Rebirth of the Rising Sun

When Feng Sizhe took the Parker gold pen and removed the pen cap, the killer finally appeared in front of him.

A man in his thirties with a very well-proportioned body appeared in front of Feng Sizhe, holding a large sniper rifle in his hand.

"Why don't you run away?" This was the first sentence the killer said.

"Who are you and why do you have to kill me?" Feng Sizhe asked calmly. At the same time, the people behind him were accumulating strength and preparing for the final fight.

"Haha, I kill you just for revenge. I wonder if you still remember Uncle Tang?" The man sneered. He didn't seem to be afraid of any tricks Feng Sizhe would play on him. On the contrary, he looked at Feng Sizhe with the attitude of a cat catching a mouse. It was obvious that he enjoyed the feeling of having the prey in his hands.

"Uncle Tang? Cheng Shaotang? Are you his subordinate?" Feng Sizhe was stunned after hearing this. He really didn't expect that this killer was actually a remnant of the Jiaoliao gang.

"Smart. I don't know if you still remember that Uncle Tang has two generals by his side, one is Dali, and the other is me. I happened to help Uncle Tang settle his family and children abroad, so I was not in Jiaoliao during that period of time, and you didn't catch me. By the way, my name is Acheng." The killer said with a sinister smile.

"You are Ah Cheng. Rumor has it that you are the most powerful assassin around Cheng Shaotang?" Feng Sizhe finally understood the origin of the man in front of him. And because he knew the identity of this man, he gave up the last possibility of going down. He knew that it would be great if he could severely injure the other party before he died.

"Oh, I didn't expect Secretary Feng also knew me. What a pity, you knew it a little late." Ah Cheng smiled and shook his head, then slowly raised the sniper rifle. From the looks of it, he seemed to be tired of it. It seemed that letting Feng Sizhe die with a clear conscience was his greatest mercy.

Seeing Ah Cheng raising his gun, Feng Sizhe knew that if he didn't take action, he would have no chance. At this time, he heard him shout, "Hey, why are you police officers here just now?"

Ah Cheng's gun was halfway raised, and it seemed that Feng Sizhe's life would be taken in the next second. But at this moment, he suddenly heard his name, and turned around out of habit. In the moment he turned around, the tip of the golden pen hidden behind Feng Sizhe flew out.

The tip of the pen whizzed away and happened to prick Ah Cheng's wrist, causing blood to flow from there in an instant. The hand holding the gun also shook for a moment, and the heavy sniper rifle fell to the ground.

Feng Sizhe also took this opportunity to kick the rifle several meters away. Then he stood up from the ground and looked at Ah Cheng, enduring the severe pain in his leg.

Ah Cheng didn't expect that Feng Sizhe had done so many things in the blink of an eye. He was stunned, and then a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

While pulling out the gold pen stuck on his wrist, he said, "I never thought that Secretary Feng is so good at fighting. To be honest, you have aroused my interest. I decided not to use a gun on someone like you, but to use a knife to cut you into pieces bit by bit."

As he spoke, Ah Cheng stretched his hand back and a sharp knife appeared in his hand.

The sharp knife was flashing with light, showing how sharp it was. Looking at the knife, Feng Sizhe knew that the moment of the final fight had come. He might die in any second. Of course, every second was also his chance to live again.

"Let me take you to see Uncle Tang." Ah Cheng roared, and his body was struck like lightning, and he slashed Feng Sizhe's upper body.

Feng Sizhe sucked in his stomach and leaned his body back, narrowly avoiding the knife. Then, while the opponent's knife was in the air, he swung out with his right palm and punched the opponent's wrist holding the knife.

Ah Cheng didn't expect that Feng Sizhe still had the strength to struggle at this time, and he couldn't help but shout, "Very good, this is more interesting." Then he swung the knife in his right hand, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Next, the knife actually fell into his left hand, and a back-handed knife slashed towards Feng Sizhe's arm.

Feng Sizhe didn't expect that Ah Cheng was so good at using a knife. He didn't check for a moment and his arm was cut by the blade, and blood flowed out immediately.

After a successful strike, Ah Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Very good, I want to see how much blood can flow from your body." As he spoke, the blade continued to stab towards Feng Sizhe's body.

If Feng Sizhe's leg had not been injured before, he could at least fight with Ah Cheng for more than ten moves, and it is not impossible that he could even take his sword. But now, his leg was bleeding, and every movement involved a large nerve, and the intense pain came. Under such circumstances, how could he perform at his usual level?

Now, he could only dodge and persist with the will to survive.

After more than ten consecutive attacks, Feng Sizhe was still not seriously injured. Although he left a few more knife wounds on his body, he was not seriously injured.

Ah Cheng finally became a little impatient. He seemed to know that the longer he spent here, the more dangerous he would be, so after slashing at Feng Sizhe with his knife, he ran straight towards the sniper rifle lying on the ground not far away.

Although Feng Sizhe saw Ah Cheng's actions, he could not do anything due to his disabled legs. He just watched the other person get the sniper rifle.

"Okay, I really don't want to waste any more time talking to you. You're going to die soon. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being too nosy." Ah Cheng raised the gun, sneered, and pointed the gun at Feng Sizhe.

Feng Sizhe leaned against the high wall of the alley, breathing heavily. Facing the muzzle of the gun, he became extremely calm. He knew that his life might come to an end in the next second, so his mind was involuntarily thinking about the past events since his rebirth.

I started to remember from the morning when I was reborn and looked in the mirror, all the way to graduation from the Youth Class, then went to the military w and worked as a secretary for three months, then went to Dahu County as deputy county magistrate, county magistrate, went to Qiu County as county party secretary, established the Foreign-funded Bank Preparatory Bureau and served as director; transferred to the local area and became deputy mayor of Haibei City, and then became deputy mayor and mayor of Lianhua City; secretary of the Datong Municipal Party Committee; mayor and secretary of the municipal party committee of Zhuangcheng, the capital city of Zhongzhou Province, and then went to the z Discipline Inspection Commission as an inspector and director of the Inspection Office; then returned to the local area and became the governor of Ducheng Province, a provincial secretary, and now the secretary of Jiaoliao Province.

After twenty-four years of struggle, he went from a student to a frontier official with great political wisdom. I am afraid only he himself knows how many risks and struggles he experienced. If he wrote it all down, it would definitely be a very exciting novel.

In theory, if everything goes on normally, there may be more exciting things to come, and he himself will even have more power to change more things. But with the arrival of today, everything is about to end. As long as the gun is fired, all the past will be like a passing cloud, and he will return to dust and earth, and bid farewell to this world completely. After all, he doesn't believe that God will favor him so much and give him another chance to be reborn.

After thinking a lot in his mind, Feng Sizhe slowly closed his eyes after making sure that he had nothing to regret.

As he remembered, from the flood rescue in Dahu County to the earthquake in Xichuan City, he didn't know how many people he had saved by his rebirth. These people who survived unexpectedly were his greatest achievement in his life. He felt it was worth it because he could help more people live a happy life.

It sounds complicated, but it's just a matter of a thought. At this moment, Aaron's index finger touched the trigger of the sniper rifle, and in the next second, his finger moved.

"Bah!"

"flutter!"

Two gunshots were heard in succession, and then the sound of someone falling to the ground was heard. . . . .

At the moment the gun went off, Feng Sizhe couldn't help but tremble, and habit made him fall to the ground. He knew that the physical pain, mental fatigue, and all the suffering that a human could feel would all be over in another second. He could finally fall into a long sleep and sleep for a long time without thinking about anything.

However, just when Feng Sizhe thought he was about to say goodbye to this world, he suddenly heard a shout, "Secretary Feng, Secretary Feng, how are you? Can you hear me?"

The voice sounded familiar. Feng Sizhe forced himself to open his eyes despite his fatigue. He saw Director Huo Zhun of the National Security Department 6, who was squatting in front of him with a very anxious look on his face.

"Why is it you? Are you dead too? Are we in heaven?" Feng Sizhe looked at Huo Jun and asked weakly with some confusion.

"Haha, Secretary Feng, I didn't expect you to be a theist. Let me tell you, this is not heaven, none of us are dead, and I'm afraid Marx won't accept you yet? Haha." Huo Jun laughed. It turned out that he drove here just before Ah Cheng pulled the trigger.

After Feng Sizhe called Chen Hu, this person quickly ran out of the Zhao family compound and called Huo Jun's cell phone. He didn't know if he could get there in time, so he thought about asking others for help first.

It was a coincidence that Huo Zhun was investigating a situation in a nearby villa. A patriotic businessman was suddenly killed and a huge amount of money was suddenly transferred away. This matter had a great impact, and he was ordered to investigate. When he received Chen Hu's call, he rushed here at a very fast speed. Fortunately, he was close and arrived in time. He fired the trigger at the most critical moment.

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