A knife can be strengthened 10,000 times

"clear."

"receive."

The three Wuzhi didn't hide anymore, they rushed directly into Linhan City, and woke up many people.

At this moment, all communication signals in Linhan were cut off.

Some people just saw three Wuzhi flying at low altitude with red lights flashing in the dark night sky, but they didn't know what they were doing.

Inside the food stall, everyone continued to look at Xia Yi who seemed to be fighting with the enemy.

In the picture, he kept flashing and moving when surrounded by the enemy's combined attack, looking a little bit embarrassed.

A handful of people in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

A handful of people frowned.

He was relieved because, it seems... Director Xia is good at dealing with ordinary people, but he seems to be a little bit resistant when facing the masters of the Dragon Hall, which they also find extremely tricky. strenuous.

Fortunately, he is not a monster so powerful that he despises everything.

And that's why another small group of people frowned.

This... Director Xia was wasted too much energy by the gang fight just now, why is this going to be a bit too weak against these five people? Although they also admit that these five people are extremely difficult to put together, it can be judged by the strength Xia Yi showed Look, it shouldn't be so unbearable, right? And at this moment, suddenly, the ears of a few people in the food stall moved and looked out the window.

A middle-aged man leaning against the door simply opened the door.

The moment the door opened, a low swirling sound overshadowed the wind and rain.

At the same time there is a growing trend.

Helicopter Who dispatched a helicopter in this weather? Frowning, several people stood at the door and looked towards the sky. When the roar of the engine became louder and louder, more and more people came out.

A bolt of lightning struck, lighting up the sky.

At the same time, everyone can clearly see the outline of the helicopter.

Three! Wu Zhi! Just above their heads.

What's going on, whoever sent it was director Xia! But how could a small director of the Linhan Public Security Management Office have the right to send Wu Zhi here! What kind of idea is he planning! He wants to catch us all! But they After thinking too much, the three Wuzhi didn't pay attention to them at all, and flew over the head, and then divided into three groups, and surrounded Xiangshui Villa from three different angles.

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221. Mount Paektu (Please Subscribe!!)

After once again using his dexterous body skills to break the joint attack of the five people, Wu Zhi's engine sound from the darkness appeared in the ears of Lin Dongxun and others.

Xia Yi could easily see the astonishment, doubt, curiosity, etc... emotions in their eyes.

But these emotions turned into deep fear and killing intent towards him in the end.

Looking at Xia Yi, Lin Dongxun gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I'll leave it to you!"

The other four people nodded in various ways, and then he ran away directly! Xia Yi stared blankly at the middle-aged man running towards the back hill, and blinked.

He ran away and told his companions to run away, and most importantly, the others acquiesced in his actions, planning to hold him back here to cover his escape. His eyes fell on the four people in front of him. Xia Yi opened his mouth but didn't know what to do. say something.

I am getting more and more curious about the Baishan Society.

What this group of people are going to do is obvious, no matter how curious he is, the four 44s in front of him, in order to buy time for Lin Dongxun, changed their offensive style just now, and those who put on a defensive posture will definitely not tell him.

Although I don't know how long it will take for the response team, but his delaying tactics have been completed.

Now that he looked at the guarded four people in front of him like this, Xia Yi took a deep breath.

inhale.

Come again.

inhale.

Come again.

inhale.

The lungs seem to have become a bottomless pit, endlessly inhaling the air with the power of thunder into the lungs.

His heart began to beat violently, and the limit between two breaths had already exceeded the limits of ordinary people.

From the third breath, the sound of wind and thunder resounded in the body.

A strand called "Destruction"

The pressure suddenly lingered in the minds of the four of them.

They gathered together in an instant, the two were in front and the two were in the back. After forming a defensive formation, the shadow of a flag suddenly appeared behind them.

The flag looked a bit broken, and even the surface was full of scorched black and holes, which made people feel a strong will tempered by blood and fire at a glance.

Although it was just a phantom, it seemed as if it was really inserted behind a few people.

In order to defend the Masked Banner, the four of them could not take a single step back! As their will became... firmer, the phantom of the banner became clearer and clearer, and finally, the banner full of blood and fire appeared in the middle There is a pattern.

a mountain.

Pattern of a sacred mountain called Baekdusan.

Baitou Mountain, also known as Changbai Mountain, is the most sacred mountain in the hearts of beauties from the north and south, the place where their souls linger in their dreams, and the place where their souls return to their hometown.

Paektu Mountain is my hometown.

In front of the hometown, never step back.

Once, in that war, near the 17th parallel, there was an ace troop of North Goguryeo holding high the flag of the holy mountain in its hometown. In the battle of Ganling, it suffered heavy casualties. [-] people under the banner.

Therefore, "Baitou Mountain" became their troop number, and it also represented that everyone who can enter this ace troop has the ideological consciousness to dedicate everything to the motherland.

At this moment, Xia Yi, who had already taken deep breaths 4 times, looked at the phantom of the flag behind the four people, and suddenly laughed.

"I know that your identities are definitely not that simple as defectors from North Korea.

It is definitely not someone who defected from South Goguryeo or a member of our country's ethnic minorities!"

"As soon as the Mt. Paektu flag comes out, you've already been exposed!"

He smiled, looked at the four people who were waiting in formation, and slowly bent down.

Breath of Thunder.

Four wheels.

The biggest round is fully released! Thunderbolt flash! Let it go!!! "Huh"

When the lungs breathed out for the first time after four breaths, the destructive power flowing in the blood of the body finally found a gap.

Following the breath like a long chain, it flocked to all directions.

Hum!!! The deep thunder shook the air, and Xia Yi's surroundings were surrounded by the cyan thunder with the meaning of destruction.

Holding the knife, his eyes surrounded by thunder looked at the four 44 enemies who were ready to sacrifice themselves, and the voice rang out from the destruction, with a will that was absolutely above everything else, sending out a tyrannical and solemn voice. roar! "Thunderbolt flash! Four consecutive!"

Zizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizizirgh! A god stepped on the thunder and came, overlooking the enemy in front of him. He sneered at the old flag. Holding four thunderbolts in his hand, he easily destroyed the flag and destroyed the enemy under the flag. .

Finally, when the gods turned into thunderbolts and dissipated in the heaven and earth, only four 44 small insects with their right arms broken and their bodies scorched black were left.

"call"

Xia Yi held the knife, glanced at his enemy, thought for a while, and turned into a thunderbolt, and ran towards the back mountain.

The detached villa in the back mountain is Cui Minzhe's own residence.

For so many years, he has been the local emperor in Linhan for a long time, and he doesn't even have a decent woman around him.

He doesn't like gambling, and he doesn't like to be aggressive. He seems to know that his identity is sensitive. For so many years, he has only controlled the smuggling along the Tumen River and the ginseng business.

Even except...a few years ago in the battle against Han Liwei, he kicked and disabled a master invited by the hostile gang, all the prestige of the White Mountain Club was won by a few of his subordinates.

Under his command, the boss Lin Dongxun firmly controlled the territory along the Tumen River, the second child Park Xianglie liked to gamble and controlled the casino business, the third child Pei Xishi liked women, and all the Huajie business belonged to him.

The fourth son, Zheng Zhehao, is in charge of the wild ginseng market, and the fifth son is the most unstable, he shoots here and there, but he manages the protection fees for all the shops on the site of Baishanhui.

And Lao Liuhechi is in charge of all intelligence work.

Everyone's division of labor is very clear, and the Baishan Society is also famous for its unity. In addition, it has been content with the status quo for so many years, neither actively expanding, nor counseling when the enemy invades.

Gradually, it became a tough nut to crack in Linhan.

But for this low-key chairman, everyone has never been too impressed.

Even, many people have forgotten the identity of Cui Minzhe, a North Korean defector, and when was the last time he appeared in front of everyone.

At this moment, he was squatting in front of a brazier, throwing the documents in his hand into the brazier one by one.

There was a smoky smell in the whole house.

Until a rush of footsteps came: "President! The situation is wrong! Three armed helicopters are coming outside!"

Looking at his adjutant who has been with him for many years, the unattractive Cui Minzhe nodded: "Yes, I see."

222. The Beautiful Jindalai (Subscribe)

"We're still exposed!"

Looking at the calm president, Lin Dongxun's face was full of sadness.

"Um."

Cui Minzhe continued to nod, slowly tore off all the documents in his hand one by one, and threw them into the brazier.

"Boss, how long have we been away from the motherland?"

Looking at the burning paper, Cui Minzhe asked.

Lin Dongxun was taken aback for a moment, and immediately.

Said: "Seven years."

"It's been seven years"

"Yes.

One year in South Goguryeo, then came to Linhan, where we stayed for 6 years."

"Six years?"

Cui Minzhe, who had gray hair on his temples, suddenly laughed.

"I don't know how my mother is doing, whether she is doing well."

Looking at Cui Minzhe, Lin Dongxun urged: "President, now is not the time to think about these things, let's leave quickly!"

"How to leave"

Hearing this, Cui Minzhe suddenly had a hint of ridicule on his face.

He pointed to the mobile phone he put aside: "Just now, Your Excellency the Major General took the risk of being noticed and called me.

Tell us to keep confidentiality as the first priority, and when necessary, if we find that we cannot escape, then it is the moment when we are loyal to the motherland, mother, and people, and the above has decided to abandon us."

""

Hearing this, the expression on Lin Dongxun's face was not the kind...the expression that ordinary people can't believe after hearing this.

He was just stunned, and then there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Ah"

With a mixed chuckle, he sat on the chair next to the villa, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat off his face, and said, "Has this day finally come?"

As he spoke, he began to straighten his messy hairstyle from running just now.

Seeing his appearance, Cui Minzhe nodded: "Are you afraid?"

"Captain, are you afraid?"

Lin Dongxun asked back.

As he asked, he began to straighten his clothes.

Cui Minzhe shook his head: "One day the motherland will complete the unification, and my mother will wear the most beautiful Goryeo traditional Goryeo costumes on that day, and she will welcome us home with the most beautiful Jindalai flowers blooming on her chest."

Hearing his words, Lin Dongxun somehow found a black and white photo in a plastic bag.

In the photo, there is a child who looks about ten years old and a woman who wears a tall bun and is smiling at the camera.

His fingers scraped gently against it, his eyes were dazed and gentle.