special mercenary

When Song Feng returned to Beijing, it was already dark. He simply took a shower, changed into casual clothes, leaned against the wall, and finally couldn't hold it anymore. There were three people who worked as mercenaries in the United States with him. Going down to find him, his name is Wei Xiaoyan, and there are two other people waiting on the helicopter, all three of them are human beings, there is no way we can hide this matter, let alone he didn't want to hide it.

Seeing that he wasn't moving, Wei Xiaoyan hurried over to him, touched his hand, and found that he had a fever.

Song Feng patted his hand off and walked out slowly. This is a temporary guest house, and the people in charge of arranging them are all from Guoan. Knowing that they will have to go to play after they come back, they have already prepared the car. Song Feng opened the co-pilot's The door nestled against the seat, exhaled slowly, and stopped moving.

The three of them got into the car, drove directly to a hospital, asked for a high-end suite, and then nestled on the sofa in the living room playing games, and didn't look up until the doctor came out of the bedroom.

The doctor briefly explained his condition and precautions, and the three of them listened carefully, thanked him, and sent him out of the ward. One of them asked, "You think the boss won't suffer any blows?"

Wei Xiaoyan shook his head: "What do you think can hurt him after that incident? Oh, unless something happened to his family, but I heard that the Song family is not easy to mess with."

"That's true." The other two agreed, and played the game for a while, they couldn't sit still anymore, they threw Song Feng into Wei Xiaoyan's care without any politeness, and went to enjoy life happily.

Song Feng fell into a coma all night, and felt much better the next day. This is an advanced ward, and there are special nurses to take care of it. On the soft big bed, flirting with her occasionally, life is very comfortable.

A few days later, his injury has almost recovered, and he was thinking about whether to further develop with the little nurse, and he went to bed like a god, but that day, she inadvertently smiled and praised, "Your boyfriend is really good at taking care of people" He was hit, and he was lying on the bed to death. He suffered this kind of injury, which was equivalent to labeling himself as gay, and he couldn't turn over.

This knowledge made him feel depressed all morning. When Wei Xiaoyan came to see him at noon, the little nurse just finished changing the drip and greeted with a smile: "Here you are."

"Ah."

"He's almost ready to be discharged from the hospital, you should pay attention in the future."

Wei Xiaoyan nodded, watched her go out, and then turned his gaze back: "Boss... Damn!" He hurriedly avoided the vase thrown over, and met someone's gloomy gaze, "Is there something to say..."

"My girl is gone, what else can I say!"

Wei Xiaoyan shivered and put the chicken soup in his hand on the bedside table, and changed the topic in a timely manner: "The minister is about to get angry, saying that we have finished the task and no one is seen, should you submit the report?"

"That's right," Song Feng thought of the business, calmed down, and smiled at him, "Come here, do something for me."

Xiao Mingxuan struggled for a few days, and finally decided to make his conscience easier and drive to Guoan.

He is not a member of Guoan, but he has been in the circle of princelings in the Forty-Nine City for a long time, and he has a so-called arrogance about him. He looks like he is doing big things. Entering the army directly, he has a certain foundation in both skill and marksmanship, so he was transferred here, and after a year of training, he started his career as a drug lord.

He has been floating outside for nearly two years, and has dealt with Wang Yizhong several times. He is the head of the intelligence department of the National Security Bureau. He is over forty years old. He has an honest face and is easy-going. How can a person be underestimated given his current status.He had already talked to Wang Yizhong on the phone on the way, so he was not stopped downstairs, and soon reached his office and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

He pushed the door open and greeted with a smile: "Minister Wang."

Wang Yizhong looked up and smiled: "Sit."

Xiao Mingxuan sat on the sofa, Wang Yizhong ordered someone to serve tea, and sat down opposite him: "How did you rest these two days?"

"pretty good."

"Well, it's hard to have a vacation, and have a good time for a few days," Wang Yizhong asked with a smile, "Are you busy today?"

Xiao Mingxuan was slightly surprised. He thought that if he didn't explain his purpose first, this person would be able to keep courteous with him. He pondered for a moment, then smiled understandingly. His identity as a drug lord was not revealed during the mission, so maybe he can use it in the future. So this person simply sells favors to him first.

"It's nothing serious, I just want to ask if there are any of you in the team of mercenaries sent this time?"

Wang Yizhong didn't answer immediately, he was a little uncertain about his purpose.

Xiao Mingxuan knew it was a secret, so he couldn't tell him casually, so he said, "I just want to know how that person is doing now, after all, I caused his injury."

"So it's because of this matter, just call directly."

"I happened to be doing some business nearby, so I stopped by." Xiao Mingxuan explained with a smile. He naturally knew whether to come here on purpose, but after thinking about it, he decided to talk face-to-face, so that the other party's expression could be fully seen. If this person He doesn't shy away from it, he still wants to ask more, and make up if he can.

He has been a drug lord for nearly two years. He has done murder and arson, and his heart has hardened. If the person was shot to protect him, he might not feel too much, but it is this kind of injury. He didn't want to care, but there seemed to be a tiny thorn growing in his heart, and he felt awkward, so he had to come.

Wang Yizhong drank tea with a smile, and his heart was on fire. He only knew that the team went out that night after they came back. They always did this, so he didn't care. Well, if he didn't take the initiative to call, they probably would have forgotten him. One of their ancestors is still missing, and they don't know where he went.

He asked the people in the guest house, and he heard that they were just scratched and there was nothing serious, but if it was a scratch, why did the young master ask this question?What about the phrase "I caused it"?

When he was surprised, the phone on the desk rang suddenly. He smiled apologetically, and got up to answer the phone: "Hey...you still know to come back? Yes, I'm in the office now, you want to come? Wait, are you Already here? Hello? Hello!"

He put the microphone back to its original position and looked at Xiao Mingxuan: "Actually, I don't know his specific situation either. How about this? I'll call and ask later, and then I'll tell you right away."

Xiao Mingxuan knew that his job was special and not something he could get in touch with, so he stood up and said goodbye tactfully, judging by this person's attitude, he couldn't ask anything else, so he smiled and nodded: "That's troublesome."

"It's okay." Wang Yizhong sent him off with a smile, and quickly walked to the door, but the door opened first with a click, and someone rushed over, knocking Wang Yizhong back a step, grabbing his collar with both hands, and said sadly: "Organize me..." He soon realized that someone was present, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Xiao Mingxuan looked at his back and was shocked for a moment: "You..."

Song Feng just turned his head: "Huh?"

Xiao Mingxuan suddenly froze: "Second Young Master Song?" He is also a princeling, and this person is much more low-key. It is said that he has been abroad all year round. Now some young upstarts in Forty-Nine City probably don't know him, but as long as they do, no one will know him. Dare to ignore, after all, the identity is there.

Song Feng was startled, and smiled: "Isn't this Young Master Xiao, what a coincidence."

Xiao Mingxuan nodded stiffly.

"I have something to do with Minister Wang." Song Feng smoothed someone's collar with a smile. Close the door."

Xiao Mingxuan went out silently, and the moment he closed the door, he looked at his back again, and his scalp felt numb.The human ear can distinguish various sounds, just like listening to the sound, you can know that this is a parent and that is a classmate. It takes a long time to get used to it, but he has received special training and can remember a person through changes in tone and intonation. He didn't learn the subject very well, but he had been separated from that person for a few days, and he hadn't completely forgotten his voice. Song Feng was too similar to that person in both voice and figure, and he happened to appear in Guoan... He took a breath , Could it be the second young master of the Song family who he went to? !

Song Feng had also been trained naturally, even better than Xiao Mingxuan, but Xiao Mingxuan only said four words in total, not to mention changing his face, plus his attention was not on him, so he automatically ignored it.

Wang Yizhong walked to the two-meter-long circular desk and sat down: "Tell me, why did you come here now, and what did you do a few days ago?"

Song Feng immediately changed his expression: "Organization, my heart has been severely traumatized..."

Wang Yizhong was angry: "Don't climb on the table, you sit back for me, yes, sit down, have you finished the report?"

Song Feng was wearing slacks with pockets all over them. He casually fished out a few pieces of paper and handed them over.Wang Yizhong read it quickly, never expecting it to be like this: "You..."

"The physical injury is healed, but the mental blow has not recovered," Song Feng said, and began to dig out things again, "Here, here are my medical expenses, the money they spent on taking care of me, and my mental damage expenses. , report it."

"I'm not financial."

"I know, but you are the minister, you should take these things, I'm afraid I will be kicked out by the financial people."

"..."

"Don't be so resistant," Song Feng pushed forward a lot of lists, "You always teach us to face the reality with strength, and you have to lead by example and organize."

Wang Yizhong flipped through the pages: "You live in a suite?"

"I suffered that kind of injury, do you have the heart to let me go to the ordinary ward in public?"

"You can live in a single room, what kind of suite, and this money. This is their consumption for eating, drinking and having fun in a few days, right? What are you doing with it? And this, a condom also needs to be reported?" Such a strange thing, he felt that if they continue to be a disaster, he would lose ten years of life. He patiently turned to the last sheet, and the long string of zeros on it became the last straw that overwhelmed him. He directly tore it up, "Mental damage fee? Why don't you dream?"

Song Feng was serious: "You can't imagine how hard I was hit, I'm a virgin."

"Do you believe this yourself?"

"I mean the back."

"...Pull it down," Wang Yizhong said, "If you really cared about this, you wouldn't have fully explained it in the report."

Song Feng asked innocently: "Do you mean that if there is something you don't want to say in the future, you don't have to tell me?"

"..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Song Feng took out a new list, one zero less than before.The corner of Wang Yizhong's eyes twitched, and he tore it up again. His heart was churning. Fortunately, this ancestor didn't know that the drug lord was disguised by the young master of the Xiao family. Is Song Feng out?

If recognized, what is that person going to do?