The strongest soldier

Luo Zheng and Lan Xue sat in the cafe for about an hour. Lan Xue called her grandfather and put aside the matter of sending checks to Song Tao during the peace talks. Mr. Li told them to just accept it without any psychological pressure. Luo Zheng was completely relieved. The two left, went to the bank to exchange money, deposited all the money into Luo Zheng's bank card, and took a taxi to look at the house together.

Two hours later, the two chose a house and bought it jointly. There was still some money left for future renovations. With his own house, Luo Zheng felt much more at ease. After separating from Lan Xue, he took a ride by himself. Returning home, it was just in time for dinner. It was a rare time for the family to get together and have a great time.

In the evening, Luo Zheng called his little sister to the bedroom and asked about some family matters and the business that his little sister was working on. Because there was not much money and the turnover was slow, the development was not fast, but he could still make some money. Luo Zheng So I transferred one million to my little sister, asking her to expand her business and buy a car for transportation.

The next morning, Luo Zheng received a call from Lan Xue and Song Yun woke up. Out of politeness, they made an appointment to come to the hospital. Song Yun seemed to be in good condition and chatted for a few words. Luo Zheng could see that Song Yun had become , without the arrogance of the past, a little more mature, the atmosphere between the three of them was quite harmonious.

After sitting for more than ten minutes, Luo Zheng and Lan Xue left, came to the parking lot and got into Lan Xue's car. As the car drove down the main road, Lan Xue suddenly said, "My grandpa wants to meet you."

"Okay." Luo Zheng responded, vaguely feeling that another mission was coming, but he didn't ask any more questions.

The two chatted all the way, and the car unknowingly arrived at the military restricted area and stopped at the entrance of the courtyard. After getting off the car, the two walked into the hall and saw an old man closing his eyes to rest, with Peking Opera playing on the Walkman next to him, and on the coffee table in front of him. There were tea sets that had been rinsed. It was Mr. Li, the general manager of Guo Ren.

"Grandpa, we are here." Lan Xue stepped forward, rubbed Mr. Li's shoulders obediently, and shouted sweetly. In front of outsiders, Lan Xue always looked cold, but when talking to Mr. Li and Luo Zheng When alone, he will always reveal his truest side without any disguise.

"Here, let's make tea for grandpa. I haven't had the tea you made for a long time." Mr. Li slowly opened his eyes and said, looking at Luo Zheng, smiling with satisfaction, looking at Luo Zheng up and down, Luo Zheng Just as he was about to salute, Mr. Li waved his hand and continued: "Sit down, sooner or later we are all one family, there are not so many things to pay attention to."

"Thank you, chief." Luo Zheng was overjoyed when he heard this. This was the first time Mr. Li expressed his position in person. It seemed that he and Lan Xue were facing fewer and fewer problems.

"Why are you thanking me? You fought for it all by yourself. Strictly speaking, I should thank you. Things on the cruise ship were done well, and the prison matter was also handled very well. All countries have sent messages of thanks, saying I want to thank you for leading everyone to escape, and also, you rescued the madman. This thing was done beautifully. I won’t ask more about the details. You will write a detailed report later." Mr. Li looked kind. ’s smile.

Luo Zheng looked at Mr. Li, feeling very at ease in his heart, and quickly agreed. Next to him, Lan Xue took the opportunity to say, "Grandpa, the madman passed the invisible sword technique to him."

"Really?" Mr. Li was startled, a light flashed in his slightly closed eyes, and he quickly recovered, smiled, and said: "Okay, very good, invisible sword skills, invisible killing, is the master of our national sword. This skill was passed down to a madman by King Tiger more than 30 years ago, and it was lost after that. I didn’t expect it to be passed on to you. It’s very good. It must be popularized so that all national swordsmen can master this unique skill.”

"Well, Madman has agreed to stay at the base as an instructor and teach this sword technique." Lan Xue said in a low voice.

"That's good. With this set of sword skills, the combat effectiveness of our national swordsmen can be greatly improved." Mr. Li said happily. Seeing that Luo Zheng and Lan Xue didn't pay much attention to it, he looked solemn and said seriously : "Don't underestimate this sword technique. It was created by the Great Sword King Wu before he died. It draws on the strengths of many masters. It is very good. You must practice it well later."

"Hiss?" Luo Zheng's face changed and he became serious. Although he had practiced with a madman for a while, he only practiced in a prison. There was no knife and not enough space to feel the power of the knife technique. Hear what Mr. Li said. , immediately made up his mind to go back as soon as possible to practice this set of sword skills, so that the Japanese swords he captured could be put to use. Thinking of this, Luo Zheng was overjoyed.

"Stop talking about this, let's talk about business." Mr. Li's face suddenly became solemn, his slightly closed eyes became sharp, shining with the light of wisdom, and his whole body exuded a looming murderous aura, which made people dare not Looking directly at it, just leaning on it quietly, gives people a feeling of great power.

"What's the matter?" Lan Xue's face straightened and she sat upright. Luo Zheng also sat upright and pricked up his ears.

"More than thirty years ago, the whereabouts of the last strongest soldier king were unknown. Captain Wu Jin told me that after confirmation by a madman, the Tiger King was at the base of a terrorist organization, and his life and death were unknown. Thirty years later, I don't know if this clue is still there. It's useless, but I hope you will bring him back. He needs to be seen alive, and his body must be seen dead. We can't let the hero bury his bones in a foreign land, and die with his eyes closed. This matter started because of you, and I hope you will complete it." Mr. Li said calmly. said with a look on his face.

"Yes." Lan Xue and Luo Zheng quickly stood up and took orders loudly.

"There's one more thing." Luo Zheng whispered. Seeing Mr. Li looking over in confusion, he continued: "The crazy old man said that there is a batch of cultural relics that can last for thirty years in a dark prison, just to keep this secret. , I hope that one day in the future these national treasures will return to the embrace of the country."

"Well, I heard about this matter. I will arrange for someone else to handle it. Your mission is to find the Tiger King. The intelligence brigade is working intensively to collect relevant information. You were tired some time ago and can't keep up. Here you go. Take a month to rest and get back into fighting shape as soon as possible." Mr. Li warned seriously.

"Yes." Luo Zheng and Lan Xue responded again. Neither of them dared to be casual in the face of the task.

"Chief, we will return to the base tomorrow. Do you have anything else to give us?" Luo Zheng asked seriously.

"It's not easy to come back. Is it okay to have a meal with an old man like me?" Mr. Li said with a smile. After chatting about business matters, he relaxed and returned to his elder appearance. He looked at Lan Xue with a loving face and full eyes. It was caring, and said: "Xue'er, grandpa let you enter the national sword at the age of fifteen. It has been almost eight years in a flash. Do you hate grandpa?"

"There was some at first, but then it disappeared. Now, I have him. Grandpa, if you solve the problems between us, especially my father's side, I will never hate you again, hehe." Lan Xue smiled.

Mr. Li knew that Lan Xue was joking with him, but he still agreed seriously, and everyone laughed in agreement.