The most ancient of the four major halls in the capital, one of the independent courtyards is almost never open to the public because Zhang Lingfeng, who claims to be the crown prince of the capital, has lived here for a long time.
This top club in Beijing, founded in the 1990s, became Zhang Lingfeng's tool to expand his network and win over people six years ago, and the original founder was reduced to a puppet standing in front of the stage.
Take by force.
Don't hesitate to use your power to overwhelm others.
What Zhang Lingfeng values is the resources and influence of the Huaxia Society. Holding these is equivalent to holding inexhaustible wealth. In the 21st century, talents are not expensive, but connections are.
Sitting in the bright and spacious main hall facing north and south, Zhang Lingfeng, who had been insulted by Wu Jie two days ago, was finally disturbed by the series of bad news that followed.
Snap!
A celadon teacup made by Jingdezhen's skilled craftsmen was smashed to pieces.
After Zhang Lingfeng threw the things, he couldn't express his anger. He slapped the wooden table next to the chair hard. His face was as sinking as water. He stared at the middle-aged man who had served him for many years and cursed: "What a waste. I can't fix it. I don't tell others, but I still get one of my own involved."
Yiyi, how can I trust you again if you ask me to?"
The middle-aged man bowed his head humbly, the young master's pressure causing cold sweat to break out down his spine.
There were five young men sitting on both sides, watching with cold eyes. Master Kun, who was feared by the people below, was just Mr. Zhang's dog. They couldn't pity him, and there was no need for it.
"Get out!" After Zhang Lingfeng scolded him, he took several long and slow breaths to stabilize his almost out-of-control emotions. As if he was being pardoned, Master Kun bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the tea cup lying on the ground, fearing to leave.
"Ling Feng... calm down..." A young man who was as elegant as Zhang Lingfeng but a little less imposing and more gloomy came to persuade Li Min. Zhang Lingfeng had been growing up. His grandfather was a veteran of the Zhang family, and his father was about to come from the northwest.
Remote provinces were transferred to the southwest to take charge of the most populous municipality on the republic's territory.
If you pay careful attention to the climbing trajectories of the big guys, it is not difficult to find that any municipality is an important springboard for career, which shows that Li Min's father has a bright future.
"Can I not be angry?" Zhang Lingfeng laughed angrily, showing a sense of self-deprecation. He was caught off guard by an outsider's grassroots counterattack. How could he be embarrassed?
Carelessness, too much carelessness, in the final analysis, it was because he did not take the grassroots man named Yang Chen seriously before. Zhang Lingfeng, who was accustomed to reflection, gradually calmed down his anger, looked at the young man sitting side by side with Li Min, and asked: "Haoxuan, the leadership team of the Municipal Bureau must
There will be a big adjustment and I want to arrange a few people."
Bai Haoxuan.
The mayor's only son.
"Prince, this..." Bai Haoxuan, who had just squeezed into the core group of the princeling party, hesitated and hesitated, looking very embarrassed, which attracted cold looks and ridicule from others in the room.
He, the mayor's son, doesn't have the ability to turn things around like he did in the past. At most, when he turns a blind eye, he can act like a fox and act like a tiger.
"I'm not asking you to make arrangements. Just tell your dad that I'll visit him tomorrow night." Zhang Lingfeng stated his intention. Bai Haoxuan felt relieved and nodded like a chicken eating rice.
Zhang Lingfeng felt depressed.
Wu Jie's mood was not much better than that of his old rival. He was scolded by his father, and he went to the hospital to visit Mr. Guo in person and apologized. Although it was just a formality, he still felt aggrieved. Fortunately, Mr. Guo
He felt better when he showed fear and awe.
How could Mr. Guo not feel aggrieved?
He was disfigured and had a slight concussion. If he were the perpetrator with no background and no identity, he would at least be sentenced to jail and served several years in prison. At this time, the other party would just say sorry and tell the story. He would still have to obey his father's orders.
Is it easy to be careful and pretend to be generous and force a smile?
The pampered Young Master Guo, who had suffered such a big loss of being mute for the first time in his life, watched Wu Jie walk out of the ward, his expression suddenly changed, becoming ferocious and cruel.
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A military airport in Pakistan.
Yang Chen, who was loaded with ammunition, took off his sunglasses, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly past the twelve Arctic Fox Predators selected by Scorpion for him.
The twelve people stood upright, with overwhelming momentum.
Yang Chen nodded slightly while inspecting it. He was satisfied, but he felt uncomfortable. Every time he took action, someone would fall tragically in the hail of bullets and could not come back. He was heartbroken. He was about to take action. He hesitated several times, not knowing what to do.
What to say, thousands of words finally condensed into his standard military salute.
The twelve people returned the gift in unison.
"Let's go!" Yang Chen gave the order without hesitation, and the operation began. He took a Pakistani military Black Hawk helicopter, escorted by two Apache helicopter gunships, and flew to a mountainous area bordering Afghanistan.
Airborne raid, armed helicopter cover, and quick departure after rescuing people. This was the general plan of the rescue plan. On the way, Yang Chen repeatedly deliberated on the action plan for fear of loopholes and oversights.
If you miss it by a hair, you will miss it by a thousand miles.
Details determine the success or failure of a rescue operation.
Yang Chen didn't dare to be careless, not to mention that the person he wanted to save was Wu Rui. He had to be 200% careful in both public and private matters. Time passed quietly. The twelve people in the cabin all closed their eyes and meditated, seemingly calm.
Killing.
They had experienced so much that they were almost numb, but when the pilot said they would arrive at their destination in ten minutes, they still showed bloodthirsty excitement, as if they were born for killing.
Pakistan is a mountainous area near the Pakistan-Afghanistan border, with high mountains and dense forests. As the saying goes, poor mountains and harsh waters bring out unruly people, and it couldn't be more fitting here.
Multiple terrorist forces have penetrated and entrenched the mountainous areas in Pakistan, which has become an international problem.
Anti-American sentiment, sympathy for terrorists, thousands of schools promoting extremist religious ideas, and the difficulty for foreign militants to enter have made Pakistan a paradise for terrorist organizations to grow and develop.
"We're here!" the Pakistani pilot informed the people in the cabin in blunt English. Yang Chen opened the cabin door and looked around. In the 45-degree valley in front of him and below, there was a large area of densely packed adobe houses built against the mountains, like a village.
Right here!
Yang Chen, who had carefully studied satellite positioning photos, was familiar with this "village".
As agreed in advance, the two Apaches broke away from the formation and accelerated their dive. Immediately, the machine guns roared. The wooden sentries, machine gun positions, and bunkers on the outside of the village fell apart under the impact of the violent metal storm. The terrorists who resisted with guns were as weak as
The remaining clouds were swept away by the strong wind.
Some people fell down wailing, and some were directly blasted to pieces.
The two Apaches cleared the ground targets and hovered for cover in the air.
The Black Hawk helicopter flew over an earthen building. Yang Chen threw down the rope and was the first to roll out of the cabin. With his head on his feet, he quickly slid down using only the rope between his legs. He held two guns in both hands and fired continuously, killing the enemies in sight.
Floating to the ground, he inserted two Beretta 9/ pistols with excellent performance into the holsters on both sides of his thighs, casually took off the MP5 submachine gun hanging on his back, half-crouched on the roof of the three-story earthen building, and raised his gun on guard.
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The twelve people in the cabin slid down one by one.
[Author's digression]: I'm extremely sorry. What I owe today will be made up at noon tomorrow. This unstable state may continue until the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. I know everyone is anxious, and I am anxious too. I beg for forgiveness. If you don't understand, then I will
