Genius remembers in a second [Aishang Novel Network biquge.info] to provide you with wonderful novels to read.

"I won't cough cough and let you go, cough cough, I won't"

The heaven and earth of the plateau seem to echo with the intermittent hoarse roar

Jiang Yuan panted and propped up his waist, walking on the dark highway, reaching out and taking out the phone from his pocket, and was about to dial it out, but behind him there was a streamer slowly coming along the road.

Seeing this light, Jiang Yuan exhaled softly, then sat on the ground, casually put the phone back in his pocket, and then waited for the arrival of the car.

The car staggered and didn't know how long it had been traveling, feeling that there was a touch of warm sunlight shining on him in the sky, Jiang Yuan opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to cover the dazzling light, and then turned his head to look at the blue sky around him, and the faint white clouds, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Captain, I have avenged you"

"The people who planned and ordered the execution were all almost killed by me, although there may be someone behind me who indirectly led the appearance of the lone wolf plan, but at least I have achieved the first and most important step"

"As for those people in the back, I will check slowly in the future, and I will definitely make them pay enough price; But I can't find out now, their power seems to be too strong, but I won't be afraid, I will continue to track it down slowly and step by step in the future; And I'm sure they won't let me go."

"You wait, I'm a lone wolf, I'm the last little wolf, but the little wolf has grown up now, and I'll get our one back little by little."

"General Zhang Mingbo of the Northwest Military Region, who died of a heart attack five days ago, was held at the memorial service in Babaoshan, and the members of the highest seven-person group went to mourn and send wreaths"

Looking at the rows of wreaths on the TV and the photo among the flowers, a young man sitting on a gorgeous leather sofa slowly tightened his eyebrows, and a gloomy color began to appear on his handsome face.

Next to him, Mr. Wu was standing nervously on the side with his head down, above his forehead, at this time, fine beads of sweat came out of his forehead, and then slowly flowed down his forehead, until he reached the tip of his nose, and then hung quietly on the ground, swaying gently, as if he could drip down at any time; But Mr. Wu didn't dare to move, let alone reach out to wipe it, but just stood there with bated breath, leaving only a pair of hands hanging by his side, which was trembling faintly at this time.

The young man quietly watched the news end, picked up the remote control, turned off the TV and threw the remote control on the coffee table in front of him, then turned his head to look at Mr. Wu, who had been standing next to him for a long time, and said indifferently: "Old Wu, you have been with me for a few years."

"Yes, yes, Childe, I've been with Childe for six years," Mr. Wu replied in a trembling voice.

"Six years" The young man sighed softly, reached out and picked up a glass of red wine on the coffee table, shook it gently, and sniffed it at the end of his nose, staring at the red wine in the cup for a long time, and then said slowly: "It's been six years so soon, and I was only sixteen years old at that time, so fast."

Hearing the young man's sighing words, the expression on Mr. Wu's face became a little more nervous at this time, he raised his head slightly, looked at the young man in front of him, knelt down with a "plop", looked at the young man's appearance of quietly looking at the wine glass, and said in a trembling voice: "The old slave of the son should die if he mistook the big thing of the son."

"Alas, yes, I missed a big thing, I missed a big thing" The young man took the wine glass, shook it lightly again, and then brought it to his mouth and took a sip, letting the wine turn slightly in his mouth, and then swallowed it slowly, a faint satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and then he put down the wine glass in his hand and stretched out his hand to beckon.

At this moment, a young woman in a black uniform and a white apron walked over slowly, and then bent down to carefully take out a wine glass from the plate in her hand and put it in front of the young man.

The young man picked up the wine bottle, then poured wine lightly into the cup, and filled himself with some more, then looked at Mr. Wu, who was kneeling on the ground and put his head on the ground, and said, "Come on, old Wu, drink this glass of wine."

Hearing the voice of the young man, Mr. Wu, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled violently, and after a long time, he raised his head and looked at the young man, his eyes were full of fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "The old slave and the old slave will definitely do his best for the son, please ask the son to spare the old slave this time"

After saying that, Mr. Wu suddenly kowtowed to the ground

Looking at Mr. Wu's appearance, the young man sighed softly, then shook his head, and said, "Old Wu, what is good for you for you?" ”

"I let you in the northwest as a result of Zhang Mingbo's death"

"It's okay if you can't protect Zhang Mingbo, but you can't even catch anyone?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't catch it, it's okay to die, but you can't even do this, how do you say I will spare you?" The young man's eyes gradually turned cold, and his voice gradually became cold.

Hearing the young man's gradually cold words, Mr. Wu finally stopped kowtowing, raised his head tremblingly, looked at the red wine on the table, and showed a trace of pale on his face.

Since yesterday, he still hasn't been able to confirm whether that person is the Jiang Yuan, and he hasn't found any other clues; When he couldn't even find a trace of Jiang Yuan, Mr. Wu had already thought of the consequences;

It's just that he still retains a glimmer of hope, hoping to have the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, but now this glimmer of hope has been completely shattered

At that moment, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, kowtowed to the young man again, and then reached out and trembled to pick up the glass of red wine on the table, looked at the red wine, and then raised his head and took a sip of the wine, and poured the wine into his mouth violently.

Seeing Mr. Wu sip the red wine in one gulp, the cold expression on the young man's face finally relaxed, showed a smile, and nodded: "Old Wu, go out, I hope I can see you again!" ”

"Thank you, Childe, the old slave, and I hope to serve Childe again!"

Mr. Wu kowtowed to the young man again, and then struggled to get up from the ground, and with a miserable look on his face, he turned his head and walked out tremblingly. (To be continued)