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The reincarnation fire continued to release high-temperature flames, and the private soldiers were burning blazingly, constantly shrinking the encirclement forward, and a wall of fire quickly formed around the four of them.

"This can't work!" Gao Xiu shouted at Cen Zhuo, "Boss, find a way to withdraw!"

"There is no way to retreat!" Yuan Zhen rushed forward, trying to open a passage with Lie Yan (raging flames), but failed due to the large number of private soldiers.

"The only option is to jump into the sea." Lu Jiusuo got off Gao Xiu's back and tried to stretch his hips.

Cen Zhuo shook his head, they had just seen the attack of the private soldiers towards the sea when chasing Zhu Yeliang, even if they went to the sea or went ashore, these machines would still pursue them.

Cen Zhuo's eyelids twitched: "Where's Zhu Yeliang?"

Pushed into a desperate situation by private soldiers and tired of coping, no one paid attention to the skeleton, "Fuck, he won't run away?" Gao Xiu jumped to Yuan Zhen's side and released the neutron field to the huge private army.

Lu Jiu asked a key question: "Did he get the 'eyes'?"

If he gets it, there is really no need for him to stay.

"No..." He promised to take everyone back, so that the flag of Jialantang will not fall down!

"Alright, leave him alone, jump into the sea first, it's much better to fight ashore than here!" Lu Jiusuo looked down the side of the boat, looking for a suitable entry point.

"No!" Cen Zhuo believed in Zhu Yeliang, believed him to lie to a child and said "Ding Dong", "Let's go, what if that guy is on the boat!"

"Boss, he ran away a long time ago, why hasn't he appeared for so long!" Under the cover of Reincarnation Fire, Gao Xiu also ran to the side of the boat.

Cen Zhuo didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe that ding dong, that bowl of noodles, that warm chest.

"Xiao Zhuo, come here!" Lu Jiusuo stretched out his hand towards him, "I'll call one, two, three!"

Cen Zhuo remained motionless, staring at the tall carrier over the firewall.

"one!"

Lu Jiusuo turned around and grabbed his hand.

"two!"

Yuan Zhen closed the fire gate, turned around and ran towards the side of the ship.

"three……"

All of a sudden, all the skeletons of the soldiers stopped moving. Those who walked, drew their guns, and turned the barrel, seemed to have been pressed the still button, and all lost their mobility.

Lu Jiu stared at the surreal scene in front of him, unbelievable.

"Zhu Yeliang..." Cen Zhuo whispered, "It must be Zhu Yeliang!" He shouted towards the cabin: "Old Zhu! Fuck you bastard, where are you!"

Lu Jiu thought that no one would answer, but a window of the main cabin on the second floor was pushed open, and a grasshopper green head poked out: "Cen Zhuo, come up!"

Without a second of hesitation, Cen Zhuo jumped onto the ship's side and rushed over from the place where the fire was less intense.

Everyone hurriedly followed, and there was really no private attack along the way. Entering the interior of the Jiguo Tianwang from the hatch on the south deck is a completely different scene from outside the cabin.

The soft red carpet, the wallpaper with cherry patterns, the small wall lamp in the shape of flowers, at the end of the corridor, Zhu Yeliang posed in a very coquettish posture, and snapped his fingers at Cen Zhuo: "Please check your wish. "

There was a projection room there, the screen was on, showing old black and white pictures, Cen Zhuo was a little nervous, and it took him a while to get used to the strange darkness.

"I didn't find Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck, only this," Zhu Yeliang pointed to the animated words on the screen, Disney, Silly Symphony, 1929, "This movie is older than all of us combined."

Cen Zhuo's eyes suddenly became hot, and he put his fist against his lips. Lu Jiusuo looked at him, saw Zhu Yeliang walking towards him, tilted his head and let out a chuckle: "Crying?"

"roll!"

Vajrapani inserted between the two of them: "How did you stop the private skeleton?"

Zhuyeliang raised his head from Cen Zhuo. He had already replaced the optical mirror of the skull crown. Lu Jiu was surprised that the pair of "eyes" fit him very well. The size, shape, and even the position where the sideline was stuck seemed to be Made just for him.

"I found the controller," Zhu Yeliang pointed to the door, where a square box like a suitcase stood, "it's in the operating room downstairs."

Lu Jiu didn't believe him. There were too many mysteries in him, too many inexplicable powers, and extraordinary charm.

"Old Zhu," Cen Zhuo's voice behind him trembled slightly, "This boat... is really mine?"

Vajrapani turned around abruptly, Yuan Zhen and Gao Xiu were also taken aback.

"Of course," Zhu Yeliang said flatly, "We won."

Defeating the dye society, defeating the skeleton army, defeating the enemy of the entire carrier ship, this is just like a... dream, and Zhuyeliang is his dream maker.

"Cao we have a carrier!" Gao Xiu exclaimed.

"There are still those skeleton troops." Yuan Zhen pointed at the controller.

Lu Jiu frowned: "But Shenyang doesn't have an outlet to the sea..."

Take Dalan!In an instant, this crazy idea rushed into his mind, Cen Zhuo looked at everyone, he was sure that everyone present thought so.

Only Zhuyeliang, what kind of carrier ship and Dalan Port, are just a speck of dust in his eyes: "If I were you, I would let this ship go back to the dye society."

"What!" Gao Xiu stomped his feet, "You are crazy!"

Cen Zhuo raised his hand.

Zhuyeliang continued: "This ship can set a sailing route, go south from Dalan to the sea, go upstream at the mouth of the Changjiang River, and go west to Jianghan."

Jianghan is the seat of the headquarter of Dyeshe.

Everyone is still at a loss.

"The dye society watched the ship approaching them continuously on the positioning screen, and they would think we were on the ship, but at this time, we had already traveled by land and reached wherever we wanted to go."

Cen Zhuo suddenly realized that they had overlooked one point just now, which was the revenge of the dyeing society, the flower vine hook and the skull crown ran away, and the troubles of Jialantang had just begun.

"Just do as you said," he said decisively, "Yuan Zhen, you are in charge of controlling the skeleton army, Gao Xiu, recovering the Swallowing Knife, and assisting Brother Nine to deal with the aftermath. Reorganize the team, and we will return to Shenyang tonight!"

"yes, Sir!"

Everyone split up and quickly cleaned the battlefield. Yuan Zhen led people to count the skeletons of the private soldiers. Except for those seriously damaged and unable to take them away, there were 235 left. They formed three square teams and followed behind the convoy.

On the return trip, Lu Jiusuo was driving, Cen Zhuo lowered the window, and the sea breeze blew in. Under the purple haze, the Chiguo Tianwang was slowly heading towards the horizon with its warm yellow lights on.

Before dawn on the second day, large troops marched into Shenyang City, C word, one or two kilometers away from the urban area. The common people heard the sound of marching in order. When the phalanx appeared, it was silent at first, and then burst into cheers.

At the gate of Jialan Hall, the little brothers left behind gathered together, the motorcade entered the courtyard, and the personnel got off, Jia Xibei was the first to rush up and threw himself into Gao Xiu's arms, Yuan Zhen rolled her eyes and walked past them.

Cen Zhuo and Zhuo Yeliang broke up in front of the dismantling workshop, Cen Zhuo grabbed him: "Will you sit with me for a while?"

Zhui Yeliang grabbed his wrist with his backhand and shook it: "No."

He goes into the workshop.

"Hey," Cen Zhuo still called him, "where are you going next?"

Zhui Yeliang turned around, looked at him with those handsome new "eyes", tilted his shoulders, and leaned against the door panel: "Don't you want me?"

Cen Zhuo blushed: "Get out of here!"

Zhu Yeliang watched him walk away angrily, the metal outline of his face moved, like a smile.

Cen Zhuo went back to the chairman's building and went up to the third floor. He didn't enter the bedroom, but walked into the guest room diagonally opposite. There was a rescue capsule with golden water on the double bed, and the green status light was on, blinking.

He leaned over and saw that there was a layer of frost on the originally transparent glass cover, it was foggy inside, and there was a cloud of white gas that he didn't know what it was, "Come here!" He shouted, "Call me that sissy." !"

Jia Xibei arrived soon, his little face was flushed, and it seemed that Gao Xiu had been fooled by the heroic story of that kid, he was holding his overalls nervously with both hands, and stood straight.

"What's going on here?" No matter how bad-tempered Cen Zhuo was, his voice became quieter when facing him.

Jia Xibei looked up, like a rabbit out of its nest: "I, I'll take a closer look."

Cen Zhuo nodded, and Jia Xibei took small steps, a little guilty: "Oh, it's okay." He pressed a few buttons on the panel of the cabin, and the fog went down quickly, and the frost on the glass cover gradually melted away. Revealing Jinshui's face.

She fell asleep peacefully, showing no pain.

Cen Zhuo felt relieved: "You took good care of her."

Jia Xibei has never been praised by his elder brother, and he showed a flattered expression: "I... I will work harder in the future."

The voice was also soft, like a little girl, "Pack up your things and move in," Cen Zhuo ordered, "Follow me from now on."

Jassie's eyes widened, and his heels were on tiptoe.

"Don't want to?"

"Yes!" Jia Xibei was anxious, and twisted his waist forward.

Cen Zhuo frowned: "The first job is to inform Brother Jiu, Gao Xiu, Yuan Zhen, and Zhu Yeliang to have a meeting on the second floor after lunch."

"Okay!" Jia Xibei was very happy, blushing, and walked out step by step.

All the people who took part in the operation had a good night's sleep in the morning. They had a decent lunch with a bone soup. After the meal, the senior cadres who were named went to the conference room on the second floor one after another. Cen Zhuo was already waiting in the boss chair.

"Dyeshe will know about Dalan soon," he said with a serious expression, "What shall we do next?"

Lu Jiusuo spoke first: "You can go back to Baicheng."

Jialantang started in Baicheng.

"We have been operating in Baicheng for four years. We did not damage any facilities when we left, and there is no powerful association there. I will take the lead and guarantee full control within 24 hours!"

Cen Zhuo didn't speak.

"The characters A and B are all gone, so let's go like this," Gao Xiu said, "It's a pity..."

"To be honest," Yuan Zhen also said, "Baicheng is too small, and there is no quantum power station, so it can't support so many private soldiers."

Cen Zhuo looked at Zhu Yeliang.

Lu Jiusuo's heart seemed to be clenched by a big hand, numb with pain: "Xiao Zhuo, let's go back to Baicheng!"

Zhu Yeliang asked: "When you go back to Baicheng, the dyeing company won't come?"

"Shut up!" Lu Jiusuo thumped the table heavily.

The conference room was silent for a moment, Cen Zhuo turned his wrist, and said with some difficulty: "Everyone, I want to enter Lianyun Pass."

what?

This idea was indeed beyond everyone's expectations, and Lu Jiusuo's face turned pale: "Lianyun Pass is full of halls of the Dye Society, Xiao Zhuo..."

"Jin Shui's injury cannot be healed outside the pass."

Regarding the peril of Cen Zhuo and Jia Lantang, Lu Jiu couldn't care less: "Then let her die! Are there still few people who died together in the club fire these years?"

Cen Zhuo shook his head: "Zhu Yeliang is right. You can't escape the edge of the Ranshe if you run away. They already have the intention to leave the customs. Shenyang is still Baicheng, it's just a matter of time."

Lu Jiusuo didn't understand: "Then what to do, this hornet's nest has already been stabbed, with our small Jialan hall, how can we confront the dyeing society head-on?"

"Yes," Cen Zhuo glanced at the crowd, his eyes sparkling, "I just want to compete with the dyeing society."

These words stunned everyone, sticking to Shenyang is already the limit of courage, entering the customs and challenging the dyeing society is something they dare not even think about.

"Cen Zhuo," Zhu Yeliang said, "the dyeing society is the largest group today. There are four branches in the southeast, northwest, and each branch has more than ten halls. There are also groups under the hall. He Feifan of Dalan is just Do you know what it means for a group leader under Beifutang to contend against the dyeing society?"

"I only know that if I don't kill the Ranshe, the Ranshe will let me die." Cen Zhuo looked at him with something fierce in his eyes, "Rather than being killed at home, it's better to go out with a long gun, and it will be broken." In their henchmen!"

In a word, it scratched everyone's blood.

Gao Xiu and Yuan Zhen looked at each other, feeling a bit of the urge to "make a quick move and live up to the boy's head".

"Jiguo Tianwang is approaching Jianghan by sea, and we will enter the customs by land. No matter which one, it can temporarily attract the attention of the dyeing society and let them delay the time to attack Shenyang," Cen Zhuo held the bag that Lu Jiu placed on the table. "Brother Nine, I want you to stay here and take care of this family business for me."

"Xiao Zhuo..."

"If..." Cen Zhuo lowered his eyes, "I die in Guanli and the leader is gone, the Dying Society shouldn't be able to kill Shenyang."

Lu Jiusuo grabbed him with his backhand until his fingertips were blue: "If you must enter the customs, I agree..." He pursed his lips and paused every word, "But I must go with you."

Cen Zhuo shook his head lightly: "No, Brother Nine, I don't worry about handing over Shenyang to someone else."

He smiled, how gentle and gentle.

Lu Jiusuo held back tears, his eyes and nose turned red.

"Then it's settled," Cen Zhuo ordered, "Yuan Zhen, Gao Xiu, you are going to enter the customs with me, and that Jia Xibei, let him be in charge of Jinshui's rescue cabin, and..."

He looked at Zhui Yeliang.

Everyone looked at Zhui Yeliang.

Zhuyeliang pulled the alloy knife out from behind, threw it on the table, only cut dozens of private soldiers, and then curled the blade: "This knife collapsed badly, I'll go to the pass to find a handy one."

Cen Zhuo didn't say much, just said two words: "The meeting is over."

Lu Jiu was the last one to go with all the back injuries. He hugged Cen Zhuo gently at the door, and said reluctantly, "If time could be turned back, I would definitely not grab that cart for you that night."

In this life, it may be the last time to call him "Ninth Brother", Cen Zhuo hugged him back, sighing: "Don't think about me, Ninth Brother."

Volume 2 Beifu