Mountains and seas have a home

body.She sucked her lips twice and said, "Do you know where Li Chongyan is? The report only said that he was arrested, not that he was dead."

After she finished speaking, she paused for a while, turned her face away and looked down at the floor, and added with drooping eyebrows: "He is my uncle."

Fu Zhong stopped stepping on the shadow game, turned his eyes up, turned his head and looked at Xiao Zhuoming for a while before answering: "He was also arrested by the Falcon Commando. I don't know his exact location now, but he must be alive and will I will be responsible for my actions."

"Oh, my God." Xiao Zhuoming shook his head, raised his hand to take off his glasses, and wiped away the tears without any trace, "Although he is really annoying sometimes, I only have him as a relative who can talk."

Then there was another silence, a long silence.There were not many people coming and going in the corridor, and no one noticed the two people at the door.A few minutes later, Lin Yifeng came out of the observation room. After they bid farewell, Fu Zhong accompanied Lin Yifeng out of the hospital.The helicopter of the time bureau was waiting in the square in front of the building. It was winter and it was freezing. Fu Zhong turned up his collar to keep out the cold, and sat in the cabin. The pilot closed the door and took off.

The helicopter passed through the tall buildings, and Fu Zhong sat silently in the back seat all the way, looking sideways at the city below, and the mottled shadows of the sun fell on the white snow.The city of Beijing has been devastated by the flames of war. The collapsed houses have been buried by flying snow, and the broken streets are blocked.The post-disaster reconstruction plan that was drawn up earlier has now come in handy, the construction vehicles have been put into work, and it won't take long for the city to regain its vitality.

Fu Zhong saw Chang'an Taihe's house from a distance. Fortunately, it was not bombed, and the glass exterior wall still shone in the sunlight.He finally felt a little more relaxed, Ji Yao didn't have to stay in the cold intensive care unit all the time, and took him home to recuperate after a while.Fu Zhong planned his and Ji Yao's future in his mind, and the vague hope suddenly became clear, and the glorious future was fascinating.

After meeting with the central inspection team, cooperating with the inspection, and handling various affairs, the days are already declining.In the dusk, the sun hangs in the sky like a red-hot copper ball, and a wisp of thin pink cloud floats above the distant mountains, and the tile-like gray clouds reflect orange-yellow light.The snow had stopped, the snow had been snowing for a long time, and the air was exceptionally fresh. Fu Zhong felt that he hadn't breathed such sober air for a long time.

He found his white Porsche that had been parked for a long time in the underground garage, got in, started the vehicle, and inserted a chip into the card slot.The words "GALAXY" popped up on the display screen, followed by Xinghe's profile picture.

The Time Bureau regained the right to use Xinghe, and Fu Zhong installed it on his car.

"Old friend, long time no see." Fu Zhong said to Xinghe, he drove the car out of the garage, turned around and drove onto the main road, "The coordinates of the destination have been sent, and the automatic navigation system is turned on to avoid damage and blocked roads. complete."

"Received. The target location is clear and there is no interference. The new map has been generated, the urban building structure has been scanned, and the optimal driving route has been sent to the navigator. The surrounding environment is being continuously monitored, and no suspicious targets have been found yet. Let's move on."

Fu Zhong suddenly laughed, Xinghe's words made him feel in a trance that he was driving a fighter plane to the destination to perform a mission, but in fact he was just driving home.Fu Zhong turned on the stereo, playing "Dream Wedding" in a low voice, and turned right at an intersection, where the traffic lights were no longer working.He walked through the deserted streets, and the red glow chased him on the stairs.

He looked at the vermilion sunset that appeared in the winter evening, and missed Ji Yao with tenderness.Fu Zhong first went back to Chang'an Taihe, and then went to Xishan's villa to pack up his father's belongings.Father's lawyer had already been waiting in the villa as agreed, and he had a detailed discussion with Fu Zhong about the will and subsequent legal affairs.

Fu Yangxia left him a letter before his death, and Fu Zhong took out the letter and read it while sitting under the lamp.In his long last words, his father told Fu Zhong how to take over the family business, and stated that he would inherit the entire estate.At the same time, Fu Yangxia also passed on the status of the Fu family in Beimingzhong to him, and Fu Zhong officially became the head of the Fu family under the Huba sect, and concurrently served as the head of the Huba sect - the "Third Master of the Fox".

Fu Zhong read the letter carefully several times, finally put down the paper silently, closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose.Now he has to go it alone and start running the many businesses his mother left behind.He has to enter a brand new field, which is no easier than the "backtracking plan", because Fu Zhong has never been involved in business before.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Fu Zhong sent the lawyer away.He entered the third floor of the basement according to the reminder left by his father.There are indeed a lot of precious red wine and artwork hidden in it, but what Fu Zhong wants is not these, what he wants is Ji Songlin's marching logbook.

Fu Zhong found the diary in a drawer, and when he opened it, he saw black and white wings drawn with thick black ink on the kraft paper on the inside page.He held the diary and looked at it for a long time, he knew that the content in it would solve many problems easily, and Ji Songlin's mysterious and confusing past would also be presented in broad daylight one by one.

The oil paintings of previous heads of the Fu family are also preserved here. Fu Zhong does not recognize those ancestors, and the eyes of the ancestors are all looking gently at the people outside the painting.Fu Yangxia's half-length oil portrait is exactly the same as himself, with facial features and demeanor like a real person, it seems that if you call him, he will come back to life.Fu Yangxia was wearing a military uniform with a shining medal on his chest, and behind him were bright red national flags and military flags.These ancestors are all elegant and proud, with an ancient poetic flavor, showing the glory of the prominent family.

He put away the diary, finally smelled the lingering aroma of wine and the deep and fragrant cherry wood aroma, and left the basement.He bid farewell to the butler, and drove out of the vast garden and lawn in the front yard in the night like splashed ink, and disappeared on the winding asphalt road.Fu Zhong had to go back to Li Huili Hospital. He was going to stay with Ji Yao overnight until he woke up.

The author says:

265【"Interview Record"】

Bai Zhu: "Among the series of anti-terrorist missions I have performed, the 'Atlas' operation is the most memorable one for me. I dare say that no matter how much time has passed, I will still understand every detail of it You can imagine the sense of tension and strength of raising troops for a thousand days and using them for a short period of time, not to mention that our preparation time for this operation is less than a month. In addition, if there is no authorization from the State Department and the Ministry of Defense, then what? It won't work either. We're in a race against time."