Chapter 2210: Decently leave

On the streets of Fengbei City, a large number of special police surrounded Yan Botao's motorcade and launched a fierce attack.
Yan Botao hid in the car and roared tremblingly: "Run over, ignore them, run over!"
"The tire has been blown up, and the car can't move!" The driver responded with the same voice in horror, and knocked open the deformed car door with his shoulder.
Around the surrounding area, thirty or forty special police officers gathered around slowly and threw smoke W bombs and tear gas at the convoy.
Yan Botao plucked up the courage to look out the car window and saw all SWAT soldiers armed to the teeth.
"CNM's, Xiang Zhenmin! You have to hold me when you are dying!" Yan Botao cursed with great resentment.
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Inside the ancestral home of the Xiang family.
Chief Xiang entered the antique study and sat on the wooden chair. He quietly lit a cigarette and took out the pen and paper from the drawer.
Under the dim light, Chief Xiang leaned on the desk and wrote a letter from the family.
"Son, see the words face to face. From the moment when Feng Beicheng is broken, all the different opinions between you and me will be settled. I will also bid farewell to you and my beloved family in the final stage of my life. bid farewell.
Compared with lingering alive, I hope I can accept death peacefully.
Your father will never stand in a public trial, stand in a military court, humblely accept the punishment of others, a man has to face what he has done, face the result of his own behavior.
I don't want to use my son's light to bend down, pitifully, and sadly pick up the few remaining lives... I have my own dignity, and I hope I was once your pride.
Son, I have formed a stubborn character for you. I have blamed myself and felt guilty. I always feel that at the most important stage of your life, I have given you too much freedom. I want you to grow up too early and become independent too early. , In order to cause you not to compromise in anything, not to be smooth.
And now, I feel that you may be more responsible than I am, and have the courage to face setbacks and defeats. In the process of reorganizing the Self-Defense Forces, your perseverance and persistence were beyond my expectations.
I am very pleased that at the end of my political career, I can see you acting alone.
Don't be sad because of my departure. Everyone has a final destination. Choosing to leave this world is a decision I have thought about for a long time.
Some people say that blood is inheritance. I agree with this point. Living well is the best continuation of my life.
I hope that after I leave, you can take good care of your family, manage your own life, and live your own wonderful life.
In the past, I always suppressed your ideals and personal visions. Now, I want to say...you can let go and chase your ideals and visions. I support you.
Throughout my life, my career always ranks ahead of my family. If I live again, I would not choose this way.
Sorry son, I may have given you a platform to take off, but I have not given you the love of being a father.
I regret it.
Really regret it.
Well, forget it, if there is an afterlife, make compensation.
Son, a man should have the courage to face the farewells and departures in life. I hope that between father and son, there is only missing and no grief. Diminish
May you have a bright future, peace and joy.
Your father, Xiang Zhenmin, is a masterpiece! "
After writing, Chief Xiang got up slowly, sealed the letter carefully, and placed it in the most conspicuous position of the bookshelf.
Xiang Zehao would never think that the last call was the last communication between him and his father.
In the home letter, Chief Xiang’s care and concern for his son is not as euphemistic as before, but like a pot of strong to extreme old wine, straightforward and spicy.
Chief Xiang dragged the chair to the window, sat down slowly, and drank the liquid medicine he had prepared for a long time, and he was about to leave the world peacefully.
Old eyes, staring at the scenery outside the window, were extremely calm, without panic, and without the slightest timidity.
Although he was a chief administrative officer, he was extremely strong.
He didn't want to be pushed to a public trial meeting or a military court in the final stage of his life because of his political stance. He went to humble life and died in a politician's apartment.
He didn't want to affect his son's political career because of his team problem, and he didn't want to make Xiang Zehao embarrassed after the war.
Whether he shot an officer of the Self-Defense Army, or killed a high-ranking official of the party and government in the final stage of his life, or he once stood in line to congratulate the department, or the Shensha department...
This is all his personal behavior, and has nothing to do with his son, and has nothing to do with the Xiang clan.
These things are right or wrong. Freedom later people commented that he only needs to do it, stand up, and bear all the consequences courageously.
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Inside the city, gunshots still sounded fiercely on the streets heading to the North Pass of Fengbei.
Yan Botao crawled out of the car in embarrassment, and yelled, "I have something to tell Lao Xiang, let me call him!"
"Ding Dong!"
A bullet came over and hit the car body, sparking bursts of sparks.
Yan Botao clutched his head and shouted again: "Let me make a call!"
"You climb out, and you won't hurt others!" The masked leader on the other side shouted loudly.
"I won't go out, I want to call him!" Yan Botao shouted unwillingly: "We still have room to talk, I still have cards...!"
After the masked leader was silent for a while, UU read www.uukanshu.com and cursed, "He will never talk to you! Because at this time...maybe he has already left!"
Yan Botao was dumbfounded when he heard this, lying on the ground, unable to move for a long time.
"He...he is going to die, why must he take me! Why?!" Yan Botao yelled unwillingly.
"Kang!"
The smoke cleared, and the sniper shot Yan Botao in the chest.
"Uh…!"
Yan Botao clutched his wound, his eyes rolled round, watching the scene on the street, and muttered: "I'm dead... can I let my son go... I beg you...!"
"Kangkang!"
With two more shots, Yan Botao completely left the world.
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North wind vent.
Xiang Zehao was wearing a worn-out military coat and was checking the rigidity of the fortifications in the defense zone. He still didn't know what had happened in Fengbei City at this moment.
Qin Yu also walked with Wu Tianyin on the edge of the war zone and talked softly.
"It's almost starting all together," Qin Yu whispered: "...We held on to this battle. The north side of the three major districts will be completely free of war."
"Di Lingling!"
As soon as the voice fell, a phone ring rang, Qin Yu lowered his head and took out the phone and pressed the answer button: "Hello?" Mi He Mi
"Our troops from the Northeast Theater will move into the north wind vent after a short stay in Songjiang, about 30 hours later...!" The voice of the battle rang.
Fengbei, the ancestral home of Xiang family.
Chief Xiang stared out of the window, looking at the crystal clear frost on the glass, breathing gradually, his face was pale, he calmly closed his eyes, and gradually lost his breath...
He left, simply and neatly, without affecting anyone! ?
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