Chapter 351: Li Yan's answer (3)

"and so……"
The faintness in Affav's mind could not fade for a long time.
"It's over, Ms. Alfaf. The killer has been killed on the spot by the fighters of the action team."
The doctor with a mask glanced at Qiao Xing who was unconscious on the bed.
"Patients need a quiet recovery environment, and it takes time to accept reality."
Afful hugged his sleeping child, licked his pale lips and nodded, "Can I stay alone with my husband for a while?"
"It's best not to take too long."
The doctor ordered, bowing his head and leaving.
Afuff sat down with her legs together, and the low whistle of the machine next to her ear was intermittent. She lowered her head, and her fingers were frozen in Qiao Xing's hand, and the scattered hair curtain covered her side face. It took a while for the ward to pass lightly. Light sobbing.
...
This ending is not too different from Dolma's expectations.
"It's over."
She pinched her arm.
"Boss, Wei Dan has been out for two days, why should he come back."
"Yin Xiong, who supported her, died in the Great Devil Lake a few days ago. It's normal for her to be in a bad mood. So, she won't come back today, and tomorrow you will send someone to find her."
Zhuoma said, but remembered the man who talked and laughed with "Uncle Jim" in the warehouse. Since he got into Qiao Xing's car that day, he hasn't returned, and the colonel Qiao Xing has lost a pair of legs.
When she heard that there was a large-scale nuclear explosion there, she did not investigate it carefully.
Zhuoma has always been a smart woman who knows the size, but occasionally still think of this. The man who has impressed herself after seeing it has nothing to do with strength, but the gentleness and humor of the appearance can't hold it back. Strong sense of disobedience.
To be honest, it's a shame to die.
...
Liang Zhengyong has a good appetite today.
For lunch, I had beef buns, stewed potatoes, and drank half a catty of white wine.
He is forty-five years old this year and has half-life temperance. The wife died prematurely and has never met a woman since. Liang Zhengyong usually drops alcohol without smoking, does not smoke, and has two meals a day. He basically does not smell dirty. In addition to handling the complicated military affairs of the Sixth Army, he still insists on two-hour high-intensity physical training. This point has not changed even two years ago when he officially entered the combat committee.
It can be said that such a lunch request has not been seen by Liang Zhengyong since the establishment of the canteen.
Liang Wei walked to the door of his father's office and took a look at the dining car he pushed out, his expression became dry.
The staff officer with documents in his arms came out, and just saw Liang Wei: "General, are you looking for a commander?"
Liang Wei quickly waved his hand: "I'll come again someday."
The female staff officer with a military cap nodded: "The commander is talking on the phone with the commission. You are indeed ..."
At this time, a word came from the door: "Call him in."
The female staff officer looked at Liang Wei, who had no choice but to open the door and walk in.
On the black square table was a finger-sized golden medicine bottle, and Liang Zhengyong sat behind the table.
As soon as Liang Wei entered the door, Liang Zhengyong on the chair hit him with two eyes.
"Commander, look for me."
"How much responsibility do you have for Qiao Xing?"
Liang Wei swallowed, and even though he knew his father's temperament better than anyone else, he still couldn't open his mouth.
"Two, three, thirty percent."
Liang Weishun went smoothly: "I've seen that outsider before, and it gives me a sense of oppression ... not less than you."
When he said this, he could see the muscles on his father's face twitching gently.
"..."
Liang Wei's temple jumped abruptly. He could laugh and laugh while being surrounded by mutants and hostile molecules, but it was difficult to maintain calmness at this time.
"I will go back to the committee tomorrow, take the live Jacques and return with this fifth-order potion."
Liang Zhengyong only spoke for a long time: "While you stay in Area B, no matter what happens, you have to endure anger, break your teeth, and you have to swallow it in your stomach, understand?"
Liang Wei looked up at his father, Liang Zhengyong's eyes were densely covered with bloodshot blood.
He hesitated again and again, after a word he couldn't hold back: "Dad, I think to this day, no one can take our house as a rag, and throw it when you say. Thing about the ternship ..."
"What ternary airship?"
Liang Zhengyong interrupted Liang Wei.
"... Nothing. I remember what you said, anger, forbearance, I can't forget."
"Go out."
Liang Zhengyong closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.
Liang Wei stood up and turned to leave. Most of the hard work, Liang Zhengyong took a long breath, he laughed, but there was no temperature.
Knowledge in general, clever eyes, the most important thing is to dare to fight hard, this is the main reason for Liang to be appreciated and promoted by member Qi.
As for the matter of Jinding, in fact, Liang Wei was not as exaggerated as imagined. Such things have happened before and have not been guaranteed. In fact, in the eyes of the Committee, Liang is the best person to handle such matters.
No one would move Liang Zhengyong, and no one would dare to kick him out of this section.
Otherwise, at the age of forty-five, the black star chariots lined up in the clan factions are all in peace. Why?
As for Liang Zhengyong, he chose to accept it safely.
Contradictions, hypocrisy, refined egoism, maybe.
La Mujue is only a religious leader with a tendency to self-destruct. As for the silent majority in his mouth, Liang Zhengyong also gave cold eyes, which is also the only place where he and La Mujue have similar opinions.
Saving the world and saving the world are two different things. The absurdity of the world and the brutality of power are taken from their silence and stupidity.
True belief is not so simple, it requires a lot of human life and blood to build.
"Even the blood of others."
Liang Zhengyong murmured to himself, holding the golden potion in his palm, showing his sharp fists.
...
Facing the scorching sun, Li Yan retracted his left hand facing the scorching sun.
He moved his five fingers and, to be honest, his left hand was stronger than before he was interrupted.
At this moment, Li Yan was standing by a raged alley, and the woman laughed wildly from upstairs. The wind and sand were thick. The radiation dust from the explosion of Jinding Square a few days ago just happened to be here. Most of the winter humans with strong radiation tolerance also closed their doors and windows, and the streets were more deserted. Only the back and forth black jeep and the soldiers holding the assault rifles came and gone.
The three-phase bomb exploded on the mountainside, and Li Yan jumped into the mountain stream at the last moment, that is, the one with the swollen face and the black riding ghost falling together. Even so, the high heat of the hydrogen bomb with a total of two million tons equivalent also hardly evaporated. This big river also made Li Yan, who had been bruised all over the body, truly turned into a flaming skull!
After being strengthened by Jiufeng, even if he put his hand into the fire, Li Yan could not feel the slightest pain and burn, which was a long absence for him.
Also in this kind of situation, Li Yancai endured severe pain and bitten Shun Lian Wan and swallowed ...
The wind and the banging sound of bangs, Li Yan stared at a window in this hospital building. He was wearing a thick cloak, and it was difficult for anyone to recognize him at a glance.
Li Yan remembers that it is not far from here, where Afful works, about five or six hundred meters.
Opposite Li Yan stood a reinforced concrete square-shaped building. Qiao Xing, who was seriously injured, was now in a coma in the second-floor room of the building.
Of course, as a key facility, the defense here is extremely tight.
From Li Yan's point of view, all the security fighters here would probably be worth two third-tier special action team members.
Li Yan smiled, but didn't do anything. If he didn't find a suitable opportunity to approach Liang Zhengyong, he would expose himself and lose Shun Lian Wan. Even if he saved his life, he would have to return from death this winter trip.
In fact, it was very simple to do, Li Yan was just waiting for darkness to come down.
The strong wind tore off the rope on the iron pillar, the wooden sign whistled and slammed into Li Yan. A girl in a boat-shaped hat leaned her head out of the window and was seeing a tall and thin man with a cloak grabbing the wind Wooden sign.
"Mr?"
She called.
Li Yan first stared at the two words of donation on the sign and looked at it for a long time, then swiped on it, a gray sticky yellow note, and a dry ink name.
"Mr?"
The girl cried again.
Li Yan straightened up and walked up, handed the sign to the girl, and pointed to the "fundraising" above.
"Thank you."
"What is this for?"
The girl did not look up: "The committee of the Black Star Chariot has funded the establishment of an orphan shelter, soliciting donations from individuals in Zone B. If you wish to donate, you can write the name on the wooden sign."
She spoke crisply and quickly, but without emotion, apparently she had lost her patience.
"It doesn't look good."
The girl looked up and saw only the man's chin and a row of teeth.
"How much did this person donate?"
The girl didn't answer, just opened the drawer next to it.
In the drawer, a withered metal coin was lying alone, shabby.
Li Yan did laugh, and the more he laughed, the more his lips would grin.
He fumbled in his pocket for a while and handed the girl a stack of banknotes: "Forget it, just count me."
He couldn't help laughing when he spoke.
The girl took the money and pulled out a yellow note paper from her hand.
"Sir, you can write down your wishes and suggestions for the future of Area B. These fundraising opinions on the future development of Area B will be passed by Commander Liang personally."
The girl vomited lightly and quickly.
"no, I'm fine."
Li Yan laughed and retracted his sleeve. Between his and forefinger, there was a metal coin between him and his mouth still grinning.
The girl didn't notice that the coin was gone, and she didn't have to pay attention to it. She closed the drawer directly and handed Li Yan a pen.
"Then, write a name."
"Oh, don't use it, just count on the last one, hehe."
Li Yan's back was covering his mouth, his shoulders were still shaking, as if he had really heard something terrible jokes.
"Mr?"
Li Yan ignored him and turned to leave. Laughter gradually drowned in the sand.
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