Huaxia Society.

One of the four major congresses in the capital is the most ancient, and one of the independent courtyards is almost never open to the public, because Zhang Lingfeng, who claims to be the head of the prince of Beijing, has lived here for a long time.

Founded in the 90s of the last century, this top club in Beijing became a tool for Zhang Lingfeng to expand his contacts and win people's hearts six years ago, and the original founder was reduced to a puppet standing in front of the stage.

Grab by force.

Do not hesitate to oppress others.

Zhang Lingfeng values the resources and influence of the Huaxia Society, holding these, is equivalent to holding the inexhaustible wealth, in the 21st century, talent is not expensive, what is expensive is connections.

Sitting in the bright main hall facing north and south, Zhang Lingfeng, who was insulted by Wu Jie two days ago, was finally disturbed by a series of bad news.

Syllable!

A celadon teacup from the hands of Jingdezhen craftsmen was shattered.

Zhang Lingfeng didn't understand his hatred after dropping something, and slapped the wooden table next to the chair again, his face sank like water, staring at the middle-aged man who had served him for many years, and scolded: "It's really a waste, I can't keep people talking, and I put my own people in it, how can I trust you after you call me?" ”

The middle-aged man bowed his head humbly, and the coercion of the young master made him break out in a cold sweat.

There are still five young people sitting on both sides, watching coldly, and the people below are afraid of Kun Ye, but Zhang Shao's dog, they can't be sympathetic and merciful, and there is no need for this.

"Get out!" After Zhang Lingfeng finished scolding, he slowly took a long breath a few times, stabilizing his emotions that were almost out of control, Kun Ye was like being amnestied, bent down and picked up the fragments of a teacup, and left in fear.

"Ling Feng is angry" A young man as elegant as Zhang Lingfeng but a little less imposing and a little more gloomy persuaded him, Li Min, Zhang Lingfeng is young, his grandfather is a veteran of the Zhang family, and his father is about to be transferred from the remote provinces in the northwest to the southwest, and he is in charge of the municipality with the largest population on the territory of the republic.

Pay close attention to the climbing tracks of the bigwigs, and it is not difficult to find that any municipality directly under the central government is an important springboard on the official career, which shows that Li Min's father has a great future in the future.

"Can I not be angry?" Zhang Lingfeng, who laughed angrily, showed self-deprecation, and was caught off guard by a counterattack by a foreign grassroots, how could he be embarrassed?

Careless, too careless, in the final analysis, he didn't take the grassroots called Yang Chen too seriously before, Zhang Lingfeng, who was used to reflection, gradually calmed down his anger, looked at the young man sitting side by side with Li Min, and asked: "Haoxuan, there will be a big adjustment in the leadership team of the Municipal Bureau, I want to arrange a few people." ”

Bai Haoxuan.

The only son of the mayor.

"Prince, this" Bai Haoxuan, who had just squeezed into the core layer of the princelings, was very embarrassed, causing cold eyes and ridicule from the rest of the room.

He, the mayor's son, doesn't have the ability to turn over the clouds and rain back then, at most, when he opens his eyes and closes his eyes, the fox is fake and the tiger is mighty, and he has to be scared.

"I'm not asking you to arrange it, just tell your dad that I'll visit him tomorrow night." Zhang Lingfeng explained his intentions, Bai Haoxuan was relieved, and nodded like a chicken eating rice.

Zhang Lingfeng was depressed.

Wu Jie's mood is not much stronger than that of this old opponent, he was scolded by his father, and he was personally visited by the hospitalized Young Master Guo, and apologized, although it was a formality, but he still felt aggrieved, but fortunately, Guo Dashao showed sincere fear and awe, so he felt better.

Why is Guo Dashao not aggrieved?

Disfigured and disfigured and made into a slight concussion, replaced by a perpetrator with no background and no identity, at least sentenced to prison, and a few years in prison, at this time, the other party said sorry lightly and revealed the matter, he still has to follow his father's orders, carefully pretend to be generous and force a smile, is it easy?

Guo Dashao, who was pampered and accustomed to suffering such a big dumb loss for the first time in his life, saw Wu Jie walk out of the ward, his expression changed sharply, hideous and ruthless

A military airfield in Pakistan.

Yang Chen, who was loaded with a gun, took off his sunglasses, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked in front of the twelve Arctic Fox Predators selected by Scorpion for him.

Twelve people stood straight, imposing.

Yang Chen nodded slightly while examining, satisfied in his heart, but it was not a taste, every time he acted, there were always people who fell tragically in the rain of bullets, and he couldn't come back, his heart ached, he was about to act, he wanted to speak a few times and stopped, he didn't know what to say, and a thousand words finally condensed his standard military salute.

Twelve people returned the salute in unison.

"Let's go!" Yang Chen was not verbose, and with an order, the operation began, taking the Pakistani military's Black Hawk helicopter, escorted by two Apache helicopter gunships, and flying to a mountainous area on the border with Afghanistan.

Airborne raid, armed helicopter cover, and quickly left after rescuing people, this is the general plan of the rescue plan, on the way, Yang Chen repeatedly deliberated on the action plan, for fear of loopholes and negligence.

The slightest mistake is a thousand miles.

The devil is in the details.

How dare Yang Chen be careless, not to mention that the person to be saved is Wu Rui, he has to be 200% careful in public and private, time passed quietly, and the twelve people in the cabin all closed their eyes and seemed to be calm.

Slaughter.

They had been through so much that they were almost numb, but when the pilot said they would arrive at their destination in ten minutes, they still showed bloodthirsty excitement, as if they were born to kill.

The mountainous area near the Pakistan-Afghanistan border on this side of Pakistan is high and densely forested, and as the saying goes, poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, which is very appropriate here.

A number of terrorist forces have infiltrated the mountainous areas of Pakistan and become an international problem.

With anti-American sentiment, sympathetic terrorist mentality, and thousands of schools propagating extremist religious ideas, and the difficulty of foreign forces to enter, Pakistan has become a paradise for terrorist organizations to grow and develop.

"It's here!" The Pakistani pilot informed the people in the cabin in stiff English, Yang Chen opened the cabin door, looked around, and in the valley of 45 degrees below him, a large area of dense adobe houses built against the mountains appeared, like villages.

That's it!

Yang Chen, who has carefully studied the satellite positioning photos, is familiar with this "village".

According to the prior agreement, the two Apache broke away from the formation, accelerated their dive, and immediately the machine guns roared, and the wooden building sentry posts, machine gun positions, and dark bunkers on the outskirts of the village fell apart under the impact of the fierce metal storm, and the terrorists who resisted with guns were as weak as the remnant clouds swept away by the wind.

Some people fell down with a wail, and some people were directly blown into slag.

Two Apache cleared ground targets and hovered for air cover.

The Black Hawk helicopter flew over a tulou, Yang Chen threw down the rope, was the first to turn out of the cabin, head and foot, only with his legs between the rope and quickly slid down, and held two guns in both hands, shot one after another, killed the enemy in the field of vision, floated to the ground, inserted two excellent Beretta 92F pistols into the holsters on both sides of his thighs, took off the MP5 submachine gun hanging on the back, and half-squatted on the roof of the three-story tulou, raising the gun on alert.

The twelve people in the cabin taxed down in turn.

[Author's digression]: I'm very sorry, what I owe today, I will make up for it at noon tomorrow, so that the unstable state may continue until the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, I know that everyone is anxious, I am also anxious, kneel and beg for forgiveness, if you don't understand, then spit out a few more bad words, out of anger.