Don't worry, I just started the book, I will write it slowly, everyone will read it slowly, now that I am on the storm, I dare not be too proud, otherwise one day I will be happy and harmonious, so I will hide from the limelight first. In addition, there are a few buddies who have been urging the manuscripts that have not collected it. If you have the conditions, you can't read the bookshelf. The book is bought out and only enters V at the end. Please rest assured. Thanks to those buddies Long Kong and that so...

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The "Meng Heizi Sheep Miscellaneous Hall" is open in a small wood behind the normal school. There are more than thirty tables sparsely placed in the forest. There are quite a few people coming to eat sheep Miscellaneous Hall, and they have already filled the tables. Several waiters are so busy that they beat the back of their heads, and they are all running around with steaming pots.

Deng Huaan was sitting on the stool with his head hanging down. His police uniform had been taken off and hung on the branch with his hat. He had just checked a small, flat head in the morning, and he looked particularly energetic, but his eyes were a little fierce. He just scared the child who was eating on a nearby platform to cry, which made his mother pinch his waist and scold him for a long time. Old Deng was speechless. This was probably an occupational disease of being a criminal policeman, and everyone was so fierce.

"Why haven't you come yet?" He couldn't help but raise his wrist and looked at his watch. Seeing that Wang Siyu and the others were almost twenty minutes late, he took out his phone from his pocket and called, but the other party didn't answer and hung up directly. Deng Huaan knew that this time it was almost here, so he reached out and unbuttoned the beige shirt, revealing a tuft of breast hair inside, turning around and taking off the hat hanging on the branch, slapping the wind impatiently.

Five minutes later, a black Santana sedan drove over from the downhill and stopped by the forest. Wang Siyu and Lao Li got out of the car, closed the door and walked straight over. Lao Li also carried two bottles of white wine in his hand.

When he arrived at the stage, Lao Li handed over the wine and shouted with a smile: "Tietou, look, County Magistrate Wang Da gave us a good wine."

Old Deng took the wine into his hand and saw it. He was startled and scolded loudly: "It's from Male Gobi, this wine costs no more than a few thousand yuan per bottle. Is this damn drink or RMB!"

After sitting down, Wang Siyu smiled and said, "Don't talk so much nonsense. Some of them can drink it. It is said that using this thing to stimulate domestic demand quickly. Kill a bottle of socks and wear out two thousand pairs of socks."

The three of them ordered a pot worth 40 yuan. Old Deng and Old Li had several cups, and Wang Siyu was eating sheep's hooves, with oil stains on his mouth. Deng Huaan stared at the eyes and raised his glass and said, "Grass! You have to have a cup of food. The airs are too big when you get promoted. You are pretending to be fake with your brother."

Wang Siyu held the cup and touched him for a moment, took a sip, shook his head with a gloomy face and said, "The one at home is very strict. Before going out, he specifically told him to drink less, otherwise he would have to sleep on the sofa tonight."

Old Li smiled and raised his glass and said, "County Magistrate Wang, I really didn't expect that you are the Chief Wang of the Commission Office mentioned by Deng Tietou. Qingzhou is too small. I never thought of it at all. Come on, the first time I drank, I gave me Li Feidao a face and fucked it."

Wang Siyu had no choice but to hold the cup and bump into the two big and thick men. He drank it all, put down the cup and said with a smile: "As soon as you said yesterday, you went to see your comrades, I guessed that you might know Lao Deng. Just your body, it would be a waste not to be a special forces soldier."

Deng Huaan sighed from the side: "I really miss the days in the army. It's a bit hard, it's really exciting. Unlike now, I want to do something and pull your hind legs with eight hands behind you. It's so fucking awkward. Brother, just get me to your side. Lao Li and I are following you. He is a bodyguard and I am a thug."

Wang Siyu smiled and shook his head and said, "Old Deng, you can bear it anymore. The time is not yet ripe, but I can promise you that we will definitely join forces to do something if we have the chance in the future."

Deng Huaan nodded and said, "That's good, I, Deng, always obey your call."

Wang Siyu took out a bowl of mutton soup from the pot, took half of the bowl, and put it on the table and said curiously: "What are your special forces soldiers doing? One is Deng Tietou and the other is Li Feidao, why does it sound like a martial arts novel?"

Deng Huaan and Li Feidao looked at each other and whispered: "Nothing can be told!"

"Is there a confidentiality discipline?" Wang Siyu became even more curious. The gossip fire in his chest was burning, and he narrowed his eyes and swept around the faces of the two.

Both of them nodded vigorously, and their expressions suddenly became serious.

Li Feidao said: "I can't say it, but I can tell you that the two of us have been on the battlefield and crawled back from the pile of dead people."

Wang Siyu was stunned at first, then recalled and thought to himself that he was the most powerful special forces soldier. He could still go to the battlefield in peacetime, but where is this battlefield? Afghanistan or Pakistan? Could it be in Africa?

Wang Siyu is not a military fan, so he didn't know much about the military, so he stopped guessing and nodded with a smile and said, "Since I'm in a dilemma, I won't ask."

Master Li smiled, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, put it down, and said with his arms, "Old Deng has told me about you a long time ago. He said that on the ground in Qingzhou, he is the most convinced of you. He is a righteous person and dares to stand up for the common people. He will make a big fuss at you and beat Liu Yanei in the hospital. I, Li Feidao, will be convinced. You are a good official, and you won't be frustrated for driving. You will follow you in the future. If you have any fights, you don't have to do it. If you move your mouth, I will release the flying knife..."

Wang Siyu shook his head and said, "But nothing else, you can help me drive the car. Even if you want to fight, don't show your knife. Old Deng is enough to be a donkey. Plus, I can't stand it. The trouble that Old Deng caused last time was enough to make me a headache. You guys are just war machines. If you throw them on the battlefield, they are heroes. If they put them at home, they are all tragic. They are all bad tempers and they are just in trouble. I can't bear to you."

Deng Huaan felt embarrassed when he heard this. He knew that Wang Siyu was talking about the last time he was drunk and crippled the yellow-haired man. In fact, he just drank a little more wine that day, otherwise he would not have been so angry. At this time, he heard Wang Siyu bringing up old accounts at the table, he quickly lowered his head and picked up a piece of sheep offal, stuffed it in his mouth and muttered: "That kid stabbed you and almost killed you. If I don't deal with him halfway, can I still call him brother!"

"Bad!" Wang Siyu pulled over a dozen sheep's hooves to the ground, stared at Old Deng and whispered: "It's useless to deal with the little gangster. If you have the ability, you can take over that old master Gong and Wei Sanwei Lame. That's what you are so powerful. If you ask me, Wang Siyu, to praise you for being righteous, that's called small ability. If you make the entire Qingzhou people thank you, that's really capable."

Deng Huaan felt a little unhappy after hearing this. Wang Siyu's brick made him feel aggrieved. After filling the wine glass, he tilted his neck and poured it in, staring at his big eyes and argued: "They have become a climate, and there is a complex network of relationships. If there is no protective umbrella, I would have cleaned them up. Isn't it impossible to move? As soon as you start investigating, you will immediately ask you to have a meeting. If you don't listen to the greeting, you will have to be suspended. You can't even handle a small case."

Li Feidao heard the words Wei Sanwei Lamezi next to him, and his face dimmed. He reached out and touched it from his pocket for a long time before taking out a box of cigarettes and throwing it on the table. He pulled out a piece of fire and sucked it for a long time before he asked sternly with a blue face: "Tietou, is that boy Wei Jun still doing something that is harmful to the world now?"

Deng Huaan shook his head and said, "Since you broke his right leg, that kid has become much more restrained. Now he focuses on serious business, and some things are done by his younger brothers under his banner."

Li Feidao said 'oh', and his face improved a little. He grabbed the wine bottle, poured it all over, held the cup and shook his head, and fucked it in one gulp, pinched the cup and shook his head, and said, "What a fucking regret. I accepted such an apprentice, and he still didn't learn well, so he went on a wrong path."

After saying that, he exerted force on his hand, and the cup was crushed with a "blooming" sound. The glass slag fell all over the floor, but his hands were safe and sound.

Wang Siyu looked at the five fingers as thick and hard as steel bars, and said softly: "Old Li, you are really hard skill, just like Old Deng's iron-headed skill."

Deng Huaan shook his head beside him and said, "Old Li's flying knife skills are called Niu B, I think of it back then..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly woke up, stopped his mouth, lowered his head to avoid Wang Siyu's earnest gaze, touched a sheep bone, and started to bite it hard, muttering: "No, Meng Heizi's sheep offal in Manqingzhou is well done, it smells so good..."

Wang Siyu glared at him, turned his gaze to Li Feidao again, stared at his dark face and asked softly: "Wei San is your apprentice?"

Li Feidao nodded and whispered: "I kowtowed and worshiped the apprentice. The child was originally very popular, but he was a little more aggressive. Later, I heard that he had gone through the underworld and was so angry that he was going crazy. He originally wanted to destroy his hands, but later he became soft-hearted..."

Speaking of this, he sighed, touched another cigarette, lit it and took a few sips before continuing: "He didn't resist, knelt on the ground and said, "Master is fine. You have taught me for three years and have been my Wei Jun's master all your life. Even if you kill me, I won't fight back. I see that he still has the affection between master and disciple in his heart, so he didn't take action and only broke one of his legs."

Seeing that his eyes were red when he was talking, Wang Siyu guessed that he and Wei San still had a relationship, so he hurriedly gave Deng Huaan a look. Deng Huaan understood and started to talk nonsense, leading the topic elsewhere.

Through Deng Huaan's introduction, Wang Siyu also got a little understanding of Li Feidao. Their Li family was the first to be a showman in the capital's overpass. The whole family practiced flying knives. The way they performed was like in movies now. One person stood on the door panel as a target, and the other stood seven steps away, and they had to use thirteen flying knives to prick their personal figures. Back then, the Li family was in a strong position, and they all had unique skills and rely on this skill to support their families. They have gained a firm foothold in the overpass. Until now, there are still some old Beijing talks about it. The Li family's flying knives are so great, it's great.

Later, when the Japanese invaded China, the shopkeeper of the Li family was very good, so he personally took the children to join the army. As a result, after the War of Resistance Against Japan, only two brothers were left. The third brother committed suicide after the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan. For nothing else, he couldn't get out the shrapnel on his body, and was too painful to live, so he directly wiped his neck with a flying knife. Lao Qi was Li Feidao's grandfather, and he did not die at the hands of the Japanese. During the period of the Revolution, he was criticized and fought to death by the revolutionary young generals. He listed three major charges and wrote tens of thousands of words, which was considered to be a huge amount of books.

Wang Siyu felt his chest tightness and his heart was so upset that he thought to himself that Old Deng really wouldn't persuade others, so he smiled and took over the topic and said, "Old Li, I have seen Old Deng's iron-headed skills. Should you show your skills in flying knives?"

Li Feidao hurriedly smiled and shook his head, "It's been thrown away for several years, but it's no longer effective. Besides, the knife is not carried with you."

Deng Huaan smiled and said, "Barring nonsense, aren't you all wrapped around your waist? You didn't carry anything? Your thirteen flying knives are always there. The rules passed down from ancestors. If you have a knife, show your skills, Lao Li!"

As he said that, he ran out of the forest, bought a watermelon and came back. He stood ten steps away, put the watermelon on his head, closed his eyes and shouted, "Old Li, come, let the old and young men in the forest open their eyes and see our Li Feidao's unique skills."

Wang Siyu and Li Feidao looked at each other and knew that Deng Huaan had drunk a little too much. The two of them kept shaking their heads, waved their hands to the onlookers, and drew a clear line with Deng Huaan on the spot.

Deng Huaan waited there for a long time with the watermelon, but there was no movement. When he opened his eyes, he saw a circle of people around him, pointing at him and talking. Wang Siyu and Li Feidao had already sat on Santana. With the roar of the motor, the car quickly turned around and rushed down the hillside quickly.
Chapter completed!