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Sitting in the driver's seat of the big truck was a man in his forties with an unshaven beard and a shiny leather jacket. Beside him was a child wearing a yellow peaked cap, apparently not more than ten years old.
"Dad, where are we going?"
"Shut up."
The child on the co-pilot shrank his neck and lowered his head to silence the sound.
Among the undulating mountains mixed with withered yellow and thick black, the pale winding mountain roads are intertwined. A semi-old Dongfeng Tianlong truck shuttled through the mountains with difficulty. This is the southern Sichuan-Tibet line, known as the winding mountain road at the 72nd turn of the Nujiang River. It can be called one of the most difficult road sections in the country. The road passes through the Yela Mountain to the Nujiang Grand Canyon, next to the China-Myanmar border.
The man was holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding the phone with the other. He was negotiating fiercely with the other side of the phone in Mandarin mixed with half-baked Burmese.
While drooling, the truck turned the corner dangerously, and the gravel fell down the cliff sparsely, which made people shudder.
After a long time, the man hung up the phone and threw it on the blood-stained satchel. The zipper of the satchel was mostly open, and inside were stacks of banknotes, a few gold bricks and two bottles of drinking water.
He glanced at his son: "Hungry?"
"Not hungry."
"Pee?"
The child shook his head.
The man stopped talking, and the truck drove through the dangerous road.
He raised his eyelids suddenly, and at the end of the mountain road in front of him, standing like a boa constrictor, was a tall and thin man wearing a blue scarf, holding a Type 54 pistol in his hand.
The sound of the truck engine was lukewarm, but the man's hands on the steering wheel became tighter and tighter.
"Son." He called, "Close your eyes. I won't tell you to open them. Do you hear me?"
"Um."
While the child closed his eyes, the man stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and the pointer on the instrument panel turned sharply, and the pointer touched the bottom. In such intricate and dangerous terrain, the behavior of a man stepping on the gas pedal is no different from suicide.
The 12-ton Dongfeng Tianlong burst out with thrilling inertia and was about to rush down the cliff, but the tires of the heavy truck rubbed sparks against the road surface, and the whole truck seemed to be sucked into the steep mountain road. At the same time of friction, speeding between seventy-two turns with acceleration!
Amidst the sparks all over the place, the heavy truck faded its color, flung its parts, and changed its structure. In just a few seconds, a cast metal, three-headed and six-armed steel giant was reborn from the heavy truck. The primitive weapon soared into the air like a hill, hitting the man wearing the blue scarf at the end of the road.
? Inheritance: The Spirit of Fierce Gathering, Soldiers.
"The Western Classic of the Great Wilderness": "Among the great wilderness, there is a mountain named Ji'anju, which is entered by the sun and the moon."
In the cab, the man exhaled heavily, and put his calloused hands on his son's head. If the child opened his eyes at this moment, he would see that his father's body was as bright as iron ore. It looks like a stone sculpture exposed to wind and sun.
While reloading his pistol, Blue Scarf raised his head and fired.
Accompanying the bullet ejected from the chamber was not the sound of gunpowder exploding, but an incomparably crisp sound, like the sound of gold and stone colliding.
The 7.62mm pistol bullet pierced through the iron giant's head, and white ripples spread across the mountains. A violent explosion followed.
For a long time.
Amidst the wreckage and thick smoke, the man hugged his unconscious son tightly, and when he looked up, the hot muzzle of the gun was already on his forehead.
Lan Bibo stared at the man and asked, "Mirage? Scary?"
The man squinted his eyes, and blood dripped from the corners of his eyes and ears to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, but still grinned grinningly: "You guys are so fucking lucky."
Blue Scarf didn't speak any more, and directly pulled the trigger.
The sound of gold and stone hitting resounded through the mountains and forests.
"Who brought me here, brought me here, brought me here~"
The phone rings loudly,
The blue scarf carried the unconscious child with one hand, put the other hand on the phone and put it to his mouth: "Hello? Boss Jiao?"
"Immediately return to Beijing to attend Yan Zhaohui."
"Didn't it open two months ago? And I didn't go last time, I was busy."
"This time all the representatives will be here, all of them."
Jiao Chong deliberately repeated a sentence.
"What happened?"
"Qin An is dead."
The pupils of the blue scarf shrank, and the mobile phone?He fell to the ground without holding it, which shows the impact of this incident on him.
The voice of Jiao Chong still came from the mobile phone on the ground: "Not only the master, but also many people died. There will be a big change in the staff of Yan Zhaohui. There will be a large group of newcomers coming in, and the old man's seat will also be mentioned. You I have been in Yunnan for four or five years, the old man has always been very optimistic about you, this time he is the one who asked you to come back"
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Li Yan flexed his muscles and walked down the attic, still thinking about the breaking news of the Lord's death.
The master Qin An was one of the two new ten masters who took office two years ago, but his reputation has slowly accumulated over decades.
Yu, Lin, Jie, and Luo are all old acquaintances. Lord Luo is the youngest. He is the most erratic one among the ten masters. However, among the nine fruits of Tian Jiazi, there are also a large number of supporters for him. people exist. Its scale cannot be compared with other organizations of the Ten Masters, but it should not be underestimated either. In the entire Yan Zhaohui, it is also quite large.
But two days ago, Lord Luo died in a certain extremely dangerous fruit, and died together, including the forty or so substitutes who accompanied him.
In fact, the death rate of the agent is not high, usually not one agent will die in a year. The severity of this incident is almost second only to the decisive battle with Sifan two years ago.
? Qin An's death, coupled with the two-year vacancy of Mao Zedong, and Cao Yuan's dormancy, the authority of the two gods and gods was shared by everyone. Of the ten masters who are still active in the entire Yan Zhao Society, only five remain, and there are still a large number of vacancies
Just thinking about this, Li Yan suddenly turned his gaze to the table in his own hall.
"thanks, thanks."
The fat man with a greasy smile took a bowl of rice porridge from Danniang, raised his head and smiled at Li Yan, "Why is it taking so long? You should have completed the incident half an hour ago."
Li Yan looked at Danniang, and Danniang glanced at Fatty: "He said he was your savior, so I let him in, and he came in for about ten minutes. Is he lying to me?"
"No, no, he is indeed my savior."
The fat man gave Li Yan a thumbs up.
Li Yan went downstairs, just about to open his mouth, when suddenly, there was a twitch in his sleeve, and a red four-clawed crocodile flew out. The boy in red, he laughed loudly, opened his mouth and sang:
The turtle blows the sheng, the turtle fires the cannon, and the hairy crab leads the horse to walk sideways.
The snake beats the gong, the eel beats the drum, and the water chicken carries the sedan chair with convex eyes.
The octopus plays the piano, the horseshoe crab pulls the hu, and the weaving spider sings out of order.
? Yingying held up a lamp to illuminate the road, and Tian Mi raised a flag to shout for hard work.
The old razor danced on tiptoe. Shrimp mantis shrimp platter tighten belly.
The sky is dark, it is going to rain, and Hailong Palace is going to ask for compensation.
If you ask which one is the Dragon King? Yang Zichu in the Palace of the Water Monarch!
The Dragon King Pig was overjoyed, it swallowed the soul-forgiving water, not only cultivated into a human body, but also soared to the point of 2,500 years (the peak of Baji).
Before he finished speaking, three eyes fell on him.
Li Yan stared at the Pig Po Dragon King without saying a word. No, he should be called Yang Zichu now.
"Well, Lord Zhenfu, I didn't mean that. I didn't mean that I was that Suicune"
Li Yan beckoned to open the entrance of the Suijun Palace: "Go in."
"Eh."
Seeing that Li Yan was not angry, the Dragon King, the pig mother-in-law, responded happily, rolled up and rushed into the Water Lord Palace, and said triumphantly in her heart: "That's what you said, but Lord Zhenfu didn't enter the Water Lord Palace. The Water Monarch Palace, I, Yang Zichu, have the final say"
He plunged into the Suijun Palace with the body of a dragon, and bumped into a large group of bronze and green-scaled piranhas head-on.
The huge dragon's head protruded from the Water Monarch Palace, and the piggy Dragon King stammered: "Big, big, big, my lord, there are, there are, there are"
"Go in."
Li Yan glared at him.
"Me." Three eyes cast over at the same time.
The Pig Dragon King swallowed his saliva, turned around and sneaked into the Suijun Palace with a miserable expression. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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