"Huaxia Qinglong?"

Kazuo Yamamoto whispered silently, uttering a word that was completely unfamiliar to him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was the most mysterious of all his known enemies.

Compared with Guo Guohua and Ma Xiaoling, the two enemies he already knows, the so-called Huaxia Qinglong, is too mysterious.

Who the hell is he? Is it male or female? Is it old or young?

Even, even what the other party's real name is, Kazuo Yamamoto doesn't know at all.

The only thing I know is the word "Huaxia Qinglong" that I know from Miaoshan's mouth.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Suddenly, Kazuo Yamamoto's face showed a faint smile.

Huaxia Qinglong!

Whoever you really are, if you want to kill me, then come on! I'm waiting for you.

For Kazuo Yamamoto, he didn't care about his life or death at all, he was a person who should have died sixty years ago.

Now, living in the world is a kind of torture and a pain for him.

He wished that someone could come and end it all for him, and let him go.

It's just that he, who has been educated in the Great Japanese Empire since he was a child, does not allow himself to die at the hands of a person who is weaker than himself, and only those who are stronger than him are qualified to kill him.

Hopefully, you won't let me down too much!

Huaxia Qinglong!

……

Huaxia, Zhongnanhai.

Office of the Secretariat of the CPC Central Committee.

In the office, a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties with glasses was sitting at his desk, holding a document and reading it carefully, frowning from time to time, as if he was thinking about something difficult to decide.

"Report to the chief, Master Qingyun is here!"

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door of the office, and immediately, a soldier in a green Huaxia military uniform pushed the door in, and with a "pop", he gave a standard military salute to the middle-aged man in the room.

"Quick...... Invite him in. ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man who was still frowning and contemplating suddenly showed joy on his face, hurriedly put down the document in his hand, and commanded the soldier with excitement on his face.

"Yes!"

When the soldier received the order of his chief, he did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and after answering the order, he hurriedly ran out.

In a short time, the door was opened again, and the soldier who had just run out had returned, but this time, he was not alone, and behind him, there was a figure.

Behind the soldier was a young man in his mid-twenties.

He was wearing a white athleisure outfit on his upper body, a pair of black jeans on his lower body, and a pair of flip-flops under his feet.

The young man's outfit immediately stood in stark contrast to the solemn and solemn surroundings of the State Clerk's Office.

This is the appearance of meeting the leader of the country, which is clearly a gesture of coming to a friend's house!

However, the soldier who brought the young man did not seem to feel anything wrong with this, but after sending the young man to the secretary's office, he withdrew, and by the way, he did not forget to bring the door of the office.

"Master Qingyun!"

Unexpectedly, after seeing the young man's outfit that was out of place with his surroundings, the middle-aged man was not angry, but quickly got up to greet him and respectfully welcomed the other party into the office.

"Hmm!"

The young man smiled faintly and nodded slightly.

There was no excitement at all in the face of a national leader, but calmly followed the middle-aged man and walked into this office, which usually only the secretary of the Central Committee could set foot in.

"Master Qingyun, please be seated!"

Welcoming the young man to the sofa in the office, the middle-aged man himself did not sit down first, but waited aside, and only after the young man sat down did he dare to sit down.

Its respectful attitude is really mouth-wrenching.

Who would have imagined that the dignified secretary of the Central Committee of a country, one of the leaders of a country, would show such a respectful attitude in the face of such a young man, and who would believe it when he said it.

"Say it! You came to me, what's the matter? ”

The young man's face was still indifferent, and without the consent of the middle-aged man, he picked up the tea set on the coffee table, made himself a cup of fragrant tea, and drank it, completely looking like he had regarded this place as his home.

"Since I've been really busy with affairs recently, I can't come to visit, and I'm really sorry to trouble Master Qingyun to come over in person!"

However, seeing the young man's rude behavior, instead of being angry, the middle-aged man spoke apologetically to the young man.

"It's just that this matter is really important, and I can't make up my mind for a while, so I still hope to have a detailed discussion with Master Qingyun in person!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man's forehead was already unconsciously sweating, and he couldn't help but take out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and while gently wiping the sweat that was still overflowing on his forehead, he carefully explained.

This feeling, this attitude, really doesn't look like I'm talking to a junior who is younger than me, but more like asking an elder who is older than me.

However, in fact, it is not bad, he is really asking his elders for instructions.

Qingyun's true identity is the chief qigong master of Huaxia, a mysterious figure who can be said to be legendary among the high-level people in Huaxia.

At the same time, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, he has been serving as the director of a special department in China, the Ninth Special Incident Investigation Section.

Don't look at his current appearance, he only looks like he is in his early twenties, in fact, as far as the middle-aged man knows, due to the cultivation of qigong, the other party's young appearance has not changed since fifty years ago.

In other words, the young man in front of him, who seemed to be more than twenty years younger than him, was actually an old monster older than the middle-aged man's grandfather.

Of course, the reason why the middle-aged man has to be respectful to the young man in front of him is that the age difference is one aspect.

In fact, another reason is that the seemingly young man in front of him is really one of the elders who watched the middle-aged man grow up.

Even, according to generation, middle-aged men still want to call each other grandpa!

What a cheat! There is wood.