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Gao Xiu stood in front of the president's building, not far away, a figure in overalls was running towards this side twisting and turning, he wanted to laugh when he saw that cute pose, it was Jia Xibei.

"Brother Xiu!" Jia Xibei ran to him, lowered his head, panting.

Gao Xiu rubbed his head, and after rubbing it, he found a lump on the back of his head, which was soft and edematous: "Huh?"

Jia Xibei quickly avoided him: "It's okay..."

Gao Xiu held his neck and raised his chin. His face was originally fair, but now it was swollen like a little monster.

"Fuck, who did it?"

Jia Xibei pushed his hand and forced a smile: "It doesn't hurt, it will be fine in two days."

Smiling was uglier than crying, Gao Xiu held his face to look at the wound, the bridge of his nose was hit by a hard object, his chin and brow bone were hit by fists, and there were other scratches: "Where are your hands, show me look."

Jia Xibei shrank his arms and refused to give it to him.

Gao Xiu's eyes widened: "Hurry up, be obedient!"

Jia Xibei stretched out his small hand tremblingly, with ten white fingers, the knuckles were all broken, they should have been crushed by a shoe, Gao Xiu rushed up furiously: "Fucking bastard!"

Jassie shook his head.

"Don't say yes, don't say it, I won't care about you in the future!"

Jia Xibei was afraid, and hurriedly grabbed his arm, his big eyes were wet, and his lips moved uneasily.

"Tell me," Gao Xiu stroked his back for fear of scaring him, "I'll skin that kid!"

Jassie flinched.

"The whole Jialan Hall knows that you belong to me, if you dare to hit you, you will hit me!"

Jia Xibei bit his lip, he couldn't say that Yuan Zhen was Gao Xiu's best brother, and they came from Baicheng together with Brother Cen, and they couldn't mess up their relationship because of his "trash".

At this time, Cen Zhuo led a few younger brothers to carry the emergency capsule over, saw Jia Xibei's face, frowned, but didn't bother to ask, just beckoned him to go upstairs together to clean up Jin Shui's wound.

The rescue cabin is a biochemical cabin, the size of an adult male. It enters a low-temperature freezing state within five hours after it is activated, which can help various organs of the human body to sleep safely, inhibit bacteria, and protect the original wound surface. The effective period can reach 120 days. Open the cabin for surgery.

There was no woman in the Jialan Hall, so Cen Zhuo pushed Jia Xibei to undress and clear the wound for Jinshui.

Blood, oil, and rotten meat, Jia Xibei retched: "Brother, I won't..."

"You look like a careful person here," Cen Zhuo patted him on the shoulder, "It's up to you."

This is the first time Jia Xibei has been entrusted with an important task, although it is to save people, not to kill.

He quickly took off his dirty overalls, revealing his slender body like a little girl, soaked his hands in alcohol, took a deep breath, and began to treat the wound.

Cen Zhuo and Gao Xiu were discussing strategies to deal with No. 88 outside. There were footsteps on the stairs, and it was Yuan Zhen: "Brother Cen! The brother who went to investigate No. 88 is back..."

He had a strange expression, Cen Zhuo urged: "Say."

According to Gao Xiu's speculation, the attack on the Freedom Army has succeeded, and No. 88 should be building fortifications now, and what's more, it may be planning to take down the Garan Hall in one go.

"Ding Huanliang is gone!" Yuan Zhen said, she couldn't believe it, "Including all the main skeletons and the imperial guards, there are only some low-level younger brothers and old, weak, sick and disabled left in the character B!"

Both Cen Zhuo and Gao Xiu were stunned.

"Impossible!" Gao Xiu insisted on his speculation, "They got the Swallowing Knife, and it was the time when the spring breeze was in full swing. Besides, Shenyang is so big, where can they go?"

That's right, don't even want the old nest?Impossible...Suddenly, Cen Zhuo thought of something, and the two words Zhuo Yeliang mentioned came to mind: carrier, and Dalan Port.

"Where can they go after leaving Yizi?" Yuanzhen thought.

They will escort Tunshengdao to the boat of the dye society.

"I'm afraid they have other schemes and stab us in the back!" Gao Xiu worried.

Then, looking back, with the help of Ranshe, he uprooted Jialantang.

Cen Zhuo's eyes dimmed: "Yuan Zhen, immediately call Brother Nine to come over for a meeting." Yuan Zhen was ordered to leave, so he stopped him again and added, "There's one more, Zhu Yeliang."

When Yuan Zhen arrived at the dismantling workshop, Zhuyeliang was familiarizing himself with his grasshopper-green weapons and equipment. When Yuan Zhen said that he was going to have a meeting, he asked casually, "Has the person who snatched raw knives left Shenyang?"

Yuan Zhen was startled, how could this skeleton guess the movements of No. 88?But on the surface, he said calmly: "Hurry up, brother is waiting."

Zhuyeliang arrived at the conference room on the second floor, where a heated debate was in progress, Lu Jiusuo patted the table and said, "I disagree!"

"What if there is a carrier ship?" Cen Zhuo confronted him, "What if the dye house is really in Dalan Port!"

"I don't believe what a bunch of scrap metal says!"

"Ninth brother, you..."

Zhui Yeliang pushed the door open and entered, the conference room was silent for a moment, Lu Jiu stared over with the short scar between his brows frowning.

"What?" Zhuyeliang walked around the huge conference table and walked towards Cen Zhuo, "Do you want to go to Dalan Port?"

Cen Zhuo sighed: "Just now the main force of No. 88 left the city collectively."

"Da Lan is not kidding, it is a skeleton army."

As soon as these words came out, Gao Xiu, Yuan Zhen, and Lu Jiusuo all turned pale.

Cen Zhuo stared at Zhui Yeliang: "What are our chances of winning?"

Lu Jiusuo hastily persuaded him: "Xiao Zhuo, once we go to Dalan, we will completely become the enemy of the dyeing society!"

Zhuyeliang turned his head to look at him: "You have long been enemies of Ranshe."

Lu Jiu was dumbfounded.

Cen Zhuo nodded: "Since I snatched that truck..."

"No," Zhu Yeliang shook his head, "Start from Dyeshe looking for No. 88 to grab a raw knife."

All eyes were on him.

"No. 88 has the greatest influence in Shenyang, so the dyeing agency chose them to fight, but have you ever thought about what the dyeing agency will give them when the 88th gives the swallowing knife to the dyeing agency?"

Cen Zhuo widened his eyes.

Zhuyeliang asked and answered: "The control of Shenyang."

Cen Zhuo suddenly stood up from the sofa.

"So after the event is completed, the Free Army and the Garan Hall will disappear."

Lu Jiu sat down slumped.

"A big group like Dyeshe, how can there be only one life-swallowing knife in their eyes," Zhuyeliang chuckled, "At that time, the flag of Dyeshe will be planted on the 88th, and Shenyang will be the place where Dyeshe is located in Lianyun. The first stronghold outside the pass."

Unify Shenyang!

But not by Jialantang.

Lu Jiu's voice trembled: "Who the hell are you?"

Zhui Yeliang didn't answer: "You have no choice. If you don't go to Dalan, you'll just wait here to die. If you go to Dalan," he paused, "there is still hope for a comeback."

Cen Zhuo repeated the question: "What are the chances of winning?"

"That depends on who is coming to press the boat from the dyeing society," said the voice of the CPU in the night-by-night Liangyu cabin. I have a certainty of victory."

After being silent for a while, Yuan Zhen asked: "How likely is it that someone above the head of the Ranshe faction crushes the boat?"

Zhu Yeliang asked him back: "With the system of the dyeing society, the head of the branch is above the hall master. Do you think it is possible for the dyeing society to send a branch president based on your weight?"

Basically impossible.

That is a [-]% chance of winning, Cen Zhuo said: "Do it!"

Lu Jiu pinched his forehead in annoyance.

At the end of the meeting, the disassembly and assembly workshop immediately entered the state of preparation for battle. All the main skeletons, including Vajra Hand, Reincarnation Fire, and Black Dice, were equipped before the battle. Loading and even painting are all sprayed and polished as a whole, which is impressive.

Jia Xibei's hand was swollen, and the wound stepped on by Yuan Zhen was repeatedly stained with oil and dirty blood when Jin Shui was debridement, and the skin of the joints fell off a layer, so painful, but they were still being maintained by Reincarnation Fire.

Yuan Zhen looked at the monitoring data not far away, saw no one around, leaned towards him, and kicked his little butt.

Jia Xibei raised his head, saw that it was him, and shrank back in fear.

Yuan Zhen squatted down next to him: "Why didn't you complain to Gao Xiu?"

Jia Xibei dodged and did not speak.

Yuan Zhen looked at his hands: "Scared me, dare not say?"

"It's not because of you..." Jia Xibei denied in a low voice.

Yuan Zhen didn't hear clearly, so she stuck to him.

Jia Xibei plucked up his courage, thought he was righteous, but actually said aggrievedly: "I don't say it, it's for Brother Xiu, I don't want to embarrass him."

After speaking, he stood up with his slender waist twisted, and walked away with a big toolbox in his arms.

Yuan Zhen looked at the girl's back, her heart was on fire, she said she was angry, she was a little itchy, she said she was annoyed, she was still a little energetic, and she was not happy if she didn't land.

Across the two work areas, Zhu Yeliang waved the alloy knife. His equipment was too poor. He hoped that the people sent by the dyeing company would not be too difficult. Holding the knife handle, he walked out of the disassembly workshop.

Outside the door, Cen Zhuo stood there.

Zhui Yeliang bypassed him, took two steps, and stopped: "Come to look for me?"

"no."

Zhu Yeliang didn't think much, and continued to move forward.

"Hey," Cen Zhuo called to stop him, "Since we met, stay with me for a while."

"So you still came to see me?"

"You think too much, uncle."

"Oh, that's fine."

"Hey!" Cen Zhuo yelled at him, "I've been standing here for a long time, and I've seen you playing with that broken knife in there, come here!"

Zhui Yeliang followed him to the small garden behind the president's building, said it was a garden, it was covered by snow in winter, Cen Zhuo stood still in front of the bare grape trellis: "I'm a little worried."

"what?"

"you."

"I?"

"What you say will win."

Zhu Yeliang nodded: "If I were you, I wouldn't worry about it."

"Can't you say something to reassure me?" Cen Zhuo pointed to the dismantling workshop, "Those are all my brothers, some of them are not even 16 years old!"

"Bleeding is certain," Zhu Yeliang said without hesitation, "but I can guarantee that you will live."

Now that he has come to this point, Cen Zhuo pursed his lips: "Don't worry about me."

Zhui Yeliang tilted his head to look at him.

"My ninth brother, I want you to bring him back."

"Any more?"

"If possible, Gao Xiu and Yuan Zhen."

"Are you leaving a last word?"

Cen Zhuo took a deep breath: "I'm so fucking insane that I pinned Jialan Tang's hopes on you." He thumped the grass-green armor hard, "We haven't known each other for less than two weeks!"

Zhui Yeliang grabbed his wrist: "Too much pressure? Do you want to cry for your mother?"

"Cry fart, you're not a kid anymore."

"You are just a child with my uncle." Zhu Yeliang activated the heating system, and a gust of heat steamed from his chest, "There is no one around, I will lend you a shoulder to lean on, and I will grow up."

"Get out." Cen Zhuo turned around.

"Lv Jiusuo, Gao Xiu, Yuan Zhen, you have my words." Zhu Yeliang said.

"Fuck, why did you suddenly speak a foreign language?"

"That's what's said in the movies at times like this."

"I haven't seen a movie," Cen Zhuo lowered his head. "When I was five years old, the last movie theater in my house was blown up."

Zhu Yeliang thought for a while: "Perhaps there is one on the carrier ship of the dyeing club, and the cadres of those big clubs are very good at enjoying it."

"Don't be kidding."

"No kidding, I'll call it for you, what do you want to see?"

Cen Zhuo opened his eyes wide: "Really... can it be shot down?" A carrier ship?

It's a fantasy!

Zhuiyeliang pointed to the watch on his wrist: "10 minutes, you can make any wish, and I can help you realize anything."

"Damn it," Cen Zhuo laughed, unable to control it, "you can lie to little girls in this way."

"It works just as well to trick a young man."

Cen Zhuo didn't speak, but couldn't speak, his lips and chin trembled slightly.

That mouth is so beautiful, Zhu Yeliang thought to himself.

"Then bring everyone back and don't let Jialantang fall down."

"Okay," Zhu Yeliang held his hand, "Ding Dong, your wish has been recorded."

Cen Zhuo sucked his nose.

"Okay, what movie should we watch?"

Cen Zhuo pushed him: "You never finish."

Zhui Yeliang pointed at his watch: "There are still 3 minutes... 2 minutes..."

Cen Zhuo didn't know the name of the movie at all. In his vague memory, he remembered that his mother said one, and he was very embarrassed: "Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck?"

Zhuyeliang looked at him intently, and said softly, "Ding Dong."

Three days later, at ten o'clock in the evening, all the main forces of the Jialan Church and the remaining vital forces of the Free Army, a total of ten heavy-duty trucks, quietly drove out of the main hall of the Jialan Church to Shenyang City.

From Shenyang to Dalan, it took nearly six hours to travel by road. Fifteen skeletons and two hundred machine gunners planned to surround Dalan Port from three directions before sunrise the next day.

The lead car was driven by Yuan Zhen, Gao Xiu held a special gun to guard him, the road was pitch black, only the square inch of light from the headlights was bright.

"Hey," Yuan Zhen called Gao Xiu, "Your rear mirror is frosted."

Gao Xiu put down the car window, and the cold wind blew in, Yuan Zhen shivered and said, "Jia Xibei's injury was caused by me."

Gao Xiu glanced at him: "You are fucking full."

Yuan Zhen smiled: "I think so too."

"If you recruit him later, you and I will also beat him up."

"Do we have a future?" Yuan Zhen looked out of the window with dim eyes.

Gao Xiu raised the glass and didn't speak.

"Dye Society, Carrier, Skeleton Army, I didn't expect to come back alive."

Gao Xiu didn't want to talk about this, it was too heavy: "What's wrong with Jia Xibei, you have to make trouble with him?"

"He haunts you all day, you know what people say?"

Gao Xiu sneered: "I don't care what they say."

"You will take over from Brother Cen in the future, and I will not allow you to have any weaknesses."

"Okay, you," Gao Xiu poked his head, "you haven't become the head of the family yet, so why bother."

This time Yuanzhen asked him: "Why are you so nice to that kid?"

Gao Xiu held the barrel of the gun, tightened it and then loosened it: "He...is another me."

Yuan Zhen rolled her eyes: "Don't fucking talk about it."

"He's my weak side. When I'm scared or bleeding, I want to cry, but I have to bear it. I'm tired of being a tough guy in the hall, you know?"

Yuan Zhen moved her eyes from the windshield and looked at him.

Gao Xiu also looked at him: "I am very relaxed with him, he makes me the real me, simple and clean."

Yuan Zhen didn't say anything else, the world was very quiet, and so was her heart. Occasionally, the sound of pebbles being crushed by tires sounded like their fate.

Cen Zhuo and Lu Jiu were in the rear car, and Cen Zhuo held the steering wheel: "Brother Jiu, listen to Zhu Yeliang when we arrive in Dalan."

"Xiao Zhuo," Lu Jiusuo held the gun between his arms, loaded the bullet, and pointed out the window, "If, I mean if, I fell before you..."

"Impossible." Cen Zhuo shifted gears to speed up.

"That Zhu Yeliang, you trust him that much?"

"We're on the same page now."

"He just wants the 'eyes' of the skull crown, we're the ones going for it!"

He is right, Zhui Yeliang is unbelievable, that guy is a mystery, but his voice always appears in Cen Zhuo's mind, "Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck," and that mantra-like "Ding Dong" .

"Ding Dong." He said softly, with a smile unconsciously forming on the corner of his mouth.

Lu Jiu looked at him, so young, only 21 years old, so beautiful, like a tree with green branches and leaves, made him crazy and painful for him, if death really separated them, he hoped that the one who would go first , is myself.