Two hundred and six A hint of a smile

Zheng Xuanqi stroked the Shen Nian Nanmu in his arms, he still remembered his master very clearly a week ago, and he was full of satisfaction and solemnly passed on the ancestral golden needle to his own scene. 'The technique of the golden needle is not only the art of saving people's lives but also the skill of killing people in the invisible, in his lifetime, the master can find an apprentice like you who is rare in a thousand years, it is really a good old man. The ancestors appeared, the great luck of China, hehehe, the death is smiling Jiuquan------- the master has nothing else to hope for, I just hope you promise the master two things: the first is that the poisoners of Japanese militarism will not be saved, and the traitors and traitors cannot be saved;

What cannot be let go of is the deep-rooted pain and hatred in the hearts of the young master (Sun Yuanping) after the July 7 Incident and the survival of the Chinese nation------ deep-rooted pain and hatred in the psychology of the young master, and his disgust and resentment towards traitors and traitors. Of course, there are a few people who experienced the era of fire and blood who do not have gritted their teeth and hatred for Japan (Japanese). An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, 100,000 young people and 100,000 troops!

But such a kind-eyed, love-hate old man would be assassinated in his own Fengping Hall, under the plaque of Fengping in the four seas. The sharp weapon on his chest and the stunned eyes all show the world the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of the killer. And Sun Xiaohai, who is also another person in Fengpingtang, also inserted a dagger in front of his heart, fortunately his heart did not grow on the left side, but was born on the right side, relying on his young body, he escaped this catastrophe and survived under Zheng Xuanqi's golden needle, and then was sent to the hospital. Through conscious intrusion, the killer's facial features and dialogue clearly appeared in Zheng Xuanqi's mind. When the killer came to the hospital to kill him again, he had just walked into Sun Xiaohai's ward and was broken by the crazy Yu Xiong who fought for his life (if Yu Xiong hadn't knelt on the ground and swore that he would not kill the murderer, Zheng Xuanqi would not have agreed to his shot), and the only good thing in the whole body may be the head and upper body. The murderer finally fell into the hands of the Hong Kong police, and in the face of the police's pale and feeble accusations, Yu Xiongzhi smiled slightly, but before that, Zheng Xuanqi got all the information he wanted.

Now there are two people kneeling in front of Zheng Xuanqi, both of them are dressed the same, one is serious, with white bandages tied on his forehead and right hand, and the other only has thick white gauze around his thighs. Next to them lay a man curled up motionless, but his peaceful and sleepy face and body were not in a good place, but they formed an extreme and disproportionate contradiction. But the two kneeling were not strange at all, because they were breaking out in a cold sweat at this time, experiencing this: they wanted to shout but couldn't scream, they wanted to move but couldn't move, they wanted to hear but couldn't hear the sound, and the fear in their hearts ------ this kind of means that only the devil can do! Those ordinary silver needles sealed their facial features, only their sight and smell were not sealed, but the pain in their faces, arms, and thighs was obviously magnified. Xiao Linhu and Cai Yaohui envied the one who was lying on the ground, their old acquaintance. He is none other than the largest investor (controller) of Hong Kong's underground black fist that cooperates with Xiao Linhu.

Zheng Xuanqi's immobility is to be used, and the grass will be cut and eradicated as soon as he moves. In Lai Junchen's "Luo Weaving Sutra", "Harm is often caused by ignorance, and disaster is unbearable." Duke Huan drowned his ministers, and his death was really mourning; ------- taught him not to show even the slightest mercy to his enemies.

There was a soft knock on the bedroom door, and then it was pushed in, and it was none other than Park Jae-hee, a South Korean. The corner of his eye only swept slightly over the three people on the ground, then he withdrew his attention, walked quickly to Zheng Xuanqi who was sitting on the sofa, leaned over and whispered in Korean, but as soon as the words came out, he was interrupted by Zheng Xuanqi.

"Speaking Chinese, they can't hear the sound. Zheng Xuanqi said coldly at the three people on the ground in front of him.

Park Jae-hee was slightly stunned, and then swept his eyes again, although he had doubts, but out of professional habits, he immediately changed his language and said: "Yes, Singapore's target, the minister has dealt with it, and there is no mistake in the process, and the police have no suspicion." The Ministers are now lurking and returning to Mission B. ”

"Well, got it. Zheng Xuanqi nodded, then thought about it and stared at Park Jae-hee, "After this incident, your mission lurking next to Choi will be over, and you will go back to South Korea to be promoted, and there will be big changes in South Korean politics after a while." Moreover, there is no Cui Yuanhao in this world, he will die in an accident next, and only Cui Xuanxi will remain in the world in the future. As for your dual identity, I'll talk to him, understand?" Zheng Xuanqi paused, recalling some of the most influential figures in South Korea in the next two decades and even in the next twenty years, and then said, "When the time comes, I will tell you the names of a few people who can get closer, who will explicitly refuse, and who will remain neutral------." ”

"Minister Cui------- Yes, Zheng Shao! I will do a good job in a while to find justice for myself and the minister. Park Jae-hee hesitated for a moment, and soon said seriously. But he didn't know that when he said this heartfelt sentence again, someone would give him a few unforgettable slaps in the ear for the rest of his life.

Hearing Park Jae-hee's words, although his sincerity could be heard in the words, Zheng Hyunqi's eyes became sharper, and then he got up and came to the study that connected the bedroom, carefully placing the Shen Nian Nanmu in his hand, and Park Jae-hee naturally followed him at this time. The only people left in the bedroom were the two people (Cai Yaohui and Xiao Linhu), their gurgling eyes, a look of pain and contempt.

"I didn't listen carefully just now, I didn't hear what you said?

Park Jae-hee naturally thought that Zheng Shao didn't care much when he returned to the study because he was going to place a wooden box, but the last sentence 'After thinking about it?' was not, his brows furrowed, and he said carefully: "I think, I will return to work well after I go back, seize the opportunity to be promoted, and then, and then I will carefully investigate the cause of the death of the minister's wife back then, I suspect that I will find justice for Choi and Minister Choi -------." ”

"Smack!" As soon as the words fell, a sound echoed in the study and bedroom, and this time it was naturally Zheng Xuanqi's slap to Park Chung-hee.

Park Jae-hee was stunned for a moment, staring at his eyes and not knowing the state, although it was clear that the other party was still a head shorter than him, but he still didn't dare to fight back. Koreans learned from Confucian Confucianism and the concept of deep and strict Japanese hierarchy, and his first reaction at this moment was to suffer in silence. Zheng Xuanqi is naturally very aware of the Koreans' thinking of this "Korean stick", especially their orderly young and old, senior divisions, and military culture.

"Say!" Zheng Xuanqi said calmly.

"I will definitely get justice for Minister Choi!" Park Jae-hee said loudly without thinking about it.

"Smack!" Zheng Xuanqi's blow was harder than the first time, and the corners of Park Jae-hee's mouth instantly oozed blood.

"Think about it, let's talk about it!" This time Zheng Xuanqi's voice was like a cold wind blowing from the Nine Shadows Cave, blowing in and still didn't know where to say the wrong thing, Park Jae-hee's ears immediately froze his expression, "I'll tell you one more thing, Choi Hyun-hee's wife is dead because he broke the rules, and he can safely take you out of Korea because his wife is dead." ”

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At this time, Park Jae-hee's feelings were no longer the shock, fear, and fear of the previous times, and then awe, but transformed into a kind of heartfelt respect and surrender! In his heart, he finally understood why the young man in front of him could let his "beloved" minister change his name and fake his death, and he knew more about why Confucianism has a saying that a king is born and the destiny of heaven returns.

"The right is not earned by the handouts of others, but by oneself on one's own initiative! If you don't have that ability, just put it here for me!" This is what he said to himself, a "joke" from a teenager younger than himself, and a "boss" who will follow him in the future.

"I'm a doctor!" The ringing of the mobile phone interrupted Park Jae-hee's thinking, and also made Jung Hyun-ki walk out of the study and into the bedroom again. Zheng Xuanqi knew that the caller must have come from a distant place and was eagerly waiting for the news, so he said briefly.

"The vulture has successfully raided, but it has missed 2 small fish, but it has just become our rations, but the area A in front is very clean, not a single cockroach has been spared, the dichlorvos insecticidal effect is really strong, but it is too expensive!" After speaking, he hung up the phone, and the corner of Zheng Xuanqi's mouth finally showed a smile.