The doomsday gangster travels back to the 70s to be an educated youth in the countryside

Tang Jihai was talking about what happened along the way, and now it happened to be about them being tied up.

A few people could hear the danger, people were dead and the wooden warehouse was being opened. Those who didn't know it thought it was telling a story. It was as if they were listening to a story, and they couldn't imagine that this happened for real.

Wang Chenggang thought for a while and said: "If I were to untie the rope and run away, I can't fight anyway, and I still have a wooden warehouse in my hand."

Several other people nodded in agreement. There were three on their side and four on the other side. The number alone was more than them, not to mention that they had wooden warehouses in their hands.

"Brother, what did you do then?"

Tang Jihai gnawed at Xie Cheng's peeled apple, and said as a matter of course: "Of course I robbed their wooden warehouse and overthrew them."

He said it calmly, as simple as crushing an ant to death.

Thank them: "..." As expected of the boss!

Everyone opened their eyes wide, not knowing what to say to express the shock in their hearts.

They were all tied up, how could they have done what others did with wooden warehouses?What if he couldn't do it and was killed?

It's so unbelievable that such a thing can't even be imagined, but it actually happened to the boss.

Xie Cheng gnawed a big mouthful of the apple, and mumbled in his mouth, "Brother isn't even afraid of wild boars, but is he afraid of a person?"

What is the comparison between a man and a wild boar!

"However, it's not good to kill people. Big brother, you didn't kill them, did you?" Xie Cheng said casually, making others panic.

Several pairs of eyes were burning, and they looked at Tang Jihai one after another. They remembered the ferocity of the boss when he killed the wild boar before, killing him with one knife, bleeding and skinning.

"It's not worth killing people, so I sent them to the Provincial Public Security Bureau." In this day and age, there are basically no cameras, and it's really hard to find people who kill people and bury their bodies in the mountains, but the value of keeping those few people is not as good as killing them.

"Has the provincial capital been investigated? Is the reporter a spy? Who is the murderer?"

They were all very curious. These two groups of people did not kill people like good people, but the reporters who took pictures of the arsenal and troops looked more like spies!
"Well, I found out." Tang Jihai stood up after eating the apples, "Don't talk nonsense when you go out. People in the village will say that I helped other factories repair cars when they asked, which wasted a lot of time."

They all know the seriousness, they don't know if they are spies or not, but they are curious about the final result.

Tang Jihai ignored their eager eyes and waved his hands, "Okay, knowing too much is not a good thing."

After dinner in the evening, Tang Jihai lay down early, recalling how Tang Mengnan chased him to the train station.

That day, he was called to the Public Security Bureau. The director met him and said, "The matter has been investigated, you can go back."

"Okay." Knowing the result, Tang Jihai planned to go back quickly, but it was boring to be watched as he couldn't do anything.

Seeing him turn around and leave, the bureau chief asked puzzledly, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Tang Jihai turned around when he reached the door, and said speechlessly, "Then tell me what's going on?"

Director: "..."

"If my guess is correct, the journalists who were killed were hunted down because they wanted to expose them." Tang Jihai sat back on the chair, crossed his legs, and said quietly.

He originally planned to leave directly, but now he doesn't want to leave. As a victim, he has to ask for some spiritual compensation, and at the same time, as a whistleblower, the higher-ups can't give some encouragement?

It is best to be able to give money directly, and what is most lacking now is money.

"The head of the weapon factory started to produce weapons after being instigated. These weapons are aimed at our own people, so as to create chaos. However, they were discovered unexpectedly, and key photos were taken. They must not be chased to the ends of the earth."

"Okay, let's stop here." The director pressed his temple with a headache, "Don't talk nonsense when you go back, be careful to cause trouble."

Naturally, Tang Jihai wouldn't talk nonsense, and it would cause people's hearts to fluctuate if he said it. If someone with a heart uses this to find fault, it will be more troublesome to deal with.

"Then there are no rewards for enthusiastic citizens?" Tang Jihai asked bluntly. The director looked helpless and pretended to be angry: "Isn't this what it should be? What rewards do you want?"

"We're not people who do good deeds and don't leave names. It's okay to register with your public security bureau, so you know I'm a patriotic young man." Since there was no reward, Tang Jihai stood up again and prepared to leave.

"Wait," the chief yelled.

Tang Jihai's patience was exhausted, his eyes turned cold, "What?"

The director didn't notice his cold eyes, took out a pennant from the drawer, said with a smile, "Nothing else, just a pennant."

The pennant is opened, and in the upper right corner is written a gift: Comrade Tang Jihai, and in the lower left corner is signed: Dongshan Provincial Public Security Bureau, and in the middle is written: Brave deeds for righteousness, zealous and patriotic.

Tang Jihai was stunned when he saw the content, a little bit surprised and bewildered, and a little excited, which made the director very pleased. Although his mouth was not forgiving, his heart was still good.

Little did he know that Tang Jihai's heart was calm.

He took the pennant and left, and left after exchanging pleasantries.

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, I collected the pennant and went directly to the train station to buy the latest ticket.

At this time, the population flow was very small, and there were very few people taking the train. The train wheels rubbed against the track, making a rumbling sound, and there were a few people on the platform giving off people.

The train started slowly.

Tang Jihai was sitting on the window seat, and suddenly saw a person on the platform outside the window chasing the train.

Looking again, it was none other than Tang Mengnan who was running. Tang Jihai clicked his tongue and turned his head away.

The chief of the provincial capital must have checked himself thoroughly, otherwise Tang Mengnan would not have chased him.

What would you say even if you chased me over to meet you?The original body is gone, and he, the later one, doesn't want to pay attention to these people.

The hero and heroine will definitely be admitted to the university in the provincial capital, and if nothing else, he will also be admitted to the university in the provincial capital, and it is inevitable that he will meet those people.

Otherwise, why not just leave the hero and heroine behind and go somewhere else by yourself?
Thinking of these problems, Tang Jihai, who was lying on the bed at this time, tossed and turned so depressed that he couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and ran up the mountain.

Autumn is getting stronger, and the temperature on the mountain is slightly lower than that on the mountain. Tang Jihai is lying on a big rock in a jacket.

He felt the power coming from the soil. Suddenly, the big rock under him slowly rose. It turned out that the rocks and soil under the rock were sprouting and growing taller like plants.

He sits on a rock and rises as the rock rises.

The rising stone didn't stop until the power in the body was exhausted. At this time, the height was about [-] meters high, and the field of vision was vast.

The moon in the sky is big and round, and it seems to be hazy with clouds and mist, making the night darker and dreamier.

The wilderness is heavy, only the outlines of the peaks and ridges can be seen, and the Taiping Village at the foot of the mountain is dark, and the stars in the sky are squinting, peeping at the world with a cold gleam.

In the quiet and silent night, Tang Jihai felt the tranquility that was not there in the last days.