Chapter 22: The Cruel Li Tubin

In the dense forest, a few vigorous figures are walking quietly like phantoms in the jungle. Qing Linqiu, as an assaulter, walks in the forefront, and behind him are several people who were urgently mobilized by him to cooperate tacitly and go through life and death together countless times The comrades-in-arms, the quality of these people is many times stronger than the team that was improvised in the last operation. They can cooperate seamlessly with each other almost without eye contact.

Ahead, in a low-lying land, several hidden wooden houses stood quietly, and the wooden houses were quiet without a single sound.

After quietly observing for a while, Qing Linqiu waved his hand suddenly: "Strike!"

Five minutes later, Qing Linqiu and the others met near the cabin.

In front of them was a group of men wearing various camouflage uniforms and carrying various weapons, but these people had already turned into corpses at this time, and they were already cold.

"Eight people have been dead for at least ten hours." Qing Linqiu played with the neck of one person. "This method kills with one blow. It is very experienced. It is Li Tubin."

"Aren't these people his companions? Could it be that they are fighting each other?" A soldier beside him whispered, Qing Linqiu shook his head slightly, and remained silent.

The task they received was to exterminate this group of drug dealers who hide in the mountains and manufacture and sell drugs. The bandit leader Li Tubin is also the top priority of this operation.

But at this time, Qing Linqiu had a very strong feeling that Li Tubin might have fallen out with his companions. Should he go forward and continue to kill the drug dealers, or should he go back and track Li Tubin?

It's a tough choice.

"Expand the search area to see if there are other people!" Qing Linqiu waved his hand, and everyone dispersed.

"Head, there's one alive here!" One person said suddenly, Qing Linqiu rushed over and saw an unconscious drug dealer lying on the ground, his neck was twisted, but he didn't die.

Li Tubin broke an arm, after all, his strength was not as good as before, but he left a fish that slipped through the net.

"Let the people behind take him back, and we will continue to rush forward." Qing Linqiu ordered, and then a group of people quietly slipped into the jungle again.

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On the third day, Nan Ming received a strange call.

As soon as the phone was connected, I heard the voice of crying father and mother: "Uncle! Uncle! Help, Uncle!"

"Congcong?" Nan Ming was taken aback, and quickly asked, "Congcong, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle, I won't be a soldier anymore, I want to go back... Please let me go back... Don't catch me, um... um..." Chen Haocong over there seemed to have his mouth covered, and then a message came from the microphone. A serious voice came: "Sorry, we made a mistake at work and interrupted."

Then hung up the phone with a snap.

Nan Ming's petite heart jumped up and down in fright, staring at the phone in a daze.

At this time, Nanming was in Wenji Hotel, with all middle-aged people sitting beside him.

Apart from Nan Ming, the youngest is Chen Wei. In addition, Liang Jianqiang and several other men, Sun Xingwang, the owner of Wenji Hotel, accompanied the last seat and played the role of serving tea and water.

The middle-aged man in the lead and accompanying position was surnamed Gu, quite majestic, but when he saw Nan Ming, he smiled like a flower, and insisted that Nan Ming call him Brother Gu.

Nan Ming always felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him, so he stopped being entangled, and called Gu Ge as quickly as possible.

Naturally, Nan Ming couldn't imagine that this person was actually Gu Gang, the magistrate of Wenji County.

Just now he was helping Nan Ming with food: "Come on, Xiao Ming, how about trying the skills of this new Sichuanese chef?"

At this moment, seeing Nan Ming's complexion suddenly changed, he was a little dazed.

In this world, is there anything wrong with this young master?

The fact that Mr. Qing lived in seclusion in Wenji was never a secret to Gu Gang. Gu Gang used to be under Qing Linqiu's second uncle. When Mr. Qing first came to Wenji, Gu Gang was taken care of and asked him to take care of him more. .

How could Gu Gang dare to neglect the orders of his old boss? At the beginning, he directly prepared presents and came to visit. Who would have thought that the door would be shut down, and then gradually discovered that Mr. Qing came to Wenji to cook for Nan Ming.

At that time, Gu Gang was almost scared to pee.

Could it be that this unknown little guy is actually the illegitimate son of the Qing family? But even if he is an illegitimate child, he shouldn't be loved by Mr. Qing so much.

Then she gradually realized that Nan Ming was actually the biggest contributor behind Xia Yiyao's investment in Wenji, and she took a high view of him.

Then, several things happened one after another. Gu Gang finally decided that no matter what, he had to entertain Nanming no matter what. Grandpa is an absolute nobleman, so I have to hug her thighs tightly.

Gu Gang came forward, invited three famous chefs, organized the banquet, invited many people who have friendship with Nan Ming to accompany him, and brought a few of his confidantes, and this is how today's banquet was held.

Gu Gang understands it in his heart, but not everyone here understands it in his heart. As Gu Gang's confidantes, most of them are the heads of several bureaus. , Judging by his attire, he doesn't look like a rich man at all, but looks like an obedient student.

Gu Gang saw it and glared at them a few times, finally making their smiles warmer.

Gu Gang couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, you people helped pave the way for you, but you didn't know how to handle it well, you were anxious in your heart, but you couldn't say it clearly.

I can only work harder to show that I have served Nanming meticulously, and many heads are dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that halfway through the meal, there would be a sudden change, and seeing the young master's expression, why would he be upset?

How did Nan Ming know that Gu Gang's thoughts were turning? He turned his head to look at Chen Wei, a little dazed.

"Is it Cong Cong?" Hearing his son's voice and screams just now, Chen Wei turned pale with fright, "What did he say?"

"Congcong said he wants to come back... Brother, look." Nanming accidentally played a big game last time. He couldn't eat well or sleep well in the past two days, and his energy was still hovering at two and a half bars, and it didn't increase at all. If it goes on like this, I'm almost getting sick, no matter what, I have to find a way to solve this problem.

"Then ask me...can you bring Cong Cong back?" Chen Wei was really distressed. No matter how bastard Chen Haocong was, after all, he wasn't bullying men and women, he was just a bit naughty. It's all about tempering and tempering, he doesn't want to plant his only seedling in it.

"Then let me ask." Nan Ming was also a little unsure, he really didn't dare to guarantee that there was such a big fight in Qing Linqiu last time.

In the past few days, Qing Linqiu was nowhere to be seen, and Nan Ming couldn't ask questions even if he wanted to.

"Let me call Uncle Qing and ask." No matter how stupid Nan Ming is now, he knows that Uncle Qing is definitely not a down-and-out chef. If he doesn't say anything else, he will talk about the meals he has eaten except for the Lu cuisine master back then. , no one can compare to Uncle Qing's craftsmanship, and looking at the appearance of chefs in these restaurants that are hard to find with a lot of money, one knows that Uncle Qing will definitely not be in despair.

But Uncle Qing didn't reveal his real identity, and he didn't ask, so everyone should be confused.

To Nan Ming, Qing Huhu is a kind uncle next door, and occasionally he can confide in him, ask for some life guidance and so on.

Hearing Nan Ming said that he was going to call Qing Huhu, everyone present was half frightened. With a clang, Chen Wei's chair fell to the ground, but he stood up too hastily, and his knees hurt.

The others also fell on their backs for a while, Gu Gang subconsciously reached out to grab Nan Ming's cell phone, but he stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to do it.

Those who knew it were almost scared to pee, and those who didn't know it felt strange and stood up.

Nan Ming didn't realize it at all, just mentioned a name, and all the people present stood up.

"Don't, don't, don't bother the old man... Well, let's wait." Chen Wei couldn't even care about his own son.

"Then I'll call Lin Qiu." Nan Ming rolled his eyes and dialed Qing Lin Qiu's phone number.

The call was connected quickly.

This is a secret commendation meeting. There is no ceremony, no mass media, just a few military officers with shining stars and a row of straight-blooded warriors.

All of them were wounded, and there were blood stains on their training uniforms, but they stood upright with serious faces.

Three days, according to Yu Nanming, was just a few days without any surprises. Qi Bin rented a new store and began to prepare for decoration; Zhang Feilin and Nan Ming went to Mr. Qing's place for another meal Xia Yiyao called to say that there is an opportunity for further cooperation in this negotiation, and it will take a few days to come back, and then invite Nan Ming to have another big meal.

But for these people, these days, every minute and every second, is blood and fire, life and death.

On the unknown and hidden battlefield, the confrontation never stops, and the sacrifice never stops. Both the living and the dead are heroes, unsung heroes.

In a few days, several large drug gangs in the southern dense forest were wiped out. Under the high-intensity combat, the soldiers were exhausted but excited, and their eyes kept aiming at the first row.

Qing Linqiu was standing there.

The middle-aged officer with the star on his shoulder was trembling when he pinned the medal to Qing Linqiu's chest.

King of soldiers? This is not a fiction in the novel, this is the real king of warriors!

"Dididi..." The ear-piercing phone rang, immediately diluting the solemn atmosphere, Qing Linqiu neatly flipped through his bag and took out the phone, with an eager smile on his bloodstained face: "Hey, uncle ah!"

With a plop, he fell to the ground again.

Nan Ming hung up the phone, looked at the people who were looking at him eagerly, and said with a smile, "Fifteen minutes."

Nan Ming believed it now. Qing Linqiu said fifteen minutes, so it would definitely not be sixteen minutes.

"Really?" Chen Wei's eyes widened, and his hands began to tremble.

Nan Ming didn't sleep well these few days, so why did he sleep well? He told the child's mother that if he sent Chen Haocong to his old friend to practice for a few days, he could fool others, but he couldn't fool himself.

The fifteen minutes seemed particularly difficult, and Nan Ming lost his appetite. He was really worried that Chen Haocong would be missing arms and legs when he was sent back, so he simply went downstairs to wait in the yard.

Not long after arriving in the yard, I heard the sound of a helicopter from the sky.