Xue Xiang led more than a dozen soldiers out of the gate and took the red flag of the leader of the J Committee. The other soldiers were divided into four groups and boarded four military jeeps, five cars formed a convoy, and rushed to the base of the 12th Regiment of Xicheng in a mighty manner.

At that time, the moon was in the sky, and the lights were on, and the convoy drove onto Chang'an Street. At this time, there were not many vehicles on Chang'an Street, but there were many pedestrians. A luxurious convoy passed by, everyone stopped and looked at the black red flag license plate in the middle. The owner of the goods was showing his knowledge to the people around him: "Beijing v026xx, do you know whose license plate it is?"

Everyone shook their heads in confusion. Obviously, the consultation at this time was not as developed as in later generations. Unless they were specifically concerned and inquired, who would know? There was no Baidu, Google to ask. The young man who showed off was very proud. He saw more and more people, and his voice became louder: "Jingv refers to the Military Commission, 026 refers to the Military Commission member, and there is no need to say xx. This is General An's special car." Everyone exclaimed and scattered.

"Hey, hey, don't leave, you, you, break the bridge across the river...." The young man was obviously very dissatisfied with no flowers or applause.

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Xue Xiang was in a hurry, and his car was protected in the middle and could not lift the speed at all. Xue Xiang's guard who wanted the co-pilot informed the vehicle ahead of him to drive at the maximum speed. As soon as the words reached, the speed was indeed raised. The scenery outside the window quickly retreated and a thousand miles in an instant.

About a quarter of an hour, the convoy arrived at the headquarters of the 12th Regiment Regiment in Jingshan District, Xicheng. Xue Xiang asked for a phone call and said, "The vehicle in front of him doesn't have to stop when encountering a post, just rush in to me." He was in a state of anger, so he would be polite to the guys from the 12th Regiment.

The vehicle in front was ordered, and the accelerator stepped on the accelerator and hit the barrier railing set up by the 12th Regiment. These guards were usually idle and felt like they were idle. Seeing that the leader had orders to cause trouble, they wanted to hit the guard post directly.

The soldiers standing guard on both sides of the sentry pavilion were shocked. The previous convoy was still more than 20 meters away from them, and they couldn't see the license plate number clearly. They only knew that they must be big men. Does the small men have such a big show? They were about to raise the railings and salute and let go, but they didn't know that the convoy ahead suddenly accelerated and hit him. The two soldiers hurriedly jumped off the stairs and wanted to shoot according to the police regulations. As soon as the gun was pulled out, the two were stunned. The big red flag drove past him majestic. The legendary license plate number made the two stunned. Ordinary people didn't know the military license plate. Do they still know that the two soldiers were? They chatted on weekdays and bragged a lot about these legendary license plates and showed off their things.

The tall soldier quickly patted the short man's shoulder and shouted, "Wang Chunsheng, why are you still standing there? Call the regiment headquarters quickly and prepare for the welcome ceremony. When has the leader of this level been here in our regiment? Go and fight quickly. I have to go in and grab a seat. If you are lucky, you might be able to take a photo with the leader." He was very nervous.

"Feng Hu, why don't you fight? I'm going to go in to welcome the leader. Hey... No, there's no need to welcome this. This is a rioter who is here to ask for punishment. You forgot how the leader came in." The soldier named Wang Chunsheng was also stunned by surprise before. Suddenly he slapped his thighs, reacted, left a sentence, rushed into the duty booth and shook the phone number to the regiment headquarters.

As soon as Xue Xiang's convoy stopped, the leaders of the regiment headquarters who had received the letter rushed out of the building like a fire. The leader was Qiu Zhiguo, with a big belly, and his military uniform was specially made. He smiled and rushed to the red flag car to see the posture of opening the door for Xue Xiang. Then he followed the political commissar Li Li, Chief of Staff Xiao Guang, and several staff officers of the regiment headquarters. Seven or eight people stood in a row, waiting for the regiment to welcome the leader, and saluted and greeted him in his cleanest and most powerful posture.

Qiu Zhiguo ran and buckled Feng Ji buckle. Perhaps his neck was too thick, which made him gasp and it took him a while to buckle it. The big belly sucked and sucked, and the armed belt tightly held it tightly. The original pig-killing appearance seemed a little like a soldier. Qiu Zhiguo diligently opened the door of the Hongqi car, and his thick waist was bent to his limit. The door opened, and a pair of black calfskin shoes had just landed on the ground, and a roar sounded soaring into the sky in the courtyard of the regiment headquarters, "Good leader," with a neat voice and masculine voice.

At this moment, many officers, three battalion commanders, platoon leader of the regiment headquarters, and all the officers who received the news came. The head of the J Committee, the veteran general An, came to the regiment headquarters for inspection. He was not only shaking hands with his beloved commander, taking photos, but also taking a look from a distance, and even looking at him from a distance. If you miss this kind of opportunity at the doorstep, you must regret it for the rest of your life.

Although Xue Xiang rushed over angrily, the tsunami-like greetings he had enjoyed before he left the car door, which made him feel much better. Although he was expressing his respect for Mr. An and he took it on his behalf, this feeling really made people obsessed. Xue Xiang's body went out of the car door, stood up straight, and replied to everyone with a military salute. Of course, he didn't shout anything like "Thank you for your hard work, comrades", otherwise he would have to be in trouble.

Seeing that it was a young officer, not the Old General An of Hope, Qiu Zhiguo bent his waist and almost carried it to the ground. In an instant, the officers lined up in an orderly manner stared at Xue Xiang, as if they wanted to drill countless holes in the boy in front of him. The whole room was silent, and the salutes that everyone had not yet been put down, and they were in the air in a daze. Later officers in the courtyard arrived one after another, trotting towards the queue, standing up automatically, and raising their hands to salute. The scene was extremely strange, and the scene was silent for a while.

The guard led by Xue Xiang had already stood behind him in teams, holding the submachine gun in front of his chest and staring at everyone. Xue Xiang spoke, breaking the dullness: "Thank you for your warm welcome, I dare not take it as the title of the leader. Let me introduce myself first. I am Xue Xiang, a special counselor of the Security Office of the Central Committee. This time I went to the 12th Regiment to investigate the case of Comrade Jiang Chaotian being beaten. The Military Commission heard that there were military members involved in the murder of the Central Committee.

Zi, I was furious and ordered me to come and investigate the final analysis and verify the case. Leader Qiu, let all the comrades below be dispersed. Our soldiers are not excited to welcome and send off this. Let the old general know, and I will definitely criticize me." Xue Xiang had made up his mind to raise the problem first, muddle the water, and become a judge. Then the case would not be tried as much as he wanted. As long as he was not out of the circle, the old man would definitely be responsible, and he leaned against the big tree on his back, which was indeed cool.

Qiu Zhiguo was extremely embarrassed at this moment. He was exhausted and caught a young boy. He felt very frustrated. But no matter how much you have any objections, he could not resist his signature. ZJJ Security Office, listen, it is so scary. When he got down, he saw that he was a senior official. He was not wronged. In addition, he was sitting in the car of General An when he came. He must be a confidant and could not afford to offend him. Qiu Zhiguo was originally flattering Shangguan to start his business, and the military spirit was not at all. When he saw the visitor, he was a young boy and his posture was still very low. Feng Jikuang and belt dared not relax, and raised his smile and said, "It's not just a welcome or a sentiment. It's completely the love of our brothers in the 12th Regiment for the leaders of the J Committee. I have never notified everyone to come and greet him. It was completely voluntary.

.Super Xue’s ability to arrive at our 12th Regiment is a recognition of our achievements. When we arrive at the place, our leader will be our leader. Please come in quickly, please come in quickly." Qiu Zhiguo did not accept the investigation of the case at all, and insisted that the leader of the J Committee was here to encourage him. In fact, he had already thought quickly. Jiang Chaotian was injured as the deputy governor of the government. It is a matter of proper attention to the J Committee. Even if there are military personnel involved, there is no need for Anban to take action personally. Besides, why did the news spread so quickly and was untrue? What is military members participating in the murder? He obviously sent someone to protect Mr. Tian? Is it because Jiang Zhizheng blamed me for not protecting me and wanted to punish me? But it was said that General An and Jiang Geyang were not in the process. In any case, pretend to be stupid first. If it really doesn’t work, let Si Yong take the post.

Qiu Zhiguo's fat head was not all flattering, he was also aware of the officialdom. Most public officials who were not serious about their jobs were studying power and scheming and were good at fighting. Even if Qiu Zhiguo thought about two big shots, he could not figure out the truth. He sent him to the camp, company, and platoon leader, and diligently brought Xue Xiangying into the regiment office.

Xue Xiang was not in the mood to greet him. After entering the office, he didn't even sit down, so he sang a high-profile: "Captain Qiu, the leaders of the J Committee are waiting for my news. Call the relevant responsible persons over here. I don't talk nonsense to you. Everyone understands who are involved in this case. We know very well. As for what role you play in this case, I know. How to report it depends on your performance. Do you understand?" The words were false and real, and the fights were a mess, which made the defense line that Qiu Zhiguo had finally established.

Qiu Zhiguo's already obese body was even more afraid of heat in this hot summer. Now Xue Xiang was frightened by the forehead and sweating. He was a clever but not bold speculator. He cherished the position of leader of the group after working hard. Seeing that the leaders of the J Committee were paying attention, he dared not be perfunctory. He had no one to take care of him, and his direct leader Liu Gao was just looking at him as easy to control, and he was able to flatter him. Now that the J Committee, who is more than ten times older than Liu Gao, has inserted his hands from heaven, and he can only cooperate and obey orders.

Qiu Zhiguo shouted to the orderly soldiers beside him: "Call Si Yong immediately and ask him and Wen Hong to return to the regiment headquarters immediately. This order is urgent."

The orderly soldier stood there in a daze. Si Yong was a direct cadre of the regiment and his work unit was in the regiment headquarters. Where should he call? He couldn't just look at the crowd and asked the regiment leader "Where is the platoon leader of the platoon?" This is a shame for the leader. He is not stupid. He should think it through himself.

ps: I briefly checked the license plates of the J Committee in the 1970s, and it was very vague. It is said that the headquarters of the J Committee at that time was Chen, the General Staff was Chen 3, the General Staff was Chen 4, the General Staff was Chen 4, the General Staff, and the General Staff was 5, 6. This article uses the current J Committee license plates, so please do not investigate. Beijing v:z Central J Committee, Beijing v·0****——J Committee General Staff, Beijing v·1****——J Committee General Staff, Beijing v·2****——J Committee General Staff, Beijing v·3****——J Committee General Staff, Beijing v026——J Committee General Staff.

If you are lucky enough to see the lead of Beijing V026, don’t take photos. This is the most awesome license plate at the moment. Those 8888 cannot be compared with others at all.

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