Han Shixiao was surrounded by the saluting crowd, a little stiff.

Isn't Brother Zhang just a retired veteran?

Why just throw a piece of broken copper and iron, and these people will go crazy?

But the atmosphere is set to this point, if he wants to be disrespectful, he always feels that he is not patriotic enough.

"Don't get into formalities."

Zhang Ruoyu opened the crowd, stared at the entrance of the villa, and said indifferently: "Have you negotiated with the people inside?" ”

"Negotiated!" Li Hongzhao raised his head and chest, his eyes full of fanaticism.

Dragon Soul Token, after more than 40 years in Huaxia, a total of four pieces have been made.

And in whose hands these four pieces are in top secret.

But in the military department, from the general to the gangster, no one knows the dragon soul order, and no one is eager for the whole country to tailor the fifth piece for him and become immortal.

But everyone knows that the one who can receive this order is a peerless national warrior.

A month ago, the owner of the first Dragon Soul Order was exposed, and his name was Zhang Xiangbei.

Create an immortal legend of the soul of Beimang!

"How's the negotiation?" Zhang Ruoyu said lightly.

"Jiang Qingshan wants to see Miss Han's father, Han Daowei."

Li Hongzhao held the Dragon Soul Order in his hand, and was a little reluctant to return it to him, as if as long as he held it long enough, the fifth Dragon Soul Order in Huaxia belonged to her.

"Got in touch?" Zhang Ruoyu asked.

"Still in touch." Li Hongzhao said in awe.

At this moment, Zhang Ruoyu, who was standing in front of her, was like a mountain, bursting out with monstrous coercion.

"No waiting." Zhang Ruoyu gave instructions. "Inform Jiang Qingshan that Han Jiangxue's husband is here, and he should want to see me."

"Chief! It's not in order! Li Hongzhao's blood was rolling.

A month ago, China had fallen a national soldier, and the whole country mourned.

If even the owner of the second Dragon Soul Order has an accident in Binhai, no one can afford this responsibility!

"I'm talking about rules."

Zhang Ruoyu paced towards the entrance of the villa, and no one dared to stop him.

Li Hongzhao had no choice but to contact Jiang Qingshan immediately, but his heart was in his throat.

Bang!

The sky thundered again, and the wind rose suddenly.

But this thunder suddenly woke up Li Hongzhao.

It took Huaxia forty years to build four pieces, and General Zhang created an immortal legend before he was worthy of the Dragon Soul Order.

He Zhang Ruoyu is a cooking soldier - why?

Not only her, but also the nearby soldiers felt extremely unreasonable after coming to their senses.

Li Hongzhao was full of speculation, and even vaguely guessed a certain possibility!

She picked up the Dragon Soul Order and looked at it, and suddenly became angry!

In addition to outlining a lifelike golden dragon on this dragon soul order, at the bottom, there are also three words engraved on it: Zhang Xiangbei!

"Damn! I should have thought of it a long time ago! Li Hongzhao was furious.

Long Fei once said that General Zhang's closest comrade-in-arms before his death was Zhang Ruoyu!

After General Zhang died in battle, the Dragon Soul Order was handed over to him for safekeeping, which is also completely reasonable!

In order to save his wife, this bastard actually deceived himself with the Dragon Soul Order!

He's not afraid of death?

Not afraid to send him to a court-martial!?

Bang!

Another thunderclap.

As if hinting at some kind of bad omen.

……

In the gloomy atmosphere of the villa, dozens of black-clothed people were scattered around to prevent the police from sneaking in or breaking down the door, and their faces were full of solemnity.

Han Jiangxue was tied hand and foot, and a black hood was worn on her head, and it was pitch black in front of her.

With the thunder outside the villa, Han Jiangxue's careful liver also jumped steeply.

I knew that I didn't work so hard, wouldn't it be nice to go home early and eat the big meal made by Brother Zhang?

After eating, you can make a beautiful full set...

Bang!

Tonight, the sky seems to be falling.

Thunder was incessant, and heavy rain poured down.

The only fortunate thing is that this bastard went to see off his aunt tonight and didn't accompany him to work overtime.

Otherwise, the old Zhang family will be served in one pot...

I just don't know what happened to this bastard at home.

After a night of thunder, has he already hid in the quilt and cried for his father and mother?

kept scolding and scolding in his mouth: Why didn't this eight woman go home yet? Dead outside? I don't know that Lao Tzu is afraid of thunder?

Thinking of this situation, Han Jiangxue suddenly stopped being afraid, and even wanted to laugh a little, wanting to suddenly appear in front of this bastard and mock him condescendingly: Coward!

Dingding.

The piercing mobile phone ringtone, it was Han Jiangxue's mobile phone, but it was occupied by Jiang Qingshan at the moment, and it became a tool for communicating with the military and police outside the villa.

After answering the phone, Jiang Qingshan's swollen and hideous eyes were jumping with a bloodthirsty cold light.

He bared his teeth like a madman, and said in a low voice: "Xiaoxue, tell you good news." Your dad hasn't arrived yet, but the cook husband you just got married is about to come in and save you. ”

Han Jiangxue's delicate body trembled, although it was pitch black in front of her, her beautiful eyes were as open as copper bells.

"Don't him!" Han Jiangxue struggled angrily, trying to break free.

"Are you angry?"

Hoarse and twisted laughter rang out.

Jiang Qingshan, who hooked his waist and poked his head out, sighed, like a psychopath: "The more angry you are, the more excited I am!" ”

"Don't worry, with your husband watching the battle, I will definitely be more brave and will not let you down!"

The sound of laughter, which was almost crazy, resounded throughout the villa.

With the whimpering and mournful sound of the wind outside the door, it was creepy.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"May I come in?"

It is a smooth, indifferent, unmixed voice with any emotion.

The sound was not loud, but it completely suppressed the panicked sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and it was clear to the ears.

"Open the door! Let him in! ”

Jiang Qingshan let out a low snort, and a bloodthirsty light jumped in his eyes.

More than a dozen well-trained men in black swarmed up and opened the door for him.

Standing at the door was Zhang Ruoyu, who was drenched in rain.

But his resolute face and calm eyes did not have the slightest wave.

After entering the house, after seeing the basic layout of the villa, it was determined that Han Jiangxue, who was tied with his hands and feet, was not injured.

He turned around slowly, very politely, and locked the door of the villa with his own hands.

Then, he turned around again, his dark eyes looked at Jiang Qingshan, who was carrying a gun in his hand, his face was hideous, and he said indifferently: "How do you want to die?" ”