Volume 3 [A Tiger's Roar Shocks the Heroes] NO.18 Ready to Retaliate
[There is a book friend who is very good and guessed my original setting. However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I still say that there are no time travelers... Urban Myth Group: 1914632]
Next to the main stream of the Nianchu River in the Tibetan area, a domestic jeep was parked. There were two young soldiers holding steel guns in their hands, one on the car and one under the car.
Not far away, an army officer and a middle-aged man were peeing into a pile of dry grass. The middle-aged man was Zhang Yaozu.
The distance from the Mongolian grasslands to the Tibetan areas is quite a long one. Unfortunately, China is such a big country that the Interpol dogs were finally thrown away within two days.
This is already the Shigatse area, not far from the city, but there are very few people here, and the total population of the entire area may not be 150,000.
The year-round floating population is around 50,000.
"Lao Zhang, what's going on?"
The officer was dark and strong, with piercing eyes, and a face with Chinese characters. He looked like the face of the messenger of justice and the nemesis of sin. He shook his exposed dick twice, retracted his crotch, turned to Zhang Yaozu, who was smoking a cigarette, and asked.
"I killed Wang Aiguo."
I blew out a smoke ring, as if I was talking about a distant past event, and it actually gave me the illusion of recalling the vicissitudes of life.
"That's not what I'm asking. What I'm asking is why you came to my place."
The officer rolled his eyes at him, and the two of them walked back crunchingly on the stones. Zhang Yaozu smiled and said, "Why, you want to arrest me and take credit for it?"
"Fuck you! I'm going to go to such lengths to catch you!"
After laughing and scolding twice, Zhang Yaozu said seriously: "Hide for a while and wait until the New Year. Go back and kill Yang Jinbiao, the beast."
Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, stamping it out, twirling it twice, his narrowed eyes were a little cold: "If you plan on me, I will kill his whole family!"
"Do you want a guy? I'll give you what you want, long and short, little cannon and bomb. How about I take someone out there to kill his whole family and then come back?"
The officer is not joking, he really knows how to do this.
"Bullshit. How big a fuss are you going to make? This is my own business, don't worry about it. I never beg for help in my life. I come here to beg for help everywhere, and I ask you to wipe my butt full of shit. Do I still want face?"
Zhang Yaozu opened the car door and got in, "Stay here for now, it's really life-threatening when the weather gets cold. I originally wanted to stay in Lhasa for a couple more days, but think about it, don't capsize the boat in the gutter. Just give me some silver dollars right here.
, I will go to Xialu Monastery to see the great lama in a few days and let him protect me for a few months."
The officer chuckled, and finally took out a box from under his seat and handed it to him: "Damn it, did your grandson have planned this disaster for a long time?"
"If I could figure things out, I'd be a fucking master by now, and why are you talking nonsense here?"
Zhang Yaozu smoked another cigarette but didn't light it. The requirements on people's bodies on the plateau are really very high. Smoking is not something that everyone dares to do.
"Drive this car away." The officer suddenly asked the young soldier in the car to get out, then closed the car door and said to Zhang Yaozu.
"What? You went back and told your boss that your car broke down, and then you walked back, and then you came to look for the car and it disappeared? This is too lame an excuse. It hasn't changed, it's been an excuse for twenty years."
"Okay, okay! There's so much nonsense, do you want it? If not, get out of here!"
"Go, go, damn, stay away."
The officer laughed, then turned around and left with the two young soldiers. Zhang Yaozu started the domestic jeep and drove westward along the Nianchu River, making a very intense creaking sound.
At the same time, in the Zhang Family Courtyard in Shazhou City, Zhang Sanxian was wearing an old green military uniform, staring blankly at the tall metasequoia trees in the yard. The ground was covered with small yellow fallen leaves, and the branches were bare.
Like a brush.
Having finished kneading the ashes from the smoke, the old man put his hands behind his waist, frowning and muttering in a low voice with an annoyed look on his face.
In the hall, a gentle middle-aged man wearing a suit and glasses put his document bag on the table, and a follower stood there honestly. When the old man came over, he put on a smile again.
"He told you that?"
Zhang Sanxian asked in a bad tone.
"Uncle, don't worry, Zhang Yaozu said hello to me before he left. I don't dare to cheat anyone. He is a well-known ruthless person. It's okay for me to take the courage of a leopard. I came that day.
People are not under my control, I have left them to eat what they want. Don't worry, no one will touch the house. I only found out yesterday that Zhang Yaozu didn't tell you these things."
The man had a smile on his face, and Zhang Sanxian snorted, silently...
The gentle man in a suit and leather shoes is not a freeloader. The president of the bank that mortgaged the house before Zhang Yaozu left was the man in front of him.
Although we are not close friends with Zhang Yaozu, we can still use cover and delay.
If he really wanted to add insult to injury, he might not have the courage.
As a literati, they cherish their lives, fear death, love their money, and speak loudly. These are the four characteristics.
Zhang Yaozu can't be called a good person on the ground, and he is definitely not a bad person. He is somewhere between a gangster and a hobgoblin, but he still has some conscience.
After talking for a while, the old man didn't even bother to give them a cup of hot water. The two of them found it boring, so they laughed twice and left in despair.
When we got to the car, the part-time driver started the car and asked: "President, why did you come to their house in person? Why? I think this old man is giving us a hard time."
"You know shit! As long as the old man is not dead, he will be invited to dinner every year at conferences in Beijing. You think he killed Japanese and Americans in vain. It is true that Zhang Yaozu is a bastard, but I am not dead. We
You can't be that stone that fell into the well. What's more, only the devil knows what will happen if Zhang Yaozu shamelessly asks for help."
"But... what should we do with Mr. Yang? He and Vice President Niu seem to be very close to each other."
"Yang Jinbiao might as well have to risk his life this time. As for that idiot Lao Niu, he's not even the second in command, and he still wants to keep an eye on my position? After this year, we still have to decide whether he can work at a lower level.
Last year, Zhonghai was implicated in the Zhabei smuggling case. Hehe, if I send him a report letter, I will not let him go to jail for ten years, but I will also make him shed his skin! If he fights with me, he will be the best."
The seemingly polite president shook himself up and found that all the rustling things were lice. Is there anyone clean on his body? I'm afraid there won't be any.
It was rare for the attendant to hear the president speak like this, and he was startled, so he drove the car honestly, his heart beating wildly.
Zhang Sanxian looked at the door, let out a long sigh, returned to the room, put away a thick address book, locked it with a click, and looked at the calligraphy on the wall, the old man read out: "
Don’t ask for help. Alas..."
With a sigh, it seemed that his years of persistence were shattered, and he felt so empty in his heart.