Volume Five [The Five Generations Are All Tigers] NO.4 Killing and setting fire to be recruited
[Fifteen thousand! Long live! Urban myth group: 108528921]
The three of them followed the old man in and went up to the second floor of the courtyard. When Zhang Bi was about to follow, the three of them looked embarrassed. Zhang Sanxian smiled and said, "It's no big deal to stay outside."
There was a lot of disdain in his words.
The leading young man became more and more angry, but when he saw Zhang Ben glanced at him coldly, he immediately stopped. The other two smiled bitterly, secretly thinking that this was really a hard job. They never expected to encounter such a situation.
Even though I had done a good job of investigation before and I did know the old man quite well, I still hit a snag.
It was their bad luck. Zhang Yaozu and I exchanged words on the phone, and the old guy was already very angry. They happened to bump into each other, so they deserved to be treated coldly.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Zhang Bi stood on the balcony outside. Two people went in and one person stayed outside. Zhang Bi glanced at the guy next to him and saw that he had a gun hidden in his clothes.
"92 Pistol. What are your backgrounds?"
Zhang Bi asked.
The man standing outside was also stunned. He put his shirt away, a little embarrassed, and secretly thought to himself that he was really too careless.
"From the National Security Agency."
As if thinking of something, the man suddenly asked Zhang Bi: "Do you know much about pistols?"
"I played in Yunnan when I was a kid. It's not like you don't know what my dad does."
Zhang Bi said calmly.
This guy nodded and actually extended his hand: "Introduce yourself, Kaohsiung."
"Zhang Bi."
The two of them shook hands, and both felt a little energetic. Zhang Ben felt his palm, which was very thick. His martial arts was very solid, and he was probably someone who practiced Sanfu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer.
Generally speaking, when you enter a violent institution, firearms are the first priority and fighting comes second. You usually practice sparring with protective gear on, rarely injuring your muscles or bones.
"What did you practice? You have good hand strength. You have twenty years of practice. You are very solid."
Zhang Bi said something that made Kaohsiung stunned and nodded awkwardly: "Ashamed, twenty years of Hongquan Kung Fu. Shaanxi Northern Kung Fu."
"Oh? That does have something to do with us. We use Mimic Tiger Fist. Although it is a low-level boxing technique, we are better at making up for each other's weaknesses. Some of our postures are still similar."
He smiled and said very freely.
Kaohsiung is quite tall, so I think he is just doing some security work, so it is not appropriate for him to perform tasks. The target is eye-catching, and it is not suitable. Looking at his stature, he is also 1.9 meters tall, and he is huge. Standing there, he is taller than Zhang Ben.
Much more eye-catching.
However, the spiritual energy is a bit inferior. When a master meets someone, they can know the difference by joining hands.
Zhang Ben held his strength but did not use it. He was obviously extremely powerful. This guy from Kaohsiung, who thought highly of himself, had to smile bitterly in his heart and secretly said that it was really depressing to encounter a monster.
In fact, there is a big difference between martial arts and martial arts. Martial arts is said to strengthen the body and cultivate the mind, but martial arts does not. The purpose of martial arts is to knock down and kill the opponent.
So generally speaking, practicing martial arts, the word practice, can explain the problem very much. And martial arts, the word "hitting", can express all the content.
Therefore, it is often said that a master can achieve nothing after practicing Kung Fu for a hundred years, while a young master can achieve success after ten years of hard work.
There are only masters who are beaten, not trained.
In the room, Zhang Sanxian smoked a cigarette leisurely and said nonchalantly: "Ask me, if you know anything, I will tell you everything."
The young man asked coldly: "Is Zhang Yaozu your son?"
"Nonsense." Zhang Sanxian rolled his eyes at him.
"Please pay attention to your attitude!" The young man growled with veins popping out on his forehead.
"Fuck you little brat. When I was fighting for bayonets with the Japanese soldiers, the head of the base area was very polite when he spoke to me. You are nothing! I won't give you face, so what can you do to me?
?!Get out!”
Zhang Sanxian slammed the table, and it immediately cracked open. The young man was furious. At this time, the door was kicked open with a bang. Zhang Bi grabbed the kid's collar and was lifted into the air:
"What did I tell you just now? Your fucking ears are like those on a cesspool, aren't they?!"
After that, she ignored his struggle at all, held him down, and slammed him against the wall.
There was a bang, and the boy's head was bleeding and his nose was broken with a snap.
The nose was full of blood, but this kid had a strong ability to withstand blows. He was still conscious. He couldn't struggle to open his hands and even reached into his clothes. Zhang Ben laughed ferociously and pinched his neck with one hand: "You're going to do it again?"
Try touching the gun? I'll break your neck!"
"Say what you have to say! Don't be impulsive, little comrade! Don't be impulsive!".
The oldest one inside suddenly turned pale, and thought to himself: I had known for a long time that Mr. Zhang was a lunatic back then, and Zhang Yaozu was not a normal person either. I didn’t expect that their descendants would be even crazier!
People who know clearly that they are members of a violent organization yet do not give in at all. This kind of madness is simply risking their lives!
"Hand over the gun! Throw it out!"
Zhang Sanxian ordered.
Zhang Bi immediately reached out and pulled out the 92 pistol from his clothes and threw it to Zhang Sanxian.
"Hey, it's still five-eight. This kid has a pretty high status." The old man played with it for a while, glanced at it greedily, then reluctantly put it on the table aside, and said to the mature man: "Just you.
ask."
The man also gave a wry smile. In fact, both sides were extremely crazy just now. If they pulled out their guns, the situation would be out of control. And if Zhang Ben really got angry and killed this kid, the consequences would be even more disastrous.
Carrying him was like carrying a dead dog. Zhang Bi stood on the balcony and shouted down: "Hey, brothers, someone will take over."
After that, he ignored Kaohsiung's big eyes and threw the young man in his hand down.
Zhang Dashan and Zhang Xiaoshan picked it up easily and laughed: "You guys are so cruel with the short coffin."
Xiaoshan gave Zhang Bi a thumbs up.
"Ask the doctor to give him some alcohol cotton to remove the blood. Arrogant and don't look at the place. Remember to use more alcohol to cool him down, so that he can have a long memory. Ordinary people are not so easy to bully!"
Zhang Bi spoke in a sarcastic manner, and everyone around him laughed, obviously not taking it seriously. Kaohsiung was shocked when he saw it. In fact, just now Zhang Bi kicked the door open, and he did it so fast that he couldn't stop him at that moment.
Zhang Ben's muscles were flexing so fast that it made people's scalp numb.
Kaohsiung can conclude that someone must have taught this kid tricks since he was very young, and it wasn't just one or two masters, it was a group of masters!
However, the world is so big, how can there be so many masters to teach people? In the war years, it is not unusual for ten thousand people to be a master, but in the peace years, whether one hundred thousand people can be the best is still open to question.
.
"Brother is very cruel."
Kaohsiung didn't have much disgust. On the contrary, Zhang Bi could see clearly. When the kid was thrown down just now, Kaohsiung was not only surprised, but the corner of his mouth trembled slightly. He wasn't scared. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.
posture.
Damn! This big guy is also a slut.
Zhang Ben thought to himself.
In fact, when Kaohsiung saw that kid being beaten, he said he was unhappy. That must be a lie. He was bossed around by this guy all day long in the 12th round. He had long been suffocated. He had to vent his anger in sparring with the instructor all day long, and the instructor was beaten.
I no longer have any temper, and I don’t even vent my anger.
Today I saw this kid hit his head, and he felt so happy from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
"Old man, you smoke."
The man inside was on the road, with a cigarette stuffed in his pocket.
"Huh? Lao Yunyan?" Minato sniffed it and looked at this old-looking guy in surprise.
"It was given to me by someone else. I don't smoke much."
"Oh, that's it. Then give them all to me." The old man grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the man's hand and put it into his jacket pocket. The man was stunned and couldn't believe it was true. There was such a thing.
people.
Looking at his vacant palms, he was stunned for a long time, and then he asked calmly: "That's right, in fact, we don't have any malicious intent in looking for Zhang Yaozu. In fact, there is a special mission that requires the use of an experienced officer like Zhang Yaozu on the battlefield.
.Especially mountain warfare.”
The old man frowned: "I won't ask about the general direction, and you won't tell me anyway. Just remind me, inside and outside."
The man gritted his teeth, drew a circle on the table, and tapped his finger outside the circle.
Zhang Sanxian made a loud bang with his fist, squeezed it tightly, and thought to himself: You have courage.
Of course, he didn't mean that the person in front of him was courageous, but that the person who decided on this matter was courageous. Obviously, the country was really starting to become prosperous and powerful.
"I'm not going to embarrass you, I'm telling you the truth. Zhang Yaozu just made a phone call to report that he was safe." When the old man said the three words to report that he was safe, the corner of his mouth twitched. His mental activity was probably very complicated and tangled...
"He should be in Yunnan." Zhang Sanxian suddenly took a puff of cigarette and made up his mind before saying.
"Do you know the exact location?"
"I don't know about this. But you have rich information. You can check his previous service records and the deployment positions of officers at the same time as him. I believe you can roughly judge his whereabouts. This beast is going to die anyway, so let him die!".
When the old man said this, the man in front of him was going crazy. It was not that he had never thought that the old man might mess up, but when he saw him being so cooperative and even indifferent, he really couldn't understand this.
The situation of the family has changed.
What is this thing called?
Do you wish your son would die? Or what?
"Mother, I didn't die on the battlefield anyway. If this kid is lucky and survives, God will bless him. If he doesn't survive, he will pay off my debt."
Zhang Sanxian yelled and thought the cigarette tasted really good. Then he raised his head and asked, "Is there any more?"
"What?!"
As he said that, the old man touched his pocket: "Cigarettes, what do you think they are? Although I like this 92, I can't take it. Hide it quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."
After saying that, he returned the pistol to him, and plundered two packs of Lao Yun cigarettes from the man, then he hummed and said with a relaxed brow: "By the way, I forgot to tell you. If you meet him in Yunnan,
It's best not to be sneaky and look for him in a big way, otherwise I can't guarantee what he will do. If you subdue him, slap him hard twice, and then tell him, just say what I said.
, let him die early."
After the man had two packs of cigarettes taken away, he put away his notebook and ran out without looking back, cursing in his mind: Damn it, what the hell is this family!
Zhang Sanxian held a cigarette in his pocket and walked out while humming to The Peony Pavilion. Kaohsiung and Zhang Bi looked at each other, wondering what they had said to make the old man so relaxed.
"Grandpa, what's going on?" Zhang Bi asked.
"Your father is dead!"
Zhang Sanxian raised his brows proudly, leaving Kaohsiung next to him dumbfounded. He thought to himself: Is Zhang Yaozu the old man's biological son?
The arrogant young man was put in a car, and the barefoot doctor in the village wiped it with alcohol. Finally, he became impatient, stuffed two balls of alcohol cotton into his nostrils, dipped gauze on his head, and asked for two hundred yuan.
, pat your butt and leave.
It's better to go to the hospital.
However, Zhang Dashan was still ruthless. He stuffed a chopstick into the kid's nostril, bent it sharply, and straightened the bridge of his nose. He screamed in pain, and everyone who looked at him felt the pain.
The monks and Taoists were all dumbfounded. They didn't expect the Zhang family to be so violent. The person who had just arrived was thrown down from the building just a few minutes after he came up. His head was bleeding and his nose was broken. It was really shocking.
If they were from the Public Security Bureau, I'm afraid Zhang Bi would have to go to the station. However, these people have a lot of work to do and they really can't afford it. I can only say that if there is an opportunity in the future, the future will be long.
However, the boy was obviously tortured and lost his temper. He didn't even say a harsh word and just followed the car without making a sound.
After they really left, the old man was handing out cigarettes to a few old brothers.
"San Lao Guan, these cigarettes are good! Lao Yunyan, I haven't had it for decades. Did your mother hide it secretly?"
"Fuck you thief, I just captured this! If you don't want to eat it, give it back to me!"
"Eat your shit! Come here, light it up, um um um, it tastes good, it just tastes good! When it comes to this cigarette, I still have Yunnan Laoyunyan, it tastes good!"
An old worker happily smoked a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and suddenly said: "Old brother, do you still remember that in 2001, ten people ate one cigarette?"
"Thanks to the blessing of the three old men, officials only have three cigarettes."
Another old man laughed and said.
"He is a shitty official. He doesn't look like an official when he is an official. He bangs the table and scolds his mother all day long. He wishes he could die with Bald Jiang. He is an official, and he is just a bag of dynamite that can be fired at the drop of a hat."
"You are awesome! You are so awesome that I have to carry you for thirty miles. Fuck you. I would have thrown you into the fortifications as a bunker. You will only feel the pain if you take more bullets."
Zhang Sanxian cursed loudly, and the old men next to him laughed, pointed at him and ridiculed: "Look at it, you said you are just doing it, don't you believe it, an old guy like you still wants to be an official?"
"I've been fooled for some time, but what, you don't accept it? If you don't accept it, why don't you bite my balls?"
The old man scratched his neck and cursed.
"This son of a bitch..."
A few old men were scolding each other there, it was so lively, and the atmosphere in front of the venue instantly became lively.