Different people react differently to death. Mu Jing quietly pulled Tang Linyang behind him and used his body to block the muzzle of the gun. The two of them took a few steps back at the same time, looking at the young public security chief in front of them.

"Do you really want to kill them all?" Mu Jing's voice was hoarse, and the internal injuries left after the battle with Zhan Feng that night had not fully recovered.

Li Yundao looked at Mu Jing and glanced at the old man behind him again: "The word "kill everything" is not suitable for you, it should be said that it is the end of the road." ”

Tang Linyang patted Mu Jing's shoulder, sighed, and walked out from behind the loyal Mu Jing: "That's it, since the thief God wants to cut me off, then so be it." Mu Jing, the world is impermanent, we don't have to be too demanding. ”

The battle storm approaching from the main gate showed a handcuff, Tang Linyang glanced back at him, but his eyes met Li Yundao again: "It doesn't have to be like this, right?"

Li Yundao smiled and beckoned to Zhan Fengyu, and pointed at Mu Jing: "Minister Tang doesn't need it, but his subordinate has to be handcuffed, with a leopard that can eat people by his side, and he doesn't have a chain, to be honest, I'm afraid." ”

Mu Jing looked at Li Yundao with an angry face, Tang Linyang patted him on the shoulder, and only then did he stretch out his wrists and let the smug battle wind and rain enslave him.

On the way to the airport, in the off-road vehicle, Mulan was driving, and the co-pilot of Zhan Fengyu was escorting, while Li Yundao was sitting on the side of Tang Linyang. Ordinary retired cadres, after a short period of loss, the vast majority of them have the idea that they have been revolutionary all their lives and want to enjoy their old age. But Tang Linyang beside him was different, not only did he successfully move the core of power from that building to his own mansion, but the plan was so big that ordinary people were dumbfounded. If it weren't for Tang Li's own words, Li Yundao would not have believed that in the 21st century, there are still people who are dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Festival hundreds of years ago.

He looked at Tang Linyang, it was indeed an old man, criss-crossing wrinkles, old age spots the size of copper coins, his expression was very indifferent, not at all like the kind of panicked officials who were taken away by the inspection team of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, at this time, his expression looked more like an outing. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recuperating, but he seemed to notice that Li Yundao was observing himself, smiled faintly, and did not open his eyes, but said slowly: "You must be very curious, why did I embark on this road." ”

Li Yundao nodded subconsciously: "Well, it's indeed a little curious. ”

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Li Yundao: "Young man, what do you say people live for this life?"

Li Yundao shook his head: "This is the ultimate outlook on life, it's too big." Just like Hamlet, a thousand people have a thousand answers. ”

The old man said: "My Tang family has produced seven champions, but in the end, most of them were degraded and died depressed in their hometowns, and there are almost no who really have the ambition to show their strengths." In fact, I used to be like my ancestors, and I was sold to the emperor's family with all my knowledge. After reading the "Records of the Historians," do you remember the sentence 'The king and the general Xiangning have a kind of care'? So, when I was 50 years old, I asked myself, why are some things determined by man rather than by heaven?"

Li Yundao frowned suddenly: "Are you playing chess?"

The old man looked at Li Yundao with admiration

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