Shan Hong's face has been gloomy in the past few days, and his body is full of low pressure within five meters. The subordinates of the Heavy Armament were careful to bypass him, and never bothered him with anything that could be solved on their own. The news I just received today is quite special, and I need to report to Shan Hong for instructions. Several lieutenants pushed back and forth, and finally pushed Song Baifeng up.

"Report, General, receive the latest instructions from the Military Commission." Song Baifeng solemnly strode to Shan Hong's desk and presented the top-secret electronic board in his hand to the table.

Shan Hong stretched out his index finger and pointed at the fingerprint analysis button, and "hummed" impatiently. Fingerprint and voiceprint detection passes, and the screen on the electronic board turns on instantly, and a command is presented on it.

Song Baifeng carefully observed Shan Hong's expression from a distance of three meters, and his eyes did not dare to sweep to the electronic board.

"What's the news on the Heavy Nine?"

A cold and hard voice suddenly sounded, Song Baifeng was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "I reported three days ago, and the seven teams were all wiped out." The fighter plane exploded seven times, none of the crew members on board escaped, and the recorder was completely destroyed. According to the on-site investigation and the oral account of Lu Dawang, the only survivor of the seventh team, it is suspected that the team member Bao Linjing was infected by the chaotic body and poisoned the whole team. ”

As an intimate little secretary, Song Baifeng felt that it was very necessary to take care of his future wife for his master when he was in Xia Cheng, and after the incident on the way back, after the master and his wife were separated, he had been "heartbroken", so he always paid attention to the news of the reloaded seventh and ninth teams that were left behind. Sure enough, Shan Hong couldn't help but ask about the situation of Team Nine. After his brain added, "This is caring about the whereabouts of my wife." Song Baifeng immediately presented the "official news" from below. At this time, although Shan Hong didn't even move the corners of his eyes, Song Baifeng just knew that the master was very annoyed. He hurriedly sent his gossip again.

"Although the Ninth Heavy Team did not find Ms. Tong Yunyu herself, they did find the local survivors. According to survivors, a high-level small fighter plane left a small shelter in Late Autumn City five days ago. Team Nine entered the shelter and found that all the contents were destroyed and there was no record to check. However, a clever ghost found a woman's hair in a secret compartment on the wall of a room. After genetic comparison, it was confirmed that it was Ms. Tong Yunyu's. ”

Shan Hong raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Baifeng, but he was still silent. Song Baifeng understood that it meant "attention"! He was triumphant about the many preparations he had made before he came to see his master.

"I've also checked satellite records. You guess. Where did that small fighter go? ”

Shan Hong put down the top-secret electronic board in his hand. He retreated back to the back of his chair, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he squinted at Song Baifeng.

Song Baifeng originally wanted to hold out for a while and let the master guess. It's also good to reflect your own existence. was looked at fiercely by Shan Hong's cold gaze. I couldn't help but feel chills. Don't dare to take it again. The small fighter plane finally landed at the Men's Rights League's Taoyuan base. Satellite footage showed that Tong Yunyu's family of four got off the small fighter. ”

"Zhao Yufeng is still alive?" A family of four, Shan Hong tasted it in his heart. Suddenly, I felt that these words were very harsh.

Song Baifeng immediately added: "It's Ms. Tong Yunyu and her two daughters, as well as Zhao Yufeng." Yao Chunsheng was nowhere to be seen. ”

When Shan Hong heard the answer he didn't want to hear, he felt more and more annoyed.

"Prepare the fighter plane, and I will return to the headquarters of the Military Commission in an hour."

Song Baifeng returned with a military salute straight and stepped out of the door to arrange.

Shan Hong was the only one left in the room. He let out a long sigh. His eyes stared into the air, his head resting on the back of his chair, and his back was rarely bent. The whole person, piled on the chair, began to be in a daze.

In the more than half a month since he returned to the military headquarters, he was first busy for three days, ruthlessly cleaned up the Wang family and other rebellious families, and by the way, took back the command of the saber in the last days. When he turned back to pay attention to the news of Late Autumn City, he learned that Tong Yunyu was missing. At that moment, his heart seemed to be hit hard, and a long-lost feeling called panic surged up. During the day, he didn't show any thoughts, and when he was alone at night, he secretly reflected to himself, it turned out that subconsciously, he had already regarded her as his wife.

Not only did they fight each other sympathetically for a few days in Xia Cheng, but in the communication before they met, they were already moved by the woman who cried "You come back soon". Such unreserved sincerity, such affectionate calling, was something he had never seen before. Women never fall in love with a man seriously, they will only play with men as passers-by one after another, and the so-called "morning thoughts" are all used to deceive innocent men - this is his obsession before he met Tong Yunyu. And now, he thinks about the bits and pieces of getting along with Tong Yunyu again and again in the dark night, thinking about the love she had when she misconfessed, thinking that she still couldn't bear it after she was killed, thinking about the crimson cheeks when she was intentionally tempted, thinking about her resolute eyes on the fighter plane, and thinking about the pain she used to connect with her spirit......

Shan Hong knew: he was trapped.

Two hours later, Shan Hong entered the room of Hao Weiming, chairman of the Central Military Commission, and after giving a military salute to the other party, he looked at the chairman in front of him who was pushed up by himself.

Hao Weiming, who was only middle-aged, had gray hair, and nodded at Shan Hong, "I'm waiting for you." There's someone who wants to meet you. He's a top-secret person, and I hope you keep him. ”

Shan Hong bowed his head and took over the task.

As Hao Weiming's palm slapped, the wall on one side rose upward, revealing a small black corridor. Hao Weiming waved his hand.

Shan Hong walked in without hesitation.

There were no electronic devices in the corridor, so Shan Hong lit up the electronic board screen on his wrist and walked slowly. Soon, I saw an old-fashioned black door in front of me.

There is also no electronic lock on the door, and it belongs to the old-fashioned manual sliding door from 200 years ago. Shan Hong held the doorknob in one hand, twisted it, and slowly pushed the door open.

The room was dark, except for a dim candlelight in the opposite corner. Beside him sat a man, the light of the dancing candle shining in his white hair, and an elegant face with an indifferent smile.

"Hello, I'm Shan Hong. The creator of the Apocalyptic Saber, the only male in the world with a spirit level of B+3. Shan Hong stopped by the door and introduced himself lightly.

The old man stood up gracefully and stretched out a palm towards Shan Hong, "Hello, I'm Liu Xian, the highest-level wise man of the Men's Power Alliance. ”

Shan Hong's gaze fell on the right hand, and he took a few steps forward and stretched out his right hand, and the two hands were clasped together for two seconds, that is, separated.

"Today's men have long forgotten the traditional etiquette of 500 years ago, and few people still perform this handshake. I was glad to meet a young man in the army who knew the old rites. (To be continued......)

PS: After leaving the heroine, Shan Hong saw his sincerity, and it was rare for such a man to fall in. The little eunuch Song Baifeng jumped out again to steal the scene.