The military vehicle slowly stopped, and He Zhenzhong, who was wearing civilian clothes, got out of the vehicle and walked into a small real estate agency.
"Brother, it's you."
A loud sound came.
He Zhenzhong looked up and immediately saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes, but his eyes were a little erratic. Yes, it was similar to the memory in his mind. It was Jiang Xiaoyu.
"Quick, make some tea and turn up the air conditioner."
Jiang Xiaoyu seemed particularly enthusiastic. Of course, He Zhenzhong knew that this boy had a guilty conscience. After all, Long Baichuan in military uniform was standing aside and staring at him.
Long Baichuan took a step forward and waved his hand, "Stop being so busy. Please tell us clearly about the cemetery."
"That's right, General Counselor, you can't lie to us." The people next to him also spoke.
"Is it you who sold the martyr's tomb?" The hermit strode over with a look of evil on his face. He stared at Jiang Xiaoyu and clenched his fists. "Boy, you are quite brave."
The people who were talking turned their heads and looked at the three people behind He Zhenzhong.
Long Baichuan's expression condensed and he stared straight at He Zhenzhong, frowning. The three young men looked very ordinary, but they gave him an inexplicable sense of danger. This feeling only occurred when he went to participate in the Mars International Reconnaissance.
During the military competition, I faced those top scouts.
Who were these three people? He immediately became confused.
Seeing the murderous hermit approaching, Jiang Xiaoyu quickly raised his hand, held the information in his hand in front of him, and said: "Brother, please be patient. Please sit down here. I'm here."
I will report to you."
The hermit snorted and looked Jiang Xiaoyu up and down, "Speak quickly."
"Yes, yes." Jiang Xiaoyu nodded vigorously as if pecking rice, looked at the hermit, and said: "The situation is like this. We have not resold the tombstone of the martyr, and the property rights are still in the name of the martyr."
The hermit didn't speak, but the man next to him suddenly stood up and said, "What? I gave you the four thousand and five thousand for free?"
"Brother, don't worry, let me explain to you." Jiang Xiaoyu seemed calm and waved his hand, "Brother, this is called cemetery sharing. It's like your family has a few empty houses and rents them out for others to live in.
, we can’t let people live in vain.”
The member of the crowd nodded, "That's true."
However, the hermit was not so easy to fool. He glared at Jiang Xiaoyu and hummed: "Really? Then who gave you the right to rent out other people's houses? Could it be that a ghost entrusted you with a dream? Also,
Who took the rent?"
That's right. People around me suddenly realized.
"Ah?" Jiang Xiaoyu's mouth suddenly opened wide and he looked at the hermit, "This."
"Was it burned to ashes and given to the martyrs?" He Zhenzhong asked loudly.
"Yes, that's right." Jiang Xiaoyu's forehead was already sweating. He nodded quickly and glanced at He Zhenzhong gratefully.
"You kid, you are quite sharp-tongued." The hermit said, stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Jiang Xiaoyu, "But, you really treat us like monkeys, can you play with us? A person who doesn't know how to respect
Those who are martyrs should be beaten."
call.
"Oh my god." Jiang Xiaoyu was so frightened that his hands shook, and the information in his hand swung with a loud bang, flying all over the sky. His intestines were about to turn green, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart that a scholar meets a soldier, and his usual
Why doesn't my eloquence work when I meet this guy?
Deng Deng Deng.
When the hermit waved away the information, Jiang Xiaoyu ran away like a frightened little rabbit, turned around and rushed towards the back door.
"You dare to run?" The hermit was angry. He stepped on it and was about to run out.
Snapped.
His arm was pulled. He turned around and looked at He Zhenzhong with doubtful eyes. However, he quickly realized that Situ was no longer there. He seemed to have gone out.
"This kind of person should be sent to the police station and locked up for a few years to see if he will be so sharp in the future."
Long Baichuan on the side frowned slightly and stared at the hermit. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "He cannot be sentenced for this kind of thing. Besides, maybe he has some reasons?"
"Then there are so many people in this world with grievances, can everyone do illegal things?" The hermit shook his head, "The martyrs have already sacrificed their lives, and they are still not clean. These people have no respect at all.
It’s a little sad.”
"Let's go."
After hearing He Zhenzhong's words, the hermit turned around and followed him outside.
Outside.
Jiang Xiaoyu, who fled in panic, had already mounted his electric horse and kept running forward. His head was covered with sweat, but he was relieved in his heart. This was not the first time that he had encountered such a thing.
Deng Deng Deng.
call.
Seeing a figure running quickly in the reflector, Jiang Xiaoyu's body trembled. Could it be that he was chasing after him? He moved his right hand and quickly twisted the handle to the end.
Unfortunately, electric horses can only go so fast.
"Isn't he still a human?" Jiang Xiaoyu turned around and was almost frightened. The guy with a cold face actually chased after him with a pair of feet, and the distance was getting closer and closer.
What kind of bad luck happened today? Every person I met was more difficult to deal with.
Boom, boom, boom.
The car suddenly shook violently, and Jiang Xiaoyu felt that his butt was about to burst. He turned around and looked ahead, his face suddenly changed, and he rushed down a step.
"Ah, ah, ah."
The screams kept ringing out, and Jiang Xiaoyu was shaken so hard that his whole body almost fell apart. He turned around and looked at Situ Lingfeng who was sliding down the guardrail in the middle of the steps. He almost cried out of fright. Should he pursue him so closely?
He didn't kill anyone or set fire to anything.
Dong Dong.
call.
Plop.
When it reached the bottom, it was impossible to stop the car. Jiang Xiaoyu instantly fell into the sea, a ball of water splashed, and he disappeared in an instant.
Situ Lingfeng rushed over, took a look, kicked his feet and jumped out.
Plop.
Water splashed and his feet swung, and Situ Lingfeng chased after him.
No one has ever been able to successfully escape from the Death Commandos...