Wang Tiangang revealed the origins of the guys who installed the surveillance equipment in one word, and people had to give him a thumbs up. Jiang is still very old, and the person who praised him was Lin'er. The little guy stuck out his thumb to the old man.
Dad shook it and then stuffed it into his mouth, making a slurping sound.
Xu Qing told everything he knew in detail, from the death of Mr.
It is not difficult to guess the reason. Wang Tiangang and his wife listened quietly, with a trace of unconcealable sadness on their faces.
Jun Buyu stretched out his hand and knocked off Lin'er's finger in his mouth, and whispered: "Prime Minister Bai Zhiyu presses the sword, and the rich family will laugh and snap their crowns. In ancient times, there was a saying that there is an emperor and a courtier. Trust in this thing is always
It won’t last long.”
Wang Tiangang frowned and pondered for a long time before speaking in a low voice: "What Fu Yu said is right, but not entirely right. The birds are all good and the bows are hidden, and the cunning rabbits are dead and the lackeys are cooking. From the current situation, it seems that the existence of Longmen warriors is not necessarily the same."
It's a good thing. The purpose of creating the Chinese Martial Spirit was to stabilize the country. Internally, it can deter those ancient warriors who think they are powerful and ignore the law. Externally, it can make those neighboring foreign countries with ulterior motives fearful. The Chinese Martial Spirit is
A sharp sword can be fought out of its sheath, and the battle will be won. Only strong opponents can reflect the value of the existence of a special force, and this includes the sacred blade."
Xu Qing asked with a puzzled look on his face: "I don't understand. Since we all know that Longmen warriors are a scourge, why do we still suppress Wuhun? Why does the General Staff Operations Department let Longya command Wuhun and Guoan command Blade?
Isn’t this a slap in the face?”
Wang Tiangang frowned and pondered for a moment before shaking his head and saying: "Even I can't understand this. It stands to reason that the destruction of Shengwutang has proved Longmen's tyrannical strength. The General Staff Operations Department should not do such hurtful things.
It was the right decision, but they just made it. Unless they have a trump card that can replace all special teams, including the Dragon Teeth Team, they must also be prepared to give up on them. I can't understand this."
"New trump card! Who is qualified to replace all special forces? If there is such a thing, why didn't it be used after the Shengwu Hall was destroyed?" Xu Qing boldly questioned the master's words, but in his heart he did not rule out this.
There is a possibility that if the top management decides to abolish the original special forces team, they will most likely find a trustworthy new special forces team to replace it. However, cultivating a team of well-trained and extremely loyal ancient warriors cannot be achieved overnight.
Wang Tiangang shook his head and said: "This is just a guess, a seemingly more reasonable guess. The value of the existence of the special force has been fully affirmed a long time ago. The illustrious achievements it has made are by no means inferior to any regular force, even the Dragon
Feng Yang's rebellion is just a personal behavior and cannot be used as a reason to ban the special force. What I am most worried about now is that someone is obstructing it and wants the special force to fight with Longmen and both sides will suffer. By then, they will all die out without an explicit ban."
Xu Qingchong blinked at his master and said: "It seems that it is necessary to talk to the doctor. It must be not simple to make him, a dignified old man, willing to obey orders, but that guy also underestimates the Chinese martial arts.
, without a group of senior executives on vacation, wouldn’t there still be Lao En!”
Wang Tianganglang laughed and said: "Hahaha! You kid, please take your time and don't let others take the blame. I'm afraid you will cry when you come back!"
As the saying goes, a good disciple is better than a teacher. Wang Tiangang already knew that his good disciple wanted to use En Deli's identity to find out the guy who was causing trouble behind the special operations team. If he really found clues for him, he might become an important bargaining chip in the hands of the special operations group. The Art of War has this.
, know yourself and know the enemy and you will never be in danger. Only by finding out the reasons why the special forces have been squeezed out can we hope to completely reverse the passive situation. Escape is not a long-term solution after all.
At the Wuhun Base Research Center, Dr. He locked himself in the private studio behind the dressing room. There was an arched crystal cover in front of him, with a beating heart inside. This was brought by jet lag.
Electronic heart, this electronic heart seems to have a magical power. When you are upset, looking at it can make people feel peaceful.
He and the doctor stayed in the Wuhun base for many years and experienced a lot, but he felt that the time spent with these ancient warriors was happy. In fact, the reason why he chose to join the Chinese Wuhun was all because of one person, a man who once saved
The man who took his life was also one of the founders of the Chinese martial arts, Venerable Golden Eyes.
The electronic heart in the crystal dome beats endlessly according to a certain pattern. Dr. He stared at the crystal dome quietly with his narrow wolf eyes. Here, he did not need to hide his identity and could regain the characteristics of a Sirian in a short time. In the past two days, he had not stopped
Once he felt guilty, he could have used his work permit to prevent the National Security gang from entering the base, but Luo Wenfang's order made him unable to resist.
Lord Jin Tong is gone, but their promise is still there. The promise between a Chinese man and a Sirian. They are friends and good brothers who are close to each other in life and death. Dr. He couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart when he thought about the current situation of the Chinese martial arts.
, the electronic heart in his eyes seemed to be beating faster.
"This is the last time I will help her. From now on, I will never betray the interests of the special forces for anyone. Brother Jin Tong, this time He Logos owes you..." Dr. He put his palms on his chest.
A diagonal cross was made, two tentacles popped out above the brow bone, and they were crossed and knotted on the forehead, leaving only the two ends touching, which seemed to be a special way of confession.
Miso - there was a soft sound coming from outside the secret room. Dr. He, who was concentrating on repenting, did not hear the sound. The two knotted tentacles became more and more tightly entangled. This is the only way for Sirius people to confess, and they are deeply hurt in their souls.
Only by using this method can you find peace of mind when condemning.
"Doctor He, the debt must be repaid. To be honest, who is at odds with the Chinese martial arts?" A deep male voice floated into his ears from behind. Dr. He trembled in shock and quickly reached out to touch the table.
He put on a pair of glasses, but the knotted tentacles could not be untied for a while. He hurriedly stood up and walked to the clothes hanger, reached down and took off a white doctor's hat and put it on his head.
Just after doing this, a big man wearing a camouflage vest came from outside. The expression on Dr. He's face suddenly changed, and soon there was a hint of displeasure. He shouted in a deep voice: "En Deli, you know that it is against the law to break into the research center without permission."
Discipline?”
Endeli grinned and said, "Of course I do. I wonder if it's against discipline for you to lead people to install surveillance equipment in the base?"
Dr. He gritted his teeth and finally lowered his head. The moment he lowered his head, he suddenly felt a sudden coldness on the top of his head. En Deli reached out and took off the doctor's hat covering his head.
[Author's digression]: Xinghui wishes all the book friends who read the clairvoyant eye a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is full and the moon is full.
In addition, my left hand is not sprained today, so I am using one hand to code. I can only say that I am doing my best. There will definitely be updates today, so try to do it before twelve o'clock!