"Is it possible for me to put a steel plate on my head?!" Leng Feng rejected Geng Liang's suggestion. Geng Liang clicked his tongue: "Are you pretending to be confused? Yes, I admit that that thing is too heavy, but you don't want to

Are you going to get shot again and lie in bed for a few months? Haven’t you learned enough from last time?!”

When he mentioned this, Leng Feng also looked helpless. He felt that there would be no danger with two sniper teams around, but he really didn't want to carry two steel plates on his back.

"Okay, okay, you win." Leng Feng lowered his head and accepted his fate.

Just tonight, Dai Li had another nightmare. Chiang Zhongzheng, whom he had been following, was standing high on the roof of the Presidential Palace (are you planning to jump off the building?), lowering his head and talking to himself in an unusually gentle tone. Dai Li was so excited that he suddenly became thunderous.

At first, the Presidential Palace was crumbling. Dai Li wanted to stabilize it, but was unable to do anything. At this time, he found that Chiang Zhongzheng was not panic at all. He walked around and saw that two sculptures were holding the Presidential Palace steadily. When he took a closer look,

, Dai Li was frightened out of his mind, and there were two names engraved on it (you don’t need to think about it to know which two they are).

"Yunong, don't worry. As long as the two pillars of national protection are here, we can sit back and relax." At this time, Jiang Zhongzheng spoke. Dai Li was hesitating when thirteen black figures suddenly appeared and wanted to pounce on him. In fact, he didn't even count them.

, but his brain set him to thirteen, so he was so scared that he hid behind the pillar.

"Roar" the pillar sculpture roared, and all thirteen black shadows were annihilated.

Dai Li woke up from his dream, sweating profusely. He shook his head, wiped his sweat, and fell asleep again. The same dream appeared again...

The next day, Geng Liang showed up with two big black circles under his eyes, which shocked the guards. Smokey makeup is not popular these days, even if you don't sleep all night.

Although Geng Liang left, he left half of the guard behind to follow Leng Feng. Geng Liang was really uneasy with the help of those few unarmed policemen.

"I hope it's not too late." Geng Liang muttered. Lin Chen thought that Geng Liang was talking about his private departure from the station, so he said, "I'm afraid it's still a bit late. The Third Shanghai Security Group must have reported it long ago. Xiaoman's side

Although there is no news yet, if someone from the military command goes to investigate, Xiao Man will definitely not notice it."

Geng Liang waved his hand: "This is the lice on the bald man's head. It's obvious. That's not what I'm talking about."

Lin Chen: "That is?"

Geng Liang put his finger on his lips: "Shh." Lin Chen lowered his head and thought for a moment. After considering what happened in the past two days, Lin Chen suddenly raised his head: "Sir, are you rushing back to Jinling to keep yourself cold, sir?"

"Oh? How did you think of it?"

Lin Chen: "Sir Leng's erratic behavior in Shanghai must have aroused Shangfeng's dissatisfaction. Although there is nothing that can be done about him for a while, it is certain to settle accounts in the future. Sir, the reason why you returned to Jinling immediately is because of this business?"

Geng Liang: “You’re as smart as Xiao Man”

Lin Chen: "I'm older than him. Who can learn from him? That's right~~"

…………….

Liu Boyong stood behind Leng Feng, watching Leng Feng tidy up his clothes, and he looked like he was willing to die generously. This made Liu Boyong's heart beat violently, and he couldn't help but said: "Sir, why don't you go to this press conference?

"

Leng Feng: "Things have already come to this point. If I act like a coward at this time, wouldn't it be like letting Liu Minxuan laugh at me in the sky? If nothing else happens, this afternoon will be the last time that I am called "Sir" and get off the stage.

, the possibility of going to a military court is not non-existent.”

Ren Dong was anxious, Xue Ya was also anxious, Leng Feng waved his hand and said: "You two are not in the sequence, I guess they won't do anything to you."

"This is unfair, public opinion is like this, how can they..." Liu Boyong was interrupted by Leng Feng: "They have never seen public opinion in their eyes. If public opinion was really useful, Inspector Liu Minxuan would not die tragically on the street! They are already crazy.

"

"Then you can't go even more"

Leng Feng pulled him away: "Even if there are thousands of people, I will go~! Even if I fall, I must face the enemy's gun and look directly into the enemy's eyes."

The press conference was held as scheduled, with a crowd of people outside the martial law line. Reporters from large and small newspapers were crowded in front of the stage. There was an old-fashioned loudspeaker and microphone on the podium? Why did it feel a bit ridiculous?

Senior officials from the Shanghai Municipality came, as well as members of the security group, who were standing around with weapons in hand. Geng Liang's guards stayed at all times, arguing with the security group to prevent them from getting close to Leng Feng.

Before going on stage, a secretary handed a page of paper to Leng Feng. His eyes were like looking at another prisoner and he threw it to Leng Feng: "You know what to do."

"I know..." The secretary turned around, Leng Feng said: "What the hell"

Picking up the paper, he sneered again and again, slowly crumpled it into a ball, flicked the lighter in his hand, and the speech turned into ashes.

As expected, after the spokesperson of the Shanghai Stock Exchange said a few words, he was thrown down by the cabbage gang and rotten vegetable leaves, and they all asked Leng Feng to come forward and tell the truth.

Walking up to the podium, there was silence. The dull sound of Leng Feng's leather shoes on the podium was like a drumstick beating in the heart, making people hold their breath and watch Leng Feng stand still on the podium.

Reporters who are always looking for opportunities, unexpectedly no one spoke under Leng Feng's gaze. Leng Feng looked around and slowly spoke. Several people around him swallowed nervously. On the contrary, the few foreigners sitting behind the stage were happy.

He was complacent, as if he had already determined what Leng Feng would say.

"After all the hardships, the stars in the fight fall all around. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs." Leng Feng recited this poem slowly but firmly.

"Guo Ling Ding Yang? What did he want to say!" Some people behind him were anxious, and reporters began to discuss. Everyone was familiar with Guo Ling Ding Yang's background, but as the person who led the case, he had already won a great victory, so why did he carry this sentence?

A poem?!

"I'm scared on the beach, and I'm alone in the ocean. Can you recite the last sentence? Let's recite it together. What is the last sentence?"

All reporters, some intellectuals, and many students also knew it, but their answers were a little confusing.

"Speak louder, let's go together, what's the last sentence?!"

"Since ancient times, no one has ever died! Leave your loyalty to history!" With a deafening reply, the reporter asked: "Supervisor Leng, is it said that the Yuntu den this time was discovered in a British factory?"

Leng Feng glanced down at him and sneered. Are you looking for excuses? He said: "You are right about one thing and wrong about another thing. It is a British factory, but it is not in a factory."

In full view, it was discovered under the factory. If Leng Feng had not noticed the trap dug by this reporter, he might have vaguely included the undercover in the factory. Then once he bites back, Leng Feng's words may not stand up.

.

The reporter was not reconciled: "So does that mean the British are the masterminds of this incident?!"

It was a trap again. Leng Feng looked at him with dangerous eyes: "Incident? What incident? How did this reporter get his press card? Can't he even grasp the most important keywords for reporting news?

"

Why did Leng Feng, who always looked very calm, suddenly attack reporters aggressively? Several reporters were holding cameras and didn't know whether to take pictures or not.

Leng Feng: "This reporter just asked the mastermind of this incident whether he was referring to the Yuntu incident, the murder of Inspector Liu Minxuan, the attempted assassination of Leng, or the Yuntu trafficking case."

He threw out so much in one go that he knocked many people unconscious. A few people below whispered, "He is not that kind of person. It seems that some people want to mix things up and fish in troubled waters. Leng Feng just wants to push the matter aside."

Come out and shake things up."

“If I had known earlier, we should have printed more.”

“Today’s matter needs to be published on the front page.”

"Definitely, but the person in front seems to be... quite close to the Japanese."

"So I want to put the blame on the British and see how Leng Feng handles it."

Leng Feng said: "Now, I have only found out one thing, that is, that this cloud soil production base is indeed under a factory run by the British. They must be aware of it, but according to the information inside, the British

I didn’t participate in the production, but there must be cover-up.”

Information! These two words touched some people's nerves. In the distance, Bai Ding and Bai Xing, as well as Gao Han Gao Quan, were all observing their surroundings nervously, with their fingers on the trigger, sweating slightly.
Chapter completed!