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Pan Hongsheng felt that a big rock was pressed on his chest. He had been facing the Green Scorpion Gang and the entire underground forces of Jinjiang without any fear, but this time he was facing a different opponent.

The opponent has a high position and the power he has, but now he can get the power he has to go out, and it may be destroyed by a phone number, a signature, or a dinner party!

Thinking of this, Pan Hongsheng suddenly felt his whole body sank, and the sweat beads oozing from his head rolled down his cheeks. This was the first time he felt like he was not sure about the future and had no plans.

He was a little nervous.

At the same time, in Bazhou hundreds of miles away.

Peng Shuai, the commander of the legion stationed here, was very anxious because his political commissar Zhao Guangtian suddenly threw the wine glass and rushed out after receiving a text message. For an old man who was nearly 70 years old, this situation was really abnormal.

The guards he sent came back soon and said with a smile on his face: "Commander, don't worry, Political Commissar Zhao asked me to come back and tell you that he is fine."

"Can you look like that if you're okay? I'll ask you to go and see, and you'll bring back this sentence?" Peng Shuai gave the guard a blank look in dissatisfaction: "It's true, why is this doing something like this! Go and see again!"

"Oh!" The guard was bored and went out again with a daze.

Peng Shuai was a little uneasy, and he felt something was going to happen.

After working for a few years, his political commissar completely retired. Why did an old man who had a body half buried in the soil suddenly have such strange and abnormal and terrifying behavior? No matter how he was a military-level cadre and respected, how could he have caused such a thing with those young men?

He couldn't figure it out.

After a while, the guard came back. What surprised him was that Political Commissar Zhao Tianguang also came back. The other party's face turned pale, but he tried his best to squeeze out a smile: "Sorry, I'm a little impulsive about the family affairs just now, and I have no other intentions, don't be surprised..."

Seeing that the other party said this, what else could he say? He could only persuade him repeatedly: "Hey, Mr. Zhao, you are all people with grandchildren. Don't be impulsive when you encounter something, and you have something to deal with! Why are you excited? Do you need my help?"

"No need for the time being, haha." Zhao Tianguang's smile on his face was even worse than crying. He bowed his hand after saying a few words: "I'm sorry, say hello to the military district comrade and apologize for me."

After leaving the door, Zhao Tianguang suddenly burst into tears! He leaned weakly against the wall!

His incompetent son has no fertility. He has treated Wang Jianwei as his grandson as his own grandson since he was a child. He thought that he would arrange this grandson before retirement, but he did not expect...

"Political Commissar, do I have to deal with this matter?" The guard behind Zhao Tianguang was over 1.9 meters tall, mighty, handsome and smart. At first glance, he was a scheming character.

"Xiao Wei, I'll leave this matter to you!" Zhao Tianguang said word by word: "Remember one thing, anyone can kill it! But the child in charge is captured alive for me! Did you hear it!"

His guard Xiao Wei did not hesitate at all: "The mission will be completed!"

"Okay! It's not in vain for my years of cultivation for you! Do this well, didn't you apply to be the leader of the Third Regiment last time? I'll let you go! You've done this for me wholeheartedly!"

"Political Commissar, don't be too sad, so that you can't be resurrected..."

"You go first, I'll be alone later..." Zhao Tianguang felt that his heart was torn apart. Although this grandson had a lot of bad deeds, he always regarded it as his flesh in his heart. His son had no descendants, and this grandson was his only spiritual sustenance, but now everything is over... ruined!

I want to see which person who has eaten the courage of the bear heart and leopard, dares to touch my grandson!

He had always shown himself as a gentle elder, and had completely lost his rationality at this time. Facing the soldiers and officers who saluted him, he disappeared in a despair of his soul and disappeared in the officer's restaurant.

How much weight does a guard have? This is not easy to estimate with common sense.

In peaceful times, what is needed to get promoted in the army?

A more honest person will say that he is hardworking and willing to work hard, while a little more careful person will understand that these are actually what he wants this time, and he still needs to have a price for his eyesight.

A truly smart person must not only have eyesight, but also have relationships and can use relationships to pave the way. In addition to these, one must be able to observe words and expressions, one must be able to learn the supernatural powers of hearing from all directions, and flattery must be practiced to the state of natural emotions without any traces. Of course, the most important thing is to know how to pay tribute and do things for his superiors.

Xiao Wei was driving a military off-road vehicle on the expressway, feeling extremely excited! He understood that what his boss entrusted to him, or what he took the initiative to take on, was a hot task. There were many means of killing, which was nothing for elites like him who were transferred from special forces, but it was not easy to deal with if he had to bring people back alive and on his territory.

First of all, he didn't know what the other party's background or identity was. He only knew that he was named Pan Hongsheng, lived in Beijing, and opened a bodyguard company... With these messages alone, he would never act rashly.

He knew that the guards provided by the political commissar to his grandson were the role of winning the entire army's fighting championship for three consecutive years. He knew that although it was not enough to compare with him, he did not take it seriously by ordinary people thirty or forty! Such a cruel character was actually killed by the other party...

Xiao Wei had to find some helpers.

He picked up his phone number, and the number was his old army, the Xiaolong Special Forces Brigade. Since it was closed training and was almost isolated from the outside world, all the phones could only be called to the switchboard first and then transferred.

After a long wait, a slightly hoarse voice smiled: "Brother, why did you remember to call me? Now I heard that you are a celebrity in front of the political commissar of the military region... What's wrong? Are you going to support your brothers?"

"No nonsense, there is something important! You should take a family leave," Xiao Wei said in a calm tone: "When this is done, you don't have to suffer anymore. Follow me comfortably as a team deputy! Are you all here? Come together!"

Just as Xiao Wei was sharpening his knife, Pan Hongsheng had already begun to investigate Zhao Tianguang's background in depth.

He is the least willing to get into evil with such characters. After all, he has a lot of relationship with the military. Many of the old man's subordinates are military-level cadres. According to the age of the dead Wang Jianwei, Zhao Tianguang is at least in his sixties. It is really meaningless to fight against such an old man to the death.

Senior officers of this age usually have many close friends, and any one of them can be enough to drink a pot by themselves.

Although Pan Hongsheng was worried, he was relieved that he was in a sensitive position in the capital, and no one dared to openly mobilize the military force to attack him... But it is not easy to be clear, but it is hard to say that the dark ones are!

And his biggest trouble now comes from the police, because both sides are powerful, so the police can only adopt a subtle attitude.

What is law? An excuse. Law is used to restrain good people, not bad people. A writer once made a profound summary, "The law allows good people to stay away from home, and bad people travel all over the world."

However, when the forces of both sides were almost equal, the court began to consider responding to the case with a neutral attitude. Although Pan Hongsheng had a younger brother to take the blame, the police did not take this trick at all. They frequently called Pan Hongsheng and said they wanted to understand the case.

"Sorry, I don't have time," Pan Hongsheng said nothing. He knew that these guys were just picking and stinging. If you really got along with him, he would be really afraid of being a slut.

He suddenly touched the dragon-shaped badge in his pocket.

To be honest, Pan Hongsheng really doesn't want to rely on this kind of thing to deal with things. This badge represents a kind of protection, a kind of protection from the old man.

Although I have been working hard for the old man since I was a child, the old man has always been his patron saint, silently sheltering him from the wind and rain.

In a word, rely on yourself or others?

He finally put away the badge and silently muttered in his heart: I will definitely not use this unless I have to!

He suddenly remembered the old man’s teachings: No matter who the other party is, as long as he is on the verge of Mao, I will not be afraid of the king!

Of course, this teaching was accompanied by the whipping of the bamboo pole and the slap of the soles of the shoe, but Pan Hongsheng remembered it.

Pan Hongsheng smiled and put the dragon-shaped badge in a box and placed it in the deepest part of the cabinet.

"Boss, Zhao Tianguang's information has arrived!" Zhang Bowen broke into his office with sweat on his head, holding a black U disk in his hand: "I bought this for a lot of money!"

"I wonder if I knock on the door before entering?" Pan Hongsheng glanced at Zhang Bowen in a daze, smiled and took the U disk, and threw it out the window!

"Ah?!" Zhang Bowen stretched his hands into his mouth: "What are you doing?"

"I don't need this..." Pan Hongsheng stood up and shrugged his shoulders and moved his neck: "I don't need to know who he is. Since I've gotten into trouble, let's play with him to the end!"

Zhang Bowen's eyes immediately became watery: "Brother, you are so handsome, but you have to know that the two AVs you asked me to find are also inside..."

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"Then let's just wait like this? It doesn't seem like a good idea..." Zhang Bowen slapped the oily sweat from his face and sucked his nose: "If you don't kill him, he will kill us."

"Call the Black Scorpion," Pan Hongsheng breathed a deep breath: "This guy must be so idle, let him have fun."

When Xiao Wei appeared at the expressway toll station on the outskirts of the capital, the bus was already full of people.

The first burly man sitting on the left was Feng Xin, one of the best fighting players in the special forces brigade. He once took the lead in the national competition. What he practiced was the long-lost "leg chopping". Although this name was mediocre, what did Tang Long, the famous black market boxer in the 1980s, use more than 300 times? It was this kind of "leg chopping"! Tang Long did have someone, and there were many rumors about him, but everyone who talked about him was amazed at his shark teeth chopping! Many black market boxers who were about to face him actually hired gunmen to attack him in order to survive.

Cutting leg is a real traditional martial art, which softens the rigid and practical leg techniques such as Tan Leg, North Leg, Ma Family Link Leg, etc. It emphasizes kicking the opponent's vital points at an incredible angle at an extremely fast speed. The power is like a knife and axe chopping. The opponent is either dead or injured if he touches a little bit of the edge!

On the right side of Feng Xin was a small man, extremely vulgar and thin. He was carefully wiping his knife.

He is Han Chuang. Although he is not very thin and small, he actually makes him very short. He is said to have tried cutting things with a speed of double short swords and spirals, but he won by a slight advantage! His double sword skills are a family-born martial arts and have unknown origins.

Sitting at the edge of the rifle is Fu Yu, a special soldier from the south and once served as a special policeman. Although his close combat skills are average, his marksmanship is extremely accurate and his vision is stronger than that of a cat. He has shown his skills in many rescue operations, and he has shot through obstacles and hit the robbers with a fatal blow. He has no number of evil spirits killed under his gun!

The last guy occupied all the remaining space in the carriage. He was so obese that he was almost a bit imbalanced. He had a big belly and was covered with fat. He was Niu Dakui, a soldier known as the "Bronze Statue" in the army. He loved to eat, sleep and join in the fun. He was not very familiar with Xiao Wei at first, but he followed him in a confused manner after being tempted by the other few people. At this time, he was sleeping in a daze, but he knew that he was going to make peace for others, what was going to do and why he did it. His chaotic head was not clear at all.

It was Xiao Wei himself who drove. As the political commissar and driver, he was used to being able to control the steering wheel and obey others, but today he controls the direction himself.

The toll collector at the toll station was a young girl. When she saw that the person who handed over the money was a handsome soldier, her face immediately became flushed.

Xiao Wei also noticed the change in the other person's face, body temperature and heartbeat, and his tense heart eased a little...

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