Crossroads of Civilization"
As he murmured the words of the head coach below, Mr. Dong, the leader of Hongmen, looked hard to understand. He was standing by the window, and by chance, the light fell just right. His body is half bright and half dark, just like his current life.
The martial arts hall does not teach literature, but every word of the masters contains the philosophy of life. Learn martial arts first. Virtue, learning skills first learns etiquette. They not only hope that the apprentices will break into a new world after leaving the apprenticeship, but they are also afraid that they will teach lawless and evil disciples and bring trouble to the apprentice.
Everyone in the room is worried. It is furnished in Chinese style, with a wooden bed and a desk.
Only a green desk lamp is left on the desk. If Li Feng were there, he would definitely feel that it looked very familiar. It was used in the office of the steel rolling mill. They are exactly the same, there is no difference at all, they are made from the same mold.
In the photo frame on the wall, there are black and white photos of Mr. Dong when he was the leader of the society, and he is sitting on the dragon altar with a dragon head stick in his hand. Of course, the biggest photo was of a group of people in military uniforms.
And he, the young Mr. Dong, seemed to be among them.
Written from left to right, the Guangdong J66 Army instructs all troops to swear an oath to Shanghai. Although the photo is shabby and has obvious creases in the middle, it can still be seen that his eyes were so bright when he was young.
More than 900,000 people left Guangdong for three days, and more than a thousand people came back. Everyone knows that Sichuan and Hunan are noble, but they don’t know that every household in Guangdong has been hanging with white silk ribbons for more than 20 years. In the past, people would turn sixty in a blink of an eye. If it were not for their still straight waist, I am afraid that even the following scenes would not be there.
"Master Dong, it's time to wash up, hehe"< /p>
Hanbaoer bent over and entered through the open door, holding a glass of boiled water in his hand. After placing it on the table, he laughed stupidly until the person in front of the window lowered his head. Han Bao'er's big hand took hold of the round prosthetic eye.
Seeing Mr. Dong's back turned to him, Han Bao'er licked the corners of his mouth, pinched the prosthetic eye, and looked at the sun first. After checking the transparency, he rubbed it in his hands. If he hadn't known that it was inedible, he might have wanted to bite it.
"Okay, stop playing and put it in."
Even if he didn't look back, Mr. Dong seemed to have eyes on the back of his head and saw what Han Bao'er was doing.
The strong man like an iron tower vomited after hearing Mr. Dong's words. He stuck out his tongue, and with a pop, the round prosthetic eye fell into the disinfectant water in the glass.
"Master Dong, they are from my hometown. They took the train from Switzerland to enter the country. The Chinese who were in charge of purchasing before lived together."
The person in charge of Hongmen patrol information was dressed in a long gown. After Han Baoer went out, he took out a letter and gave the time and place of the arrival of Li Feng and his party. The train he took and even the hotel he stayed in were found out.
Standing in front of the window, Dong Ye nodded noncommittally, as if he had already guessed the result, and still stood tall, facing the situation. handsHe did not pick up the letter in front of him and read it.
"That's it, let's burn it"
"Yes"
Such a letter has not even been detected, even the three gangs and gangs were ruined. The information was just burned in the flames.
Invisibly, through this, you can see the background of a gang. It came out more than two hundred years ago, and it still has something to it.
The patrolman did not leave after reporting the news, but still stood behind Mr. Dong, as if there was still some uncertain news.
"Let's talk"
Dong Ye didn't chase anyone away. After turning around slowly, he lightly patted the table with his palm, and the meaning floated up and down in the glass. The disinfectant water jumped out of his eyes, fell into the palm handkerchief, and wiped it carefully.
"The timing was a bit coincidental. That night, there was an explosion in the embassy, and four Ferbole police officers died inside. Although it was said that there was a reason for the incident and the fire broke out between the two sides, it was such a coincidence."
People who work in intelligence will never believe this. They will only believe in their own judgment. Something will happen on the same day and at night. Somehow, he feels that he is related to those people. Although there is no evidence to prove it, the gang said Whatever the evidence is, as long as the guess is reasonable, let the boss consider it.
Looking at Mr. Dong stuffing the prosthetic eye into the eye socket of Heibron Longdong, the patrolman dipped his hands into the disinfectant in the cup, wiped it and helped Mr. Dong adjust the position of the eye pupil. .
"Are they still in the gendarmerie? If so, let Ah Qing fish them out."
Sitting on an old chair, closing his eyes and meditating, Mr. Dong looked like After adjusting to the increased weight in his eyes, he opened his eyes and spoke slowly.
"No, they were not taken to the gendarmerie, but to a place in the 20th district."
"Those gendarmerie were not from the 13th district, and there were no police dispatched from the district that day. ”
“Oh, Dragon Crossing the River”
He opened the drawer with interest, took out the cigarette butt left behind at the scene, and looked at the two on it. In red font, Mr. Dong’s spirit seems to be much better.
"Ada Zeng is back. I asked Lao Wu to send someone to the dormitory of the steel factory in the north to stay for a few days."
"He said that the young man is very fond of this place." I was interested and asked a lot of questions about our population, schools, and shops along the street. I even made a special trip to take notes in a notebook. Because of this, I gave him a five-dollar tip."
Following them one by one. The information gathered together, the sight became clearer and clearer, and coupled with the incision made when passing through the mountain gate, it could only prove one thing.
The other party is indeed following the official path. There is no doubt about this. As for which "court entrance" on the official path it is, let's wait and see.
"That's interesting, don't worry about them, just send someone to keep an eye on George V Street, cough cough, cough cough"
It's like having a serious lung disease Disease. Mr. Dong, who was in good spirits just now, let out an intermittent, dull cough, and the subsequent wheezing sound was like a bellows.
"Master Dong"
"I'm fine, let's go down"
Master Dong waved his hand indifferently, and the patrolman looked at him with a worried look. One glance, fists clasped and exited.
The cotton handkerchief tightly opened in his hand gradually opened, and a touch of bright red came into view. Mr. Dong smiled bitterly and looked at the photos on the wall.
"Don't worry, old guys"
Picked up the faucet stick leaning against him, rubbed it from the faucet to the phoenix tail with his rough and dry palms, and there was still a look in his eyes. A trace of nostalgia seems to be a trace of the beautiful memories of the past.
Master Dong seems to be very aware of his current physical condition, so he can only seize the time. No matter what the outcome is, at least he must completely settle this gang before the arrival of civilization, and in its position, plot Its political situation is imminent.
When he stood up again, the weakness just now disappeared in an instant, and he returned to his original state, becoming the still energetic Mr. Dong.
"Tell them that I am on the second floor of the Yangtze Hotel and invite them to drink tea. Remember, be polite"
"Yes"
Stay guard at the door Ah Yao, the Hongmen red stick, nodded and turned to leave.
I don’t know whether Iron Tower Hongmen is too stingy or really doesn’t have the money. There is only one telephone installed in the martial arts hall, which is still in the chief instructor’s room and office.
"Come on, you are hungry, come with me to the canteen."
Punching the faucet stick, Mr. Dong called out to the idiot who was still counting ants. Idiot, my brain is not very bright, but my brain accepts sensitive words very quickly. I heard that when I went to the canteen, I stood up with a clang, but I happened to bump into the wooden stake man. I stood up violently and unexpectedly... The wooden stakes with thick waists were swayed from side to side.
Han Baoer stood up and rubbed his head, then followed Master Hong like a normal person, leaving a group of training disciples in a mess on the side.
You know, not long ago, Liu Xianrong just chopped the sticks and the stakes without moving. This big and thick idiot was so powerful that even everyone knew that every time he made a casual move, he still It can make those in the know smack their lips.
In the dining hall, when the disciples of Chef Lun saw Master Dong coming in, they all stopped what they were doing and kowtowed to him.
"Don't worry about me, I'm just here to take a look."
With the boss's notification, the canteen started to get busy again. At this time, most of the dishes had been cut. , put it into a wooden basket, the drops of water on the leaves are still splashing down, and combined with the sound of the kitchen knife in the hand of the shift cook, there is indeed a kind of fireworks smell only found in the cooking class.
In the beginning, there were still chefs from the Yangtze Hotel here to teach the disciples. However, it didn’t take long. With the creation of the assistant kitchen system, everyone gradually learned how to cook. In addition to learning martial arts, the disciples here also It also has another life skill. Apart from the average taste, it is still good compared to foreign food.
"Braised pork, hey, there is braised pork"
Watching Mr. Dong open the steamers one by one to take a look, Hanbaoer who was following behind smelled the smell and hurried to the stew pot with the two buns in his hand, looking at it eagerly like a child. The lid on the pot looked pitifully at the person on the side, who must be the junior brother, and he was almost salivating.
"Shh, I'll give you a spoonful of fat, but don't tell anyone else"
Although Hanbaoer doesn't come often, the juniors also know what he's good at , scooped up a spoonful of braised pork that was not yet tender, pressed down with his hand, and motioned for him to squat down and eat.
For such a big man, even if he squats down, he is extremely conspicuous, just like a big wild boar crawling into the kitchen, and other people can't see it.
In addition, there are other dishes, which are made according to Chinese style as much as possible. It can’t be said that the poor are poor in culture and rich in martial arts. So many young people studying martial arts gather together, and they are still in the middle of poverty. Due to my condition and the huge physical exertion, I eat better than Li Feng, the deputy director of the factory.
In the corner, you can see the baskets of eggs in baskets, which shows how rich the food is every day. This kind of thing is rare in the canteen of the steel rolling mill.
After Dongye went around in a circle, he was holding a steaming steamed bun in his hand. He didn’t even need any side dishes. He just broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, even though it was so simple. He cherishes the food that suits his status and eats it very deliciously. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft