The strongest talent.

Chapter 200
In the small dormitory, Yuan Qing stabilized the middle stage of the fifth level, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the dinner invitation from Yang Chaowei at first glance.

"Commander Yang's invitation message?" Yuan Qing looked at the message and frowned slightly.

After getting along with Baiyun Base, I know a lot about Yang Chaowei. He is 38 years old and has experienced the cruel battles in the last ten years of the cataclysm. His skills were all honed in battle, following the troops to launch a counterattack against mutant beasts, participating in the construction of a survival base, and serving as a civilian cadre for a period of time.

However, the invitation message sent this time does not match his position as company commander and his college education.The tone is very affectionate, but it looks weird no matter how you look—Xiao Yuanzi, come out to have a drink with your brother, see you at Jingxi Bar in the northwest suburb!
"It's not right." Yuan Qing frowned more and more.

Soldiers most often go to the wolf bar opened by Luo Ershao, and Yang Chaowei and the brothers of the special warfare company participated in the celebration ceremony together and lived in the military guest house. What are you doing in the northwest suburbs so far away?And the title "Xiao Yuanzi", Company Commander Yang has never used it, he would call him Iron Man when joking, Professor Yuan, he has never been called Xiao Yuanzi!

"What the hell is going on?" Yuan Qing thought for a while, then dialed Yang Chaowei's communication number.

The phone was connected, and it rang a full ten times, until it was automatically prompted that the communication had timed out, but no one answered.

"Something happened!" Yuan Qing's heart tightened, almost without hesitation, he shouted in his heart: "Intelligent brain, check!"

Yuan Qing didn't say what to check, but Zhinao instantly understood what Yuan Qing meant - to check the location of Yang Chaowei.

"Yuan Qing, Yang Chaowei is the special warfare company commander with a special status. To check his geographic coordinates, you must use the Trojan horse in the Qijia satellite base." The brain reminded: "I can break through all firewalls within 3 minutes, but I cannot guarantee that the Trojan will be found."

Yuan Qing shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "The Trojan horse can be implanted again if it is gone, check it now!"

Fortunately this time, the Trojan horse was not exposed, and quickly overcame the blockade of the satellite base authority. In just 2 minutes and 47 seconds, Yang Chaowei's location was found.It was "Tianjing Jiayuan" in the northwestern suburbs. The name was not bad, but they were actually old residential buildings that were about to be demolished. It was one of the few residential areas that survived the catastrophe.

"Yuanqing." Zhinao's survey coordinates are very accurate, but he still emphasizes: "This building is No. 16, and the floor cannot be queried. You..."

Before Zhinao finished speaking, Yuan Qing had already rushed out of the small dormitory without even closing the dormitory door. Almost turned into a gray line.

It is now close to [-] o'clock in the evening. There are student couples in the academy talking about love in the playground, and there are also teachers scattered on the quiet tree-lined road. They only see a looming figure rushing towards the outside of the academy like a strong wind. Only those who can barely see clearly, it is the nearest celebrity, the winner of two blue star badges, Assistant Professor Yuan.

Yuan Qing's figure is like lightning, and real lightning is shining under his feet, bursting out at the limit speed that can be achieved since reaching the middle stage of the fifth order.He didn't take a taxi, because his speed was much faster than a taxi; he avoided the endless traffic in Kyoto, avoided the hustle and bustle of people, ran and jumped from the top of buildings, and went straight forward, heading straight for Tianjingjiayuan .

The base in Kyoto is too big. Tianjing Jiayuan is 130 kilometers away from Kyoto College. Yuan Qing was almost drenched in sweat. He rushed downstairs to No. 16. He didn’t need to know which floor and household were there. It's clear—the west door on the top floor of the second unit, there are two corpses inside, and Yang Chaowei is among them!

Whoosh!
Yuan Qing jumped up and rushed up more than 40 meters, completely parallel to the 16th floor. Then he reached out and grabbed the window edge. His tyrannical body directly shattered the metal guardrail and tempered glass, broke through the window, and landed with a stride, like a whirlwind. rushed into the living room.

On the ground, the two corpses were still a little warm, with blood foaming from the corners of their mouths, staining the floor of the living room red.

"Crack, crunch..." Yuan Qing was gritting her teeth!

Yang Chaowei and Qi Tongyong, one is a life-and-death comrade-in-arms, and the other is related to the "Desert Assassination" incident; Yuan Qing has only seen photos of Qi Tongyong, and has never seen a real person. Even during the morning celebration ceremony, he only saw it from a distance. At a glance, there was no further contact.

However, they died here at the same time. They were attacked from the front, and there were almost no injuries on the surface; however, Yuan Qing only checked a little, and immediately felt clearly that their hearts were blasted, and their internal organs were all smashed. It is definitely a strong man above the holy rank, and he will be killed with one move!
"Gulu!" On the ground, Yang Chaowei's "corpse" seemed to feel Yuan Qing's body temperature, his throat moved, and a stream of blood mixed with internal organs sprang out from the corner of his mouth again.

Yuan Qing's heart was shocked, and his movements were almost faster than lightning. He didn't shy away from it, and he didn't think it was dirty. He spit out the high-efficiency recovery potion in his mouth, then bent down, mouth to mouth, and sucked out the dirt in Yang Chaowei's mouth. Blood; the same potion was quickly stuffed into Yang Chaowei's mouth.

"Yuan..." Yang Chaowei opened his eyes a little, and saw Yuan Qing's blood-stained face, grinning with a shriveled smile, his eyes slightly moist; , more blood froth gushed out of his mouth, and rushed out the high-efficiency recovery potion that had just been stuffed in and melted a little.

Yuan Qing's eyes were hot and red, and his heart felt like a knife was twisted.

He was injured too badly, and now it is only the last flashback, or in other words, it is the strong will that is supporting the rest of his life.Even if he took the recovery potion, it would only make him die a little more comfortably, and he couldn't even enjoy the last "comfort"!

Yang Chaowei didn't try to speak again, his right arm trembled slightly, as if he was about to raise his arm.

"Brother Yang." Yuan Qing guessed what Yang Chaowei was going to do in an instant, grabbed his right hand and helped him lift it up; the hand holding him was stained with some blood.After doing all this, Yuan Qing's heart ached unbearably, and tears welled up: "Brother Yang, I am here, I am here, who is the murderer, tell me, tell me!"

Yang Chaowei's blood-stained fingers moved slowly in Yuan Qing's palm, writing stroke by stroke with great difficulty.Writing, writing... His arms began to become heavy, his eyes gradually dimmed, the last trace of nostalgia for the world, as well as the guilt and nostalgia for the past, were forever frozen in Yuan Qing's eyes.

His breath of life had almost completely disappeared, and now there was nothing left. Even his extremely tenacious will could not allow him to finish writing his last words.He did not rest in peace, and at the end of his life, he only wrote three words: "Be careful..."

I don't know if it was due to the exhaustion of strength, but the final Wang character is very small, pitiful, like all living beings in this world, and in the eyes of those high and mighty people, the small one is not even as good as an ant.The eighth-level peak fighting master, Yang Chaowei, the commander of the special warfare company, died just like that, in front of Yuan Qing, beside his comrades, and in the arms of his brothers.

Yuan Qing hugged Yang Chaowei's gradually cooling corpse, looked at his face full of regret and guilt, looked at this once incomparably lively face, looked at the three crooked blood characters in his palm, his heart ached almost to the point of bleeding, His eyes were already red with anger.

"Check, check for me!" He roared in his heart: "Intelligent brain, check for me, in the whole of China, there are several holy rank powerhouses in the Kyoto base, whose surname is Wang? Their tracks, itinerary, activity area, all Check it out for me, find him out for me!"

Zhinao didn't make a sound, even Ting, who has always been considerate, didn't make a sound.

It's just a word of Wang, and there are too few clues. Maybe it's a certain king, maybe a certain strong man surnamed Wang, or it may be to remind Yuan Qing to pay attention to protecting the safety of a certain king-this king may be The king of Siberia may also be the king of Yadongjialuo, the king of Dongyang in the South China Sea, or even the king of Heijiang, the king of ghosts and apes.

All the kings who do not belong to the Huaxia military are the targets of the hawks, and their ambitions are insane!

"Check it out for me, why don't you check it out?!" Yuan Qing knew everything in his heart, but his heart was still roaring; tears rolled down his face, and he was holding Yang Chaowei's cold body and refused to let go - he had been holding on to it from the very beginning. Already reminding, the text message deliberately made a loophole, just to remind Yuan Qing not to go to the banquet, don't come.

Yuan Qing could even guess that Yang Chaowei, like Qi Tongyong, belonged to the Huaxia Hawks.But they are worthy of the title of "warrior". No matter what ideas they hold, they are all heroes of China, and they are his comrades-in-arms and brothers of Yuan Qing. They don't deserve to die!
"Yuan Qing." In the back of her mind, Ting spoke slowly, careful not to touch Yuan Qing's pain: "Commander Yang's body needs to be dealt with, as well as this soldier's body. Their identities are not simple. You have to take It would be a good idea."

Yuan Qing's face was full of tears, dripping on Yang Chaowei's face; he endured the grief, tidied up Yang Chaowei's appearance, carefully wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at his face for a long time, then closed his eyes, and whispered in his heart Opened his mouth: "Intelligent brain, temporarily put Yang Lianchang and Qi Tongyong in the biochemical laboratory, they will not be rotten at all, and we will deal with them tomorrow."

On the right arm, the hexagram pattern lighted up slightly, and the remains of Yang Chaowei and Qi Tongyong disappeared out of thin air, entered the biochemical laboratory, and were kept in the biological prison, even after tens of millions of years, there would be no change.Ting was a little puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask—why did it take until tomorrow to deal with it?

"Because the timing is not coincidental." Yuan Qing and Ting have merged perfectly, even if she doesn't ask, as long as she has this idea, Yuan Qing can still know.His voice was low and his face was extremely complicated: "Tomorrow is Lin Qiaoyin's concert. Everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time. I don't want them to know the news of Lianchang Yang's death now, and I don't want to spoil their good mood."

Zhinao and Ting didn't say anything more, while Yuan Qing endured the pain alone, and slowly left the empty dilapidated residential building, recalling the three bloody words in his palm.Beware of the king, who should be careful, or who should be careful?

"The only one who has the closest relationship with me is the King of Siberia. Perhaps Company Commander Yang just reminded me that someone is going to assassinate the King of Siberia. However, I am not familiar with the King of Siberia. Although it is very late, this matter is too important, so let's get in touch." Princess." Yuan Qing thought for a while, raised her wrist, quickly operated the smart watch, and dialed the number of Princess Siberia.

(End of this chapter)