C42 National Hero

Wei Sen covered Zhao's mouth with his hand and stopped him, "Don't say that! I feel that your life is very real, much better than those hypocritical people who flatter the Yin and Yang. In fact, you are a very caring and collective sense of honor, but you are not good at showing yourself. You are like a cup of pristine water from nature. There may be impurities and small fish and small worms in it, but in reality, your heart is very pure. At least I think you're better than the bleached and processed tap water. It's true, I didn't lie to you. Believe me, one day the leaders will realize what you really mean. A cup of water from nature that looks dirty, but is healthy; a cup of well-mouthed cola drink that tastes good, but has a lot of chemicals in it, flavors and the like. It only caters to the general public's tastes, but it somehow damages people's physical health. "Like..."

She blinked rapidly and continued, "Just like you and Chen Yongsheng."

Zhao Chu was stunned.

"You really know how to comfort people." Legend Zhao gave a relieved smile, feeling his heart churning even more.

He suddenly realized that this seemingly simple Wei Sen was actually not simple at all. She was not an ordinary person. Perhaps even a small detail of her lipstick was a reflection of her meticulous scheming.

Wesson: I really want to give him a real, non-trivial hug and let this pure blessing hug walk him around the world. But she didn't. She was worried that this hug would also be magnified infinitely, allowing the leaders to see even more impurities from Zhao Xingming's primitive cup of turbid water.

After returning home, Zhao was quarantined in a storage room that was similar to a storage room. He enjoyed being watched by someone else for 24 hours a day.

The next morning, the Deputy Chief Officer called Peace and wanted to 'interrogate' Legend Zhao personally. With a nervous heart, An Ping escorted Zhao Legend to the office of the Deputy Commissioner like a prisoner in custody.

Zhao Chu was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, standing in front of the Deputy Chief Officer in a daze.

The Deputy Chief Officer waved his hand, signaling for An Ran to withdraw.

Zhao did not dare to look the Deputy Chief Officer directly in the eye, but he could imagine how sharp and severe it would be. Suddenly, he thought of a person he hadn't seen for a long time … The Deputy Chief Officer was the father of Shangguan Xin. If he came out to plead with the Deputy Chief Officer, could he get the Deputy Chief Officer to let him off the hook?

Of course, this was only a fleeting thought. It flashed through his mind and disappeared without a trace.

He had met her by chance, and he had even tried to plot against her in the wheat fields. Even if he begged for mercy on his behalf, would the Deputy Chief Officer buy it?

Moreover, Zhao Dagai really couldn't bring shame to himself. He still had to bear the consequences of the trouble that he had caused. A moment of peace based on human relationships is difficult to endure.

Thinking of this, legendary Zhao was relieved.

When the reality reaches an irreversible state, rather than struggling in pain, it would be better to obediently assign the task to someone else. It was just like how a fish was caught by a fisherman. The more you struggled, the more your body would be covered in wounds. It would be better to let the fisherman remove the hook from his mouth, cook and stew as you please, and use it as a hot bath in the pot, and travel comfortably to the Western Extreme World.

While he was daydreaming, the Deputy Chief Officer had already lit a cigarette and was puffing out smoke while swallowing the clouds. Zhao Xingming's face was covered by the fog, and he could not see the Deputy Chief Officer's face clearly. However, the solemn and dazzling wheat tassels and the pentagram on his shoulder made Zhao Chu Feng shudder involuntarily.

It seemed that the Deputy Chief had been brewing for a long time before he finally said his first sentence, "I brought Instructor Gong and two other officials to receive you together. However, you disappoint me."

There was a change in his expression and tone. His tone was flat, but it was filled with boundless killing intent.

Zhao Chu bit his lip and said, "Officer, I know I've let you down, but that was not my intention. I know it's too late to say anything now. I've made political mistakes, I've made alcohol, I've made relationships, I've made any one of them a 'death sentence'. I have nothing to say, so I'll wait. "

The Deputy Chief raised his head and frowned, "What, a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water, is it?"

"I didn't mean it that way," said legend Zhao. Since fate could no longer be changed, there was no need for them to fearlessly resist, beg for mercy, wag their tails and beg for mercy. I accept whatever you do to me. "

Deputy Chief Officer suddenly slammed the table and said, "Alright, I'll help you!" He suddenly stood up from his chair, used the burning cigarette in his hand to draw on Legend Zhao, and said resentfully, "I still want to tell you, do you think you are really outstanding for being recruited into the Special Guard? Bullshit! You are just a pile of mud that can't support the wall. I f * cking misjudged you! "

Legend Zhao was stunned for a moment.

He noticed something in the Deputy Chief Officer's words.

However, he couldn't figure out what kind of truth was hidden in the Deputy Chief Officer's words.

At this moment, Zhao Lie could feel the deep disappointment Vice Bureau Chief Shangguan had for him.

This proved that before this, he had placed great hope in himself.

Deputy Chief Officer frowned and sighed. He pressed the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray. He transferred his anger at the legend of Zhao to this innocent cigarette. As the cigarette 'died', the smoke struggled in the ashtray, but in the end, it did not escape its fate of being extinguished. The strand of smoke broke free from its restraints and drilled out. This smear of earthen yellow reflected the embarrassed face of Zhao Lie.

Volcanoes erupted, and magma shot out in all directions. In the eyes of Zhao Lie, when the Deputy Chief was enraged, it was as if a volcano had erupted. His grave expression, his sonorous words, together with his short, forceful voice, stabbed at the heart of the man who had been so strong.

Deputy Chief Officer sat down again, calming himself down. His tone suddenly became abnormally calm. "I'll tell you a story."

Legend Zhao was stunned. A story?

What the hell was this Deputy Chief Officer doing?

Anyone could guess that the story told by Deputy Chief Officer must be the best material for educating the legends of Zhao. or positive or negative.

But under these circumstances, no matter how attractive your story is, what use is it? Since I, Zhao Dagun, am already destined to take off my military uniform and be sent home, why do you need to rub salt in my wound again?

Legend Zhao wanted to stretch his neck out to the Deputy Chief Officer and tell him, "Officer, please feel free to kill me. I, Legend Zhao, am on the execution ground, so how could I have the heart to listen to your story?"

But he decided to listen.

Perhaps this was the first and last time he had heard the Deputy Chief of Police tell a story.

And it was to tell it to himself alone.

The Deputy Chief Officer put his hands on his desk and grabbed a Liberation Army newspaper, flipping through it aimlessly. Flipping it over, he said, "Twenty years ago, I was also an ordinary member of the Special Guard. At that time, I was very ordinary, ordinary like a drop of water in the sea, a speck of dust on the ground. But in our group, one member was pretty good. It was as outstanding as the peak of a pyramid, as well as the most dazzling sun in the sky. He's number 18, a seemingly very ordinary second lieutenant. "

Legend Zhao felt that the Deputy Chief Officer's words were very comical, very dilatory, and very inappropriate.

What was the purpose of his sudden mention of his career as a special guard thirty years ago? Was he going to use his glorious deeds as a teaching material to mollify this heartless junior who had repeatedly made mistakes?

Was that necessary?

In doubt, the Vice Chief Officer continued, "You have no idea how outstanding Number 18 is, and I have no way to describe it. He was a good comrade loyal to the country and loyal to his mission. Whether it is political study or military quality, in the Special Guard, it is all about naysay (NO.1). However, fate is very unfair to him. " The Deputy Chief Officer sighed with regret, as if he was immersed in a special kind of fantasy.

Did his outstanding first place rank have anything to do with me, Zhao Legend, he thought to himself. Why did you mention him?

Could it be that the Deputy Chief Officer was sighing over his fate, or was it because he had fallen into the same fate as that Number 18?

The truth of the matter, however, shocked legendary Zhao.

The deputy chief paused for a moment, lit another cigarette, and let the nicotine roam around his chest, exhaling a thin cloud of smoke.

"Can you imagine? A student who had yet to complete a special training mission could surpass any ace teacher in military theory and special guard theory. The new bulletproof formation that we often practice now is actually created by student number 18. His kickboxing skills were in the second row of the entire TVB. Moreover, he was a person of good moral character. He was willing to help others, and was also a person of benevolence and benevolence. I have received many favours from him. "

Vice Chief Officer Zhao felt a wave of emotion towards the past. He looked at the stupefied Zhao Legend in front of him and continued, "The security guards beside the President of the United States are already numbered in the world. Like the Chinese Special Guard, they had gone through a series of selections and had undergone rigorous and comprehensive training at the American Academy of Political Protection. American and Russian agents, are they famous in the world? But in front of the security guards, it was nothing. One of the President's personal guards could handle more than three senior agents with his bare hands. Americans like to provoke and, of course, to provoke. Every time the President of the United States visited China, his security staff would ask the Secret Service for a spar. Perhaps you can't imagine the contrast between a Chinese guard and an American guard. In front of the American guards, the Chinese guard was like a squirrel standing in front of a big black bear. All aspects of height and weight are at a disadvantage. Therefore, the Secret Service had always been cautious when it came to similar requests for sparring. If they could push it, they could push it; if they couldn't, they could only take it head-on. But most of the time, for the sake of national honor and dignity, we have to take it. "

Zhao Chu was surprised. What was the purpose of Deputy Chief Officer telling him all this nonsense?

The Deputy Chief Officer seemed to be deeply engrossed in the lecture. He was engrossed in it. The cigarette in his hand burned out most of the cigarette ash. His fingers moved inadvertently and the cigarette ash fell onto the table. Closing the door to speak, there was actually a gap between Chinese Tweens and American Tweeters. Especially the fight. The American secret service is full of boxing experts, and we have many special forces who have suffered when sparring with them. Of course, there would still be times of victory. The one time I remember it the most was that year at Zhongnanhai's basketball court. "

Zhao Chu was even more confused. What happened to Vice Bureau Chief today? Sometimes he would mention No. 18, and sometimes he would also mention the American secret service. It was not reliable, nor was it related, and it was illogical. He really didn't understand. What was the purpose of Deputy Chief Officer speaking to him, a soldier who was about to leave the Secret Service with a backpack?