Chapter 80

Maybe the machine gunner on the helicopter didn't feel any threat from a girl whose face turned from pale to crimson in an instant, so he just locked her whole body with lights, and as her body slowly Slowly moving towards the side of the road. From a distance, it looks like the helicopter is just lighting the way ahead for this girl.

Qin Zhao slowly turned his neck, his eyes followed Jing Hongxue's body, he didn't understand why Jing Hongxue was going that way at this time. Just now, because he was too nervous about her safety, he didn't even notice that the instigator who caused the shooting was the cold-blooded Jing Hongming in October of Long Teng's December that he had been worried about. But he knew that at this moment, all the machine gunners on the helicopter gave up attacking the girl.

that's enough. Qin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief slowly, and then shifted his gaze to the head that was lying on the ground with his hands raised high, but also held high.

It's him!

It was as if an electric current suddenly poured in from the top of his head, and Qin Zhao froze there. Now he finally understood why Jing Hongxue went there recklessly. It turned out that her elder brother was lying on the ground, like a pug trying to please its master, wagging its tail and showing its white teeth to please his sister. It's a laugh.

, I finally saw your kid appear alive in front of Lao Tzu.

Qin Zhao suddenly wanted to burst into tears now, the kind of tears that were not at all hypocritical or hypocritical. Those who have never fought side by side with their comrades in arms cannot understand the true friendship between men. In the smoke of the battlefield, they are brothers. He is the kind of brother who can rest assured to hand over his back to the opponent, and block bullets for the opponent at any time to die.

Tears, in the case of meeting again after experiencing life and death together, better explain what is the reason why men don't cry easily.

"You finally came back alive to see me, kid." Qin Zhao let his tears fall on his shoulders mixed with cold sweat, but the corners of his mouth were curled up, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that even a toothpaste commercial star would envy.

"Could it be that you really belong to an elephant? Smoking so hard won't make your bird's teeth yellow!" Jing Hongming lay there not to be outdone, and fought tooth for tooth, except for the magical skills of picking up girls, he thought he was no match for this old man. Besides, for the rest, whether it was as small as smoking and drinking, or as big as murder and arson, he had never given in to Qin Zhao. Maybe...Looking at her younger sister whom she has only seen in photos in the past seven years, Jing Hongming thought sadly:...Maybe I will be your cheap brother-in-law this time...This is simply not an ordinary depression!

"Brother..." Jing Hongxue squatted down slowly, stretched out her hand and gently touched Jing Hongming's dirty cheek. As soon as her hand touched Jing Hongming's skin, an innate warmth connected with his blood made him withdraw his eyes from fighting with Qin Zhao, and let his sister's slippery fingers hold her tenderly without moving. touching his cheek.

Otherwise, this kid is cold-blooded, seeing his own sister didn't give her a bear hug today. It seems that if I compare this composure alone, I really have to bow down. Qin Zhao thought about it with gusto, just when he was about to use his three-inch tongue magic skill to further attack Jing Hongming, some lights appeared on the road in the distance.

These lights immediately attracted the attention of the helicopter pilots in the low sky. It seemed that everyone had discussed it, so a hard-working unlucky brother was separated to drive the helicopter towards the dozen or so people who were getting closer. The car lights went up.

...

As soon as Zhao Xiaopeng jumped out of the Humvee, he was stunned by the sight of the corpses of foreigners lying all over the floor, and his calves trembled. It's not because if you close your teeth tightly, you may be spit out by him like a bitch throwing food.

Some were lying on their stomachs, some were lying down, and one was still smoking in pitch black. Corpses of various shapes were scattered all over the road, and the bullet casings on the ground glowed golden under the light, as if silently telling him the tragic fate of some people.

"Hmph." A cold snort came from Zhao Xiaopeng's side, and then he saw his old man walking past him. When Zhao Xianfeng was over half his son's body, he stopped for a while, as if he wanted to stretch out his hand to pat his butt to comfort him, but in the end he walked straight forward with his back straight. Behind him was a Guard with gun.

Indeed, in peaceful times, several corpses battered to pieces by bullets are scary, but for Zhao Xianfeng, who once participated in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, what kind of big scene has he never seen? Looking at the corpses of these foreigners who came to China to seek their dreams beyond their means, is like looking at the skinned pigs in the slaughterhouse.

"Boy, come here." Commander Zhao waved at Qin Zhao, who was locked on by the lights of the helicopter, and then turned around to give instructions to the guards. The guard snapped to a standstill, and after the salute, he quickly turned around and trotted up to the second jeep, took out the wireless encrypted communication equipment and gave the order for the anti-submarine helicopter to return.

Seeing that only one helicopter was slowly landing on the road, Qin Zhao didn't dare to reach out and wipe the sweat from his forehead until the planes above his head whizzed away. It's really uncomfortable to be missed... and nodded to Jing Hongming who was still lying on the ground, signaling him to lie there to cool off first, and not to act rashly. Because, after most of the anti-submarine helicopters left the scene, within a few hundred meters of the accident scene, there were already hundreds of soldiers with live ammunition serving as the police. He, the suspect who was lying on the ground and was not summoned, had better be careful. Besides, this old man who called him a boy to let him pass was none other than Commander Zhao Xianfeng, the boss of the East China Sea Fleet. His safety should not be compromised in the eyes of these soldiers. No wonder the most overbearing anti-submarine helicopters were used to deal with a few small killers. It turned out that it was his old man who personally gave the order.

Even Zhao Xianfeng personally beckoned Qin Zhao to pass. But when Qin Zhao walked two or three meters away from him, someone still pointed a gun at him and ordered him to stop and prepare to search him.

"Forget it, Xiao Wang, he is someone I absolutely trust. Well... how about this, you lead someone to clean up the scene. Make sure that there is no trace of the battle. Do you understand what I mean? "Zhao Xianfeng stopped the guards around him from searching Qin Zhao's body. After ordering the next task, he stretched out his hand and punched Qin Zhao* who was walking over, saying: "Boy, I won't be with you when I come to Qing Island." What Uncle Zhao said, he deserves a beating!"

"Uncle Zhao," Qin Zhao staggered deliberately. Although Zhao Xianfeng didn't have much strength in punching him, he still pretended to be unbearable and staggered. The purpose was to flatter his ass. He was happy, it would be much easier for him to talk about Jing Hong's fate later.

Anyone who can shake Yumian Yan Luo with a single punch should be proud, and Zhao Xianfeng is no exception. Although he knew that this kid was trying to be silly to please him, he was indeed in a much happier mood: "Hehe, don't pretend to be in front of me, kid! Tell me, why did these people come to you? What else do you need?" Shall I help? Say it together and let me listen."

"Hey, you really are old and hot, and you can see right away that I have something to ask for." Qin Zhao laughed, pointing to Zhan Zhao who was still in a coma carried by two soldiers from the pile of rubble, and said: "That, that is my friend, who is also the District Public Security Bureau Chief of Jincheng District. She is injured now. Uncle Zhao, please take her to the hospital first."

I have long known that Qin Zhao is not clear about women, and Suning, who is many times better than her, cried and begged him to be together, but he didn't show it off, let alone that this girl is just a mere police chief. Now, Zhao Xianfeng didn't think it was so strange. Without further ado, he asked Zhan Zhao to be carried into the car as quickly as possible, and rushed to the hospital.

After the tail lights of the car disappeared into the darkness, Qin Zhao was truly relieved. I glanced at the soldiers who were busy cleaning the scene. They were wrapping the corpses in canvas, and then stuffed them into the anti-submarine helicopter.

As for how to deal with these poor foreign guests, Zhao Xianfeng is a veteran. Qin Zhao didn't care at all whether the dead vampire bat members were fed to fish or buried on a deserted island. He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't think of how to explain Jing Hong's life to him. Because even though Jing Hongming was the executor of the 'Green Blood' plan with him, he was able to return to his hometown. No matter what happens in the future, at least now he can sit peacefully in the office and enjoy the scenery, while Jing Hongming can only wander outside, so that now he has become a part of the vampire bat.

Two people do the same thing, but they don't necessarily have the same consequences, which itself is a kind of helplessness in real life.

Zhao Xianfeng saw Qin Zhao's thoughts, looked at Jing Hongxue who was being watched with vigilance by several guards, and asked lightly, "This is your friend?" He didn't ask Qin Zhao what his name was or why. Mixing with those dead vampire bat members, he just knew that Qin Zhao must have wanted something from him for this young man.

"Not friends." Qin Zhao replied.

Qin Zhao's answer was heard by Jing Hongxue who was following behind Jing Hongming, who was escorted over, and her body trembled. Before her mind went blank, Qin Zhao's next words made her feel all over. Shocked, he couldn't help biting his lips and muttering, "Qin Zhao...you bastard."

"He is my brother." Qin Zhao raised his head, fixed his eyes on this old man who could change the fate of Jing Hong's life, without blinking.