"Different? What's different? Yan Murong pursed his lips and said disapprerovingly. Since the members of the Ghost can spread all over the world, they must have existed for many years. It's been so many years, and I haven't seen any progress in any country, so why do you spend that time? If you have that time, it is better to let these officials and gentlemen ponder how to make our Chinese people's lives more comfortable, as for ghosts, just be careful. ”

Cheng Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, he couldn't keep up with Yan Murong's thinking.

How can you say that this kid is also ***, and he is also the top character in ***, why don't you play cards according to the routine when you can say and do?

Do those *** do it every day? Eating, drinking, sleeping, pickling girls, causing trouble. He is good, and he cares about the people's livelihood.

"You're thinking too simply." Cheng Zhiyuan patiently explained. "The fact that the ghost has existed for so many years can be imagined how strict its organizational discipline is -- in the case of troops, the commander is of course at the top, and the number of personnel under the army, division, brigade, regiment, battalion, company, platoon, and squad is also different for each position."

"Uncle Cheng, I haven't been to school, I don't have any culture, what do you want to say, let's explain it directly, so you don't have to test my listening here." Yan Murong said with a depressed face.

"You kid, what I said is so incomprehensible to you?" Cheng Zhiyuan said with tears and laughter. "I just wanted to explain it to you a little bit more clearly."

"Okay, then you go ahead, I'll just listen." Yan Murong said helplessly.

"You." Cheng Zhiyuan smiled bitterly and nodded at Yan Murong before continuing. "I also know a little about some of your things, although I don't know how you got into trouble with ghosts, but in these assassinations and kidnappings, you should have killed a lot of ghost killers, right?"

"Not much, right?" Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "You can count on one hand."

"What if you add that friend of yours to kill?" Cheng Zhiyuan said with a smile on his face. "Viper, the third-ranked killer in the world, is good at using poison. Well, I'm not wrong, right? ”

Hearing Cheng Zhiyuan's words, Yan Murong's heart sank, and he shook his head with a wry smile, thinking to himself, a country is a country, no matter how strong a person is, he can't compare with a country.

"Uncle Cheng, count me in begging you, don't hurt my friend." Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "I can guarantee that she is usually active abroad, and in Huaxia, she is very honest."

"Don't worry, she'll be fine." Cheng Zhiyuan said with a smile. "I'm just giving you a heads-up."

"Thank you." Yan Murong said sincerely.

"Don't thank you, let's move on." Cheng Zhiyuan said. "As far as I know, there are no less than twenty ghost members who have died at your hands, and there is also an A-class killer, am I right?"

"That's right." Yan Murong replied honestly, and he didn't think about hiding anything, even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't hide it.

"That's why I said this time was different." Cheng Zhiyuan said. "Like I said, the number of people managed in each position is different - the fact that an organization like Ghost has survived for so many years shows how tightly it is managed. To put it mildly, the ghost manages its members even more strictly than the troops' management of its soldiers. ”

"Does this have anything to do with Zheng Tianlun's life or death?" The more Yan Murong listened, the more confused he became, and no matter how he listened, he couldn't tell what the connection was.

"Of course it does." Cheng Zhiyuan said. "Think about it, the management of ghosts is so strict, how can it be possible to send so many killers to carry out missions at once? And there are A-class killers. ”

"You mean. Zheng Tianlun has a high status in ghosts? Yan Murong's brows furrowed again, as if he had figured out something.

"That's right." Cheng Zhiyuan laughed, and he was also very satisfied with Yan Murong's little bit.

"Judging from the number of personnel transfers, Zheng Tianlun's status in the ghost should not be low, and it is even likely to be the status of a regional leader - the higher the status, the more internal information he will be exposed to."

"The state wants him?" Yan Murong asked.

"Yes." Cheng Zhiyuan nodded, sighed, and said. "So, you've been so reckless this time that the old chief has been a little passive—but blame me, if I had gone myself, maybe you wouldn't have been so impulsive. I didn't expect you to be so decisive and kill when you say kill. ”

"Kill all the kills, what else can I do." Yan Murong pouted and said. "Whatever they do, even if they shoot me, Zheng Tianlun won't survive."

"You kid has a big heart." Cheng Zhiyuan shook his head helplessly.

"It's a good heart." Yan Murong said with a smile. "My master said that those with big hearts have troubles."

"Makes sense, too." Cheng Zhiyuan nodded approvingly and said. "But you don't have to worry, no matter what, it won't be your turn to shoot you, you can do whatever you want, but if you encounter something like this in the future, you should discuss it with the old chief first."

"What should I do?"

Hearing Cheng Zhiyuan's words, Yan Murong's face fell. "Feelings, what kind of soft terrorist organization are you, and this is different, that is different, fooling me for a long time, all scaring me?"

"Why am I scaring you?" Cheng Zhiyuan couldn't cry or laugh. "I'm just telling you how irrational what you're doing today -- your family is different, and you have to be more mature in your way of doing things, and you can't just do anything without scruples, and just bury your head in the horns and rush up."

"What's wrong with being direct, I get so many twists and turns, I'm dizzy." Yan Murong said defensively. "I'm taking the rough and bold route, and those gentle and fresh styles are not suitable for me - for example, if a dog bites you, how good it is to punch its head directly, why bother to calculate how to bite back?"

"You guy, I can't tell you what I understand." Cheng Zhiyuan's face was entangled.

He couldn't figure it out, although the old chief had been fighting all his life, he was also unrivaled in mental means, but in this third generation, how could such a strange thing come out? Is it really the sentence "This is a strange era"?

At this time, without waiting for Yan Murong to speak again, a loud report came from the door of the office, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet corridor late at night.

"Come in." Cheng Zhiyuan frowned and shouted.

"Commander, someone wants to see you." Cheng Zhiyuan's guard pushed the door and walked in and said.

"Who?" Cheng Zhiyuan asked strangely. It's windy and rainy, and it's the middle of the night, and there is still someone who wants to see him?

"Ma Liansheng, director of the Guangdong branch of the National Security Bureau."

"Ma Liansheng?" Cheng Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, glanced at Yan Murong, and said. "I didn't expect it to come so quickly."