only defeating that person and trampling him under your feet forever until you die can't stand up is real.
, and only then would Vanilla's death be considered in vain. He felt that the fantasies were reborn in front of him, one after another, endlessly. It was as if all the memories of his life were in front of him. A sudden realization came to his mind, what on earth did I eat?
The ambulance had already driven to the main road, surrounded by vehicles driven by escorting national security agents. Before leaving, Deputy Director Zhou, who was mainly responsible for guarding the suspects, made careful arrangements. From the selection of the escort route to the accompanying guards, everything was carefully selected.
Such preventive measures can be said to be foolproof. Chief Zhong Dajun, who was in charge of the escort mission, looked at the motorcycle about to overtake outside the window and thought casually: Unless there is an insider who leaks the news.
Suddenly, what happened in front of him stunned him in shock! First, the bulletproof glass of the car shattered, and then he saw his back. Then the motorcycle rider got into their car. The agent who was driving
Xiao Zhang had no time to react before he was thrown out of the car by the man. Only then did Zhong Dajun suddenly realize that his neck had been broken by this man and he was already a dead man.
The car seemed to be going crazy and quickly caught up with the ambulance. Before the medical staff and a national security agent responsible for caring for Wang Bingjian in the car understood what the urgent shouting on the walkie-talkie was about, someone suddenly opened the back door of the ambulance from the outside.
Take it away. Not open it but take it away. The door flew out and directly hit a National Security Bureau vehicle that was chasing after it. Only then did the people in the emergency vehicle clearly see the demon-like man in front of them with a beard and body.
He was shaped like a tiger, with huge eyes like lamps. Before these people could distinguish the appearance of the big man's nose and mouth, the man had already picked up the patient on the bed, jumped out of the car, and jumped off the overpass amidst the gunfire.
After dodging passing vehicles, he disappeared into the woods near the overpass after three or five landings. The whole process took less than a minute.
Yan Funong and Zhou Qingyun rushed to the messy scene together. Two people died and no one was injured. The demon-like figure must be Zhang Yongbao. Is this the legendary power beyond the world? More than thirty outstanding agents, each
A man with excellent marksmanship, but such an escort team was so vulnerable to that man. What could such a man use to fight against him?
Even though Yan Funong was in a heavy mood, he still asked: "Who arranged the escort route?" He did not ask how Wang Bingjian got sick, nor did he ask what had happened to Wang Bingjian in the recent period. But he grasped the key points right away.
, Zhang Yongbao is a martial arts master, not a god. He does not know how to make clever calculations. Someone must have leaked the escort time and route. This was a carefully planned prisoner robbery.
Zhou Qingyun said in a deep voice: "It was set by Dajun himself, and I agreed to approve it."
Yan Funong approached Zhong Dajun's body and looked at this young and vigorous face. His eyes were still wide open. He didn't know whether it was because he was unwilling or because he died too suddenly. It was definitely not him! Yan Funong said secretly in his heart. But no.
Who could he be? Maybe one of the escorts. He thought of Wang Bingjian's actions in the past few days after his arrest. That old fox was already prepared! Yan Funong blamed himself sadly. I should have thought of him.
Zhou Qingyun was strangely calm at that time. Zhou Qingyun approached him and said softly: "Brother Yan, people cannot be resurrected. Please give me my condolences. You are already retired. If it weren't for the fact that the person who escaped was Wang Bingjian, we would never do it again.
Excuse me, old man."
Yan Funong suddenly raised his head and glanced at Zhou Qingyun meaningfully, and asked: "You seem to be sixty this year? In a blink of an eye, you will reach the age of retirement."
Zhou Qingyun nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, even I have become old in a blink of an eye. I still remember following you and participating in the revolution in a daze when I was a child. It seems like it was yesterday. We have been around us all these years.
How many people have left. I never thought that you and I could still live until the day of retirement. But you have completely retired. I will probably retire after I finish this case. Now the country is all about rejuvenation."
Yan Funong looked at the grove not far away and asked softly: "How was the control established? There are basically no residents in this area. It is not easy for the suspect to hide with someone. Are the main traffic routes around here set up with traffic jams?"
He added: "The suspect is not an ordinary person, so don't let go of some desolate marginal areas. Have you notified the comrades of the Public Security Department?" Zhou Qingyun said: "Everyone has been notified, and the people from the provincial department have also placed control, but they are here.
It’s a bit late, and the containment of many fringe areas was not very timely, especially in the south where there was basically no control, and the comrades from the Public Security Department were still rushing there.”
Zhang Yongbao hugged Wang Bingjian and ran all the way. Thinking about what the man told him, don't take the existing path, don't stop, go all the way south, and it will be safe if you run to the mountains in the south. Then he will think of a way to leave the mainland. He
He believed what that person said, because Uncle Wang asked him to believe that person. Although he was eager to rescue Wang Bingjian, he still did not dare to run with all his strength. He was worried that the seventy-year-old man could no longer bear such a bumpy situation. He still remembered that time when Wang Bingjian
How did Uncle Wang treat their family. They were really hungry at that time, and people all over the country did not have enough to eat. Without Uncle Wang, their whole family would have starved to death for a long time. Zhang Yongbao will never forget the faces of those who died of hunger in his life.
If it weren't for Uncle Wang, he, his brother and their parents would all be like those people. Therefore, this kindness is greater than heaven! No matter what Uncle Wang wants to do, he just wants to protect him and help the old man realize his wish. He now
He is a great master of perfection and a figure like a land god, but in front of Uncle Wang, he is still the wild child who is tortured by hunger and eats live mice.
There was a small river in front of him. He had been running for more than thirty miles continuously. Although he was far from tired, he felt that the condition of the old man in his arms was extremely bleak. So he wanted to stop and walk by the river.
Feed the old man saliva while feeding him, or use a wet towel to help him wake up.
The water in the river was very cool. Zhang Yongbao tore off a piece of his clothes. After getting wet, he came to Wang Bingjian, squeezed out the water from his clothes, and dripped it on the old man's face and lips. Wang Bingjian had no reaction. Grandmaster Yuan Cheng had already felt this.
Something was wrong, but he still refused to give up. He stretched out his big hands like cattail leaf fans and massaged the old man's chest. The dark energy that could crack gold and stone became a good medicine to save people. When Zhang Yongbao's nose started to sweat,
Wang Bingjian finally woke up. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. Zhang Yongbao frowned and watched him close his mouth and eyes a little bit. Finally he couldn't hold it back and roared angrily. He didn't
He knew what Wang Bingjian was going to say before he died, but he knew very well that Uncle Wang's death must be related to that person!
In a small earthen house not far from where Wang Bingjian died, three people were quietly witnessing everything that happened there. One of them looked very similar to Zhang Yongbao and was saying in stiff Italian: "Sai.
Mr. Muse, that person is my brother, and Balingzhu is on him." The blond Western man next to him nodded, and looked back at the black-haired, blue-eyed man who was chained behind him and covered in black hair.
The man from Warcraft said something in a low voice, and then led him out.
ps: Many new friends have joined. I would like to say a few words about the update. My upload time is uncertain, so the update time is also uncertain. In terms of quantity, it is usually one chapter. The number of words mainly depends on the recovery of the physical condition.
.However, four thousand words is the minimum bottom line. If it is published, we will try to increase it to five thousand words.