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At the same time, the lights in the ward also came on all at once.

I saw Song Zheyuan, who was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed, sitting up with a pistol in his hand.

"Raise your hand, little thief, what a bold man, stealing everything to Lao Tzu." In fact, Song Zheyuan was awakened the moment the harrier opened the window, he slowly reached under the pillow with one hand, and the other hand had already touched the switch of the light.

The moment Wang Liang and the harrier landed, Song Zheyuan felt that the opportunity had come, and immediately turned on the light, and at the same time the gun was also aimed at Wang Liang, who was standing at the front.

Song Zheyuan is not like the group of officials in Nanjing who are pampered all day long, and he has no ability to adapt to changes at all.

He is also a veteran who has fought countless vicious battles, although he is no longer on the front line, but the good habits that Song Zheyuan developed on the battlefield have not changed at all with time.

When you sleep, not only will you not sleep very deadly, but you must put a pistol under the pillow, loaded in case of accidents.

Seeing this, Wang Liang and Harrier had no choice but to raise their hands obediently.

In fact, Wang Liang was only less than two meters away from Song Zheyuan at this time, and he could easily snatch the gun as soon as he made a move.

Besides, who would put a loaded pistol under their pillow while sleeping, don't they want to die?

But Wang Liang didn't move, because according to the rifle indicator, he knew that the pistol in front of him was indeed loaded.

Although Wang Liang couldn't tell what model of pistol Song Zheyuan was holding in his hand, the structure of its indicator on the shell hook was the iron piece in the middle of the shell hook, and the iron piece would eject out of the shell hook plane when there was a bullet.

At this time, the iron sheet pushes out of the plane of the shell hook. What does this mean, the bullet is already loaded!

This Song Zheyuan is really a fucking madman, Wang Liang scolded secretly in his heart.

"Commander Song, don't shoot, I don't mean anything." Wang Liang had to stabilize this old boy first, in case he was in trouble if he shot in excitement.

It's hard to explain that if you say it, it will be troublesome to let your grandson, a bastard, notice it, and you won't be able to carry out your next plan.

"Hmph, there's no malice, so why don't you come in through the front door, you have to climb the window." Song Zheyuan smiled coldly, is it easy to fool me when I am a three-year-old child?

Wang Liang thought to himself, damn, you have to be able to come in from the main entrance, it's really brainless.

Wang Liang also thought in his heart, if he said it, Song Zheyuan would not shoot him and kill him, "Commander Song, I have something to show you, I guarantee that you will not be hostile to me after you read it." ”

"Oh, something, take it out and see." Song Zheyuan was interested when he heard Wang Liang say this, he was not afraid of Wang Liang pulling out his gun at all, because he was completely confident that he would kill Wang Liang in the first place.

"Okay, I don't have a weapon on me, I'll take it slowly, don't shoot." Wang Liang said, and his hand slowly reached into his pocket.

Song Zheyuan looked at the empty pocket, there was no room to put a gun at all, and his fingers moved away from the trigger.

What Wang Liang took out was a newspaper, which was today's newspaper, and he took it from the table in his ward just now. Wang Liang unfolded the newspaper and moved it to his head, pointing to the photo on the front page and smiling at Song Zheyuan.

"You are Wang Liang?!" Song Zheyuan immediately recognized it, it was he who asked Tong Linge to go to Wanping to find Wang Liang, how could he not know.

"Yes, Commander Song, this is my ID, you can verify it." Afraid that Song Zheyuan would not be at ease, Wang Liang handed over his military ID card again.

Song Zheyuan took the documents handed by Wang Liang and checked them carefully, and felt that there was no problem, so he put the gun away.

"Didn't I ask Commander Tong to send someone to send you to Nanjing? How did you end up here? Song Zheyuan asked Wang Liangdao.

As soon as Wang Liang was about to answer, he heard a knock on the door of the ward.

When~when~when~

The person outside the ward is the grandson, this kid will not stand guard in the middle of the night without sleeping, he drank too much water and got up to go to the toilet.

By the way, I glanced at Song Zheyuan's ward, and the light was actually on.

Sun Tzu thought to himself that although Song Zheyuan was a dying man, he still had to be courteous before he died. In case Song Zheyuan is happy to promote himself, he will not be a lackey. Is lucky? So the grandson walked over and knocked on the door, intending to ask Song Zheyuan if there was anything he needed help with.

"Who?" Song Zheyuan asked.

"Commander, it's me."

When Wang Liang heard it, who else could there be but his grandson in such a cheap voice, and he must not let his grandson know that he was here, and he had to find a place to hide.

Wang Liang said a dumb word to Song Zheyuan, meaning not to let himself know that he was here, and after speaking, he pulled the harrier to the bottom of Song Zheyuan's hospital bed.

Song Zheyuan looked confused, he couldn't understand what Wang Liang was playing, he had to do this, just do what he said, anyway, he was not an enemy.

"Come in." Song Zheyuan said in the direction of the door.

Sun Tzu pushed open the door and asked Song Zheyuan flatteringly: "Commander, why haven't you rested so late?" At the same time, the grandson was secretly looking inside and outside the house to see if there was anything unusual inside and outside. Suddenly, he noticed that the window was open.

Wang Liang and Harrier were discovered by Song Zheyuan as soon as they entered the house, how could they have time to close the windows.

"Oh, I'm thirsty, get up and drink some water. If you don't have anything else to do, go and rest early. ”

"Okay, Commander, I see that your window is not closed, and I will close it for you." The grandson has been with Song Zheyuan for a long time, and his temper and temperament are clear, and the meaning of this is to let yourself go out quickly.

But the grandson had a strange feeling that there was someone outside the window.

The grandson walked quickly to the window, stood there and looked at it carefully, and then closed the window after making sure it was correct.

Wang Liang took in all these things through a gap under the bed, and secretly scolded his grandson, who was a troubled king.

After that, the grandson left the room.

"There's no one, come out." Song Zheyuan got up from the bed and sat on the sofa next to him, and the two of them hid under his bed, which was really a little uncomfortable. "Now that there's no one left, can you answer my question?" Song Zheyuan asked Wang Liangdao.

"Little Japan attacked Wanping City, and I couldn't get out of the battle, so I only withdrew to Baoding yesterday." Wang Liang was concise and to the point, and he didn't want to grind too much. He can't stay here too long, and he has to get to business right away.

"Well, what are you doing here? This time, the chairman asked you to go to Nanjing, he must have kept you, but no matter what reward I want, Lao Tzu didn't have a penny. Song Zheyuan thought that Wang Liang was here to ask for credit, so he immediately refused.