"I ahem, I won't let you go, ahem, I won't."

The intermittent hoarse roars seemed to echo across the plateau.

Jiang Yuan was panting and holding his waist while walking on the dark road. He reached for the phone from his pocket and was about to make a call when there was a stream of light coming slowly along the road behind him.

Seeing this light, Jiang Yuan let out a breath, sat down on the ground, put the phone back in his pocket, and waited for the car to arrive.

The car was swaying for who knows how long. Feeling the warm sunshine in the sky shining on him, Jiang Yuan opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to block the dazzling light, and then turned his head to look at the blue surroundings.

The sky was covered with light white clouds, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Captain, I have avenged you."

"The people who planned and ordered the execution have all been killed by me. Although there may be others who indirectly led to the emergence of the Lone Wolf Plan, at least I have achieved the first and most important step."

"As for those people behind, I will slowly investigate in the future and I will definitely make them pay a sufficient price; but I can't investigate now. Their power seems to be too strong. However, I will not be afraid, I will

I will continue to investigate slowly and step by step in the future; and I believe that they will not let me go easily."

"Just wait for me. I am a lone wolf. I am the last little wolf. But the little wolf has grown up now and will get everything back to us bit by bit."

"General Zhang Mingbo of the Northwest Military Region died of a heart attack five days ago. A memorial service was held in Babaoshan. Members of the top seven went to express condolences and send wreaths."

Looking at the rows of wreaths on TV and the photo among the flowers, a young man sitting on a gorgeous leather sofa slowly tightened his eyebrows, and a gloomy look began to appear on his handsome face.

Next to him, Mr. Wu was standing nervously with his head lowered. On his forehead, fine beads of sweat emerged one after another, and then slowly flowed down his forehead.

It reached the tip of the nose, and then hung there quietly, swaying gently, as if it could drip at any time; but Mr. Wu did not dare to move, let alone reach out to wipe it, and just stood there holding his breath.

There was only a pair of hands hanging by his side, which were trembling faintly.

The young man watched the news quietly, picked up the remote control, turned off the TV and threw the remote control on the coffee table in front of him. Then he turned to look at Mr. Wu, who had been standing beside him for a long time, and said calmly:

"Old Wu, you have been with me for a few years, right?"

"Yes, sir, I have been with you for six years," Mr. Wu replied tremblingly.

"Six years," the young man sighed softly, stretched out his hand to pick up a glass of red wine on the coffee table, shook it gently, then brought it to his nose and smelled it. After staring at the bright red wine in the cup for a long time,

, then he said slowly: "It's been six years so fast. I was only sixteen at that time. It's so fast."

Hearing the young man's sigh, the expression on Mr. Wu's face became a little more nervous. He raised his head slightly and looked at the young man in front of him. He knelt down with a "plop" and looked at the young man.

Na Jing looked at the wine glass and said in a trembling voice: "Young master, this old slave missed the important task of your master and deserves death."

"Oh yes, I missed something important, I missed something important." The young man held the wine glass, shook it gently again, then brought it to his mouth and took a sip, letting the wine swirl around in his mouth for a moment.

Only then did he swallow it slowly, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, then he put down the wine glass in his hand and reached out to wave.

At this time, a young woman wearing a black uniform and a white apron walked over slowly, then bent down and carefully took out a wine glass from the plate in her hand, and placed it in front of the young man.

The young man picked up the wine bottle, then gently poured wine into the cup, and then filled himself some more. Then he looked at Mr. Wu, who was kneeling on the ground with his head on the ground, and said, "Come on, Old Wu, drink."

Got this glass of wine”

Hearing the young man's voice, Mr. Wu, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled violently. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the young man. His eyes were full of fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "

Young master, old slave, old slave will definitely do his best for young master. Please, master, please spare old slave this time."

After saying that, Mr. Wu suddenly kowtowed to the ground.

Looking at Mr. Wu's appearance, the young man sighed softly, then shook his head and said, "Old Wu, what do you want me to say about you?"

"I asked you to go to the northwest and Zhang Mingbo died."

"It's okay if you can't protect Zhang Mingbo, but you can't even catch anyone?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't catch me, you can die, but you can't even do this, how can I spare you?" The young man's eyes gradually turned colder, and his voice gradually became colder.

Hearing the young man's increasingly cold words, Mr. Wu finally stopped kowtowing, raised his head tremblingly, and looked at the red wine on the table, with a pale look on his face.

Since yesterday, he still could not confirm whether the person was Jiang Yuan, nor could he find any other clues; even when he could not find any trace of Jiang Yuan, Mr. Wu had already thought of the consequences;

It's just that he still retains a glimmer of hope, hoping that he can have the opportunity to redeem himself and make meritorious deeds, but now this glimmer of hope has been completely shattered.

At that moment, he could only swallow hard, kowtow to the young man, then reach out and tremblingly pick up the glass of red wine on the table, look at the bright red wine, then raise his head and take a sip, and swallow the wine violently.

Pour it into your mouth.

Seeing Mr. Wu sip the red wine in one gulp, the cold expression on the young man's face finally relaxed, he showed a smile, nodded and said: "Old Wu, go out. I hope I can see you again!"

"Thank you, sir. I hope to serve you again!"

Mr. Wu kowtowed to the young man again, then struggled to get up from the ground, with a miserable look on his face, turned around and walked out tremblingly. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature for better updates of novels.
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