Due to the excessive smoke and dust, Ai Qing's eagle eyes couldn't see who the person in the helicopter was, but he had a guess in his heart, since it was Leng Yixing's rescuer, could it be the boss of the Secret Service? But if you think about it carefully, the Secret Service has always been low-key, and it never talks about it, and the bigwigs in the bureau have a lot of opportunities, so they shouldn't have time to care about this kind of garbage task.

The helicopter flew over the town, hovering over it, as if it was demonstrating, blowing so that everyone couldn't open their eyes, but it was actually looking for a suitable landing place, and the people below made a large open space for it, Liu Jianhui stood at the door of the church, staring intently at the helicopter.

He wanted to see who had the audacity to use a helicopter in the military region without his permission.

The huge wind generated by the propeller blew out a circular area with a diameter of more than ten meters in the open space below, and the already dry ground suddenly flew sand and stones, and the people at the door of the church had to turn around and avoid it, while more than a dozen soldiers put on windproof masks and continued to guard Leng Yixing in front of them.

Leng Yixing was indifferent throughout the whole process, everything was going according to plan, and the rescuers he moved in could definitely overwhelm the audience.

As the speed of propeller rotation decreased, the base fell steadily on the ground, and through the yellow sand flying in the sky, a person walked out of the helicopter, this person was tightly covered, the wide sunglasses were more exaggerated than Leng Yixing's, and he was wearing a heavy headset on his head, judging from the outfit, he should be a pilot.

Liu Jianhui picked up the microphone and shouted through the loudspeaker on the armored car: "Which group are you the pilot of? Who is allowed to go out without permission? Report your travel number!"

Leng Yixing looked at Liu Jianhui's mighty and domineering appearance, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he thought: You just snort, and when you cry later.

Seeing that no one replied to him, Liu Jianhui couldn't get over his face, and continued to shout: "Report your name, who let you go out without permission?"

"What can you do to me, little bunny?" a powerful roar came from inside the helicopter.

Ai Qing and Liu Yun'er suddenly widened their eyes in shock, and the voice ...... It's so familiar, it's beyond their expectations, and there are always so many surprises and frightens in life.

The old man, dressed in a military uniform of the last century, stood straight behind the pilot, his emaciated face was red by the firelight, and he looked extremely grim, his eyes burning with flames, his frowning eyebrows, his clenched teeth, and his taut cheeks revealed the hatred in his heart.

"I'll see who dares to bully my son? Call me out that old immortal Liu Qingshan!"

That's right, this person is Hou Zhiyuan, the old military uniform was worn by him with a different temperament, although he is old, but his momentum is not old at all, this roar almost scared Liu Jianhui and a division commander to kneel.

Hou Zhiyuan's health is no longer in serious trouble, Leng Yixing contacted him through a special channel, telling him that his son is in danger and will be bullied by the Liu family.

So he contacted what he had brought before through Leng Yixing

A pro-soldier secretly drove a helicopter from the army just to catch up with Liu Yun'er's wedding in time.

"Hou, Commander Hou......" Liu Jianhui's trembling body was a little unsteady, and Hou Zhiyuan's influence on him was no less than that of Liu Qingshan.

Ai Qing walked to Hou Zhiyuan's side with Liu Yun'er's support and asked softly, "Dad, why are you here?"

"Yes, uncle, why are you here?" asked Liu Yun'er.

Hou Zhiyuan saw Ai Qing snuggled in Liu Yun'er's arms, although the blood stains on Ai Qing's body were almost cleaned up by Liu Yun'er, but her blue nose and swollen face made Hou Zhiyuan almost not come out This is his son.

He walked to the front of the seat belt in two steps, gently stroked Ai Qing's wound, his eyes narrowed into a slit, it was rare that all his attention was on Ai Qing's body this time, and he didn't look at Liu Yun'er next to him.

The white beard couldn't stop trembling, and the wrinkled hands lifted Ai Qing's head, seeing the tears on his face before he could wipe away.

Ai Qing just wanted to speak, but as soon as she was emotional, a mouthful of black-red blood gushed out of her chest and spit on Hou Zhiyuan's hand, "Dad, I'm fine, a small injury, I snatched Yun'er." He smiled, his mouth full of scarlet, and he couldn't see the teeth inside.

Hou Zhiyuan smiled and looked at Liu Yun'er on the side, wiped the blood from Ai Qing's mouth with his hand, his soft voice was like a warm spring breeze, and said: "Son, dad is here, don't be afraid of anything, our old Hou family is not a lamb to be slaughtered, but a coiled dragon and a crouching tiger, just waiting for the moment when the tiger roars and the dragon groans!"

He stuffed Ai Qing into Liu Yun'er's arms again, looked at the pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, mixed tastes in the play, squatted down and said to Liu Yun'er: "Yun'er, take care of him, I'll be in charge of your affairs!"

After that, Hou Zhiyuan got up and walked in the direction of the church, his expression instantly became colder, colder and colder, tyrannical gradually rose, his eyes were like a cold wind sweeping, people's hearts felt cold, and the young soldiers were better, because they didn't know who Hou Zhiyuan was.

When Hou Zhiyuan touched Ai Qing, Liu Jianhui knew that something was wrong, Hou Zhiyuan and his father Liu Qingshan were the same generation and old comrades-in-arms.

At the beginning, it was Hou Zhiyuan who took the initiative to abdicate before it was Liu Qingshan's turn to be the commander, otherwise his Liu family would always be Hou Zhiyuan's soldiers, when he first joined the army, Hou Zhiyuan's irascible personality left a deep impression on him, and his brothers of the same generation, except for Liu Zejun, who was in politics, the others were all educated by Hou Zhiyuan.

So Liu Jianhui didn't count as a fart in front of Hou Zhiyuan, he trotted forward to greet Hou Zhiyuan, but Hou Zhiyuan kicked him to the ground.

"Little cub of the Liu family, tell me, who the fuck beat my son? Let him come out of Lao Tzu, I will kill him!

Liu Jianhui didn't doubt Hou Zhiyuan's words at all, but he had no way to respond, he couldn't really hand over Liu Lan to Hou Zhiyuan to be shot, right?

He was a division commander, sitting on the ground and crying without tears, selling pity and pretending to be very innocent, but in fact he was indeed innocent.

"Don't say yes, right?"

If you get up from afar, you have to kick Liu Jianhui, and you don't need to aim at the root, because even if he kicks crookedly, Liu Jianhui will take the initiative to come up.

"Hou Zhiyuan, what is the matter? Stir such a big anger? At such an age, you still use juniors to spread fire, is it not a shame?"

Liu Qingshan had already heard Hou Zhiyuan's shout, and had long expected that Hou Zhiyuan would come, Liu Jianhui and the others did not recognize Hou Yan's appearance, but how could he not recognize it? It was exactly the same as Hou Yi's appearance more than 20 years ago.

"Liu Qingshan, you are an old immortal, you killed my eldest son more than 20 years ago, and now you are looking for someone to bully my younger son, do you think I can't do anything about you after I retire? Do you believe that Lao Tzu can take off your military uniform with a phone call?" When Hou Zhiyuan saw Liu Qingshan, he couldn't help but think of Hou Yi, if Hou Yi didn't die, he wouldn't leave the army.

The matter dates back to more than 20 years ago, Hou Zhiyuan was the commander-in-chief of the provincial army garrison, and although Liu Qingshan could be on an equal footing with him, he was still one of his deputies after all.

Liu Qingshan is in charge of the review, release and selection of fighters for various special missions, and there are some special secret missions that Hou Zhiyuan, the commander, cannot know the details of, such as the secret mission that Hou Yi's team took over.

Eight people, gone forever, as for whether Leng Yixing is among the eight people, Ai Qing can't be sure now, although Leng Yixing is standing at the door of the church now, but that pair of sunglasses are buckled in front of his eyes, except for people who are particularly familiar, who can recognize it.

Hou Zhiyuan attributed the failure of this mission and Hou Yi's death to Liu Qingshan, and he also knew in his heart that this could not be relied on Liu Qingshan, after all, the duty of a soldier is to carry out orders, and Liu Qingshan only issued a task, not to mention that this task was taken by those eight people on their own initiative, not the person chosen by Liu Qingshan.

But Hou Zhiyuan's psychology was not convinced, he felt that Hou Yi's death was too unjust, too unworthy, he and Liu Fen didn't even have a chance to see Hou Yi for the last time, and he couldn't find the body when he died, so he resolutely chose to retire in order not to affect the morale of the army in the army.

At that time, Hou Yan was less than five years old, and he and Liu Fen only hoped that their youngest son would not be like Hou Yi, and he only needed to be ordinary in his life.

Originally, everything was within Hou Zhiyuan and Liu Fen's script, even if Hou Yan took the wrong path and became a thief, Hou Zhiyuan only hated iron and steel at most, and did not worry that Hou Yan would follow Hou Yi's path.

Knowing that he saw Liu Yun'er, some things in the world are so helpless, and he can't hide from them in the end, Hou Zhiyuan likes Liu Yun'er very much, and thinks that maybe this is what God arranged for the Liu family to compensate him.

Who would have thought that this compensation was not so easy to get, not only was it difficult, but it almost killed Hou Yan, this time he naturally couldn't spare Liu Qingshan.

"Dissipate your anger, whether Hou Yi was killed or not by me You also know in your heart, don't put any on me!"

"Okay, I won't pursue Hou Yi's matter anymore, then let me ask you, whether Hou Yan was shot by someone from your Liu family, this machine gun and cannon are all on the set, I won't come to you."

Are they all planning to kill my son?" Hou Zhiyuan exposed the green tendons on his forehead, almost gritted his teeth in anger, and glared at Liu Qingshan angrily.

Liu Jianhui took the initiative to step forward and explained: "Commander Hou, it's not what you think, things are ......."

"I'll talk to your father, it's your turn to fart?" Hou Zhiyuan kicked Liu Jianhui's ass, so frightened that Liu Jianhui ran back behind his father.

"I admit that this matter is the fault of my Liu family, and we will give you an explanation, but your son disrupted my Liu family's wedding and injured my grandson, how can this account be calculated?" Liu Lan is the child of Liu Qingshan's eldest daughter's family.

"Count your mother a fart, Yun'er is Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law, you have to force him to marry someone else, what kind of bullshit daddy is her, what's it called? Get out!" Hou Zhiyuan scolded and didn't give anyone face.

Liu Zejun was pushed out of the crowd by Liu Jianhui, Liu Zejun panicked in his heart, if he knew that Ai Qing had such an ancestor behind him, he wouldn't dare to marry Liu Yun'er to Qiao Jian, and now that Qiao Jian is also dead, he was even more afraid, walked to the front and knelt directly on the ground, trembling and said: "Hou, Commander Hou ......"

When Hou Zhiyuan saw Liu Zejun's appearance, not only did he not get angry, but instead laughed and mocked Liu Qingshan and said, "This is the junior of your Liu family?

The men of the Liu family are all iron-clad hot-blooded men, and they don't kneel in the world or on the ground, Liu Zejun's move is obviously a loss of face for the Liu family.

Liu Qingshan had a gloomy face and said to Liu Jianhui: "Pull him down, it's really a waste!"

"Hou Zhiyuan, my grandson was also beaten and dying, and my son also knelt down for you, the matter has come to this, how do you want to solve it?"

"It's very simple, as long as you marry Liu Yun'er to my son, I can blame everything in the past. ”

Liu Qingshan's wrinkled face showed a lewd smile, and he said in a strange voice: "You let me marry my granddaughter to your son, then do you have to call me Dad?"

Liu Jianhui's eyes widened, his face was full of horror, and he reacted to over-frightened, if Hou Zhiyuan really became his peer, wouldn't he be trampled to death by this old man?

He is now praying that Hou Zhiyuan must be tougher, and don't listen to his father's nonsense there.