[Qianqiang Police] Blizzard is coming

Luo Sheng's subordinates were blatantly pushed down by the police of the criminal investigation team, and Qin Dinghuai's sentence "the sky net is restored, and it is not leaked" is even more piercing.Old man Luo's wrinkled face was full of blue veins, and his thick black eyebrows were like burning fire.

The older Luo Sheng is, the more suspicious and irritable he is, and he will care about every little thing.In the case of the shipyard before, it was rumored that Hong Xin helped him out, and this time he was reprimanded by the police under the eyes of the 18th door. Luo Sheng's anger can be seen.

However, Jiang Yiheng is rational, no matter what situation he faces, he is calm and unhurried.He has the patience and calmness that a sniper has cultivated all the year round. He has been by Luo Sheng's side for many years and knows the old man's temper well.

The person who once rescued his father and son, and threw the young Jiang Yiheng into another pit of ashes, at this moment, the old man is standing upright, his shoulders are trembling, and sparks are shining in his eyes, staring at the subordinates he has trained by himself.

Jiang Yiheng could understand Luo Sheng's panic, he understood his unwillingness to lose face in front of the 18 clubs, and he even saw through the [-]/[-] doubts about the ability of his subordinates, and the urgency for his own safety caused by it.

Even if Jiang Yiheng followed Luo Sheng, his identity changed again and again, even if Jiang Yiheng promised to accompany the old man back to the Northeast to see the snow, even if Jiang Yiheng gave up his freedom all his life to serve Yishengtang - he still didn't get the minimum respect, and he still lived in dire straits. You still have to gamble your life in exchange for trust.

There are no reliable people around Luo Sheng, either the gangsters who are intriguing, or the gangsters who are fame and fortune, or young women who are ruthless about money.Only Jiang Yiheng has no ambitions, he can take it easy, or in other words, he still has a little kindness towards this world.

Anyway, to live is to go to death, Jiang Yiheng is not afraid of hell, everyone he knows is there.

He pursed his lips, took out a pistol from his back, held the gun backwards, and handed it to Luo Shengdao respectfully.

"Of course I made a mistake. I will let Lord Luo handle it, and I will be punished by disarming."

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Jiang Yiheng's biological clock is very accurate, even if there is no alarm clock, he will definitely open his eyes at 06:30.

Three days have passed since attending Song Huifeng's wedding.Jiang Yiheng stared at the ceiling for a long time. In the early morning without Luo Sheng's command, no need to touch the gun, and no orders, his body lost the burden, but his heart felt empty.

Every day in Yishengtang, smuggling, trading, holding guns, shooting, dealing with the police, dealing with arms dealers, and protecting himself in the struggle within the club—all these force Jiang Yiheng to keep his mind clear and mobilize his whole body. Cells, fight against the world.

He is the most important person around Luo Sheng, and he is also a sniper. The meaning of the action of "disarming" is self-evident.He pondered last night whether he should call the little driver in sunglasses to say he was on vacation, but he gave up.Jiang Yiheng secretly thought that no matter how angry Luo Sheng was, he would not forget himself when employing people.

I barely closed my eyes until seven o'clock, the phone was quiet and there was not a single message.Jiang Yiheng no longer felt sleepy, got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

The apartment he lives in now is Jiang Yiheng's private area.Light-colored wallpapers, simple furniture, and several albums of firearms and weapons on the table.

The apartment is more like a temporary dormitory than a home.Jiang Yiheng's subordinates often spend tens of thousands in the arms business, but most of the time they either stay with Luo Sheng or perform tasks outside, and they rarely have the opportunity to rest at home.

At a quarter past nine, the phone still didn't ring.

Jiang Yiheng is not like many modern youths who bow their heads, but the absence of Luo Sheng's instructions makes him uneasy.This means that Luo Sheng is punishing him, or in other words, making him stand up.

At 12:30 noon, Jiang Yiheng took a break after eating and started exercising on the treadmill.Gradually heavy breathing, more and more steps on the pedometer.The blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the shining golden sun, Jiang Yiheng looked out while running, regained his composure, and realized that he was just facing the window, not paying attention to anything.

At 45:[-] p.m., there was still no activity on the phone.

In the evening, Jiang Yiheng went out for dinner and drove around alone.As a sniper, he subconsciously observes passers-by.

On the left side of the car window, on the corner of the street, the old lady bowed her head and begged for passers-by. Her complexion was dull, and every wrinkle was filled with bitterness.But Jiang Yiheng noticed that the innermost layer of her pocket was spread out on the ground, and a corner of the iPhone she was holding with a torn newspaper was exposed.

On the right side of the intersection is a large street store. A girl in a miniskirt is yelling hoarsely. A young man is distributing fitness flyers at the entrance of the store, and he quarrels with the little girl.The girl called the security guards to beat them up. Jiang Yiheng saw the limping man take a photo under the girl's skirt before leaving.

There was a red light at the intersection ahead, and Jiang Yiheng stopped the car.People coming and going under the traffic lights, the sound of cars and people, restless.A man in a hat with a dagger approached a woman on the phone in the crowd against the current. The moment the lights were about to change, the man's sharp knife cut the woman's purse. The young woman had no time to shout, and the crowd dispersed. , red and green, Jiang Yiheng stepped on the accelerator like other drivers, and the woman squatted on the ground frightened by the dazzling headlights in a daze, watching the thief run farther and farther.

This is a huge, flustered, and frightening world, and Jiang Yiheng, who is driving the steering wheel, has a panoramic view of everything and is helpless.

He went to expose the scam of begging the old lady and sent her to the police station. Who would take care of the lonely three-year-old grandson sitting next to her?He went to catch the man who secretly took pictures and asked him to delete the photos. Who will pay for the medical expenses of the beating?He went to catch the thief with the knife, but the woman with the backpack called and said, "If you don't want to divorce your wife, don't come to see me." Is she the mistress who tore apart other people's families?

Jiang Yiheng is not a scavenger, and now he is not a policeman who claims to be righteous. He is just a generation of ants in this boundless world, and he can't save anyone.

I can't remember who said a word, the greatest misfortune in the world is to be born as a human being, which is really reasonable.

Jiang Yiheng drove out of the busy city, and drove the car towards the quiet side road. After driving for some time, there was an extra motorcycle behind him.

At first, Jiang Yiheng didn't care much, and drove on. When he reached the next intersection, the motorcycle had the opportunity to rush past the green light at the last second, but it stopped beside Jiang Yiheng's car.

Two cars parked neatly in front of the sidewalk.It was late, there was no one on the street, the street lamps were indistinct, and the shadows cast on the ground were shallow and scattered.

In such a lonely and peaceful atmosphere, the roar of the motor was particularly abrupt.

Jiang Yiheng in the driver's seat was pierced by the rumbling sound of the motorcycle outside. He casually glanced out the window, and the motorcycle driver with the helmet happened to be looking at him.

The opponent's eyes shone brightly under the reflection of the helmet, and the light shook Jiang Yiheng's nerves, and his brain went blank for a moment, as if covered with white snow.

To be human is the greatest misfortune in the world.What's more unfortunate than that is that someone was born for you and died for you.