This old man looks older than Wang Jingzhen, with a hunched back and pale white hair, and only the most primitive skin and bones are left around his body.

But there is a breath of anger in this old man.

A murderous aura that wades out of the sea of corpses and blood, and a domineering aura that is proud of the Yellow Mountain Cang Song in the world!

He has a face that is different from other seniors of his age.

The left side of the face is wrinkled and frighteningly black, while the right side of the face is covered with large patches of white spots.

One black and one white are inlaid on the same face, making people tremble and get goosebumps at the first glance.

The white patches are also called vitiligo, and they are skin diseases with a very high incidence.

When I first looked at this old man, a sense of familiarity rose in my heart.

When I took a second look, my heart pounded.

It's him!

No wonder there is such a powerful aura!

Twenty years ago, this old man was a well-known father-level boss.

Even ten years ago, this old man was the master who appeared on TV and newspapers anytime and anywhere.

"Where do you say the dead are you?"

Approaching everyone, the old man hunched his back and pointed to a piece of paper on the wall, and asked questions directly.

This piece of paper is one size bigger than Zhou Chenglong's command chart.

There are only the simplest three horizontal bars and three points in the middle of the big white paper. In the center of the three bars is the ridge of the sloping roof, and two are the side posts.

Three points are close together, one is the pigeon cage, and the other is Eucalyptus and his classmates.

This seems to be a handmade drawing by a kindergarten child, but I admire this old man very much.

This is the real original battle map!

The rescue map drawn by Zhou Chenglong is not worth mentioning compared to this one.

"This!"

I tiptoed forward and made a mark on the original battle map.

"Give him a red pen. Father can't see clearly."

The person who spoke was no more than fifty years old and wore a very ordinary cotton jacket.

His appearance is like Ma Zhongchao, and no one takes a second look at him on the subway or bus.

But there is a very peculiar place on this man's face.

His mouth is crooked!

It is this crooked mouth that has achieved this person's infinite future.

Taking the red pen, I drew a circle around the two little boys. After hesitating for only half a second, I took a red pen and drew a few more red lines on the map.

"What do these red lines mean?"

The crooked-mouthed man asked me calmly.

I didn't know who the crooked-mouthed man next to me was, or what the relationship between the old man and the two little boys in the back was.

But I knew that they were my last and only chance to save them.

"Qimen Bamen!"

The old man behind me slowly approached with his hands behind his back, slowly put on his reading glasses, and looked at the big white paper with his head slightly raised: "Death door!"

"This is the door of death!"

"Yang Yang...... Bad luck is less."

"Heaven is dead, my Zhang family."

The old man said this slowly without sadness or joy, and several people around him changed color with emotion.

Slowly saying this, the old man with white spots slowly turned his head to look at me, "What is the success rate of your method?"

The old man surnamed Zhang spoke very crisply, not only with a strong aura, but also with great courage.

If you were someone else, facing the old man surnamed Zhang, who was once a household name, he would definitely report that there were only fifty or sixty percent, and the remaining twenty percent and thirty percent would depend on the two little boys.

In the end, the remaining two or three percent were pushed to the operatives.

This kind of report, if successful, is a full credit.

If you fail to be held accountable, you won't be able to chase yourself.

But I won't.

Facing the old man surnamed Zhang, I said directly, "As long as you move them one meter to the right, they will be absolutely safe."

The people around me were shocked by my words, revealing doubts and puzzlement.

Even Zhang

The old man was hunched over, and his height was less than 1.6 meters, but when he looked at me levelly, I still felt the monument in the square I was facing.

Yangxu mountains stand, majestic mountains and rivers!

His pale yellow eyes looked at me and calmly said, "How? Attack or outwit?"

I looked at the old man surnamed Zhang and replied softly, "Attack. Thunderbolt. The best and most fearless warriors."

"Outwit, I'll recommend myself!"

Hearing this, the people around me looked up at me with complicated eyes and shocked expressions.

"Do you know about my great-grandson?"

Faced with the old man's answer, I shook my head calmly.

"Yang Yang has autism. You haven't said a word to me in three years."

"Concord Autism Scale test, which belongs to very severe patients."

"He and the youngest grandson of the Zhou family have been rehabilitating together at Xiehe for several years. After a long time, Yang Yang has become dependent on Eucalyptus."

"This time, the Zhou family is going to send Eucalyptus Yi abroad. Yang Yang was unwilling. Pull the eucalyptus to die together."

"I'll let the Zhou family Xiaolong take full responsibility."

After silently listening to the words of the old man surnamed Zhang, I bowed my head lightly: "Your great-grandson. Triumphantly. The biggest advantage and the biggest disadvantage."

The old man surnamed Zhang frowned slightly, and a deep sadness appeared between his eyebrows: "I am incompetent. I don't know."

"His grandfather, I don't know."

"What are you going to do?"

In the face of the old man's inquiry, I did not make any promises, but asked back: "What else do you have to command?"

The people at the scene were puzzled by what I was saying. It also caught the old man surnamed Zhang off guard.

His dim eyes looked at me, full of hesitation and entanglement.

At this time, I stepped forward and whispered, "Nineteen years ago, you came to see us in the junior class."

Rise!

The pupils of the old man surnamed Zhang burst into a cloud of light in the deep sea, and stabbed straight into my eyes.

Rumble!

An inaudible nuclear explosion exploded in my ears, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, not daring to look at the old man surnamed Zhang.

The old man surnamed Zhang showed a rare shock on his face, staring straight at me, as if he was asking, as if he was reminiscing.

After a few seconds, the old man surnamed Zhang hissed and said, "What do you need me to do?"

I held my head high, and two words burst out from between my teeth: "Clear!"

The old man surnamed Zhang hovered his gaze on my face for a few seconds, and gently raised his right hand: "What's your name?"

"Child teacher!"

The old man surnamed Zhang's eyelids drooped slightly: "Do as the child teacher says." I'll take the responsibility."

After a pause, the old man surnamed Zhang looked at me with his head raised and said indifferently and coldly: "No matter who lives. I keep you safe."

Rumble!