District 9

Outside Yanbei District, at the gate of Yanhu Courtyard, more than a dozen military vehicles were parked. An old man in his sixties, wearing an unmarked military uniform, got out of the vehicle in high spirits.

The security officer led the six people closer.

"Don't have so many people at the door, stay far away." The old man said this and strode towards the other courtyard.

The convoy retreated under the order of the security officer, and only six people followed the old man into the hospital.

"Happy first time!"

"Happy first time!"

"...!"

The six soldiers on duty at the door all stood in a row and saluted in a standard manner.

The old man didn't squint and walked towards the main courtyard with a steady pace.

He is Gu Tai'an, the man with half a pot of dragon energy in the eighth district, the iron hat king with a heavy army, and Gu Yan's biological father.

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Ten minutes later, on the first floor of the villa.

Seven or eight school officials, followed by an old man in his seventies, walked down from the second floor.

"Gu Sling is so generous. More than 20,000 people are going to surround Yanbei." The old man glanced at Gu Tai'an and said with no expression on his face: "My nursing home is outside the district, so I have to say hello to you. Ah, what if a shell hits me and hits me?"

"Senior General Staff Officer, please don't bullshit me. Just give me a call and I'll be here, haha!" Gu Tai'an smiled heartily.

"I thought I couldn't help you." The old man came towards me, bent over and sat on the sofa: "Please, please sit down."

Gu Tai'an bent over and sat on the sofa opposite, intertwining his hands without speaking first.

"It's too ugly," the old man frowned and looked up at Gu Tai'an: "Enough is enough."

"I also want to stop it." Gu Tai'an immediately replied: "I have two demands: first, that my son be released, and the Police General Administration issue an apology statement to restore his innocence; second, that the eight people in the project department sit on the table , I want to fuck two people."

"Railway construction should be the responsibility of the government. You want two people to do it. What's going on?" the old man asked.

"To maintain stability in the planning area, it all depends on the troops. After the stability maintenance is completed, the troops will be kicked away. What's going on?" Gu Tai'an asked with a smile.

The old man was silent.

"I want to fight two people, not for myself. The party and government intend to support the police force and garrison brigades, so they refuse the military to sit on the table." Gu Tai'an said softly: "What I fight for is what all colleagues in uniform deserve. Benefit."

"The child's problem is easy to solve. There are two people sitting at a table of eight. This cannot be discussed. It is a matter of principle." The old man replied concisely.

Gu Tai'an was silent for three seconds, then stood up suddenly, picked up the phone on the sofa table, and said to the old man: "Old General Counselor, you said that the child's problem is easy to solve, then you call them and ask Xiaoyan to come back."

The old general staff member was stunned.

"Fight." Gu Tai'an stared at the other person and said word by word.

"You want to force me to talk?" the old man asked with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not forcing it, it's them who stabbed me with bayonets!" Gu Tai'an replied, holding the phone in his right hand: "That bastard Han family has hired a lot of media reporters and is planning to cooperate with the General Administration of Publicity tomorrow to use public opinion. Attacking me in the first war zone is too long, using illegal killing methods, and trying to get involved in railway construction, what can I do? I can't control the mouthpiece of public opinion, so I can only control the artillery shells."

The old man sighed, thought for a while and replied: "It's okay to let one person come to the table. I can go and talk."

"Let's not talk about how many people are at the table. You first call and ask the director of the Police General Bureau to personally send my son back." Gu Tai'an took the phone and said again.

The old man thought for a moment, reached out and grabbed the phone receiver in his hand, clasped it on the phone with a click, raised his head and replied: "Forcible reorganization in the World War II zone, you are unreasonable in the first place."

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Gu Tai'an saw the other party put the receiver on the phone, turned around and left.

"It's okay to scare people, don't ignore them." The old man shouted.

"No more talking."

Gu Taian didn't even look back, he just strode out the door.

The old man pondered for a long time, then sighed and said: "Call Xiaojiu and ask his two brigades to move as well and deploy in a zigzag formation with the garrison brigades."

"...Sou Z, what do you mean by saying that Lao Gu really wants to be beaten?" a school official asked.

"He is bluffing." The old man replied calmly: "Even if he really invades Yanbei, it is impossible for the Asian League and the United Government to recognize the mutiny regime, and the Seventh District will also provide support here. So if he wants to ascend the throne and sit in the palace, he should follow the procedures."

"I think so." The school officer nodded.

…

Outside Hucha, in a small public hospital on the edge of the large ranch area, Qin Yu was sitting on a bench covered in blood, motionless.

In the emergency room, both Erzhu and Chameng were being rescued, and the former was in a worrying condition.

When the RPG came, it immediately overturned the car and hit Zhu Yulin's head, instantly knocking him unconscious. Cha Meng, on the other hand, was hit in the back by two pieces of shrapnel while trying to protect Qin Yu, and was seriously injured.

Qin Yu's inner anger rose, but he had nowhere to vent. His energy in Area 8 was so weak that he was completely unable to find out who fired two RPGs at the ground from the helicopter.

There was a sound of footsteps, and the bald middle-aged Zhu Maoshan walked quickly with seven or eight people.

Qin Yu didn't know him and was indifferent.

"Brother." Zhu Maochen immediately stood up and greeted him.

"How is Xiaolin?!" Zhu Yulin's mother asked with a pale face.

"...No...not very good." The uncle shook his head: "The doctor said...the chance of survival is low."

Qin Yu's head buzzed when he heard this.

"ah!"

Zhu Yulin's mother collapsed instantly and burst into tears.

The corner of Zhu Maoshan's mouth twitched for a long time, and he put his trembling palms behind his back and asked, "Where are the two children who came back with Xiao Lin?"

"That's him." Zhu Maochen turned and pointed at Qin Yu.

"Uncle!" Qin Yu stood up covered in blood.

"Do you know who did it?" Zhu Maoshan asked.

"No...not sure." Qin Yu shook his head.

When Zhu Maoshan heard this, he turned around, pointed at his younger brother and said, "Let's find out who did it. I'll go to Yanbei immediately."

"Something happened to my son, why did you go to Yanbei?" Erzhu's mother asked as she collapsed on the ground.

"I'm not a fucking doctor. He should be dead, and I can't save him." Zhu Maoshan said very forcefully: "But I am his father, and I can make people pay for his life!"

After saying that, Zhu Maoshan turned around and shouted: "Call and enter the customs!"

"The situation in Yanbei is complicated, let's...?" The uncle wanted to give some advice.

"Needless to say, I've finished calling Gu Laoer." Zhu Maoshan didn't even take a look at the door of the emergency room. He gritted his teeth and said: "Enter the customs!!"

Zhu Maoshan has a nickname in the Hucha area, called the King of Grain.

His family's several major companies and ranches have a market share of over 50%.

He doesn't lack money or status, but he only has one son!

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