Liu Ziguang was so angry that he spent hundreds of thousands to pay tuition, only to be expelled from the school. What a big deal. He suppressed his anger and asked: "Where are those people? Don't tell me that they will be expelled too?"
Bei Xiaoshuai's voice was as low as a mosquito: "Well...actually...it's not their fault..."
Liu Ziguang suddenly understood everything. These bastards were expelled from the aviation school and did not dare to go home. They hid in the suburban hangar and played, and they dared to play with his luck secretly!
He remained calm and said: "Give the phone to Hu Guang..com"
When the call came to Hu Guang, Liu Ziguang said: "Hu Guang, remember clearly what I'm saying now. Whoever dares to touch my plane again will have his dog's paws chopped off. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Hu Guang's voice was as decisive as ever.
Liu Ziguang didn't go home. He went directly to the company's carport and drove the Yangtze 750 out. He drove to the outskirts of the Kestrel company station and saw the Y-5 already lying across the runway. When he touched the engine, it was still hot.
He became angry and asked Hu Guang: "Aren't you told to watch the plane and not let anyone touch it?"
Hu Guang said honestly: "After you called me, no one touched me anymore, but they had already flown around before."
Looking at Bei Xiaoshuai and the other prodigal sons, they were all squatting aside obediently. Their outfits were quite impressive. Bei Xiaoshuai was wearing a black leather flight jacket, with stamps all over his chest and arms, and a blue sky and white sun stitched on his back.
The flag has two lines of calligraphy written on it: Come to China to help the foreigners in the war, and the government and the people will rescue them.
"Oh, hey, there's still the Flying Tigers, they can do well." Liu Ziguang said sarcastically.
Bei Xiaoshuai's head was buried deep in his crotch, and the other boys did not dare to speak. They squatted on one side and held their heads, like newbies in a detention center.
Liu Ziguang pulled up a chair and sat down, asking: "What did you guys learn after spending half a million?"
"Brother Guang, I don't blame them. It was me who beat up my classmates and the instructor... But I have already learned how to fly a plane. What kind of shitty school is just cheating money..."
"Very good, you have learned to fly a plane, so where is your pilot license?" Liu Ziguang asked calmly.
Bei Xiaoshuai was speechless for a moment, but he quickly jumped up, ran into the house and pulled out a girl, held him in his arms and said majestically: "Call someone!"
The girl, Xiaoniaoying, shouted to Liu Ziguang in Mandarin with a Cantonese accent: "Brother."
Liu Ziguang nodded slightly and said, "Xiao Bei, let me ask you a question. Where is your pilot license?"
Bei Xiaoshuai pinched the girl's nose in his arms and said nonchalantly: "It's easy to handle, leave this matter to her."
Seeing that Liu Ziguang didn't understand, Bei Xiaoshuai explained: "Her father is the principal of the aviation training school. If the old guy doesn't give me a diploma, he will never see his daughter."
This sentence was spoken in Jiangbei dialect, but the girl didn't understand it very well. She still looked at Bei Xiaoshuai with sweet eyes, and hooked her hands around the Flying Tigers' necks, showing an indescribable sweetness of love.
"Okay, get out of here. The man has something serious to talk about." Bei Xiaoshuai slapped the girl on the butt. The girl pouted and walked away obediently. Bei Xiaoshuai waved to Liu Ziguang mysteriously:
"Brother Guang, I brought you a gift."
Liu Ziguang sat still and said, "What kind of trick are you kidding? Bring it to me and take a look."
Seeing that there was no one around, Bei Xiaoshuai ran into the house, opened his suitcase, and took out a black plastic box, which looked a bit like a tool box, but not that big.
Liu Ziguang turned on the switch and opened the box. The expression on his face did not change at all. He glanced at it casually and closed it. He stepped forward and put his arms around Bei Xiaoshuai's shoulders: "Let's go, let me talk to you alone."
Bei Xiaoshuai was a little flustered and pretended to be calm: "You guys, go back to bed first. Brother Guang and I have something important to discuss."
Everyone quietly left, no one dared to look back.
Liu Ziguang was still smiling, which made Bei Xiaoshuai's hair stand up. He licked his lips and said a line that is very common in Hong Kong TV series: "Brother Guang, listen to my explanation."
Liu Ziguang flew up and kicked Bei Xiaoshuai in the chest: "Explain me, what did I ask you to do? Learn flying skills. What have you done? Fight and pick up girls, and buy this thing. This thing is for you to play with."
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As he spoke, he threw the black plastic box in front of Bei Xiaoshuai. The lid popped open, and inside was a tough-looking pistol. The workmanship was extremely exquisite. The gun body was shimmering. Judging from the shape, it should be a P226 series pistol produced by SIG.
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"You wouldn't tell me that this was a toy bought on Guanghua Street, would you?" Liu Ziguang asked with a sneer.
"Well, brother Guang, isn't your birthday coming soon? This is what I mean. How can you be the boss without someone by your side?" Bei Xiaoshuai blinked his eyes and said with a flattering look.
"P.S. My birthday is in winter. What day is it now? I ask you, where did you get this gun? How much did it cost? What kind of shady friends have you made? Tell me!"
When Bei Xiaoshuai saw his boss getting mad, he had no choice but to pour beans out of a bamboo tube and tell the whole story: "I bought this guy from Hong Kong for 25,000 Hong Kong dollars. I also met an underground arms dealer, nicknamed Bucktooth Wolf. I don't know his real name. He said that in the future
If you need anything, you can come back to him."
"Guns are a scourge. Those of us who are doing business will not only not be able to use them, but they will also bring trouble to ourselves. Do you understand?" Liu Ziguang educated Bei Xiaoshuai earnestly while picking up the p226 and pulling it back and forth.
The slide shook a few more times. The internal parts are very precise and did not make any abnormal noise. The gun is equipped with two magazines, one is a chrome-plated twenty-round magazine, and there is a polymer anti-shock bracket at the bottom. The other is
The standard fifteen-round magazine has full spring force, and the bullets are also very brand-new. The yellow warheads and shiny silver shells are packed one by one in paper boxes with bright covers, giving them the beauty of a sophisticated killing machine.
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"I understand, I won't dare next time." Bei Xiaoshuai nodded and said.
Liu Ziguang pressed the bullet into the magazine, loaded the magazine with a snap, pulled the slide to load the bullet, turned off the safety, inserted the gun into his belt, put the remaining magazine into his pocket, and hooked his hand at Bei Xiaoshuai.
: "What else?"
Bei Xiaoshuai spread his hands and said, "That's it. It's gone."
Liu Ziguang said: "I don't know you yet, why don't you keep a handful of good things for yourself? Take them out like crazy, or I'll kick you to death."
Bei Xiaoshuai had no choice but to go back to the house with a sad face and brought out a box with the same p226. Liu Ziguang said: "Is there anything else? Didn't I equip you Brother Zhuo with one too?"
Bei Xiaoshuai said: "There is really no such thing. My second brother is a knife player and doesn't like this."
Liu Ziguang took another box in his hand and said, "Okay, now get on the plane and let me see what you have learned during this period."
Bei Xiaoshuai was dumbfounded: "Take off and land at night?"
"Don't you dare?"
"dare!"
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On the empty and wide road in the development zone, a Y-5 aircraft was ready. The ground staff made a sign that it was ready to take off. Bei Xiaoshuai started the aircraft and taxied forward. Liu Ziguang sat in the co-pilot's seat and paid attention.
Bei Xiaoshuai's every move.
Sitting in the captain's seat, Bei Xiaoshuai has no trace of a prodigal son. His expression is serious and his movements are skillful. He does not look like a student who was expelled from an aviation school. He is clearly an old bird who often flies in the blue sky.
Facts have proved that Bei Xiaoshuai's flying skills are not outstanding. He actually flew at a low altitude on such a dark day. He simply flew over the treetops. The flight speed of the Yinwu was very slow, not even comparable to some high-end cars.
speed, but the advantage was that it could fly in a straight line. After taking off, Bei Xiaoshuai just pushed the control stick slightly, and the plane reached the sky above the sparkling Huaijiang River.
Below is the Long Huaijiang River, which looks like a winding ribbon in the night, extending from west to east. On the north bank of the river is the brightly lit Jiangbei City, with roads crisscrossing it, high-rise buildings lined up in rows, and cars like densely packed beetles.
As we were speeding on the road, looking down from the sky, the whole world seemed so small and beautiful.
There is no civilian airport in Jiangbei City, and there is no air force garrison. Moreover, Bei Xiaoshuai's flying altitude is very low and will not be detected by radar. However, they also said that they flew back along the Huaijiang River in a very low-key manner.
The most difficult thing about flying a plane is landing, not to mention this kind of landing without tower control or professional airport. On the road in the deserted development zone, five empty gasoline barrels were arranged in a T-shape with raging fire inside, guiding the direction for the landing.
Bei Xiaoshuai chewed gum in his mouth, pressed the joystick carelessly and flew down. The Yunwu bumped a few times on the road and then stopped steadily.
"Okay, it's not in vain." Liu Ziguang finally showed a smile on his face.
"Hey, I was born to fly a plane." Bei Xiaoshuai boasted shamelessly.
Liu Ziguang went inside for maintenance, and while Bei Xiaoshuai was there, Liu Ziguang told what happened today.
"The bar was smashed up, and the damage was at least a small hundred thousand. Seven or eight people were injured, two of them seriously. The police station arrested seven of us, including the black singer Obama. After such a commotion, we couldn't open the door for at least a week."
Liu Ziguang said it in an understatement, but Bei Xiaoshuai's eyes widened: "Who did this to his mother? I will destroy him."
"Old acquaintance, Deputy Director Yang."
"Didn't he commit suicide by swallowing a razor blade? Then he came back to life again. Damn it, this kid is bleeding so much. I'll go out tomorrow and beat the shit out of him. I'll take his last name!"
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At a fitness club in the city, Yang Feng, who was on medical parole, was practicing bench presses. The 140 kilogram barbell was quite easy for him. After finishing a set, he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He had well-developed chest muscles and a six-pack abdomen.
His muscles are sharply defined, his grin is bright, and his two white teeth dazzle his eyes.
Li Zhiteng threw over a snow-white towel: "Yang Zi, come to a round of Sanda?"
"No problem!" Yang Feng said while wiping his sweat. Suddenly he felt his ears heating up. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Someone is talking about me."