Of course, it is impossible for Uncle Feng to let go of this kind of talent, and he will only consider killing if he can't get it, otherwise it will be a fatal threat to himself at any time.

"Uncle Feng, it's not that I'm arrogant, it's enough for Heiyu to have me, that kid may not be as good as me."

"Let's all get out."

"Uncle Feng!" Lao Qi tried his best to convince Feng Henian that Zhang Han's ability was not as good as his own, and he was a chicken rib when he came.

Uncle Feng's eyes slowly looked at Lao Qi, that kind of look was at the critical point of anger, and a silent sense of threat forced Lao Qi to shut up, and obediently went out with Zhao Cripple and Liang.

Feng He can still have such momentum at the age of more than eighty, he is worthy of being the leader of the Black Feather Gang, everything can be seen in his eyes, and Zhang Han is no exception.

Uncle Feng picked up the surveillance screenshot, his withered yellow nails scratched Zhang Han's face, and he squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

Half a day later, I opened the drawer of Huang Huali's old-fashioned desk and found a black-and-white photo from a book.

This photo is a group photo of two young people, wearing old-fashioned military uniforms, with a Soviet-style submachine gun around their necks, a dirty hat crooked on their heads, and a liberation truck behind them.

The face of one of them is highly similar to Zhang Han, and if you don't look closely, you will really feel that it is the same person.

The other person was the Year of the Crane 60 years ago.

Uncle Feng flipped over the black-and-white photo, and there was a phone number on the back.

After dialing it was an old man's voice, tired and panting.

"Hey, who's that?"

"I, the Year of the Crane."

Zhang Han's grandfather was a little surprised, and the sound of something like a stick falling to the ground was pierced through the earpiece.

"Yo, I can't think of it, you're not dead yet?"

"Old fellow, aren't you dead too?" Uncle Feng sneered at each other.

"I can't live any better, I grow my own vegetables and eat them, I have cabbage, potatoes and tomatoes, and I also raise rabbits and pigeons to drink broth, which is better than what I ate when I was in the North China Field Army."

"Hehe, I thought you were a big official, but I didn't expect it to be so shabby, and it's almost the same as asking for food."

"Phew!" Zhang Han's grandfather looked down on Feng Henian's hedonism.

"To be an official, you have to eat and drink well? We're all pretty much alive, you still don't understand? ”

This means very clearly, I live freely, I am healthy and have a grandson, this is the day of living immortals, far more free than people with more money and more officials.

"Hmph, surnamed Zhang, we've been fighting for most of our lives without a winner, so we've changed our mouths?"

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, I'm still busy feeding the rabbits, don't talk about it, call me when you die, I'll send you a big wreath!"

"Wait, don't you want to know why I called you today?" Uncle Feng changed his words and said unhurriedly.

Zhang Fenggu almost hung up the phone and picked up the receiver again.

"Lao Tzu is very good, he will definitely die behind you!"

"Hehe... More than sixty years later, you're still the same. There is someone you should know, he is in Hainan. ”

"Who?"

"Your grandson."

"What, Han'er?" Zhang Fenggu scratched the back of his head, leaned his hoe against the tree, sat down and said, "Zhang Cong, this rabbit cub, tell me that Han'er is studying abroad, and there is no truth in his fucking mouth, what do you say Han'er is doing in Hainan?" ”

"It's nothing, but I've caused me a lot of trouble, and I'm thinking about killing him or letting him serve me." Uncle Feng's tone was very indifferent.

"Phew! The beauty you think, although the two of us have never distinguished ourselves in our lives, but Han'er, you can only wait for him to destroy you! Let's not talk about it, I have something to deal with..."

Zhang Cong's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Dad, what are you doing... If you have something to say, put the hoe down first... Father! ”

Toot beet...