Chapter 77

"Xiaopeng, why did you and Tian Liang run off without eating this morning's hasty meal?" Zhao's mother watched her son sneaking in from the outside window and scolded with a smile: "You son of a bitch!" Boy, what are you doing so spooky? You didn’t come back after running away for a long time. Fortunately, your father went to Dong’s house to play chess in the afternoon, and he hasn’t come back yet. Well, don’t worry, Mom won’t lie to you again. That dead old man is really not at home, come in for dinner, mom, I made braised pork for you tonight."

Zhao Xiaopeng scratched his head with a grin, and walked in from the door, like a soldier entering the jungle, being cautious in every step. I'm afraid that I will be tricked by the old man and my mother together like last time and get a good beating. It wasn't until I came to the door of the restaurant and saw my mother serving a plate of braised pork that I greedily sniffed and said, "Hee hee, I know you love me the most, mom. Last time you lied to me that dad was not at home. It was coerced for fear of being divorced by some shameless old man, so I helped him lie..."

Hearing what her son said, Zhao's mother, who was over fifty years old but still kept the face of a young woman in her forties, suddenly became angry. She took a few steps to the dining table and put down the dishes, then grabbed the apron around her waist and faced Zhao Xiaopeng Luan slapped over: "You bastard boy, how can you say that old? I wonder if you are itching again?"

Except for the old man's invincible military belt, Zhao Xiaopeng is not very afraid of the old Pofeng apron. Seeing the apron from his mother's letter, he ran around the dining table with a playful smile, raised his arms to stop him, and stuffed a piece of golden braised pork in his mouth to threaten Mother Zhao: "Ah... If you dare to fight Master Ben, believe it or not, I will not recognize you when you are old?"

"Damn boy, if you don't recognize my mother, who will you recognize?!"

"When the time comes, I will let my son call your grandmother, and I will call your son his grandmother..."

Zhao's mother laughed, and glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall: "It's nine o'clock, and your father is going home soon, so you should take a shower and change clothes quickly. Otherwise, when he wants to teach you a lesson, I will I promise to only hold you down and not persuade him."

"What a ruthless mother who has a husband and doesn't want a son..." Zhao Xiaopeng was talking nonsense and getting ready to take a bath when the phone in his pocket jingled suddenly, he stopped and took out the phone and said strangely: "Tian Liang just left What do you want to do again?"

In Qingdao, apart from Tian Liang who was visiting Qingdao because of the summer vacation, Zhao Xiaopeng didn’t know a few young people who got along well. He would rather drive a Hummer around the streets to see girls than drink with those local second-generation ancestors fart. If he was really bored, he would lead Tian Liang to those warships repairing in the harbor to perform his duties as a second lieutenant tour guide, and brag about Tian Liang, a landlubber from the north. The officers and soldiers of the warship all knew that this was the eldest son of the commander's family. Although he was still studying at the military academy and could not board the ship according to the regulations, he was a second lieutenant and the son of the chief, so everyone just let him go with eyes closed.

Originally planned to go to the beach after lunch today to see Tian Liang farewell, but because of a phone call from Qin Zhao, he and Tian Liang hurried to Guihe boutique shopping. After everything was arranged, the two of them searched for Let's have a dance, and played happily for most of the day, until Zhao's mother called to remind him, and then he and Tian Liang agreed to send him to the airport tomorrow, and he didn't go home until it was close to nine o'clock.

"Who, I was looking for you as soon as I got home. Do you think this is still in Jinghua?" Mother Zhao frowned and said. She knew that her son, when he was in Beijing, mingled with a group of friends who relied on Lao Tzu to eat, drink and have fun all day long. Because Lao Zhao was transferred to be the commander of the East China Sea Fleet, he always thought that he would be more honest if he brought him to Qing Island, but he didn't expect that kid from Tian's family to follow him, which really made the old couple depressed for several days .

"I don't know." Tian Liang turned on the phone to read the message.

It was a message with only a dozen or so words: Wanghai Road cliff seaside, vampire bats. Danger!

If it was someone else's text message, Zhao Xiaopeng would have scoffed at it long ago. But this number made him really nervous, because this number belonged to Qin Zhao. Even if he hadn't received Qin Zhao's favor, he had heard from his father the reputation of the jade-faced Yan Luo who was the seventh in the Dragon Twelve Moon. He clearly knows what kind of person Qin Zhao is, he is a guy who regards danger as a game. As long as the word "danger" comes out of Qin Zhao's mouth, it means that the situation is very bad, even to the point where it is almost unbearable.

How to do? !

Zhao Xiaopeng's cold sweat dripped from his forehead suddenly, and he rushed out with a sudden stomp.

"Hey! You brat, what are you going to do?" Zhao's mother saw her son's expression suddenly changed, and immediately rushed out, so she quickly grabbed his shirt hem: "Boy, where are you going?"

"Mom, let me go! Something happened to my friend, I have to go and see." Zhao Xiaopeng turned around and broke his mother's hand away, turning around and rushing out before he could explain. While running, he was thinking of an excuse to call his father's guards to go. Only if these chief security guards with live ammunition go together, maybe he can feel a little more confident in his heart. Hmm... It's best to join a company, so it's sure to be safe.

Zhao Xiaopeng just ran to the door with his head buried. Before he raised his head and pushed the door open, he bumped into a person.

"Hey, is that brat looking for a beating? What are you doing in such a hurry?" A loud and majestic voice asked, "Look at the sweat on your brow, are you offending your mother again?" Angry?"

Zhao Xiaopeng looked up and saw that the man he bumped into just now was the father he feared most, Zhao Xianfeng, the commander of the East China Sea Fleet.

Zhao Xianfeng grabbed his son's collar and stared with leopard eyes: "Well, you are also a Chinese soldier, and you should know how to learn something useful to serve the motherland. Ah, look, look at you, where are you? Like a soldier, a whole dude!"

Because I went out with Tian Liang in the morning to arrange for Qin Zhao to sell phantom women's socks in Guihe, Zhao Xiaopeng was dressed in casual clothes, and the red T-shirt on his body looked like those little hooligans on the streets of Qingdao, which made Zhao Xianfeng very dissatisfied . A soldier should look like a soldier, not to mention sitting like a bell and standing like a pine, but at least he has to stand upright and imposing. It doesn't look like this kid, with a bright red T-shirt on top, breeches and white sneakers underneath, this image has nothing to do with the mighty and serious Chinese soldiers.

"Okay, you don't have to struggle there anymore, Xiaopeng, don't go out either, hurry up and eat." Zhao's mother saw that the old man was about to give her son a thought class again, so she hurried over to smooth things over and said.

"No, I have to go out..." To Zhao Xianfeng's surprise, Zhao Xiaopeng did not use the old steps and Zhao Xianfeng's hippie smile as usual this time, not only that, but also panicked.

"What are you going out for?" Zhao Xianfeng's face darkened.

"Dad, a friend of mine is in danger now. He just sent me a text message asking for help. Didn't you always teach me that being a man requires loyalty and backbone? Now that a friend is in trouble, I have to help, right?" Zhao Xiaopeng was just anxious He wanted to save Qin Zhao, but forgot to tell Zhao Xianfeng who he was going to save.

"Hmph." Hearing his son's own words, Zhao Xianfeng had no choice but to snort, and said disdainfully, "You have only been in Qing Island for a few days, how can you have any real friends?" He loosened his collar, and asked casually, "What does that friend of yours do? What trouble did you encounter? But, let me tell you, don't even think about using the guards."

How can you ask me to help Brother Qin without using the guards? Do you just let me go alone? His great ability is said to be dangerous, let alone me? As soon as he heard that Old Zhao blocked the back road, Zhao Xiaopeng became anxious and stomped his feet fiercely, then remembered that he hadn't told Zhao Xianfeng who he wanted to save: "Dad! The person I asked for help was Qin Zhao and Brother Qin! "

"I don't care about Brother Qin and Brother Qin, but you can't use my guards for personal gain... What? Brother Qin you're talking about is Qin Zhao?" Only then did Lao Zhao hear the meaning of his son's words, and his face was filled with disbelief. Looking back at his son: "You mean that Qin Zhao needs you to save him? He is also in Qingdao now?" Who is Qin Zhao? That is the most difficult little ancestor in Long Teng's December! If he doesn't bring danger to others, then others will burn incense. Who dares to threaten him to ask Xiaopeng for help?

Looking at the disbelieving old man, Zhao Xiaopeng knew that he couldn't explain clearly, after all, he didn't know what happened to Qin Zhao. In a hurry, he took out his mobile phone, opened the text message and handed it to Zhao Xianfeng: "Dad, this is a text message from Brother Qin a few minutes ago. I don't think he would play such a silly joke with me, would he?"

Zhao Xianfeng grabbed the phone and muttered a few words: "Wanghai Road Cliff, Vampire Bats? Dangerous... Vampire Bats, ah, I know!" Mother and Zhao Xiaopeng were taken aback. After hearing him tell the danger, they both looked at him nervously.

"Dad, what is a vampire bat?" Zhao Xiaopeng asked cautiously.

"That's a Russian terrorist organization."

Zhao Xianfeng didn't explain much to them, he just walked quickly to the phone, tick-tocked a few numbers, pinched his waist with one hand, looked at the oversized ocean map on the back wall, and said in a serious tone: "Hello, are you Staff Officer Wang from the Operations Department? I'm Zhao Xianfeng. Now I'm ordering the Seventh Air Fighter Squad to go out on a mission. The destination is the cliff edge of the East China Sea next to Wanghai Road. The coordinates..."

Not to mention that Qin Zhao once solved a big problem for the old Zhao family, Zhao Xianfeng would not sit idly by just because of his status as the future son-in-law of the vice chairman of the Central Department. What's more, it is also mixed with the Russian terrorist organization vampire bat? After a series of orders were issued, Zhao Xianfeng sneered slightly, his eyes sparkling, as if he had returned to the command post of the self-defense counterattack station against Vietnam more than 20 years ago: "Hmph, vampire bats are amazing? Don't think that China is one of those capitalist countries , You scumbags can make trouble as you please!"

Unexpectedly, the old man would send a fighter jet squad, which was really beyond Zhao Xiaopeng's expectation. It must be very lively there, right? If you miss such a good show, you will regret it for the rest of your life... Zhao Xiaopeng thought this way, and when his parents didn't pay attention to him, he sneaked out of the room...

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Passing through the gaps in the pile of rocks, seeing the two little bats that were hit by his stones crawling back slowly under the cover of his companion's sniper rifle, Qin Zhao wanted to scold his mother. Because he really didn't expect that these guys would force themselves behind a rock with their guns, but separate two people to take the positions of Zhan Zhao and Jing Hongxue. Things have developed to this point, even if Qin Zhao has the ability to reach the sky, no matter how fast the explosive action is, it is impossible to dare to show even an arm under the aim of at least four guns, let alone take care of Zhan Zhao and the two.