Lin Ling has always been a smart girl.www She told Zhao Yilong that if you go, don’t come to me again, but Zhao Yilong still followed Li Huqiu out of the classroom door, so Lin Ling swallowed what she just said and ran away.
Come out. When she said to Zhao Yilong, "I have to watch you," it was as if the harsh words just now had never come out of her mouth. Zhao Yilong didn't say anything, and just held her little hand tightly.
One of the signs that a man begins to mature is to let go of what he is obsessed with. The beginning of a woman's maturity is to deal with men rationally with a sentimental heart. This is not a good thing for women. Once a woman matures, her youthful aura will disappear.
It will begin to fade, and the charm of women will also weaken. Therefore, women must not be mature in front of the man they love. It is best to hide a wise heart like Zhuo Wenjun, but to always be stupid and naive in front of Sima Xiangru.
Attractive woman.
Li Huqiu turned around and smiled at the big-eyed girl, and then told Zhao Yilong that when he was fine, he could take Lin Ling to the mansion in Qingtian Town to have a look.
There were two women standing at the end of the corridor, one older and the other younger with a big belly. Judging by their posture, they seemed to be Mr. Cheng’s wife and mother-in-law. Li Huqiu came to the door of the dean’s office in two steps and pushed open the door.
He walked straight in through the ajar door. The dean was in the hospital when Brother Xiaohu entered school. After he came back from the hospital, Brother Xiaohu went to Nanyang again. He stayed there for more than half a year, but he always had a penny-pinching relationship.
The reason why the dean was hospitalized that day was very bad. At first, he wanted to help Lin Ling with individual counseling. Lin Ling felt that it was unnecessary because the dean, who liked to write a few lines of bad poems, liked to provide individual counseling to female students.
After tutoring, the nickname "old pervert in clothes" had already spread in the liberal arts college. As a result, Lin Ling failed to tutor but attracted Zhao Yilong, beat him up and sent him to the hospital. This matter had long been known to the students
It became a legend by word of mouth, and Li Huqiu had heard about it for a long time.
The dean has been dealing with the young teacher in front of him, and the truth is still the same as the old saying. The house has been divided, you can't let me collect the key again? Besides, you are qualified to enjoy the treatment of room allocation, others also have it, you have difficulties, others have the same
It’s not easy either. Cheng Xuedong wanted to use Zhao Wei, a bachelor, as an example to prove his grievances. Before he could say anything, he was blocked by the dean. Okay, Xiao Cheng, stop talking. The organization already knows about your difficulties.
, but there are indeed organizational difficulties. We will have another meeting to study the matter of room allocation, and we will try to give you a satisfactory explanation. Cheng Xuedong refused, insisting on giving an explanation now, and implicitly pointed out that the dean had plagiarized his work on the Warring States Period.
The dean suddenly became angry because of the incident of laughing at history. He was about to get angry when Li Huqiu opened the door and walked in.
"Who are you? Which class are you in?" The dean's voice was high, and his white hair looked like a scholar, but it had nothing to do with Hao Shou Qiong Jing or anything like that. They were all obtained by schemers. He plagiarized Cheng Xuedong's works.
So far, only Cheng Xuedong and himself know about the matter. In his opinion, Cheng Xuedong is easy to deal with, because this young man sees things very clearly, but he is not a gangster. He always has a face that cannot be wiped away when encountering things.
He can be silenced by verbal abuse. In comparison, these impulsive students are difficult to deal with. They speak unscrupulously and lack the fear of authority. Even female students do not like their teachers as much as before.
Personal tutoring. When I think of these deans, I get angry and shout angrily: "I'm asking you a question about that student!"
The King of Thieves turned a deaf ear to the dean's questions. He only stared at Cheng Xuedong quietly, and suddenly felt a love for talents. This person has a natural intuition about the nature of things. But he lacks execution ability and is a typical counselor type.
Although the talent cannot be called a Shaoxing master who was in charge of everything from Jiuqing to Xiancao. After looking at it, he said: "Follow me and get rid of this bitch."
Leave it to him. If you don’t have a house, I’ll give you a house. If you think of it, I’ll give it to you. I just want you to be knowledgeable and loyal. In this fucking age, and you meet such a fucking dean, what’s wrong?
Unfortunately for you, you are lucky to have met me. As long as you nod your head, you will no longer have to follow these stinky rules based on seniority."
Ever since he became a disciple of Zhang Yongbao, Zhao Yilong seemed to have entered another world. The famous thief king in the world was his schoolmate and now his leading brother. He was inextricably fascinated by this world. Li Hu
The three words "Qiu" have long replaced the basketball emperor in his heart in the past. What did Brother Tiger mean when he said that he would hand over this stupid dean to him? Zhao Yilong walked towards the dean with a cold face. Brother Hu did not say how to deal with this person.
, is he free to express himself? Lin Ling did not try to stop Zhao Yilong, but turned her pleading eyes to Li Huqiu.
Li Huqiu smiled at the big-eyed girl and said to Zhao Yilong: "If you have only learned the ability to beat people after being with me for so long, then from tomorrow onwards you might as well stop going to school and live with your master. One finger.
Dean, he went on to say: This person is trying to gain fame and reputation, and he has a low character. I don’t want to see him again in this school. You have to figure out what to do.” After that, he asked Cheng Xuedong, who was standing aside blankly, “Mr. Cheng, where are we going?
How do you choose?" After saying that, he turned around and walked out. He didn't say a word to the dean from the beginning to the end.
Cheng Xuedong looked at the energetic Li Huqiu in front of him. The thief king in front of him at this moment had a sophisticated temperament that was definitely not for his age. Just as Li Huqiu said about him, Cheng Xuedong was a visionary planner who could judge people and things.
They all have their own tricks. He chose to believe Li Huqiu but not this brief encounter. There have been some scattered rumors about the mysterious man in front of him in the school. For example, the Phoenix Queen said a few words to him when she made a big fuss in the School of Economics that day.
, and for example, the downfall of Niu Zhigang and Bai Wenbo was also due to his handiwork. The most direct proof of the strength of the young people in front of him was Zhao Yilong who followed him, the former number one school bully of Yongda University. I think back to the time when Brother Yilong entered the school with a majestic appearance.
Boom, he punched the hairless tiger Niu Zhigang, kicked the old dean of the liberal arts college, and killed everyone without getting hurt. But now he is willing to follow this young man, just like a follower who reads newspapers and delivers water. What a kind of person he is.
The characters can be understood by inference. Teacher Cheng, who has not yet reached the age where he is too mature to give up his iron job, has made a decision in his heart! He followed Li Huqiu and caught up.
"Treat yourself as a nobleman of your country," Cheng Xuedong chased him to Huqiu, standing there and not knowing where to start.
Li Huqiu waved his hand and said: "Although I asked you just to let you talk more, it's not the right time yet. I know that your hometown is a Xiang family in Shaoxing. Judging from your historical background and perspective of analyzing things,
, I must have a foundation in curtain studies. I can use your skills, but those old-school rules followed by Shaoxing masters are completely unnecessary for me. If you think my statement is reliable, we might as well walk out of that door now.
, come back to my place and have a good talk, I am very optimistic that you will do something good here."
The dean chased him out of the office and shouted: "That student, stop! Who do you think you are? Why do you say those things to me? Do you think you can scare me with just two big words? That's not it.
Do you rely on your family's power or two riches? I've seen a lot in my life, a junior like you who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. I've experienced ten years of catastrophes, three evils and five evils. I've never been to a mountain or a factory, and I've been criticized.
Fighting is also about me teasing others. Why do you dare to challenge me, you little brat?"
Dare to speak rudely to Brother Hu? Zhao Yilong's face darkened, and the violence factor in his body broke out. Li Huqiu looked at him with a cold expression and said, "Don't forget what I told you." He also said: People have the instinct to fight even when trapped, what I asked you to do just now
Tai Jue left no room for him to change, so he put on such a desperate posture, but in fact he was already scared. To deal with a scoundrel who has already risked his life, you rush up and knock him down with one punch.
It is equivalent to providing him with an opportunity to continue to act like a gangster. You can figure out what to do on your own. When the matter is done, just tell Teacher Cheng.
Cheng Xuedong's daughter-in-law and mother-in-law saw him coming out of the dean's office, and then saw the dean rushing out and scolding him with no regard for scholarly etiquette. It was not obvious that things had gone wrong. The quiet wife didn't say anything, but Biao
But the fierce mother-in-law immediately got angry and led her daughter to greet her, shouting: "Cheng Xuedong! Are you a man?" Mr. Cheng's wife gently pulled her mother's sleeve aside, hoping that she would not embarrass the man too much.
She was full of complaints in her heart. Although she didn't want to get rich when she married him, she was very optimistic about his talent at the beginning. She thought that it was only a matter of time before such a man would hide his talent sooner or later. In order to marry him, she ignored her single parents.
Her mother tried her best to obstruct her and even gave up the opportunity to return to her hometown to take the civil service exam. She has been married for three years now and is pregnant with Liujia, but they don’t even have a fixed place to stay. Several mountains of reality are pressing down on her.
Her romantic longings had long been suppressed and crushed. She looked at the man with resentment, but Cheng Xuedong did not dare to look at her. He pinned his hopes on the young man he was meeting for the first time.
Li Huqiu spoke, "Mr. Cheng is now the senior assistant to the chairman of the China Freedom Foundation. No later than this afternoon, the staff of the foundation will give him the key to a 180-square-meter apartment in the core of the city.
The procedures related to property rights were sent to my house. Mr. Cheng is talented and is an important think tank hired by our Liberty Society with a large sum of money. I entrust you with all the details of his life." Poor and humble couples suffer from all things, and the most basic bottom line of life is
It's hard to guarantee anything, and any relationship is a castle in the air. The leader of the Liberty Society ended Mr. Cheng's family dispute with just one mouthful.
As he grows older, has more experience and knowledge, Li Huqiu's ideas are also maturing. He was particularly deeply touched after fighting against Nie Moko and Moumen twice a while ago. At that time, he viewed things with the spirit of the heart.
The nature of the society can only be seen in the slightest change. He repeatedly defeated Niemoko's clever schemes and defeated the strong with the weak and continuously defeated Moumen. But to this day, the Free Society is still at an absolute disadvantage in the face of the behemoth Moumen. It is as if Moumen was the original one.
A bear, Free Society is like a young tiger. The old bear thought it was a bargain. When he came over to compare, he found that the young tiger was a spiritual beast with deep roots and was difficult to deal with. But the old bear sitting on 800 tons of gold was always an old bear.
, the little tiger wants to swallow the old bear, which is nothing more than a fool's dream.
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At the mansion in Qingtian Town, Mr. Cheng, who had just arrived in Guijing, spent some time understanding the structure of the Free Society and Li Huqiu's ideals. At the same time, he also saw the master thief skills of the old thief Xia Zhaer, Nina's exquisite cooking skills, and... There was the peerless charm of Ms. Chen Lili, the president of the China Freedom Foundation. He also knew that the seven brothers of the Freedom Society were all monsters from the old world, and each had their own abilities. These people each had their own specialties, but they all used surprise to win. The Free Society needs to develop, and if it wants to expand into a sect as majestic and powerful as Moumen, it needs a combination of right and wrong. The leader recruits him as a national scholar to make up for the right character that the Free Society currently lacks!
One day in mid-April, Mr. Cheng wanted to have a good talk with Da Longtou and his brothers at home.
Under the grape trees, Li Huqiu, Shenyang, Shang Nan and Cheng Xuedong sat in a circle.
The King of Thieves spoke first: "Mr. Cheng has been a member of the Free Society for some time. In name to the outside world, he is the assistant to the chairman of the Freedom Foundation. In fact, he is the senior counselor I invited. The seven brothers of the Free Society, the old enemy, went to Yanjing to help To give birth to a helper, Bailang went to Europe to help Handsome Five. The remaining three brothers are all here. If Mr. Cheng has anything to say today, feel free to speak freely. We are barely uneducated people. You can speak more plainly. , we can still understand it clearly."
Cheng Xuedong made a shocking statement when he opened his mouth: "King of thieves, the end of you and the Free Society is coming soon!" This is called big talk, and it was a common tactic used by Shaoxing masters in the past. They used shocking words to preempt others and silence the proprietor. Among the three people sitting there, Shen Yang frowned, Shang Nan opened his mouth, but Li Huqiu remained calm, nodded and encouraged: "Well, that's very well said. This makes Xu You somewhat interested in entering Cao's camp." ." Cheng Xuedong smiled bitterly and said: "The effect I actually want is that Crouching Dragon Crosses the River East." Li Huqiu said: "It's the same. Anyway, both of them were shocked by your words. I cultivate the Divine Way of the Heart, so Even if the thunder from the sky is ringing in my ears, it is difficult to move my heart. Mr. Cheng, I know that you are a knowledgeable person. As for employing people without doubt, I believe that your ability can help our brothers, so you can express your feelings directly. Show your abilities that are different from ours."
The joke has been told, and if you continue to be poor, you will lose the context of discussing the truth under the tree. Cheng Xuedong decided to get down to the topic and said seriously: "First of all, I would like to ask the three free societies what is their ideal?"
Shen Yang said: "Establishing a new order in the Jianghu, in layman's terms, means dominating the Jianghu, and then letting all Jianghu people live their lives according to our will."
Shang Nan said: "Be chivalrous and upright, eliminate violence and bring peace and justice!"
Li Huqiu had discussed his thoughts with Cheng Xuedong more than once, so he said nothing. Cheng Xuedong nodded and said: "It's an admirable wish, but unfortunately almost no one has realized it throughout the ages." Li Huqiu said: "The world is too big. Cheng Xuedong shook his head and said: "That's not the reason." He added: "The name of the King of Thieves is resounding throughout the world, and he is the target of imitation by many people in the world. But how many people in the world really know you? So influence is very important. Fantastic, if you want them to follow our principles, you don't need everyone in the world to know you. The key is to see how much reputation you can gain in the world, such as the Provincial Provincial Conference held by Moumen this time. , after a grand event, Moumen’s reputation is at its peak, who among all walks of life in China can’t help but give a thumbs up to praise others’ pomp and circumstance? This is an act of great prestige.”
Shen Yang praised: "That's good. A high reputation can not only attract more talents, but can even make the temple masters fearful."
Cheng Xuedong said: "Mr. Shen is right! The ultimate purpose of making money is to spend money. In today's society, prestige can be bought with money. I think the first thing the Free Society must learn is how to buy it with money. Reputation. Most of you brothers are good at making money, but none of you know how to spend money."
Li Huqiu said: "I am a low-key person and don't like to be public and famous."
Cheng Xuedong said: "It doesn't matter. In fact, it's better for you to do this. Hiding behind the scenes and not arousing jealousy is suitable for your status as the king of thieves. In fact, I think it's better for the young lady Li Li to spend money to buy prestige on behalf of the Free Society. Candidate."
Li Huqiu smiled and said: "Heroes see the same thing."
Cheng Xuedong added: "Prestige alone is not enough. Strength is the first priority. Hard and soft strength must be enhanced. Military affairs are not what I am good at. I believe no one is more proficient in this aspect than you, Mr. Monk. I only want to say Soft power, what is soft power? In fact, to put it bluntly, it means connections, talents, and mouthpieces.”
"What are connections? In China, connections mean making friends with officials. Once you have connections, you will have a steady stream of money-making channels, and you can buy greater prestige. Just like when Bao Sihang caught up with Taizong, the first great god in the world, not only did he His career has reached a higher level, and he himself has cleared up his underworld background and become one of the top wealthy family heads in Asia."
He also said: "The talent I am talking about here is actually just a concept. If you are good at employing people, there will be no unavailable people in the world. If you are short on employing people, there will be no unavailable talents. As long as the reputation of the Free Society rises, it will be like a job search, and it will naturally gather people. Talents from all over the world are at my disposal. When a certain number of talents are gathered, it will cause turmoil in all directions, and there will be many followers. This is what a true chaebol hegemon should have, just like today's world-famous Mitsui, Morgan and others.
Shen Yang said: "The last mouthpiece must be public opinion and the media."
Cheng Xuedong nodded and said: "Yes, it is public opinion and various media. How to deal with the media? How to establish its own media organization? If the Free Society wants to become the overlord of the world, an organization that is free from the system and not affected by the rules, it must It is necessary to establish a good reputation among the people. Only the people's will can make any political power fearful."
Then he asked Li Huqiu: "Longtou, from what you can see, how many of the three things I mentioned do Free Society possess?"
Li Huqiu nodded and said: "I understand. The Free Society needs to have people in the court, run many industries and gather many talents, and have a good relationship with the media. It is best to have its own mouthpiece. To earn money, you need to learn how to use it correctly." Flowers need to be bought to buy prestige and influence."
Cheng Xuedong said: "The most important thing is connections. There are people in the court who can do things well."
Li Huqiu said: "I do have people in the imperial court, and I dare say that there are not many people in the world who can match him. But the old man is old after all, and I am worried that he may not be able to rely on him for long. There is another close relative who is young and powerful, but looking at the current situation, The competitors he faces are many and very powerful. Once the old man falls, how much he can accomplish depends on human efforts."
Shang Nan said: "We also need a strong force, enough to deal a devastating blow to any Jianghu sect."
Li Huqiu said: "The two of us plus Uncle Bao are only three people. You and I both know that the hardships a martial artist has to put in to gain entry into the palace is by no means an overnight success. How many ready-made martial arts masters can join the free society?"
We started from scratch?" He paused and said, "Unless he can change his career to help you and me."
Cheng Xuedong and Shen Yang asked in unison: "Who?"
Shang Nan said: "Yan Dongyang!"
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It's cold in spring and the wind is blowing hard. People who get up early to go to work are walking on Chang'an Avenue with their necks hunched. This is an ordinary morning in the capital. A few seconds later, with the sound of a gunshot, this morning will no longer be ordinary. One person, two long and one short
A gun, a video camera, the death of more than twenty living lives, the mysterious figure flying past at lightning speed, and the shot that was like a fairy from the sky. This early morning created the most shocking headlines in the world.
A bus specially used by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to pick up the children of envoys stationed abroad was approaching in the wind. Not far away, a North American Sky TV crew was preparing their machines. Their original intention was to capture the busy crowds in the ancient capital of China in the early morning. The lens cover of the camera
It had just been opened, and a staff member was installing the bracket, and the host of the feature film was holding a microphone to check the sound.
Suddenly, an urgent and shrill sound of braking was heard. People on the street quickly followed the sound and looked around. They saw an orange Xiali car coming from north to south at high speed. The car suddenly braked suddenly while driving at high speed and hit the road flat.
Flying out. Along with the harsh sound of brakes, people seemed to hear a gunshot. A man in camouflage military uniform pushed the door and jumped out of the flying Xiali, holding an August 1 submachine gun in his hand. That sound
The gunshot was fired at the moment he jumped out of the Xiali. At the same time, on the other side of the highway guardrail, on the oncoming Ministry of Foreign Affairs bus, the driver was shot in the throat and was suffocated to death by his own blood.
Before the bus stopped, he used his last remaining energy to step on the brakes. Unfortunately, his final brave move was quickly proven to be a mistake, because as soon as the bus stopped, the submachine gun in the soldier's hand went off again. Bang bang! Bang bang.
!In the continuous rhythm, Saeed, a diplomat from a certain Middle Eastern country, and his thirteen-year-old son died on the spot. Also dead with the poor father and son were the Japanese ambassador’s wife and two children. The gunfire continued,
In an instant, twenty-one more people were shot in the car. The horrific killings continued. The most desperate thing was that every person who was shot was shot in the head. The perpetrator held up a gun and shot coldly.
The glass fragments of the bus flew everywhere with the blood and brains of the people on the bus. In the blink of an eye, the bus became a hell on earth.
After reacting from the shock and horror, North American Sky TV cameraman Matthew Edward focused the camera on the scene of the incident as quickly as possible. In the camera, the soldier did not flee in panic after completing the massacre. He carried
Holding the submachine gun, he turned around and glanced at the cameraman, his eyes full of gloom and despair. Then he walked swaggering on the street. It wasn't until the rapid sound of alarm bells from the side and rear heard that the man suddenly turned around and pointed the gun at the roaring man with one hand.
The approaching police car fired a shot. The whole action from turning around after hearing the sound to shooting took less than half a second. After the gunshot, the police car immediately lost control. Wherever people could see, the policeman driving the car had his face covered with blood.
Blood lay on the steering wheel.
Nick Anderson, the director of the film crew, asked Matthew Edwards in a trembling voice, had it been filmed? After receiving the latter's affirmative reply, he shouted excitedly: "Keep filming, film as much as possible before the Republic's security department arrives, and then
Leave the videotape to me, and the others will go back and prepare the equipment needed for satellite transmission. Gentlemen, what we have to do is to race against time, hurry up, and take action."
The gunman heard Nick Anderson's voice and looked back indifferently. All the members of the film crew suddenly became nervous. The gunman had turned back. He seemed to be intentionally condoning the filming behavior of the film crew without making any expression. Continue.
He walked forward calmly, only occasionally turning back to glance at the cameraman Matthew Edward. There was a smile on his lips, perhaps because he was lucky enough to have a camera crew here just before self-destruction.
Witnessing the gunman's accurate marksmanship and brutal killing, Matthew could hardly dare to look into the gunman's eyes. All he could do was set up the camera and focus on the scene, then close his eyes and mouth to God.
Praying: To my Lord Jesus, because of your love, I am far away from the devil. It is you who give me courage and dignity. Under your glorious protection, I will be fearless. The alarm bell rang again, interrupting the horse.
Xiu's prayer, in his lens, the gunman looked back instantly, raised his hand and fired again, the police car's tires rubbed against the ground, making a long and shrill sound, and the driver could clearly be seen in the lens being shot hard in the head.
He lay back on the seat. Still holding the gun with one hand, he hit the target with one shot. The difference was that after the gunshot, he used his other hand to remove the magazine. The interval was only milliseconds, and the second shot
The sound was heard again. In the passenger seat of the police car, another police officer who was about to shoot was shot twice between the eyebrows and died on the spot!
At this point, the gunman could no longer move forward calmly. From the time he fired the first shot at the bus driver to this moment, in less than five minutes, the entire street had been blocked. A dozen anti-riot vehicles had not stopped in front of him.
As soon as it was stable, countless SWAT police officers with loaded guns jumped out of it. On the other side, the same situation was behind him.
The Chinese police responded very quickly. In order to avoid wasting all their efforts, Matthew quickly handed over the tape he had taken before to Nick Anderson and skillfully installed the new tape. The Chinese soldiers in the camera were not at all moved by the huge formations on both sides of the road.
. He quickly hid behind the cement pier used to set up guardrails in the middle of the road, pulled out a gun from his waist with his left hand, flicked his hand and fired several shots behind him, hitting the legs of the SWAT policemen who were rushing at the front.
He fell to the ground after being shot. Then the Bayi-type submachine gun rang out again. After almost every gunshot, a special policeman who was exposed to the gun fell to the ground. The shot was also in the leg. The gun-wielding soldiers in the camera were in front and behind
Not only were they not timid when being double-teamed, but they used their godlike marksmanship to kill everyone. After a round of gunshots, seven or eight injured SWAT officers fell to the ground, struggling in pain. Several SWAT officers took down the officers under the cover of suppressed fire.
Our injured comrade pulled back to safety. The gunman did not take the opportunity to continue shooting. He leaned on the cement pier and paused for a while before suddenly turning over. The muzzle of the August 1 rifle was pointed at the top of a building across the road.
A shot was fired. Matthew was in a good position. He quickly looked up and could vaguely see a SWAT policeman with a long gun tilting his head and falling down.
The sniper of the SWAT team! After occupying a favorable position, he was shot down by the gunman before he could even shoot!
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was surprised, the gunman lying on the ground jumped up from the ground and jumped onto the guardrail. He threw two magazines in mid-air. Before he could hit the ground, the submachine gun and ****
The magazines were ejected and landed at the same time. The soldier with the gun looked back at the moment he landed and caught the two new magazines with his two guns. The action of changing the magazines was as fast and violent as two dragons going out to sea. In Matthew's eyes, he seemed to be flying over.
The bullets fired by the SWAT officers behind him hit the guardrail, bursting out a string of sparks. After he landed, he didn't stop at all, and rolled. At the same time, the two guns fired again. Matthew quickly turned the camera, and in the sight distance,
A special police officer who slightly extended his head to aim and shoot was hit by a bullet in his helmet and lay down.
The armed soldier jumped into the bus. In an instant, all the gunfire stopped, and only the frightened and hopeless cries of the few surviving foreign children on the bus were left in the world. Matthew's camera only recorded this.
When several plainclothes men approached him, he secretly took out the video tape, dropped the camera and ran away. His target was the Canadian Embassy, which was only a few dozen meters away from the scene.
The operation to suppress gunmen continued. When Matthew ran to the embassy door and threw the videotape to Nick, the gunmen trapped in the car shot down the sniper who occupied another commanding height. What a pity.
He failed to record it. Nick took the videotape and turned around and walked into the embassy. Two minutes later, this unparalleled and shocking killing video material had been sent back to the North American Sky TV headquarters. Matthew, who stayed at the scene to watch the battle with a telescope, was still using
Your own vision records the aftermath of the event.
The gunman already had a hostage in his hands, and his godlike marksmanship was truly terrifying. The SWAT police had no choice but to hide behind bulletproof vehicles and surround him without attacking him. No one was willing to reveal the slightest bit of Matthew's location.
Not more than a hundred meters away from the scene, he heard clearly when the special police officer in charge of the scene shouted to the gunman. Although his Chinese was average, he could still tell that the man was asking the gunman what he wanted. This cold and cruel man
The gunman never said a word from the moment he appeared, as if the sound of gunfire represented his language! One gunshot followed by another, and he fired two shots in succession. After the first gunshot,
, the front wheel of the bulletproof vehicle in which the shouting SWAT captain was hiding was blown out, and the SWAT captain's helmet was exposed in an instant as the height of the car was lowered. Then a second gunshot rang out, and the helmet was blown away by one shot! Matthew looked through the binoculars.
It is very clear that the moment the helmet flew out, the SWAT captain fell backward at the same time, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
On the other side, a Hongqi bulletproof car drove up the road. After it stopped, a middle-aged man got out of the car and said to a person in charge of the SWAT team: "The perpetrator is a special shooter specially trained by a special unit of the army.
, this incident is beyond your capabilities, get out of the way and hand that person over to him." He pointed behind him. The special police officers looked in the direction of the middle-aged man's finger, and saw a military jeep parked quietly.
Behind the red flag car, there was a young soldier sitting in the driver's seat with a grim look on his face.
The SWAT captain stared at the blood-red eyes and gritted his teeth as he looked at the gunman in the bus. The middle-aged man looked at him expressionlessly and said: "I can understand your mood. Two days ago, we also had two comrades.
Sacrificed at his gunpoint, this incident has a huge impact and must be resolved quickly! Let your people get out of the way!" The SWAT captain slammed his fist on the anti-riot vehicle. He waved to signal everyone to get out of the way. As
The SWAT officers moved out of the way, the jeep started, and the driver stepped on the accelerator several times, put it into gear, and suddenly drove towards the bus at full speed.
On the bus, the soldier with the gun heard the roar of the jeep, and within a second he quickly turned around and raised his gun to aim. Matthew could see clearly with the binoculars, and he was so impressed by the soldier's marksmanship that he fell to the ground. Before he wanted to get to the jeep
The driver of the car is probably going to see God. With the marksmanship of a gunman, as long as there is a target, he can 'send' bullets to the target as soon as possible. But I don't know if the poor guy who wants to be a hero is the son of God.
Min. However, what happened next was far beyond his expectation.
The jeep came at lightning speed. It passed the bus in less than a second. Then it suddenly braked suddenly. The driver jumped out of the sunroof, stood on the jeep and fired at the gunman with a gun.
A shot. Bloody light burst out, and a cold plum blossomed on the forehead of the gunman. The sound of the gun echoed in everyone's ears, like the last note of a tragic song. It lingered in people's hearts and lingered for a long time.
He was born humble and died unknown.
It was hard for him to survive his seventeen years in the army, but he could only be proud of his loyalty. With a voluntary abortion and a piece of suicide certificate, he lost hope, abandoned his loyalty and faith, and was left with only a miserable life and full of grief and anger. Now.
, he will use his remaining life and his steel partners who have been with him for seventeen years to let the world get to know him and the loyal souls he represents who were once full of pride and are now reduced to despair.
****
Three days after the shooting incident in the capital, when the silent Yan Dongyang appeared in front of Li Huqiu, the thief king could hardly believe that the decadent and haggard young man in front of him was the boy with the power of a bear who turned the tide in the rainy day and wind.
"Dongyang!" Shang Nan shouted in an excited tone: "Why are you here? Are you on business or are you here specifically to see Brother Hu?"
Yan Dongyang lowered his head and nodded twice. He didn't know whether he had a mission or came to Li Huqiu specifically.
The King of Thieves narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked: "Drink?" Yan Dongyang has never been an expressive person. He is a typical person who is indifferent on the outside and fanatical on the inside. He is more accustomed to hiding his true emotions like an iceberg.
Beneath his appearance, Li Huqiu knew that he had something on his mind, and he also knew that there was only one way for people like him to express their worries. How to relieve his worries? Only Du Kang!
On April 20, a typhoon raged along the southeast coast.
The Kapok was the only ship moored in the harbor. Huge waves hit the ship again and again in the storm, and the water surged up and washed countless bottles of wine on the deck everywhere. The three people sitting on the deck were
The young man seemed unaware.
In the wind and rain, Yan Dongyang's military song was loud and clear. The song he sang was my old squad leader. He sang it over and over again. After singing it, he would drink a bottle of wine. After drinking a bottle of wine, he would shed a tear. When he shed a tear, Li Shang and Li Shang would drink with him.
A bottle of wine. From the beginning to now, none of them said a word to comfort Yan Dongyang, but just drank silently with him in the wind and rain. Yan Dongyang didn't know how to transfer Qi and blood, so Li Shang and Li Shang drank instead of
It was never necessary to pour so much wine into his stomach without controlling it. Shang Nan was already drunk, and Li Huqiu was already half drunk. Yan Dongyang's singing suddenly stopped, and he sat down and snatched the bottle from Shang Nan's hand.
Throw it into the sea.
Li Huqiu asked: "Don't drink anymore?"
Yan Dongyang replied: "I have sung enough and drank happily."
Li Huqiu said: "Okay, now that you've had a good drink, can you tell me what's going on?"
Yan Dongyang's expression was gloomy, his voice was hoarse and his tone was filled with grief and anger: "Brother Hu, I killed my old squad leader with my own hands."
Li Huqiu asked: "Performing a mission?"
Yan Dongyang nodded painfully and said: "He was the former No. 1 fast gun of the special operations division. My marksmanship was taught by my grandfather, but he taught me the fast gun."
"What did he do?"
Yan Dongyang said: "He fought all the way from his hometown to the capital alone and killed many people."
"What did others do to him?"
His sister-in-law was seven months pregnant and was forced to undergo an abortion by the town cadres, resulting in one death and two deaths. After his sister-in-law died, she put her thumbprint on the voluntary abortion form. His daughter, who was only 8 years old, was forced to write a suicide note.
He has been a soldier for seventeen years and has made countless meritorious deeds, just because ****. When he said this, he paused and raised his head and asked Li Huqiu: "Brother Hu, do you know how many levels there are in hell?"
"There are eighteen levels of hell, arranged according to the length of time you suffer and the severity of the punishment. Each hell is twenty times more painful and twice as long as the previous hell. If you fall into the eighteen levels of hell, you will suffer the pain of being cut for thousands of years.
." Li Huqiu read Journey to the West many years ago, and he still remembers it all these years.
Yan Dongyang Su Rong said: No! At least there are nineteen levels of hell in our army, and their names are called special operations divisions. There is an unnamed monument in the special operations division with a sentence engraved on it: No matter how many glories you had in the previous army
Resume, no matter how dazzling you have been, after you come here, you will become an unknown person without a past. Loyalty is everything to you! Continuously improving your abilities and better contributing to the team is the only thing you can do.
! Our troops have no numbers! Our soldiers have no names! We are different from the special forces that are often seen in the newspapers in major military regions and attract endless imagination. In the special operations division, all honors stop here! All extravagant hopes stop here.
Here! All weakness ends here! We have nothing but our loyalty and belief in the motherland, the people, and the party!
Just because of the words on the unknown monument, my old squad leader devoted himself to the motherland in obscurity for seventeen years. He had no honor, no extravagant hopes, and was never weak. I could never imagine that there would be anyone more loyal to the motherland than him. Until the moment of his death, the outside world also
No one knows that his name is Lu Changpeng. Even ordinary soldiers in the special operations division only know that he has a codename of Hai Dongqing. His biggest wish in life is to buy a house in the city and have a son.
He has been saving money, reluctant to eat or drink, and has almost no hobbies. However, the speed at which he saves money cannot keep up with the rise in housing prices. He always tells me that it doesn't matter if he can't afford a house. He can't afford it in his life.
, and his son. They worked together and lived in a big house sooner or later. He pinned all his hopes on his son. He was an unknown hero for seventeen years and dedicated everything to the army, but in the end he became
Traitor!
When Yan Dongyang said this, he stood up suddenly, facing the wind and rain, and asked loudly: "Is this kind of army worth my life?"
I am not only asking Brother Xiaohu, but also asking the sky.