The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

In astonishment, the figure stared blankly at the alley ahead.

This small alley is a dead end, only about [-] meters away, with residential buildings on one side and the back wall of a supermarket on the other.

"Don't move around, or I can't promise to cut off any part of your body." Angel's cold voice appeared behind him, and a saber reached his crotch.

"Don't mess around, I, I, I don't have a date yet." The figure made a frightened voice and raised his hands.

Hearing this person's voice, Angel shook her head and put the knife away.At the same time, Zhao Ziyang suddenly jumped down from above the alley and smiled at the guy who was following him.

"Long Zheng, what are you doing with me if you're not at home?" Zhao Ziyang walked over and patted Zhao Changzheng on the head lightly.

A false alarm, it was Zhao Changzheng who followed Zhao Ziyang.

"I won't help anymore, I'm going to run away from home!" Zhao Changzheng blurted out, looked at the cold-faced Angel with a smirk, and then quickly moved away from Angel, he was a little afraid of Angel.

It must be that not everyone can bear the coldness on Angel's body, even though she is indeed perfect.

Hearing Zhao Changzheng's words, Zhao Ziyang realized that this kid really planned to run away from home, with a bag in his hand, as if he was about to travel far away.

"Why did you run away from home and follow me?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask Zhao Changzheng with a smile.

"Of course I followed you!" Zhao Changzheng looked at Zhao Ziyang as it should be, and said to him with a look of admiration in his eyes: "You are definitely a master. To be a man, you have to be a man like you. My dad can't do it. There is no future with him."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed out loud, he thought it was really funny.

A person like Zhao Zhengrong would not be considered a softie wherever he went, but in his son's heart he was a softie. It was so funny.Zhao Ziyang can be sure, regardless of Zhao Zhengrong's age, if you want him to go to the battlefield, he will definitely be a very good character.

"Do you think your father is not good?" After laughing, Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng, and continued without waiting for him to answer: "Go home, your father is not a softie, if your father saw those people pinching your neck, I’m afraid they’re all dead.”

"Don't come back!" Zhao Changzheng's stubborn temper came up again, and he said loudly to Zhao Ziyang: "At worst, I will serve tea and water, and you can take me away."

"By the way," Zhao Changzheng turned his head and said seriously to Angel: "I can also cook, Chinese food!"

Angel wanted to laugh when he said this. This little guy is quite good at bribing people, and he even tempted himself with Chinese food.

"I won't take you away." Zhao Ziyang shook his head and said, "You should enjoy your sunny life..."

"Sunshine ass!" Zhao Changzheng cursed fiercely, and said very dissatisfied: "Now I have to move once a year, from my hometown to the United States, from the United States to Italy, from Italy to Colombia, from Colombia to Turkey, and then again. Running to England, I don’t know where to go next year, I’m so annoyed, where does the sunshine come from?”

This sentence seemed to remind Zhao Ziyang and An Qier that they had exchanged a glance with each other, and they knew each other well.

Naturally, moving once a year is not for traveling, but to escape from some things, such as enemies... Zhao Zhengrong is not an ordinary person, he has his own intentions, maybe he is really avoiding enemies.

"I can't even take you in!" Zhao Ziyang told Zhao Changzheng affirmatively.

Hearing Zhao Ziyang's firm tone, Zhao Changzheng's face was full of frustration. He knew that Zhao Ziyang really refused to take him in.

That's right, Zhao Ziyang would never take him in, he was afraid of trouble.

He didn't know who Zhao Zhengrong's enemy was, so how could he take Zhao Changzheng in.Besides, the relationship between the two is just a chance meeting, Zhao Ziyang will not cause unnecessary trouble for himself, because he has enough troubles now.

"Oh, it seems that I can only abduct grandpa back to China." Zhao Changzheng sighed deeply, and the words he said were full of helplessness.

However, Zhao Ziyang was moved when he heard this.

"Your grandfather is here too?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng.

"Yes, my dad took me and grandpa to run around and move around." Zhao Changzheng nodded.

Zhao Ziyang's heart became brighter: a man whose wife died took his old father and son to run around the world, who can believe that there is nothing wrong with it?You don't need to guess too much about the answer, it must be to avoid it. The opponent you provoke is very powerful and can be spread all over the world.

Zhao Ziyang nodded without speaking, he walked past Zhao Changzheng, and strode forward with An Qier.

"Hey, hey, why are you leaving? We can discuss it!" Zhao Changzheng shouted from behind, his face full of anxiety.

To be honest, he admired Zhao Ziyang in his heart. He cut off other people's hands with a knife and smiled without showing the slightest hint of anger. This is the real man.The softie at home, besides knowing how to play rough in front of himself, is cowardly in front of others.

It’s not okay to say something like this, if the father is soft, the son can’t be soft, otherwise how can we support the family?

Zhao Ziyang stopped, turned around and faced Zhao Changzheng who was running over.

"If your grandfather agrees, I can consider taking you in."

"Success!" Zhao Changzheng agreed without even thinking about it, and said with a happy face, "Grandpa loves me the most, so there must be no problem."

The simple Zhao Changzheng couldn't think of Zhao Ziyang's intentions at all, he only knew that he would succeed if he took Zhao Ziyang to see his grandfather.But Zhao Ziyang knew that this would not work at all. He just wanted to meet the old revolutionary who could write the word "Tao", because he had many things to point out to someone.

If there is no mistake, Zhao Changzheng's grandfather must have been a general who led the army at the time. His combat experience from the Southern and Northern Wars was so rich that no one could match him. The most important thing was his strategic vision and strategic command.

As far as the period of the Anti-Japanese War was concerned, our army was weak, which determined that most battles must be won with less.However, any battle that wins more with less requires the commander to have excellent strategic vision and tactical awareness, as well as the wisdom to win with odds.They are the fierce tigers running rampant on the battlefield, which is incomparable to any modern army commander.

The current lurkers are in a weak situation and are forced to nest in Africa for development.This point is very similar to the situation in our army back then, so Zhao Ziyang wanted to visit this old revolutionist, to learn, to learn from, and to ask for advice.

How to develop in Africa, how to develop to a certain extent and how to further operate.He had to get out of the circle of mercenaries, because in Zhao Ziyang's heart he not only wanted to revive the lurkers, he also wanted to make the lurkers important in the mercenary world, or he wanted to build a mercenary kingdom.

No matter what you do at any time and any place, you need a strong force to support it, and what supports a strong force is the military force!

The three returned to the hotel first, and Zhao Ziyang would not be careless about visiting the old revolutionary.In China, the juniors must not visit the elders casually. There are many etiquettes for this, so Zhao Ziyang must be fully prepared.

When she came to a stall, Angel's eyes were attracted, and she strode towards the stall, looking curiously at the lifelike animals on the stall.

This is a booth of a sugar maker. The owner of the stall is an old man. He is skillfully using boiled sugar to draw various small animals on a clean board.After the drawing is finished, stick a bamboo stick to the bottom of the sugar figurine. After the sugar cools down, use a blade to gently shovel it, and a lifelike sugar figurine is formed.

This is a domestic folk art. People who were born before the Eighth Five-Year Plan should have seen sugar kneaders when they were young, but they are basically invisible now.It is really unexpected to see the artisans of sugar kneaders in London, England, across the ocean.

"An Qier, do you like these sugar figures?" Zhao Ziyang asked An Qier, he saw the word "like" in Angel's eyes, because she couldn't move her eyes away.

"No, this is not a sugar figurine, this is art, an ingenious folk painting art!" An Qier corrected Zhao Ziyang's statement, picked up a little mouse and said to Zhao Ziyang: "You look so exquisite, it looks like the real thing."

In fact, Zhao Ziyang's interest has also been raised. He thought that when he was a child, he would put a few cents in his pocket to buy sugar figurines.Of course, at that time it was mainly novelty and greed, and all the sugar figures went into his stomach.

"Buy two and take them home." Zhao Ziyang picked up a cow and handed it to Angel and said, "Your age is divided according to the age of the Chinese, and you belong to the cow. This is the zodiac sign, which is similar to your constellation. This little mouse For Linghu, she likes mice the most."

Angel nodded, wrapped up the sugar figurine very preciously, and carefully kept the sugar figurine aside when walking, lest the sugar figurine would be smashed.

This is the first small gift Zhao Ziyang gave her, and she likes it very much.

Back at the hotel, Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzheng to rest in his room first, and planned to take the kid back when he had dinner later.This is a stubborn guy. If you drive him home, you will definitely fail.

"Hey, special soldier, are you back?" Linghu's voice came, and she opened the door to reveal a head with a smile on her face.

"I'm back, hehe." Zhao Ziyang greeted Linghu with a smile, but he was secretly wary.

Only when Linghu needs to draw his own blood will he be so enthusiastic. At other times, this little fox is always in a hurry to do his own experiments, and has no time to pay attention to him.

"Come on, let's talk alone." Linghu stretched out his hand to hold the special soldier, wanting to talk to him alone.

"Your sugar figure was given to you by the special forces." Angel intervened between the two, showing a melting smile at Linghu, and handed the little mouse sugar figure to Linghu.

"Thank you!" Linghu took it and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "An Qier, you can come too, it will be much more convenient if you are here."

It wasn't about drawing blood, Zhao Ziyang relaxed his vigilance, and walked into Linghu's room with Angel.

"Hee hee hee..." Linghu smiled very flatteringly, put his arms around Angel's arm and called sweetly: "Sister Angel..."

Angel frowned. She didn't like people calling her that, it made her feel uncomfortable.But she really has no temper for Linghu. This little fox has the thickest skin. When she needs you, she is always kind to you. When she doesn't need you, even if you stand in front of her, she may not be able to see you.

"Special soldiers..." Linghu hugged Zhao Ziyang's arm again, pouted at Zhao Ziyang, and showed his super lethal face in front of Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang felt uncomfortable for a while, he could clearly feel the astonishing elasticity of Linghu's chest, his left arm was completely pressed against Linghu's chest, and could not be pulled out tightly.But it was quite enjoyable, except that it was a little hot...

"Let's talk about something." Angel's brows frowned even deeper.

Linghu's posture holding Zhao Ziyang was noticed by her, but she was born in a noble family, which made her more reserved, so it was difficult to say it out loud.

"Borrow money!" Linghu blurted out.

"How many?"

"One hundred million!" Linghu let go of Zhao Ziyang's arm, stretched out three fingers and said to the two without any pressure: "It's pounds, not dollars!"

Zhao Ziyang gasped, he didn't know how Linghu could say, [-] million, it's not US dollars, it's pounds!

One pound can be exchanged for RMB 16, which means that Linghu will have to borrow 16 billion RMB when he opens his mouth. How can we not let Zhao Ziyang gasp.

"I can pay you back tomorrow!" Seeing Zhao Ziyang's hopeless expression, Linghu stuck out his tongue to promise.

One hundred million pounds is not that much money to Linghu. Her research itself is a bottomless pit, and she can eat any amount of money, but nothing will happen.

"No problem." Angel readily agreed, and asked Linghu, "A check or a remittance?"

"The check!" Linghu hugged Angel excitedly, kissed Angel heavily on the face and said: "My little Angel, you are so kind, I swear that I will pair you with the special forces, hahaha..."

An Qier blushed, Zhao Ziyang pretended to be indifferent, but those eyes peeked at An Qier from time to time.

Angel quickly took out the checkbook and wrote a check and handed it to Angel. The string of zeros on it made Zhao Ziyang dizzy.These two women are not ordinary women. One borrowed [-] million with her mouth open, and the other borrowed [-] million if she had nothing to say.

But An Qier was rich, if she revealed all her money, it would be enough to scare Zhao Ziyang to death.

"Linghu, what are you borrowing money for?" Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu curiously.

"Buy a car, go racing, and if you win the money at night, I can pay you back." Linghu, who was holding the check, was about to run out in a hurry, and said loudly to the two of them while running: "Come with me to go racing at night, let you experience it." The Fast and the Furious at night in London!"

Zhao Ziyang's interest was suddenly raised. He had never seen the scene of drag racing, but he had been listening to Daofeng and others talking about how cool it was. This time, he could experience the passion of drag racing.