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The name of the person who appeared in the live broadcast was Zhishen, one of the sons of the old king. According to his current status and influence in the leadership of D District, he was widely regarded as the No. 4 person in D District.

This is tantamount to an irrefutable admission in the face of ironclad evidence, and a disguised admission of what he has done, and this move has undoubtedly violated relevant international security regulations.

Domestically, his status may be affected on the surface, but as a royal family, it is just a trick to transfer power from left hand to right hand. Internationally, District D will bear corresponding responsibilities for it. The financial compensation and verbal apology given by him seemed perfunctory, which might exacerbate the consequences, so he wanted to use the family card to get rid of the crime.

The succession of the throne in District D is not based on age. If the king is about to abdicate and has the support of the queen, Zhishen's influence will increase, and he is likely to become the next generation king.It is about the future of the individual and the country, and every word he said will be recorded in the annals of history, which makes people half-believe what he said, but dare not jump to conclusions.

Tears of sincerity, trembling and choking without embellishment, this speech shocked the world once it was broadcast, and was replayed countless times.Of course, such attention is closely related to sensitive military issues.

No matter what the program is, it just changes its mouth every other time to comment on this matter. You ask me and I ask you from various media, and no one dares to speak out. The caution of public accusation is nonsense, I can only talk After a basketful, they all ended up with question marks.

The media comments were hidden, but the people outside the screen did not have such worries. Everyone in the restaurant expressed their opinions while they were eating.

"Who will believe it? Who will believe such words?"

Someone was filled with righteous indignation: "You are talking nonsense with your eyes open! He said this, as if we locked up his nephew! Whose elder nephew lost it and wanted to use a bomber to find it? Want to find it and blow it up to death or something?"

"Who is his brother?" Another person was confused and asked, "How did he die? When did it happen?"

"Is he dead already? Missing?"

It's not too sure, it seems to be a long time ago, and the younger ones have never even heard that name.

"Zhishen not only holds the military power in his hands, but also has several personal soldiers, including sea, land and air. I don't know where this guy got the money. In the past few years, he has spent more than one billion yuan on equipment imported from big countries to buy equipment for himself. In the personal team, this is only on the surface, and privately estimated that I spent more on research and development—no matter who pays for it, the money is not for him.”

The economic base determines the superstructure, and ambition needs the support of strength, and those with capital in their hands want to play the snowball game.

"I don't think it's really the soldiers he sent. You think, his position is stable, just wait for his old man to get up, and he will have the final say in the whole D area, there is no need to engage in these moths! Maybe it is What did District D do by himself, this exposure, let him come out to take the blame, shed two tears to get over it!"

"Oh, by the way, the foreign media are spreading rumors that there is a launch base at Baima Pass!" Suddenly, one person clapped his hands heavily and said, "The main island of District D is so close to us, we can manually redraw the world map within 3 minutes!"

The person next to him couldn't laugh or cry: "What a fart! I have been to Baimaguan so many times, and I have traveled all over the place. I didn't even know that Baimaguan had a launch base!"

"The kind buried underground, you won't..."

"Hello!" Captain Lin Jisi immediately stopped talking, his voice was not high, "I have nothing to say? Say this?"

The man immediately pursed his lips and fell silent.

Lin Jisi pointed at the wall clock with chopsticks: "Look at what time it is now? No one is eating? You are making noises on the TV, why? Don't you sleep? Don't get up and don't train? Hurry up and finish eating, it's time to be on duty." Go on duty!"

As soon as he lowered his head, he was even more distressed: "The person who should be angry the most is not angry yet. Look at Ren Mingxin. Except for eating, he doesn't listen to anything outside the window! Be down-to-earth, do what you should do, understand! "

Yan Mingxin returned to his soul: "Huh?"

He has seen the news, and he has heard the words of his comrades-in-arms. They are all reasonable, but the truth of the matter is obviously not so affectionate and simple-it involves the royal family. Isn't it easier to make a new one than to find a lost one?

He just couldn't help but wonder: If Jun Yang was here, what would he be thinking now?

Which of the passionate views did he agree with more?

It's not that Yan Mingxin has no opinions, it's just that he wants to hear his thoughts, or in other words, wants to... hear what he has to say.

The distance of hundreds of kilometers strips a person from his life physically, but not psychologically—he still wants to hear his reasoning, to hear him speak clearly, and to see him stretch out his slender legs when he speaks fiercely. She made simple and beautiful gestures with her fingers, her eyes suddenly sharpened when she saw him indifferent to answering, and the corners of her lips curled up a little, looking confident.

This morning, Jun Yang was still sitting on the sofa in his room, crossing his legs in a leisurely manner, and watching him change his clothes with his fingers propped up in a pyramid shape.They went in and out together, and ate together.

After only a dozen hours, this person disappeared without a trace from his life.

He received his old friend. The entire skin of the fuselage of the 322 was redone. A place of comfort and power.

But because there is one less person to share with him, everything seems to lose a little color, and the busy day cannot cover up this shortcoming.

A man who doesn't smoke or drink, is like a sleepy beast at night after a tiring day, with nowhere to distract his mood, and starts to feel annoyed with hazy drowsiness.He wondered why he was not able to talk frankly with that person by candlelight as he had expected, and recalled that he had strange thoughts and missed many fleeting moments.

When that person was by his side, he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, and he was afraid of avoiding it, and he was a little panicked. When that person was gone, he thought back like a fool.

What worries him the most when he thinks about it is that after this farewell, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and the sea of ​​people is boundless.

Yan Mingxin sat up straight from the bed.

He found that 50 years old is indeed a bit far away.

There is a telephone in the building, which can be dialed freely. As long as it is not about the affairs of the army, it is normal for everyone to call and chat with their family members. Time communication control, involving dialing from a military region and then connecting to another military region, must go through at least 3 or 4 manual transfers. It is inevitable to be interrogated, and it is possible to be rejected.

He was lucky, after tossing and turning for a few minutes, he finally got through.

Pick up the phone over there: "Hello?"

It's the voice.

Just like when they were side by side with him, with a slight movement of the throat, a syllable was easily drilled into his ear.

Yan Mingxin's fatigue was swept away: "Jun Yang, I am Yan Mingxin."

"Oh." After a pause over there, he asked a little coldly, "What's wrong?"

Yan Mingxin held the phone, blinked, and said honestly, "I'm here."

He has been praised for his high IQ since he was a child. He is a smart kid with excellent grades and quick thinking. He has never experienced such a moment of lack of words.He didn't know what to say, but in the same quiet night, he felt that he had a completely different heartbeat, "Report you are safe."

"Hmph." Jun Yang let out his nose, disliking this report of safety and not taking people seriously. S5H2 airport takes off and lands in Fengtian, the flight takes at most an hour, and Yan Mingxin is on a transport plane, if it is not safe, wouldn't the world know it by now?

"No need to report," he leaned against the head of the bed, gnashed his teeth and said, "Isn't it 'Bi Neighbor'? Why should you report so close?"

He still hated the morning farewell.There was a sound of beating gongs and drums in my heart, saying that I could let go of the past, and there was also a voice accusing him of not being so spineless. You must know that at that time he was clenching his fists and his eyes were red.

The roots of the ears are so soft, how can I be worthy of the feeling of being so sad that I am about to die at that moment.

"Hey, hey——" Yan Mingxin couldn't bear his tone, and when he heard him say that, he couldn't help but check what he did wrong, which made others unhappy.He thought for a while, "It seems inappropriate, but we are not too far away."

In the quiet night, Jun Yang gave an "um" if there was nothing.

Yan Mingxin was picking his nails, and he had long forgotten that the "purpose of the call" he told the operator when he made the transfer was to "thank you to the comrades in Shanhaiguan", and he also forgot which prince in the D area was looking for the eldest nephew of the big brother's family.

He only knows that the few poems and songs in his stomach are waiting for him at the moment: "Then let me change it."

Jun Yang became interested, and put his ears on the receiver: "What are you changing?"

"Another one..." Yan Mingxin searched his brains, ignorant, he hesitated for a long time, "'Why should we cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan'? Do you think it will work?"

Before he finished speaking, the other end of the phone laughed "Hang Chi" and kept laughing.

Yan Mingxin didn't know what the "Xichuang Candle" was.Who ever looked into this as a child?

After he said this, he realized that it sounded like window grilles in the bedroom.

He has heard of the one who catches the wind and cleans the dust, he has heard of the one who "passed the water gate", and he has never heard of the one who reunited after a long absence and reunited with friends to sit down on the big bed in the bedroom and cut the window grilles.

Sweat dripped from his heart for a moment, and he wished he could reach out to wipe his chest.

Jun Yang just laughed in a low voice, without comment, the laughter was like little peas jumping along the network cable, bouncing on his eardrums.

When he was in the hospital, someone cut Yan Mingxin's nails, and a small part grew out recently, and he hasn't cleaned it up yet.

With a little force, it was embedded in the flesh of the palm.

The pain also distracted his attention, and drove away the night rain and window grilles that filled his mind.

He cleared his throat, diverted from the imaginative topic, and asked nonsense: "Is it raining in your place?"

"No, the weather is very nice." Jun Yang was in a good mood, and replied casually, but suddenly remembered something, and smiled, "Tomorrow, don't make this call."

The modules taken out of 1151 have been assembled, and maybe tomorrow, he will set off and return to the sea.