Chapter 61: : Watching its changes

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It's almost late at night.

In the No. 1 villa area of ​​the Huating Special Operations Bureau, the lights are still bright.

There are nine detached villas in the No. 1 villa area, which can be said to be the most luxurious place in the entire base. It is the high-rise and VIP residence in the Huating Special Operations Bureau. It is located at the center of the entire base. Living in a villa is also a treat.

Tan Qinghua, deputy commander of the Eastern Theater, temporarily lived in Building No. 9 in Villa One.

As a military officer of the Prince Edward Group, Tan Qinghua, who was just in his early 50s, was thin and aging, with old spots on his face, unstained hair, and gray hair. He did not look like a general in his 50s. Instead, it is more like an ordinary old man in his sixties and seventies.

It is said that when he was young, Tan Qinghua was also a member of the Zhongzhou special warfare system. At the peak, he was even close to the master of thunder, but he was captured by overseas forces during a certain mission. For half a month, he was exhausted. As a result of various tortures, the strength of martial arts, which is absolutely not weak, has been abolished, and the body has fallen into the root of the disease, which has not improved for many years.

However, the general's temperament was extremely tenacious. After being successfully rescued, he was transferred from the special operations system to the general staff to be a civilian officer. For nearly 20 years, he has been steadily fighting, and has made several smooth strides, and finally sat in this position. In his life, his life was almost a living legend, full of ups and downs and wisdom, and it was definitely a well-known figure in the military and special warfare system of the Mid-Continent.

The lights in the villa are very bright, and almost dazzling light fills every corner of the villa, making everyone's eyes a bit uncomfortable.

But few of them were present, and everyone just quietly looked at Tan Qinghua on the sofa, carefully.

Tan Qinghua sat quietly on the sofa, expressionless, and placed a stretcher in front of him, covered with a clean and tidy white cloth. Under the white cloth was the body of his son Tan Xilai.

Tan Qinghua has two sons, and the eldest son does not understand martial arts. Now he is a combat staff officer in a main division in the southern theater, and has a bright future.

The youngest son is Tan Qinghua, who has practiced martial arts since he was a child. He was sent to Shura Road when he was an adult. He strictly demanded that the two sons write one martial art, and Tan Qinghua had high hopes for them, especially Tan Xilai. With firmness, amazing talent, and flexible mind, he has always been cultivated by Tan Qinghua as his successor. The relationship between father and son is very good. In Tan Qinghua's mind, Tan Xilai can be said to be the only choice to support the facade of the Tan family in the future. Good choice.

But now his biological son, who had high hopes, was lying on the stretcher silently, and he had become a dead body without the slightest anger.

White hair and black hair.

How painful is this experience?

No one can understand Tan Qinghua's mood, even Tan Qinghua himself does not know what mood he is in now.

The moment he received the bad news, his entire heart seemed empty, no anger, no resentment, no sorrow. Numbness seemed to be his only feeling. He just sat on the sofa like this, and as time passed, he did n’t want to move. , Don't want to talk, don't want to do anything.

"Old Tan ..."

Near Tan Qinghua, a middle-aged man in a camouflage uniform called out, but stopped talking.

He is about the same age as Tan Qinghua, but the image is completely different. This is a very tall man with a black hair and majestic appearance. The two Venus on his shoulders, which represent the rank of Lieutenant General, are getting more and more illuminated by the light. It was dazzling, but at this moment, he looked at Tan Qinghua with a very careful expression, and his voice was extremely light.

Tan Qinghua, who had been sitting on the sofa for several hours, finally moved, but did not look up, but slowly kneeled in front of Tan Xilai's body and slowly extended his hand.

His hands trembled so much, his thin fingers clenched tightly against the white cloth and slowly pulled down.

Tan Xilai appeared in front of everyone with Tieqing's face in her misery.

Tan Xilai watched silently, his mouth opened, but he couldn't make any sound for a while.

"Old Tan ..."

The lieutenant in a camouflage suit nearby stepped forward and couldn't help screaming again.

Tan Qinghua looked up blankly, his lips ragged, his voice hoarse: "Yangtze River, my son, was killed."

Throughout Huating, there was only one Lieutenant General named Yangtze River. Lieutenant General Gu Changjiang, director of the Huating Special Operations Bureau, one of the Kunlun City elders, was also the backbone of the special warfare group!

Ancient Yangtze River and Tan Qinghua have known each other for many years, and their personal relationship is very good. Now looking at the desolation and blankness in the eyes of his old friends, his heart is also uncomfortable.

Tonight everything looks a little weird, not only Tan Xilai was killed, but Zhong Shaofeng, the youngest son in the Zhong family, was completely abolished, because the incident happened in a short time, and the ancient Yangtze River could not get specific news. From the latest news, Zhong Shaofeng Rescue is still in progress. Whether it can escape from the danger of life depends entirely on luck.

But these two things are done by the same group of young people, and by a group of young people with extremely complicated backgrounds.

For the time being, the ancient Yangtze River couldn't see through the essence of the matter, so how dare to act lightly?

He had a personal relationship with Tan Xilai, but in the end it was just a personal relationship, but the positions of the two were not exactly the same.

The Prince Edward Group and the Special Warfare Group have always been advancing and retreating together in recent years. They are the closest allies, but the allies are completely different from their own. The difference between them is not big, not small, just tonight's events. If the ancient Yangtze River is now insisting on going ahead, it is equivalent to the special war group intervening in this matter without the Prince Edward Group's clear response.

In this way, not to mention how the special warfare group reacts, even the Prince Group may not appreciate it. The only thing the ancient Yangtze River can do before getting the above advice is to talk to Tan Qinghua and change.

"Don't be too sad."

The ancient Yangtze River hesitated, walked to Tan Qinghua and patted him on the shoulder, and said lowly, "I don't want to see you now."

"He can't see it."

Tan Qinghua said quietly: "Everyone is gone, what do you think?"

The ancient Yangtze River was speechless and stopped for a moment.

Tan Qinghua didn't go to see him either, just stroking his son's cold face gently, his eyes softly said: "I was eating together at noon, who thought of it suddenly happening at night?"

"You're talented, you've been smart since you were a kid, and a lot better than your brother. I was expecting you to pick up my class. I didn't expect you to leave without saying a greeting. Your kid is cruel. I usually The sense of responsibility that I have told you, all men are taken by you. "

"You have vengeance. I have seen this problem for a long time, but it has never been taken seriously. Revenge is not a bad thing. Who dares to regret us? It must be a good remembrance. But you kid, stupid, want revenge without strength. And it turns out that I have to help you get revenge. What is this? "

Tan Qinghua knelt beside Tan Xilai's body, gently leaned down and kissed his son's cold forehead, and said softly, "Relax, Dad will help you get revenge, soon."

The ancient Yangtze River on one side changed slightly.

A young man who was a little further away from the ancient Yangtze River and Tan Qinghua also changed his color slightly.

The young man is about thirty-three years old, and he wears a pair of glasses. Although he is wearing military uniforms, there is a Sven temperament belonging to civilian personnel all over his body. It is better to describe it as a scholar than a soldier.

Listening to Tan Qinghua's last hoarse, calm, yet extremely firm commitment, the young man lowered his eyes and whispered, "Commander Tan, please mourn."

Tan Qinghua raised his eyelids and glanced at him. In a short time, he seemed to be completely calm. The general of the princely group returned to the sofa again, staring at the young man in front of him, his tone indifferent: "Who killed Xilai?"

"It's like this ..."

"I ask you, who killed Xilai?"

Tan Qinghua interrupted the other party's words directly, repeating calmly.

The young man with glasses opened his mouth and wondered how to answer for a while.

Who killed Tan Xilai?

Everyone present at this question knows the answer, Tan Qinghua also knows, but because of the problem of identity, the youth can never say anything.

Because he was the secretary of the Eastern Theater Commander Ning Zhiyuan, and Ning Zhiyuan was the father of Ning Qiancheng.

Who is the murderer? If it really comes out of his mouth, I am afraid that Ning Zhiyuan will be quite passive at that time.

Tan Qinghua's question was a little bit worried.

"Commander Tan, we all regret that this happened. Commander Ning means that you can calm down and he will give you a satisfactory explanation. He hopes that you can take the overall situation as the top priority and not affect your work. If it is convenient for Commander Tan Then, Commander Ning has some work matters to discuss with you ... "

The young man spoke calmly, watching Tan Qinghua's reaction carefully while talking.

This is the main purpose of his coming here today, saying that it is sympathy, but it is better to find an opportunity to try and see if it can ease the relationship between the two sides.

Ning Qiancheng killed Tan Xilai.

It is the grievances of two young people when they are small, and the grievances of two power figures in the eastern theater, which is the pain of bereavement. It seems that this kind of hatred cannot be resolved, but the status reaches such a level Basically, there is nothing to talk about. The key depends on how important Tan Xilai is in Tan Qinghua's heart.

Tan Qinghua looked up at the young man in front of him, and narrowed his eyes gradually.

The extremely depressed atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy.

However, for more than ten seconds, cold sweat percolated on the forehead of the youth, and the original calm expression gradually became embarrassing.

As an ordinary lieutenant colonel, under the stare of a general, how much pressure he can bear can be imagined.

"Help me tell Commander Ning."

Tan Qinghua finally spoke, and said lightly: "I will take the overall situation as the most important thing, after I avenge my son."

The youth lieutenant colonel's look changed, and looking at Tan Qinghua's madness, he finally chose to be silent.

"Yangtze River, where is the murderer?"

Tan Qinghua suddenly stood up and asked, looking at the ancient Yangtze River nearby.

"Yonghua Villa."

The ancient Yangtze River stumbled and answered subconsciously.

"Blazing fire!"

As soon as the ancient Yangtze River voice fell, Tan Qinghua suddenly raised his voice and called out.

"Here!"

Outside the villa door, a loud voice sounded, the door was pushed open, a burly man with a scar on his face appeared at the door, saluting Tan Qinghua.

Tan Qinghua said coldly: "Call someone to gather, go to Yonghua Villa, bring me the killer."

He clenched his hands and added: "At all costs!"

"Yes!"

The Scar Man, code-named Fire, saluted and turned away without hesitation.

"Commander Tan!"

The face of the young lieutenant colonel, who had been silent, changed his face and said quietly, "Do you know what you are doing ?!"

"I'm taking revenge for my son."

Tan Qinghua said coldly: "Tell Ning Zhiyuan, if he has different opinions, stop me and see if he has the courage!"

The young lieutenant colonel's face changed, and after a short while, he snorted, and turned to leave quickly.

He is only Ning Zhiyuan's secretary and cannot make any decision on behalf of Ning Zhiyuan. Now that things have reached this point, he must report Tan Qinghua's actions to Ning Zhiyuan as soon as possible.

"Lao Tan, calm down, things are not easy tonight."

The ancient Yangtze River came to Tan Qinghua and chanted. This time the exercise between the Eastern Theater and the Huating Special Operations Bureau was not large. There were about 2,000 elites in the Eastern Theater. Although the number was not large, the overall quality was the highest in the entire Eastern Theater. Among the top 2,000 people, Tan Qinghua can fully command about 300 people. Once these 300 people rush into Yonghua Villa, things are likely to develop beyond control.

Everything seems to be a little confusing tonight. Tan Qinghua acted so rashly that he may not have an optimistic result.

"I can't calm down."

Tan Qinghua glanced at the ancient Yangtze River and calmly said: "I know your difficulties, Yangtze River, so I won't let you embarrass, but don't stop me, whoever kills my son, who I kill! Who dares to stop me, I kill Who!"

crazy!

Tan Qinghua is crazy.

The brain of the ancient Yangtze River buzzed, his brows frowned tightly, and the whole man was helpless.

Tan Qinghua ignored the ancient Yangtze River, but bent down slightly, took his son's body in his arms, and went straight upstairs.

The ancient Yangtze River stood still, and only took a cigarette to light it for a while. He smoked a large mouth, but his brain became more and more confused.

Tan Xilai's body was sent back by Gu Youlian, the time is urgent, he just simply understood the course of the next thing, not to mention how things are going, just listening to some characters involved in tonight, it is enough to make people think that this one The inside story is complicated.

Zhuang Huayang, Qin Weibai, Wang Yuetong, Ning Qiancheng, Li Baitian, and that Li Tianlan.

The ancient Yangtze River was unfamiliar with Li Tianlan, but what the other people meant was too obvious.

Academic, Beihai Wangshi, Haomen Group, Shushan, and a mysterious reincarnation palace!

Especially the reincarnation palace of overseas forces, although their development in Zhongzhou has been resisted by Kunlun City and Beihai Wangshi, in recent years, the cooperation between Zhongzhou and the reincarnation palace has been extremely enjoyable. Today, Qin Weibai, who has a special status in the reincarnation palace, is very happy. Appearing as a woman of Li Tianlan, it is said that the mad dog He Dragonfly of the Zhong family also knelt on the spot. Qin Weibai suddenly became so powerful, would there be any special meaning?

There was a headache in the ancient Yangtze River, and I just felt that the rain in Huating Mountain was coming, and there was a kind of black cloud over the city overnight.

There was a sudden ringing of the phone.

Gu Changjiang took out his mobile phone and looked at the electric display. His spirit suddenly shook, and he called the city owner respectfully.

There are two extremely prominent city masters in Zhongzhou, but there is only one who can make the ancient Yangtze River so respectful. The **** of war in Zhongzhou and the ancient city leader of Kunlun City!

"Huating is very busy tonight?"

On the phone, Gu Xingyun's voice sounded softly, and he couldn't hear his mood.

"Not just hilarious."

The ancient Yangtze River laughed bitterly: "It's a mess, Ning's kid killed Tan Xilai, and Zhong Shao's young son Zhong Shaofeng was abolished by a man named Li Tianlan. How long has it been since the cattle and ghost snakes of all walks jumped out one by one, old Tan also Before going crazy, he was ready to gather his hands for revenge a few minutes ago. "

"It's really messy."

Gu Xingyun chuckled, and said lightly, "But that's fine."

The ancient Yangtze River was silent for a while.

The chaos in Huating is really not a bad thing for Kunlun City, but now the chaos is not caused by Kunlun City. In this way, the muddy water in Huating is shallow and deep, so they have no way to grasp it. Can it be in the interest of Kunlun City?

"You follow along and see."

Gu Xingyun seemed to think about it, then slowly said, "Listen more and talk less, and watch the changes."

"Yes."

The ancient Yangtze River made a sound, then whispered, "City master, should we prepare early?"

Gu Xingyun was slightly silent. After half a minute, he laughed: "Preparation started long ago, but you don't have to rush. What is the trend of this game of Huating? It depends on the Zhong family, only Tan Qinghua, If nothing can be done, wait and see. "

Gu Changjiang gave a sigh, hung up the phone, stood on the spot and smoked a cigarette, and went straight out of the villa.

Twelve in the night.

Inside the brightly lit Huating Special Operations Bureau base, seven or eight military trucks rushed out of the base gate and broke into the deep night outside the base.

Tan Qinghua, who originally had the guards lead the team to catch people, temporarily changed his mind. He put his son's body in his bedroom, led the team, and went straight to Yonghua Villa!

In the No. 1 villa area, the No. 9 building is quiet.

Eastern Theater Commander Ning Zhiyuan's villa No. 7 is also quiet.

For Tan Qinghua's troop deployment, Ning Zhiyuan, the No. 1 figure in the eastern theater, was silent and never stopped.