Vol 2 Chapter 221: Man's feelings

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Chapter 221 Men's Feelings
Purple Mountain is only four hundred meters above sea level, but a cigarette is lit and squinted and took a deep breath. The sniper rifle in the hand did not hesitate to aim at a police car, and slammed the tires of the police car. The car lost control and slammed into the side of the poplar tree, followed by two bangs. The bullets shot into the eyebrows of the two policemen in the front row, and the blood fog rose.
The middle-aged man did not stop at all, and quickly flashed into the nearby small park. The sniper rifle in his hand kept shooting, and the military and police officers who had pressed over 100 could not lift their heads. This is the elite force of the Special Forces of the Spike Special Forces, not the ordinary police officers of the armed police can be comparable.
Soon, a camouflage military jeep flew over, a beautiful drift, and stopped in the pile of police cars. Inside the car, jumped down a man, a camouflage special military uniform, the sniper rifle in his hand seemed to reveal the coldness of the silk. Looking at the small park not far away, the man looked dignified, his tough cheeks were tight, and there was a sadness in his eyes.
He is Tian Feng, a special member of the Spike Special Brigade, and the middle-aged man is exactly his instructor, a comrade who once taught him numerous military knowledge, teachers and friends.
"Let everyone find something hidden, I am alone." Tian Feng said quietly.
The policemen’s armed policemen were in a state of stunned, but in the face of the screaming of the special captain of the Spikes, everyone was obedient.
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Ye Qian still clearly remembers that Tian Feng’s expression on his face every time he talked about this matter. Tian Feng told Ye Qian that after he came, the instructor did not resist, and he talked with him calmly for a long time, and finally committed suicide. At the end of his life, the instructor was just a remorse and annoyance. He took Tian Feng’s hand and said, "I am sorry for this clothes, I am sorry for the medal on this shoulder."
Everything seems to be a fateful arrangement. The brothers' confrontation 12 years ago was once again staged. It is only that Ye Qian is clear that the ghost wolf will not be self-defeating during the day. Not that you are dead, that is, I am dead.
Looking at Ye Qian standing outside the railing, in front of the cliff, the incomprehensible heart of Ximen Xiaochai catching up, want to go up and pull him. However, Nan Gongzi Jun took her and shook her head slightly. Ximen Xiaoyan turned to look at Nangong Zijun, and the pace of going out stopped.
In this way, three people stood quietly on the top of Zijin, and no one spoke.
Time, one minute and one second, Ye Qian did not move the slightest, standing like a statue quietly standing there. Behind him, Nan Gongzi Jun and Ximen Xiaoyan couldn't stand it anymore. They bent over and licked their legs, and they whispered secretly. "Does he feel nothing at all?"
The endurance of the spikes is comparable to them. The founder of the Weapons Mercenary is the best fighter of the Chinese Special Armor Group. All the training intensity is even bigger than the special group of the Spike, and endurance is just one of them. As Tian Feng said, without strong endurance, it will never be a good warrior.
Some mountain climbers, seeing such a strange picture, could not help but stop and watched these three inexplicable young people. Some kind-hearted aunts and aunts began to persuade Ye Qian, saying that young people have no dreams, and they don’t want to die. There is no hurdle in life.
For a long time, "ah..." Ye Qian screamed and the echoes echoed in the valley. When I came out, Ye Qian felt a lot of comfort, turned around, and apologized to see those kindly aunts and aunt, and said a thank you. However, when I walked over the cliff and passed through the front of Nangong Zijun and Ximen Xiaoyan, I glanced at them and said, "Let's go!"
Ye Qian has no plans to seek death. When he meets something, he will find it alive. It is not a man. Ye Qian just wanted to vent his emotions. After a long period of depression, Ye Qian was afraid of pressing out the problem. As for the kindly aunts and aunts, it is polite, and everyone who doesn't know you cares about you so much. Ye Qian feels thankful.
When I got to the foot of the mountain, Ye Qian threw the car key to Nan Gong Zijun and said, "Come on!"
"Hey, what are you when we are? We are only helping you with the task, but it is not your driver." Ximen Xiaoyan said depressedly. I thought, what is deep? Although I thought so, Ximen Xiaoyan still couldn't help but float a sympathetic look. She also understood how deep the friendship between the comrades-in-arms is, and how cruel the brothers are.
Nan Gongzi Jun took a look at Ximen Xiaoyan, nodded and went straight to the driver's seat.
Ye Qian did not pay attention to Ximen Xiaoyan. In her opinion, this girl is nothing more than a hairy head who does not understand man's feelings. There is no need to care about him. Open the back door of the car and sit up.
Looking at Ye Qian's seemingly unintentional appearance, Ximen Xiaoya snorted indignantly and also sat down in the back seat. Ye Qian looked at the gimmick with a strange look. Ximen Xiaoyan did not show his weakness, and he said, "How? I can't sit here?"
Ye Qian smiled helplessly and told Nan Gongzi Jun's destination, then he narrowed his eyes and faked it.
Nan Gongzi Jun started the car and drove to the hotel where Zhao Ya lived. After leaving the tea house, Ye Qian has never been aware of himself. Ximen Xiaoyan can't help but feel a bit angry. Is this a transparent person or something? Looking at Ye Qian’s eyes and squinting, Ximen’s sigh of anger didn’t hit a place, and he slammed Ye Qian’s arm and said,
Hey, let’s say something?

"My name is Ye Qian, modest modesty." Ye Qian did not blink, said faintly.
"Cut!" Ximen Xiaoxiao dismissed his mouth and said, "I really can't see where you are modest. You were not very rogue when you were in the tea house? How are you now?"
Ye Qian opened his eyes and turned his head to get close to Ximen Xiaoyan. I almost touched each other, and I could almost feel the other's breathing. The breathing of Ximen Xiaoyan was obviously aggravated, and the heart could not help but jump up. Looking at Ye Qian’s face, Ximen Xiaoyan suddenly felt that the man’s skin was so good, his eyes were as deep as the vast night sky, and the English’s tough face revealed the mature atmosphere of a man. There was a strange insult in my heart, and my face floated involuntarily.
"Little girl, do you want me to hang on to you?" Ye Qian’s mouth evoked a sinister smile and said.
"I...I..." Ximen Xiaoxiao whispered twice, and he was somewhat overwhelmed. Inside the rearview mirror, Nangong Zijun saw this scene and could not help but smile. "Rogue, you are far away from me!" Ximen Xiaoyan pushed Ye Qian and said. Ye Qian did not continue to entangle, shrugged and sat down.
Ximen Xiaoyan’s heart was still ups and downs, and his thoughts were chaotic. She thought about how she could not speak in front of him, and her expression was really dead. "My name is Ximen Xiaoyan, I will not be allowed to call me a little girl in the future." Ximen said with a small mouth.
"You were originally a little girl." Ye Qian did not pay attention to the appearance of Ximen Xiaoyan's anger.
Ximen Xiaoyan is actually twenty-three years old. She can enter the National Security Bureau at her age, and she does have her excellency. However, she has a baby face and looks very immature. For this reason, Ximen Xiaoyan hates others for calling her little girl. Seeing that Ye Qian’s dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, Ximen Xiaoyan snorted coldly and said:
Rogue, too lazy to care for you.

Ye Qian also fell quiet, naturally will not provoke her. After a pause, I asked Nan Gongzi Jun: "Do you know when they trade?"
"It should be clear that these days, the specific time is not clear, but we are in the investigation, if there is news, we will immediately inform us." Nan Gongzi Jun said.
Ye Qian nodded, no longer talking, and raised his eyes and meditation.