Yang House.

The two words are vigorous and powerful, and they are quite stylish.

Passers-by who had wondered if the newly renovated courtyard house had become the office of some privileged department again stared at the plaque and marveled at the fact that it was actually a private house!

Almost under the Forbidden City Wall, the value is calculated in 100 million yuan, and there is a white marble unicorn in front of the door, which is the regulation of the palace in ancient times.

The passers-by who come and go of the Yang family are surprised, and most of the people who often wander around in this area are the real old Beijing, influenced by the heritage of the ancient capital for thousands of years, and like to talk about the secrets of politics and business.

After repairing the house, a group of workers hung up the plaque and did not return to the courtyard, carrying ladders and tools, talking and laughing and leaving.

The workers walked on the front foot, and the back foot came to two cars, an Audi A6, and a large off-road vehicle with a domineering appearance that won a 100% return rate, and the patent leather was shiny and dazzling.

Knight XV Heavy Duty Bulletproof Dirt Bike.

Because this car is too niche and too rare, most people don't know it, but people who don't know about cars can feel the violentness of the Knight XV.

Two cars, six or seven men came down, all slender and straight, very cool and man, in the snow-rendered world, the black clothes on their bodies were particularly eye-catching, and the women passing by couldn't help but look sideways.

The main entrance of the courtyard is open.

The group did not enter directly, but stopped in front of the door and stared up at the plaque.

"The old man's words are still magnificent, but it's a pity that his body can't survive, and experts say that he can't survive this winter." The person who spoke was Wu Jie, the benchmark figure of the courtyard of the Military Commission.

The top young man in the capital thought that the emperor at home was about to run out of oil and the lamp was dry, and sighed gloomily, although the old man was over 100 years old, his great achievements will be recorded in history forever, and he has no regrets in this life, but he is reluctant to let the old man leave anyway.

"It's because it's the old man's words that I hang it out." Yang Chen was also in a heavy mood, and walked into the house with a blank face, this house with a back garden was worth 300 million.

Parents like the charm of old Beijing, and catch up with a provincial office in Beijing in response to the central government-led rectification movement, eager to auction this courtyard for reception, he simply bought, in the middle of summer to leave Beijing, now return is the snowflakes in the middle of winter, most of the courtyard has been renovated, antique decoration style perfect interpretation of what is low-key luxury.

Beichizi Street runs from north to south, the gate of the street is naturally open on the east wall of the courtyard, not in the front, the front yard is empty, the backyard garden goldfish pond, rockery, pavilion, corridor, complement each other, and the sense of design is not inferior to those famous gardens in Suzhou.

After everyone looked at the front yard and the backyard, they were full of praise and entered the living room of the main house in the front yard, Yang Chen, Wu Jie, and Wei Ziwen sat down, and Long San and the two black-clothed men stood aside.

"How's the research on what I gave you?" Yang Chen asked Wu Jie.

"Yang Zi, how did you get that thing?" Wu Jie asked Yang Chen rhetorically, three months ago, his old comrades-in-arms sent someone to hand him a thing, similar to a metal knee pad, which was tested by the military's secret laboratory, and the material and forging process of this thing were far from being able to be clarified by current scientific research methods.

"It's the same as saying it or not, you can study it slowly, and hope to make a breakthrough as soon as possible." Yang Chen avoided the important and concealed the truth.

Wu Jie understood the personality of his old comrades-in-arms, and forced the urge to get to the bottom of the matter, and said: "Several old leaders of Sharp Blade contacted me, asked me to help them convey their gratitude to you, and invited you back to get together. ”

"Thank you, I wouldn't be where I am today without a sharp blade." Yang Chen sighed with emotion, groaned and continued: "It's been almost ten years since I left the blade, but I should go back and take a look." ”

Wu Jie nodded excitedly and said, "That's no problem, when I'm done with this bit of rotten business at hand, I'll go with you next week, by the way, didn't you say that the rat will come back soon, and then we'll go together with the three musketeers." ”

The Three Musketeers.

Several leaders of the Blade Base teased the three of them.

"Old Wu, Yang Zi, how do you arrange tonight?" Wei Ziwen squeezed his eyebrows and interjected, obviously wanting to gather his brothers to fool around under the guise of catching the wind for Yang Chen.

"There is no fart arrangement, I will accompany Lao Yu to Urumqi on a business trip in the evening." Wu Jie had a bitter look on his face, and recently the separatists in Western Xinjiang have colluded with foreign terrorist organizations very frequently, causing many departments of the 11th Bureau to turn around.

"Lao Wu has something, what about me, I've been wandering outside for a few months, I'm tired, I don't want to make a fuss, just find a few big Yanmars by yourself, and make it refreshing." Yang Chen looked at Wei Ziwen with a smile.

Wei Ziwen smiled bitterly: "Forget it, I'll go home and cultivate my body." ”

"If you want to be able to cultivate your self-cultivation, I will definitely eat fasting and chant Buddha." Wu Jie smiled and squeezed Wei Ziwen, Wei Ziwen smiled treacherously, and the three of them chatted for more than an hour.

At the gate, Long Sanmu sent Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen away by car, approached Yang Chen and said, "Boss, the secret commissioner of the White House is rushing here from the airport. ”

"If you block people down for a while, you will say that I am not available today" Yang Chen smiled deeply, he had been away from Amazon for more than two months, and the U.S. government, military, and CIA had sent people to him many times, promising all kinds of benefits, and trying to change the armor that was taken off the monster's body.

Long Sanxin nodded in understanding.

Yang Chen turned around and returned to the house, and went straight to the backyard where the garden was located, there were six main rooms in the backyard, every three were opened up to make a suite, the area and luxury were comparable to the presidential suite of a top hotel, the four east wings served as guest rooms, and the west wings were changed into kitchens, restaurants, and maid's rooms.

The living room, bedroom, study, large bathroom, gym are all available, and besides, Yang Chen lives in these three rooms unlike the three rooms next door that are blindly retro according to the wishes of his parents, mixed with a lot of modern elements that are enough to make newcomers marvel, at this time Yang Chen didn't have the slightest intention to appreciate these, opened the alloy lockbox he brought back, and there were two arms guards with a silver metallic luster in the box.

The arm guards are engraved with exquisite patterns, as if they are handmade by human skilled craftsmen, Yang Chen took out an arm guard, the seemingly heavy arm guard is very light and light, thirty-three centimeters long, almost able to wrap the small arm of a man of medium stature, and shoots at close range with a semi-automatic rifle, leaving no trace of projectile bombardment, and the hardest titanium alloy is weak compared to this thing.

Yang Chen gently stroked the edge of the front end of the armguard, smooth and flat, this is the most incredible place for him, when fighting with monsters, this armguard stretched out four narrow blades that sharpened iron like mud, similar to the iron claws of Wolverine, the protagonist of "X-Men", and the moment the arm guard was removed, the sharp blade automatically retracted into the armguard.

Today he finally had time to fiddle with this thing carefully, tossing and turning, frowning and pondering, the inside of the arm guard was also engraved with patterns, his right hand reached into it, caressing these lines, and suddenly felt the bulge shaped like a doji, and he moved and pressed it hard.

After the crisp sound of clicking, the extremely hard arm guard was like a bamboo tube split by a sharp blade, turning into two pieces.