The man glanced at his unconscious brother, frowned and said, "The gunshot wound you suffered on your right arm has not healed yet? Or does it still have sequelae?"
He was sweating profusely and his heart was beating like thunder.
But his face showed a look of pain, and he took a deep breath and said: "Well, there are sequelae. Whenever the weather changes, my arm will be in severe pain, like a knife cutting, like an ant crawling, it hurts and itches."
"Don't work so hard in the future. You have to take care of yourself when you need to take care of yourself. I know a few old Chinese medicine doctors here. I will send you a WeChat account later. You can go and get a few injections to try." The man said with concern.
"Thank you, brother." The man had a weird expression, and he used all his strength to squat down and pick up the phone.
Then look carefully at the photos on your phone.
It's like appreciating your first love, not even missing your eyebrows, looking at it extremely seriously.
But his mind was in chaos.
I’ve seen the man on the phone before.
That year, Na Er was still working as an executive in a multinational mercenary group. The leaders originally planned to achieve success in three years and dominate the mercenary industry in five years, covering the sky with one hand.
But overnight, the mercenary group of ten thousand people was completely gone.
The lair was blown away, and all the senior executives were smashed to pieces.
The one who took action was the Beimang Army!
It was during that battle that Na Er met the man in the photo.
Although I don't know him and am not sure of his identity, judging from the Beimang Army's attitude towards him, this guy is definitely a high-ranking member of Beimang!
And he’s not just an ordinary high-level person!
Beimang cook?
Which army cook would carry out a fucking cross-border encirclement and suppression mission? And he could kill tens of thousands of mercenaries in one fucking night!?
The two faces were pale and restless.
"What do you see?" The man frowned and asked when he saw that his brother looked wrong.
"I didn't see it." The man shook his head guiltily and changed the subject. "Brother, is your injury okay?"
"It's okay." The man shook his head lightly and said. "You can help me check his background and teach him a lesson without making a big fuss. I only have one request: don't shoot and don't kill anyone.
"
"My style is to strike with blood, not allowed to shoot, and not allowed to kill anyone, so what should I do? Invite him to tea?" The second man raised his eyebrows and said calmly. "Brother, since you think he is still decent
I have a conscience, and I don’t want to make things big, so let’s just forget about it.”
"Forget it?" the old man said calmly. "Then where should I put my face? You know how I am, nothing matters. I have to live up to my reputation."
"Brother, my work unit is also very busy. If it hadn't been for your accident this time, I wouldn't have made this trip despite my busy schedule." Na Er started to pull. "If you don't have anything special that you need me to do, I'll be there early tomorrow morning."
The earliest flight has left."
"So anxious?" The man felt a little uncomfortable. "We haven't seen each other for so long, and I still want to drink with you for three days and three nights."
"Even if I don't eat, the people in my hands have to eat." Na Er declined politely. "There are plenty of opportunities to drink. How about you come to my unit for a visit? Think of it as a trip abroad to relax."
"My legs won't be able to get out of bed for three to five months." The man said calmly. "We'll talk about it later."
"Oh." The second brother couldn't sit still. He returned the hot phone to the elder brother and said calmly. "Brother, I bought several villas in my hometown before. You said that you are getting old now, why don't you go back to your hometown to rest?
Come on, the wealth I have earned over the years is enough for you to support yourself in your old age."
"Brother, I am only forty-six this year. Isn't it too early to take care of yourself?" The man was unwilling to give up and felt that he could survive for a few more years.
"If you run away, you will have to pay back sooner or later. Do you have to risk your own life before retiring?" Na Er said seriously. "Brother, I'm not telling you, you have been pursuing a person who is respected by others and can be treated as a peaceable person all your life."
I don’t care about how much money I have, but what benefits can I get from hanging around like this?”
The man said calmly: "You and I have different views, so we won't talk about this anymore."
But the second man was a little bit conceited and said in a deep voice: "Brother, listen to my advice, what is there to do in Binhai? You can't even be a cook now, so will those big bosses trust you? And give you face?"
? Just take advantage of this opportunity and retire. I have a mouthful of food to eat, and I will never let you drink soup."
"Don't worry about me." The old man said dissatisfied. "I am the eldest brother, how can I let the younger brother support me? I don't want to lose face?"
The two of them were so furious that they almost took out a gun and disabled the elder brother's other leg.
Pretend to be your mother!
Do you want your mother's face?
Do you know who you messed with, old guy?
It would be easier for the cook to deal with you than to kill a pig!
You still have a damn conscience, and people don't even take an old bastard like you seriously.
I really want to kill you, you don’t even dare to fart!
The father feels that his brother is a little strange today.
Are you really afraid that you won't be able to cope with it as you get older?
Or is it that this incident has stimulated him and he is afraid that he will die in Binhai?
He couldn't help but smile and comforted the other two: "Don't worry, brother, I know what I know. When I really can't survive anymore, I can go to the house you bought in my hometown to retire. Is that okay?"
Do you have your mother's number?
What level are they at, and what level are you at?
Still can’t fucking survive?
They can crush you with just one kick and give you face?
Bang bang.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
The two brothers trembled all over and turned around. They saw Zhang Ruoyu holding a fruit basket in his hand and a harmless smile on his face: "Master, are you feeling better?"
