Guoyun: My system rests with the country

This is a lovely old man.

Lin Dong was in awe of Dickens immediately.

Able to endure loneliness, in half a century, I have never forgotten my responsibility and mission, just to respond to the call of the motherland.

He grabbed Dickens's hand and said, "This time we will go back to Xia Kingdom together, you have done enough."

Dickens looked at Lin Dong's handsome face and said with a smile, "Okay, it's a deal. If I can go back, I will definitely bury my bones in my hometown and never come to Citigroup again."

Afterwards, Dickens took Lin Dong to become familiar with this underground stronghold.

All kinds of materials, equipment, parts, as well as chemical reagents and instruments, are like introducing their own children, saying that they know Lin Dong.

Dickens has been lonely for too long. These things have been suppressed in his heart for a long time, in order to keep his identity and secrets.

He had no wife and no friends.

Just relying on firm belief, day after day quietly digging underground strongholds.

Collect, classify, and store all the materials that you think are useful or may be used.

When I got older, I had some neurological problems. I was tense and suspicious all day long, and was even called a crazy old man by others.

Fortunately, as long as he didn't break into Dickens' house, he wouldn't do anything to others.

Lin Dong's arrival made Dickens finally find a vent, like a floodgate filled with water.

He pulled Lin Dong to introduce the source of these things and the expected effect.

"Aha, this cutie was my drunken creation one Christmas night."

Dickens pointed to a half-person-high iron can, which was densely wrapped with steel balls and iron nail fragments.

He said triumphantly, "I named it Bob, and it's filled with..."

Dickens pinched his knuckles, as if he was converting the energy formula.

"... filled with explosives with the power of about 1 ton of NTN."

Lin Dong was dumbfounded, and instinctively wanted to stay away from this big killer.

"Mr. Dickens, where did you get these things?"

"Hey, as long as you have money."

"The easiest ones to buy are hair dyes and cleansers, which are sold in general supermarkets."

"Concentrated nitric acid, concentrated sulfuric acid, glycerin, you can turn to the chemical store"

As Dickens walked, he said, as if familiar:
"A bottle of glycerin is 18 yuan, and a bottle of nitric acid is 20 yuan. Both are 500ml. If you buy more, you can get a discount."

Lin Dong swallowed his saliva, and quickly followed Dickens' pace. He didn't want to trigger something extraordinary out of curiosity.

"Mr. Dickens, what are your sources of income?"

"It must have cost a lot of money to buy these things, right?"

Dickens turned his head and said:
"Didn't you see the plaster sculpture on the first floor?"

"Are you still a sculptor?"

"Of course, I have a bachelor's degree in engraving."

Having said that, Dickens leaned over to Lin Dong and whispered:
"I'll tell you a secret, actually I don't like sculpture, I only practice sculpture for the purpose of exercising the coordination and flexibility of my fingers."

"My little cuties don't have a very good temper. If they didn't have a pair of dexterous hands, they would have led me to God."

"And, you know, without a decent job, a widowed old man with a weird temper is always easy to provoke hyenas from the Intelligence Bureau."

Lin Dong completed the task of the emergence of power and gained a hundred times the power. Because he couldn't hold back the power, he crushed his phone.

Hearing Dickens say that practicing sculpture can exercise the flexibility and coordination of hands, he immediately asked: "Mr. Dickens, can I learn sculpture from you?"

Dickens looked Lin Dong up and down, and said, "Of course, of course, not only learning sculpture, but I will give you everything below, including how to make cuties."

Lin Dong said anxiously, "But I just want to learn sculpture."

Dickens waved his hand and interrupted Lin Dong.

"I'm old, I have dedicated everything to Xia Guo, and I have waited 50 years to meet you. I don't know when the next time I will see our people again."

"I don't ask you to inherit my mission, but this knowledge and experience are the fruits of my accumulation over the years."

"They are like my children, I can't bear to take them to the grave."

"Forget me asking you to do me this favor. You can learn as much as you can. When you have a chance to find a suitable person in the future, teach him."

Looking at Dickens's wrinkled forehead and thin and gray hair, this old man dedicated his life to Xia Guo.

Lin Dong couldn't bear to refuse, so he nodded in agreement.

Therefore, Lin Dong followed Dickens during the day and learned plaster carving in the house at No. 243 Robindale Road.

In the evening, you will enter the underground secret room to learn gun operation, explosive synthesis, circuit board programming and wiretapping, and other related skills that are definitely not harmonious and beautiful.

Lin Dong's genius-level learning talent showed strength again, and his ability to learn and comprehend was so strong that Dickens called it a miracle.

Teaching knowledge is not just a one-way transmission, but a two-way interaction.

There is no doubt that Lin Dong is a student that all teachers are willing to teach.

All knowledge points can be understood at one point, understood at one point, mastered at one point, and can draw inferences from one instance, and even have a photographic memory, with an amazing memory.

In order to teach Lin Dong well, Dickens seemed to have a second spring and was full of energy every day.

Not long after, people around the community knew that the old Dickens had accepted an apprentice, and they lamented that it was an eye-opener for this grumpy old man to finally have a companion.

During this period, Lin Dong used the Internet to search for news about the arrest of Wantong.

However, no one reported on the news media in the entire territory of Citigroup.

It's as if the helicopter explosion on Interstate 15, the high-rise speeding in downtown Vegas, and so on didn't exist.

Apparently someone blocked the relevant news.

On the surface, Citigroup appears to be calm, but in fact it is undercurrents.

In the pursuit of the previous few days, the Intelligence Bureau, together with the CIB, and the Citigroup Army Command, made great efforts to hunt down the damn car.

But this car and the driver of this car are obviously monsters.

He ran wildly against the rain of bullets, bombarded with vehicle-mounted missiles and tanks, and finally jumped off the Colorado River embankment outside Vegas.

In Hodgson's words: "Even the spy movie 007 in the United States would not dare to shoot like this!"

But the other party did just that!

And that's not the most maddening thing.

The most outrageous thing is that when the car rushed into the water from the embankment of the river, many people ran downstream to intercept it.

Unexpectedly, this guy was so courageous that he actually came ashore from Lake Mead, the source of drinking water in the city of Vegas, in the rich area on the other side.

After making a big circle, he ran behind the crowd.

Seven soldiers were killed with guns, and another tank was successfully destroyed with a Mostov cocktail made from a gasoline bottle.

When Hodgson came back with his men, there was no sign of him running away.

Looking at the miserable camp, Hodgson shouted in despair:

"Call me the satellite and keep an eye on him!"

"Give me all the strength along the way."

"I want to see that guy as soon as possible."

"Life or death!"