Chapter 20: Add wine and return to the lamp to reopen the feast
Geng Zhi knew that he was seriously injured and was afraid that he would never return home. At the end of this month, his son graduated from elementary school. My poor son had been in elementary school for six years and he had never been to a parent-teacher conference, which made his classmates think that his son had not returned home.
Dad, but this time Geng Chuhan really has no father.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the brave anti-drug policeman returned to reality. He struggled to bite the other end of the grenade tab straight with his teeth. In order to prevent accidental explosion, the end of the tab was processed into a Y shape.
He had to straighten it to pull it out, and then he bit out the tab. The other arm couldn't move, probably because it was broken.
The figures were approaching, but it was unclear whether they were two or four. Blood was flowing from the top of the head, blurring the eyes. The whole world was dark red. Gengzhi slowly stretched out his hand, showing off the 82-type grenade in his hand, and smiled widely.
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The plastic shell of this kind of grenade contains 1,600 tiny steel balls. Once it explodes, everything around it will be pierced by the steel balls into a honeycomb. When the visitors saw the grenade in Geng Zhi's hand, they turned around and ran away. One guy even fell down in a hurry.
Get up and keep running, faster than a rabbit.
"A bunch of cowards." Gengzhi said scornfully, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, his fingers getting weaker and weaker with age, and he could no longer hold the safety spring of the grenade.
Just a second before Geng Zhi lost consciousness, a strong hand took out the grenade from his hand, picked up the tab from the side, inserted it back into the body, and the grenade was safe.
The man waved his hand to the person hiding behind the police car in the distance: "It's okay, the alarm is off."
Only then did the traffic police dare to come out and drag Geng Zhi out of the wreckage of the car. The man pointed out: "Be careful, he has a broken bone. Don't cause secondary injuries."
A gun and police officer ID were found on Geng Zhi. The traffic police were even more cautious and laid him flat on the ground waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
"Master, which unit do you belong to?" the traffic policeman expressed his gratitude to the strange man.
"I'm a soldier." The man handed the grenade to the traffic police, got on his Harley-Davidson and drove away.
Geng Zhi was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. The car accident caused three fractures, soft tissue contusion and concussion. He also had a few stitches on his head. However, overall, the injuries were not serious. Compared with the sword-fighting drug arrest career, it was just a minor incident.
The police intervened in the investigation and determined that it was the revenge of drug traffickers. Only Gengzhi knew in his heart that those guys were by no means experienced and cruel drug dealers, but more like young people who were just starting out.
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Liu Handong graduated. He finally got his undergraduate diploma and bachelor's degree certificate. However, it was even more difficult to find a job with a diploma in history.
His mentor, Professor Shao Wenyuan, suggested that he continue to take the postgraduate entrance examination to cultivate his moral character. Anyway, there are more than enough places for postgraduate students in the history department, and he can get into it if he passes the line.
"For many people, English is a stumbling block for postgraduate entrance examinations, but if your English scores are very good, you might as well give it a try," Professor Shao said.
Liu Handong scratched his head and inhaled hissingly: "Professor Shao, it's not that I'm not motivated, it's just that I'm too busy. I'm going abroad next month and will be stationed abroad. I don't have time to study."
Professor Shao said: "You are not taking the postgraduate entrance examination to find a job, so don't feel pressured. Chinese people are too utilitarian when studying for exams. Applying what you have learned is actually the purpose of technical schools. Universities are places to cultivate literati. I hope you will keep studying and keep learning."
, Travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books, it will be of great benefit to your future."
Liu Handong was moved by these words, and he finally made up his mind: "Okay, I will apply for the graduate degree in the history department of our school."
Seeing his reluctant look, Shao Wenyuan said: "Okay, as compensation, I will introduce you to a master to learn martial arts."
Liu Handong said with a sad face: "Professor, this is not Tai Chi for self-cultivation. I can't control that rhythm."
Shao Wenyuan laughed loudly: "No, no, it's an authentic Chinese fighting technique, an improved Mizong Quan."
Liu Handong asked curiously: "Do you know the descendant of Huo Yuanjia?"
Shao Wenyuan looked like a child who could be taught: "My enemy, Jingwu Hall went to Nanyang to develop a long time ago, and now it is back. It happens that I know an old friend, Sun Li, Huo Yuanjia's direct disciple."
Liu Handong didn't believe what he said, so he ran away after a few perfunctory words. As soon as he left the history department building, he saw a guy under the plane tree, chatting up a passing girl.
The guy was not tall, at most 1.8 meters, but he looked as majestic as a mountain. He had short hair, Ray-Ban glasses, bronze skin, full of white teeth, masculine and bold, and full of masculinity.
"Arhat!" Liu Handong shouted.
The guy turned back and smiled at him, and handed the girl a small piece of paper with his WeChat number written on it. Then he came up to him, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Liu Handong with a smirk. Of course, they were secretly competing. Both of them tried their best.
He couldn't tell the difference between strength and strength, so he had to let go of his hands and throw them behind his back, but he had a bright smile on his face.
"Come to perform a mission?" Liu Handong asked.
"No, it's a vacation. To be precise, it's a suspension for inspection, but that's fine. I still owe you a drink, and I'll pay it back today."
As he spoke, he walked towards the motorcycle on the side of the road. It was a heavy-duty Harley motorcycle with extremely shiny electroplated parts and high handlebars. He put on a leather jacket and had an M1887 lever-action shotgun musket plugged into it.
Terminator.
"Shall I take you?" Luohan started his motorcycle.
"I have a car." Liu Handong walked to the other side. It was a Jialing 600 with Omi license plate. It was immediately dwarfed by the Harley, but Liu Handong was more handsome and unrestrained, especially the beard on his face, which was very suitable for women.
The image of uncles in the minds of students, two handsome uncles and two heavy motorcycles roaring through the campus, attracting countless hot glances.
As motorcycles were speeding side by side on the road, Liu Handong asked Arhat: "Where do you want to drink?"
"As guests and hosts do, invite more friends to have fun." Luohan said. He did not wear a helmet, but a leather flying cap and retro goggles. He looked like a German soldier from World War II.
Liu Handong chose the hotel at Bao Chi Tower. The food here is expensive, the scenery is good, and it is upscale. The two parked their motorcycles downstairs, asked for a large private room and went in to take a look. They could see the roaring river and the view was wide.
The interior decoration of the private room is very high-end, magnificent and beautiful.
"This is the room." Liu Handong said.
"Sir, we have a minimum consumption," the waiter reminded.
"I know." Liu Handong took out a cigarette and handed it to Luo Han nonchalantly.
"Thank you, I don't smoke this." Luo Han smiled and took out a cigar, bit off the head and lit it with a match, then lay comfortably on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.
Liu Handong started calling people. Although he had been hanging out in Omi for so long, he didn't have many real friends. Most of them could only be regarded as acquaintances or social relationships of mutual use.
He called Kan Wanlin, Li Sirui, Yin Zhiguo, Huo Ying, Jiang Haofeng, and She Xiaoqing. Of course, Ma Ling was indispensable. In such a high-end hotel and a grand banquet, you must not drink beer. Luohan suggested ordering white wine, not too high-end, local wine
Just fine.
Jiang Haofeng went to the car and picked up four boxes of Huaijiang pure wine, a 55-degree spirit, with a market price of more than 300 bottles. It is considered a relatively affordable good wine. He also got two bottles of red wine and some fruit drinks for the lady.
Liu Handong introduced Arhat's identity to everyone. He didn't mention any special forces. He only said that he was his comrade who came to Omi specially to play. Everyone must accompany him well, mainly to drink well.
Everyone agreed, especially Kan Wanlin. In terms of drinking, he drank more than Liu Handong, and he drank every day. If he didn't drink half a catty of white wine on any given day, he wouldn't be able to get through the day.
Luo Han said with a smile: "Today's drink is not to entertain me, but to celebrate Liu Handong receiving his diploma and degree certificate. Do you think you should drink it?"
Everyone said in unison that it was time to drink. Liu Handong said to himself that this guy's intelligence was very accurate. He calculated it accurately and I will get the certificate today. It seems that occasionally showing off one's talents in Afghanistan is not a good thing. How will he live when he is targeted by the military?
The wine was so drunk that Arhat seemed to be able to stay drunk after a thousand drinks, and it was very good at stimulating the mood of the scene. Everyone was very drunk. Four bottles of liquor were not enough, so he ordered two more cases of beer. After the meal, Jiang Haofeng suggested that it be better
Go to Jinzun to sing and get some foreign wine to try.
Luo Han readily agreed, and everyone went to Jinzun KTV and drank again, mixed with various kinds of wine. Yin Zhiguo went to the bathroom to vomit, and Li Sirui also took the opportunity to pee. Several ladies became more and more courageous, especially Maiba She Xiaoqing.
, holding the microphone without letting go, singing Qinghai-Tibet Plateau over and over again.
Liu Handong was also drunk. He looked at his watch and saw that it was half past ten at night. It was almost time to finish. He glanced over and Luo Han also pointed at his watch.
"Stop singing, it's time to go." Liu Handong clapped his hands and said.
The drowsy Kan Wanlin, who was tortured by She Xiaoqing's singing, jumped up from the sofa and said energetically: "Let's go, let's continue with the transition."
"Still drinking!" Ma Ling raised her eyebrows, but it was fleeting. She wanted to save the man's face in front of outsiders.
"Any food stall, bar, etc. will do." Luo Han said. It looked like he wasn't drunk at all and his fighting ability was still very strong.
So everyone went to the busiest disco bar in Omi. It was thought that this was where Liu Handong fought fiercely for Xin Xiaowan and Duan Erpao. Now that the old place is back, we felt emotional, but when we glanced at Ma Ling who was following him, we still recalled the memories.
It pressed hard in my heart.
Places like disco bars are filled with a large number of fringe people, and they look smoky, making them easy places to get into trouble. As expected, She Xiaoqing, who had drunk too much, got into a fight with someone over the toilet. Over there was a girl with heavy make-up and an aura of prostitution.
She called some big men with gold chains with five big and three thick thorns, dragons and tigers to beat She Xiaoqing.
Arhat stepped forward to break up the fight and was slapped by the opponent. He actually didn't fight back and said something with a smile. The disco bar was so noisy that people couldn't hear him. They thought he was cowarded and wanted to fight because of the drunkenness.
Kan Wanlin saw it here, picked up the wine bottle, rushed towards him, and gave the opponent a big blow on the spot.
When Huo Ying saw that it was on, she and Ma Ling looked at each other and picked up the handy guy next to them.
Liu Handong sighed and had no choice but to take out his swinging stick. He never carried a gun, only a swinging stick, and he used it very carefully. It would not be difficult to smash a person's head into pieces when the wheels were round.
The fight was hearty, especially Ma Ling, who had not moved his arms and legs for a long time, and was very happy. As for the group of people who were fighting against them, they all fell down, and only the little girl who started the trouble was left.
Shouting hysterically, She Xiaoqing smashed a wine bottle, and the world became pure.
The siren sounded, and Liu Handong shouted: "Let's go!"
Everyone evacuated calmly, laughing and laughing along the way. Kan Wanlin suggested looking for a better place, so he went to the barbecue greenhouse on Tiezha Street, only to find that the urban management inspection had closed all the barbecue stalls.
"Let's go to Beef Village and look for mountain cannon." Kan Wanlin said.
The Beef Village has already arrived. Tu Hongbin was chopping meat in the kitchen. When he heard someone shouting, he opened the door and set up the table. He called his wife up and asked her to pat a cucumber, mix it into a skin, cut two kilograms of cooked beef, and took it from the refrigerator.
Ten bottles of beer were all opened, lined up, and opened. It was already midnight at this time.
In the small courtyard, the moonlight fills every corner, and the summer night breeze is intoxicating.