White lotus cultivation system

Han Yi's previous residence has been guarded by his enemies and he can no longer go there. When Zhou Jing arranged a temporary residence for him, he did not expect that his boss would bring a "savior", but luckily the bedroom is not too small, and he can barely fit two bed.

The mercenary asked the bar owner for a leave of absence, and the owner readily agreed with an ambiguous laugh on the other end of the phone.With Han Yi's help, he packed some important things at home and packed them into a small bag—of course, he also quietly took away a few bags of broken-winged angels, and just moved the base.

Han Yi's injury has basically healed. Since he came back from the hospital, he has been busy, leaving early and returning late every day, or calling a group of brothers to his home for a meeting, and sometimes he didn't go back for several days in a row.

Uncle Bing also inevitably heard about their current situation.It seems that Han Yi used to work under a person named "Eldest Young Master", and he led a group of brothers in his hands to do some fighting and killing activities every day. He didn't want to but was suspected by this person, and once Han Yi placed an order. The black hand, but what the "elder young master" didn't expect was that when something happened to Han Yi, and Uncle Bing thought that he might be the one who rescued him, Han Yi's brothers didn't buy the "elder young master" at all. , defected one after another, looking for the missing Han Yi everywhere, intending to avenge him.

This is only one aspect.At the same time, the story of Han Yi was spread on the Tao. Everyone knew that he had been abandoned by the "eldest young master" and even faced him directly. There were quite a few people, so these people naturally joined the team chasing and killing Han Yi one after another.

For a while, this young man who had just turned 20 years old was besieged on all sides in the underworld in City A, and he was besieged by enemies from both sides.

Mr. Mercenary lay on the bed for a day and a half, trying to use his tenacious endurance to gradually adapt to the headache the system gave him, and finally he was able to get out of bed and walk around, unlike at the beginning, when he was so painful that he could limp on the ground and faint .

Even so, this kind of feeling is indeed as the system said, and it is not something ordinary people can bear.Even Mr. Mercenary sometimes couldn't help but wonder with a wry smile. If he had to endure this pain like a tarsus maggot for the next few years or even decades, or his whole life, he might collapse and couldn't stand it.

The system stopped urging him to go to the plot to do tasks this day. He tried to call the system, but after confirming that he had not changed his mind, the system would turn indifferent again, as if from the day they broke up. , the system has already made up its mind to obliterate him, and no more commands will be issued, just like——

Completely abandoning such a person, just waiting to see him die mockingly, without any intention of retaining him.

What is the purpose of such a system, where people are forced to play roles after they are selected?

After that, he took time to go to the school, but he didn't see the two familiar teenagers. He asked the teacher of the school, and the other party was vague about other things except handing him a letter of expulsion.The only means of contact is the mobile phone, but it has been unable to get through.

When he came to Zhao Jiayan's residence, the other party's father entertained him, and after telling him that the handsome boy had gone abroad to study, the man took him for dinner.During this period, the middle-aged man looked at him with complicated eyes from beginning to end, not hostile, but full of worry.

In the next half month, he started a life of three points and one line at Han Yi's house, hospital, and bar.

Fortunately, Han Yi was not at home all the time, so Mr. Mercenary was able to get through the days when his uncle followed him without any danger. When Chrysanthemum stopped crying, he even felt a kind of almost morbid relief.

The owner of the bar who didn't know the inside story was quite straightforward, thinking that the beautiful boy was already a weak and bully little sheep who had been kidnapped on a thief boat. The money was a drop in the bucket compared to the "female tickets" given by the man in the windbreaker that day. Of course, Uncle Bing would not refuse anyone who came, and before he had warmed up the money, he invested it all in the hospital.

Han Yi can't see him going out to work in nightclubs every night when he is sick, but the power grab on his side is going on, and every penny of funds has to be used wisely. It is really impossible to take everyone's money out, although the brothers may not Say something, but as a team leader, he can't do this kind of thing.

In the end, the young man could only hand over his meager savings of 2 yuan to the beautiful boy: "If it's not enough, I'll help you find a way... Don't go to the bar, you won't make enough money."

When Mr. Mercenary held the money that Han Yi handed over to him, he couldn't help being stunned, and then he accepted it with a smile. Looking at the young man with a cold face in front of him, but turning his head slightly away, his heart surged. There was a slight warmth.

Public and private are clearly distinguished, righteousness is thin, although this young man is in a state of desperation now, he does have a personality charm worthy of people's loyalty to follow, and he may really be a character in the future.

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Gu Shaofeng followed his uncle into the compound of the military area, and the heavy iron door closed behind them. They walked into the living room, where grandfather, father, mother, and second uncle sat there. Gu Yuming stepped on military boots and walked behind the old man of the Gu family. Standing still, looking at the nose and the heart.

"Kneel down!" The old man is not young, but his voice is still resounding.

Without hesitation, Gu Shaofeng knelt on his knees and made a muffled sound.

Mother Gu's shoulders trembled slightly.

The young man's reaction seemed to make the old man slightly discouraged, but this did not change his decision in the slightest: "Go to the family law." The old man waved his hand, and the second uncle of the Gu family brought a wooden stick one meter long and half the thickness of an adult man's arm with both hands. The stick, the surface of the wooden stick seems to be covered with a layer of wax, reflecting the light slightly.

Gu Shaofeng's lips were pursed into a line, but he didn't make any resistance or rebuttal.

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Zhao Jiayan got off the plane with a light trolley case, looked around, and walked towards a young man who looked like a college student.

He opened his mouth and said to the man in fluent English: "I kept you waiting, White."

When the young man named White saw the boy in front of him, he couldn't help showing surprise: "Zhao, I haven't seen you for a year, and I didn't recognize you."

A flash of nostalgia flashed in Zhao Jiayan's eyes, which immediately turned into sadness, and soon settled down and disappeared.

He pursed his lips in silence.

The young man didn't seem to notice his ecstasy, he enthusiastically took the handle in his hand, dragged the trolley case and led the way: "I knew you would come to the United States, the professor has been reading your views on molecular biology since the beginning. I can't forget you, nagging in my ear how suitable you are for studying medicine, it's like living for medicine."

"Professor, he is ridiculous." Zhao Jiayan said lightly.

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Zheng Wangming came out of the interrogation room, returned to the chair in the department, and rubbed his forehead wearily.

A young detective under his command brewed a cup of thick Pu'er tea for him and handed it to him, but he was also gently pushed away by this resolute-looking middle-aged man.

There were a dozen thick case materials spread out on the desk. He opened a file bag and took out a stack of photos. In the photos, each deceased was lying in a pool of blood in different postures. The only thing in common was that the location was in the Swan Park in the city center The time of death was between 47:[-] and [-]:[-], and they were shot dead. A total of [-] people died.

The forensic doctor removed the bullets from the body, except for a pistol bullet that was taken from a soaked body found in the car, the rest were from the same model of submachine gun, the Beretta M93R.

The identity of the deceased has not been confirmed, and it seems that he appeared in this city out of thin air. Is this a crossfire between two forces?What kind of organization is able to launch a fight of this scale?Who are they and what is the cause of the incident?

How many people were involved in this matter?The status quo of no progress in the past few days made the captain of the criminal police brigade, who had experienced the storm, frowned all day long. He didn't close his eyes for two days and nights, and he didn't have a good meal.

Although his no longer young body was faintly ringing the alarm bell to him, Zheng Wangming's spirit was extremely excited. He always clearly remembered the justice oath he made when he entered the gate of the police academy and put his fist next to his temple.

I must have missed something, and I must bring the culprit to justice.He told himself this, and picked up the document in front of him again and opened it.

Even if he is about to face dismissal, he also hopes to close this big case himself.

At this moment, the internal office line on the desk rang, and he raised the microphone: "Hello, Zheng Wangming, Criminal Police Brigade."

The serious voice of the city police chief came from the other end: "Come to my office."

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"Dong dong."

"Please come in."

Zheng Wangming opened the door and faced several unfamiliar faces. A man in a dark blue uniform was sitting quietly on the sofa with one leg crossed.

The captain of the criminal police brigade looked at the familiar uniform, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Director Wang, you are looking for me..."

"Let me introduce you, this is Interpol. He will follow up on your project in the days to come, and... this is not the usual kind, please—" the chief of public security said helplessly: " Be sure to cooperate with him in handling the case and investigation." The word cooperation is particularly strong.

At this time, the Interpol stood up with his hat off. Zheng Wangming hadn't noticed before, but only then did he realize that the slender man in front of him, who was respectfully treated by the chief of public security, was unexpectedly young.

This is a young man with an extremely handsome face.A pair of peach blossom eyes that should have appeared on the face of a stunning beauty did not bring the man the slightest sense of femininity and peace, but on the contrary made this man's temperament even reveal a trace of monster, adding a unique fatal charm to him .

What a handsome man.

I saw the other party showing him a dizzy enough smile and stretching out a slender white hand: "Hello, Captain Zheng, my name is Qin Feixie, please give me your advice."

"Qin...you are Qin Feixie?!" Zheng Wangming finally understood why the young Interpol in front of him was treated with great courtesy by the city's public security chief.

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Unexpectedly, Mr. Mercenary, who was about to bring about great changes in the world with his little butterfly fluttering its wings, received a call that day.

At that time, he and Han Yi were sitting opposite each other at the dining table and eating breakfast, happily enjoying the rare leisure time for the two of them (?). Leaving the dining table, there is only one room and one living room in the poor rented house. He walked a few steps but just stood not far from the dining table. Han Yi put down the bowl of hot soybean milk, picked up the remote control at hand, and turned the volume on the TV. When the sound was muted, an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone came into my ears clearly.

"...Well, I'll be there in a while." The beautiful boy agreed, cut off the phone, and went to the bedroom to change clothes.

"What's the matter?" asked the young man.

"Someone wants to buy the house." He said, "I'll go home."

Han Yi looked at the beautiful young man in front of him. Although the other party looked good now (Uncle Bing, you should really act like a baby), his clueless illness made him feel uneasy. It's not good, so he poured the remaining soy milk into his stomach in one gulp, stood up and said, "I'll go with you."