Volume 6 [The tiger is strong even when it goes to sea] NO.213 Is it dead or not?
No.213 is dead or not!
Twenty-four rockets and eight ground-attack missiles were enough for an armored vehicle to plow a dozen or twenty times. But what happened in the liquid nitrogen warehouse of the American Air Liquide plant was unknown. The armed police did not
Rushing in, the members of the special operations team were also cautious before touching the ruins that had changed beyond recognition. As for the serial explosions and so on, no one paid attention to them at all.
Although the media continues to report, all the trends are accusing the Americans of poor management and improper operation. As for this, complaints and other matters are an afterthought.
Shang Hexin made a call almost immediately. Chen Pingan, the leader of the local artillery regiment, pulled on his olive green cotton shirt. For the first time, he felt that on this spring day, why was his body so hot?
"Look at the conduct, it will take two and three months."
General Chen Pingan flicked his hat and sat down at his desk. Several colleagues came over to comfort him and quickly said: "This matter... is very strange. We have also checked. There are only two cases of the same thing as this."
Zhuang. When you encounter it, you don’t know whether it’s luck or bad luck. Anyway, that’s it.”
"Damn it, he's evil. You tell me, there's such a big news, he doesn't even know who he's arresting, and he keeps it a secret. I'm going to go home and plant it."
The ground is dry”
After Chen Ping'an finished speaking, he felt extremely useless, so he finally smoked a stuffy cigarette. The two bottles of Erguotou were really stuffy. The peanuts rustled and there were a lot of crushed peanut skins.
There were cigarette butts everywhere, and there was a squad of military police standing outside, staring at everyone, looking like they deserved to be locked up.
Several colleagues added: "Don't worry, no matter what happens to you, not everyone can take the blame. He is a creditor for this matter, and everyone is rushing to take the blame."
Chen Pingan nodded with disdain: "Who cares about my mother?"
However, although he was cursing, he thought to himself: Who is the person he is looking for to arrest? The troops that came that day looked different from the field army, and they were just special forces. Who were the people who came after them?
Who is he? Even the head of the military region keeps a low profile. What on earth is going on with him?
…
"What is this? What is this? You just found these rubbish things for me? Find them again for me."
After all, Shang Hexin still didn't get power before the helicopter launched the missile. As for Li Muzhi, he was just a representative. There were just as many people who wanted Shang Hexin to get out as there were people who wanted Shang Hexin to stay.
Balance, that's what it's all about.
What kind of trouble has Boss Shang not seen? He has had this realization for eight lifetimes. As a chess piece, who doesn’t know his own destiny? However, Monk Shang is too unwilling to give up. If Li Muzhi can get up, then he is the one from above.
People want to kill him and replace him. It is precisely because of the change of leadership that they hide him in order to re-use him in the future.
At that time, the new leader will take over and the change of leadership will begin. It will be a return of grace. He should just remember the kindness of the new one.
Shang Hexin understands, and he is extremely thorough, and he has exhaustive strategies. Unfortunately, so what? Power and power are the means of planning. Only when you have power can you have plans.
Crisis, crisis, only with crisis can there be opportunities...
It’s not his turn yet, Shang Monk Xin, to pick and choose, even if his contribution is huge.
I flipped through a few photos, flipping them over and over again. The only difference was probably the different shooting angles.
In that photo, there are broken ice cubes on the ground, ice slag everywhere, and countless debris scattered everywhere. The ice cubes are also mixed with minced meat and weapons and equipment. Eight Grandmasters, 323 Laboratory
The reagents were cultivated for more than half a year, and in the end, seven died and one was seriously injured. What the hell is this?
The most irritating thing is, is Zhang Bi dead?
From the bottom of his heart, Monk Shang hopes that Zhang Bi will die. If he dies, there will be less trouble, less trouble, less worry, and less uncontrollable people who will make the superiors sad.
Even now, there are one hundred and eighty people monitoring the surrounding area of the Zhang family compound, not including the two small teams dispatched to the Uruzgan base in Afghanistan, apparently to provide support but actually to monitor.
Zhang Yaozu, who gave birth to a "good" son, is also worrying.
There is nothing so cheap in this world.
Zhang Yaozu didn't take it seriously. Hearing that his son was already famous at home and abroad, he was ten times more vicious and stubborn than he was back then. He didn't know it. After being stunned, he actually laughed out loud and then fell to the ground with great joy.
Everyone around me doesn't know whether to scold or giggle.
"Mr. Shang, do you think... Zhang Bi is dead?"
Number 1, who had returned from Japan, asked Shang Hexin in a low voice. Although Boss Shang is not in power, the relationship between the Secret Service and the Secret Service is delicate now. Logically speaking, there should be fewer factional disputes among the top secret agents of a country, but in fact they are all.
Nonsense, even Americans, the FBI and the CIA are nothing but dogs with hair in their mouths. Fight? Why not fight? Wherever there are people with interests, money, power, bitches and saints, there will be fights.
Those who don’t argue are stupid*
"No. 1, tell me what's on your mind. Do you want Zhang Bi to die? Or not to die?"
Shang Hexin sat in a private room in the capital and asked No. 1.
No. 1 thought for a while and said sincerely: "I hope he doesn't die."
"No. 3, what about you?"
Shang Hexin asked No. 3 again.
"I hope he's dead."
Shang He was silent in his heart. After a long time, he sighed: "You see, even we ourselves feel torn about whether to die or not to die. In fact, it is difficult to make the decision. Li Muzhi can come to power because of his ability, but we still have to look at the top.
Cultivation, at this time, just needs someone to overdo it. It goes in with your left ear and goes out with the right ear. The Dharma is not transmitted to the six ears, do you understand?"
Several people nodded, and Monk Shang added in his heart: "Shangfeng wants him to die. After making the decision, Li Muzhi was the only one who carried out the specific operations. It happened to be the right time. The reason why I come out to sing the opposite is just because the superiors need someone to come out and sing.
If Zhang Bi is not dead, then as long as he doesn't make a big fuss about it, Shangfeng will probably not want to take his life again, because there is no reason or necessity.
Already."
No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5 were sitting or standing, listening honestly.
The five of them will also join the senior management of the Secret Service and gain real power in the future. Boss Shang is just teaching them some things that they may not understand originally.
"It's a thing of the moment. I'm also thinking at this moment. Looking down from a high position, Zhang Ben is just a crab that has nothing to do with the overall situation. If you catch him, you may be pinched and it will hurt a little. But there are so many people in the world.
The wolves, insects, tigers and leopards must be shocked. The effect of thunder can also let those who don't know what is good or bad know that the world is still stable. Those who think about being in power and farting on stage are still lying on their backs.
In the toilet, don't come out and scream."
He closed his eyes and talked. He had not spoken like this for a long time. His words made the five of them feel novel and frightened. It was more secretive than a life-and-death fight, and at the same time, they felt their hearts surging and exciting.
"Mr. Shang, but..." Number 1 was about to speak.
Shang Hexin opened his eyes and said: "But what? But why do you still need to cooperate with Zhang Bi?" Shang Hexin sneered, "This is the way the world is. There can be cooperation, and there can be a thunder strike. How much money can you play with?
If he can listen to the game, he can make it big, and he may have a say in how to play it, it's that simple."
Boss Shang's expression at this time didn't seem to be talking about Zhang Bi, but about himself.
As a chess piece, as the court eagle dog in the eyes of most people, he can see many black and white things that have never been seen, and he also understands more clearly how the naked interest relationship affects people's hearts. What ideals and beliefs, in the final analysis,
It is also a question of distribution of benefits.
I understand, but that doesn't mean I can change or control it. This is reality.
Therefore, the more you understand, the angrier you are at your own weakness, and the more you feel sorry for the world behind it, which can almost all be summed up by interests.
If humans were still social animals.
"The overwhelming power is fleeting, that's all."
Shang Hexin actually laughed at himself and shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking of.
As for the Tianjin Guards rushing into the capital's Yamen, that was what he wanted to express, that is, he wanted to tell his superiors that Shang Hexin, the former commander of the Jinyi Guards, was still loyal to the imperial court.
No matter which boss is replaced in the future, the same will be true.
He can still sing "Behead Ma Su with tears".
It's a pity... The American Air Liquide plant is not Dingjunshan, and Old Huang Zhong did not kill Xia Houyuan. Zhang Ben is not Xia Houyuan, and Li Muzhi is not Old Huang Zhong.
Perhaps, after a few more months on board, he will be reinstated as soon as the leadership is changed, and he will be reinstated immediately and become the cornerstone of the country and the pillar of the imperial court. Or perhaps, by then, he will have to command the Tiqi, scatter eagles and dogs, and collect people from all over the world.
Bu, let's have a fierce battle with those enemy Xiaoxiao.
However, the endless emergence of reckless heroes from the upper echelons of the world have repeatedly washed away the world in Boss Shang's eyes. There are always crabs who want to defy the sky and wave their big claws to change the fate of the late Wu era...
"****, the first thing you need to revolutionize is your own life."
Shang Hexin summed up this old saying and said silently in his heart: Zhang Bi, if you are alive, will you be another Zhang Sanxian or another Zhang Yaozu? Or will you be like your great-grandfather Zhang Degong, marry ten or eight beautiful wives and live honestly?
Find a place to hang out?
But Monk Shang laughed again: "Haha, this kid is only twenty years old. How can a person endure loneliness for the rest of his life?"
He smacked his tongue, nodded and shook his head. Boss Shang acted in a cool and unrestrained way.
For him, stepping off the stage and breaking into a government office were commonplace and nothing more than a mere thought. After seeing through it, all the scenes were no different from acting.
Occasionally I get crazy, but I also want to take a cold look at this graceful struggle and struggle, what kind of ups and downs it is, you finish singing and I come on stage, how lively it is.
"Mr. Shang, do you still need to check?"
Number 1 asked in a low voice.
"Use your own judgment and don't think too much about it for now."
Shang Hexin waved his hand and remembered something again, and said: "When you meet Li Muzhi, tell him that to be a real villain, you must be thorough, look forward and backward without calculation, what is the difference between you and a stupid pig?"
"Speaking directly?"
Number 1 asked strangely.
"Just tell it like it is."
…
In Shazhou Central Primary School, there is a ten-year-old Russian girl in Class 3 of Grade 5. Everyone knows this. Everyone knows that this little girl is strong in everything. Everyone knows this. She is just a porcelain doll and she is the most popular girl in the school.
Those arrogant young ladies who were not convinced were dragged to the women's room and beaten. Even the strongest and tallest boy in the sixth grade was beaten until his nose was filled with snot and tears, but no one's parents were beaten.
Don’t you think that such a cute and well-behaved little girl, who is also a foreign friend, can defeat her own little brat?
Therefore, those young young ladies who report to their parents, school teachers, and teachers often have to be punished by their parents again, which makes them miserable.
She has a sweet smile, carries a red schoolbag on her shoulders, licks a lollipop, has a bow in her slightly curly hair, wears red leather shoes, and has no dust on her white stockings.
Humming the beautiful song "Katyusha", the little Russian girl walked through the market with a bag of "protection money" collected this month...
"Little Ye Zi, you are so kind. Why do you have snacks every day?"
The girls all like to go home with classmate Ekaterina, because as long as they go home with her, in addition to many photo albums of handsome guys and stars, there are also countless snacks for them to choose from.
The most important thing is, don’t you think that going home with a foreign girl will attract more attention?
Katyusha expressed no pressure: "The Lun family is the most popular in school. Well, if you say this, will it make the Lun family very proud?"
The little girl from Russia suddenly looked at her good friends with a pair of jewel eyes.
Well, the girls walked together with this international friend out of curiosity and envy.
In the age of primary school students, girls' jealousy has not yet sprouted, and their curiosity about the opposite sex at this time is really too superficial. Of course, when they are being teased, they will also be very satisfied with the shy blush and the laughter and whistles of boys.
.
This is just elementary school.
However, some people play too high and may be offline.
"But... Xiao Yezi, you are so awesome. The big guy from Class 2, Grade 6, is said to be 1.85 meters tall. He is taller than my dad. He often sends beef jerky to you...
"
"It's just that, boys seem to be afraid of you and will listen to you..."
"That's the Lun family's cuteness. They admire it... Huh? There's a word there."
Katyusha was about to brag when she saw some strange chalk words on the ground, which were in Russian.
Small melon.
Katyusha was stunned for a moment, then took a few steps forward, and said again: calm as usual.
Then: It’s me.
"Little Ye Zi, what's wrong with you?"
The girls looked at Katyusha strangely, holding a lollipop in her mouth and putting her hands in her pockets.
Katyusha, who was wearing a short skirt and red leather shoes, suddenly realized: It’s her brother.
"Ah, do you want fried chicken wings?"
Katyusha suddenly asked.
"I'll treat you to a Coke and French fries."
The girls from Class 3, Grade 5, happily hugged Katyusha and headed towards Grandpa Whitebeard's shop.
In the distance, a black Santana 2000 slowly pulled to the side of the road. The woman who collected parking fees skillfully tore a receipt from her pocket and handed it to the window: "Five yuan."
Five dollars were also handed out from the car window.
A person in the back seat of the car asked softly: "Did you find anything?".
"No, it's the same as usual."
"Go over and have a look alone."
"I'll go for a minute."
In the fast food store, a group of little girls bought a lot of Coke and French fries, placed a bunch of chicken wings and laughed, and the atmosphere in the store instantly became more lively.
"Ketchup, I want a lot of ketchup"
"I also want"
"I want it too, I want it too..."
The big Katyusha kid calmly controlled the scene.
Ten minutes later, Katyusha jumped down from the swivel chair and asked the waiter: "Sister, where is the bathroom?"
The waiter smiled and said, "I'll take you there."
When we arrived at the women's restroom, the waiter still kept smiling and happily reminded: "There is toilet paper here."
"I know, thank you sister."
Katyusha was very calm and hummed a song and ran into the women's restroom.
When she got inside, she ran to the very back, started counting, stopped at the fourth position, pushed open, and walked in.
The waiter laughed softly with his classmates outside and said, "The little girl just now doesn't look like a mixed race, but I didn't expect her Chinese to be so good."
"It's just that I want to pinch her face when I look at it, she's so cute..."
The little Loli sat on the toilet, and then softly called: "Brother?"
"Sasha, it's me."
A mature woman's voice rang out.
Katyusha was shocked: "Brother, have you had sex reassignment surgery?"
"It's a voice changer"
"Oh..." There was deep disappointment in the little Loli's voice.
"There is a letter inside the roll. You can take it home and give it to your sister Zhenzhen. Do you understand?"
"Brother, aren't you going home? Are you playing games?"
"Remember the task my brother gave you. If you do it well, I will give you ten small melons."
"Really? Brother, can you lie to others?"
"I keep my word."
"OK."
Both voices in the toilet were very low. In the hall outside, a man in casual clothes ordered a cup of Coke and sat there casually. A voice came from the earphones: "How is it?"
"Using the bathroom, nothing special, just an ordinary gathering."
His voice was also very low, and everything seemed to be normal, without much change.
In the toilet, Katyusha pulled the roll of paper for a long time and found the letter. Then she stuffed the envelope into her underwear, put down her skirt, hummed a song, and walked out easily.
A group of little girls were laughing and joking about the strange boys in school, and exchanging information about the new albums or concerts of some boy bands, but they discovered that their little Ye Zi seemed to be particularly happy today.
As for the little Lolita, while drinking Coca-Cola, she felt secretly happy: Little melon, little melon, yah, yah, yah...