violent love affair

Fang Shuping attaches great importance to the matter of going to see his "father-in-law" for the first time, and he is also very nervous-this can be seen from the fact that he kept pulling Aji repeatedly to confirm whether he was dressed solemnly while waiting for the helicopter to arrive. come out.

"Mr. Fang," Aji said speechlessly, "You really don't have to be so nervous. Mr. Du is not as vicious as those people say outside...and if you grab your hair again, it will be even less dignified!"

"Go, go, go," Fang Shuping booed him, "Kids don't care about adults' affairs...Damn it, I haven't brought a gift to my father-in-law yet! Help me think about what your father-in-law loves the most?"

"...As long as you don't call him old man, that's the best gift." Aki said honestly.

"The first time I come to the door empty-handed, it will lower my low impression score." Fang Shuping was circling anxiously, "Antiques? Tea? Jade? Inflatable dolls? I rely on things to use them, and I hate them. It's all in the country!"

Aji looked at the sky speechlessly: Mr. Fang, although your evaluation of yourself is very pertinent, but you have completely misunderstood the meaning of this meeting!What is going on with the mentality of a new son-in-law coming to the house or a new daughter-in-law seeing her in-laws? Du Shao, he has been taken away and hasn't come back. That's the point, right?

"Yes!" Fang Shuping slapped his head and said happily, "I know, I just bring Zhuo Yang back safely! My father-in-law will definitely give me a high opinion of me because of this!"

Aji, who automatically ignores the word "Old Zhangren", was greatly moved when he heard the words, and deeply felt that although Fang Ershao was unreliable in his words, he was still extremely reliable in doing things.

A small helicopter landed steadily on the simple apron on Mount Rocky, and the airflow from the propellers blew Fang Shuping's clothes flying off it.

Taking a deep breath of air, Fang Shuping stepped onto the largest headquarters of the Du family in the United States. After tidying up his attire, he nodded to Aji: "Lead the way."

Aji didn't dare to talk nonsense, and led Fang Shuping towards the main building, and when he walked him to the door, he whispered, "Mr. Fang, please come in. If you go further in, it's not a place I can enter."

Fang Shuping stretched out his hand and pushed open the whole red lacquered door made of mahogany, and saw Erye Du sitting at the main seat in the hall at a glance.

Du Zihong held a briar wood pipe he was biting in his hand, and waved his hand at Fang Shuping as a greeting: "Are you here?"

Fang Shuping had just closed the door, and before he could figure out what to call his "father-in-law", Du Zihong asked, "You are Fang Shuping? Is it because of you or because of that kid from the Shao family?" ? Let Zhuo Yang have dinner with more than a dozen girls in a row, but in the end he didn't choose a hen that can only lay eggs."

So, Second Young Master Fang immediately bowed to Du Zihong respectfully, "Hello, Dad!"

Du Erye choked his throat with one puff of cigarette, and coughed muffledly for a long time, unable to breathe freely.

"Your temperament is so different from your old man, but it's a bit like your grandfather's exuberant temperament when he was young." After finally breathing smoothly, Du Zihong put the pipe in his hand aside, and pointed at himself not far away. One of the chairs said, "Sit."

"That girl from the Meng family," Du Zihong squinted at Fang Shuping, "only had half a meal with Zhuo Yang, and she insisted on marrying him. So, you call me 'Daddy', Isn't it a little too big?"

Fang Shuping, who has Aji as an intelligence officer, has long known the Yingying and Yanyan who had dinner with Du Zhuoyang very well, and immediately said after hearing the words: "That little girl from the Meng family is less than 1 meters tall. If you ask him to be your daughter-in-law, your grandson will never surpass this level in the future."

Du Zihong actually followed his words and nodded, "That's right! In this way, the eldest girl of the Qi family is very suitable. She is tall and has a round face. She is a wealthy person."

"It's been so old, why are you still superstitious about it?" Fang Shuping picked up the pipe that Du Zihong threw on the table, knocked it down and cleared the ash for him with a tobacco knife. He picked up the shredded tobacco box on the side, pressed down the pipe full of shredded tobacco firmly, handed it to Du Zihong, then turned sideways to light the fire for him.

Du Zihong watched his skillful movements with cold eyes, then took the pipe he handed over, approached the match he was wiping, and after taking two puffs, he said: "The shredded tobacco is well pressed... According to what you say, what do you mean?"

Fang Shuping shook out the matchstick in his hand, and lightly flicked it into the ashtray beside him: "Now that medicine has advanced so much, the technology of extracting stem cells to cultivate egg cells has been broken by research groups in many countries several years ago. So, what I mean is: If... If, there is a grandson who inherits all the advantages of Zhuo Yang and me, what do you think?"

Du Zihong lowered his eyes, smoking the pipe in his hand, and did not answer Fang Shuping's words right away.

"I'm 1 meters tall - this data can be followed by the word 'point five' as an embellishment, IQ 87, strong physique, no bad habits, no family history of genetic diseases, boxing, Tang Shou, judo, muay thai Jeet Kune Do, Jeet Kune Do, and I can boast that I am quite proficient in it. I once fought black market boxing in the United States with more victories and fewer losses. In addition, I also learned the marksmanship from my old man..." Fang Shuping continued, "Look, What else do you want to know?"

Du Zihong took the tobacco knife on the side, picked up the pipe in his hand twice, but did not put it back into his mouth, but pinched it with his fingers, and asked thoughtfully: "...the technique you mentioned is mature. ?"

Fang Shuping replied solemnly: "If you don't believe my one-sided statement, you can ask any expert in this field."

"If... I mean if," Du Zihong said slowly, "there will be this child. Is the surname 'Fang' or 'Du'?"

"Let's call him 'Du Fangfang'!" Fang Shuping said flatteringly.

"It depends on Zhuo Yang's opinion," Du Zihong put the pipe on the small shelf beside him, "I still think...the more grandchildren the better."

"As many as you want!" Fang Shuping assured, patting his chest.

"...'Du Fangfang' is too ugly!" Second Master Du endured and endured, and finally burst into a foul language, "What a fucking rotten name!"

Fang Shuping pays attention to "quick, accurate, ruthless" and one hit is sure to hit when attacking. This is not only reflected in his business methods and fighting skills, but also in his speculation and persuasion of people's hearts in order to achieve his wishes.

The word "children" is Du Zihong's most concerned issue, but not only can he grasp the mentality of this, but also use the situation to persuade the other party to accept him, it is impossible for anyone else to do better than Fang Shuping.

Fang Shuping, who was worried that his poor naming skills would be directly disliked by his "father-in-law", after hearing Du Zihong's next sentence, he immediately put his worries aside.

"Zhuo Yang is now in the State Prison in Senakia State." Du Zihong tapped his finger on the armrest of the grand master's chair under him and said, "I just got the news just a few minutes before you arrived here."

Fang Shuping stood up with a bang: "How can this work! Most of the state prisons are locked up by a group of gangsters, and there are several people there who are Zhuo Yang's enemies. And Zhuo Yang is still not there. If you haven’t been convicted, how could you be locked up there?!”

Du Zihong kept tapping on the armrest of the chair with his fingers: "Probably some people think that my Du family's potential threat is too great."

"No!" Fang Shuping turned around and walked out the door, "I can't let him stay in that kind of place alone!"

"Come back!" Du Zihong shouted loudly, stopping Fang Shuping's footsteps—in just a few seconds, he had already strode to the door, "What can you do in such a hurry?" ?”

Fang Shuping turned around and said with a gloomy face, "I can ask the military to issue an identity certificate and ask them to extradite Zhuo Yang..."

Du Zihong interrupted him directly: "If you care about it, you will cause chaos! If you do what you say, what's the point of my Du family's evacuation from Huaguo?"

Fang Shuping stood there unwillingly, the depression and worry in his heart made him almost go crazy.

"I can't see, but you are very protective of Zhuo Yang." Du Zihong picked up the pipe that was put aside, knocked on the place where Fang Shufang had just sat, and said again, "Come back."

Fang Shuping didn't move his feet, he still stood there straight.

"Don't underestimate Zhuo Yang and our Du family." Du Zihong said, "In terms of influence alone, my Du family is not necessarily worse than your Fang family, but it lacks the official background on the table. But this Well, on the contrary, some things are easier to do well.”

"I can't wait here," Fang Shuping said through gritted teeth, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice, "I can't wait for him to stay there for a second longer...I can't wait..."

His mind was buzzing, and all his usual eloquence had turned into air, leaving only the infinitely magnified anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

After taking two deep breaths to stabilize his emotions, Fang Shuping continued, "I don't know why, but since you told me the news, I..."

He pressed his right hand hard on his left chest: "I feel like something is about to jump out..."

In fact, Fang Shuping did not finish his sentence.Because at this moment, in his heart, the feeling that something wanted to jump out... was a sense of growing anxiety.

"Just wait another 12 hours for me," Du Zihong finally said, "If things haven't changed by then, you can do it in your own way."

After stepping into the cell, which only had a hard wooden bed and luxurious bathroom facilities, even if it was described as "rudimentary", the handcuffs on Du Zhuoyang's hands were caught by the two policemen who followed him into the cell. One of them took it down.

Another policeman took out a huge kraft paper bag and said in a businesslike tone: "Mr. Du, please take off all your clothes here, take off your watch, and change into uniform clothes."

In the kraft paper pocket was a two-piece orange prison uniform, plus a pair of pure white underwear.

Du Zhuoyang took the kraft paper bag: "Here?"

The two policemen inside and the six policemen standing in the corridor outside nodded silently, showing no intention of leaving or evading.

Even the criminals in the cells on both sides of the entire corridor whistled one after another, staring loudly and maliciously.

The corners of Du Zhuoyang's lips hooked slightly, and he took off his coat neatly, followed by his shirt, then his belt and black trousers, and finally a pair of black underwear.

Wearing clothes, he only looks tall and slender, but after completely removing the cover of the clothes, he completely reveals the smooth muscle lines hidden under them, not only does not give people a strange appearance of being too thin or too muscular , on the contrary, it showed the terrible explosive power hidden under this layer of well-proportioned muscles.

It grabs attention like a cheetah ready to go.

To obtain such a body of muscle, not only must a huge amount of time and energy be invested in training, but also a series of strict and detailed plans must be provided by professional nutritionists, dietitians, and fighting coaches. .

Du Zhuoyang, who changed his prison uniform unhurriedly, didn't see any embarrassment, and sat down on the narrow hard wooden bed, answering the questions from the prison doctor who came later.

After asking a bunch of routine questions such as height, weight, heart disease, high blood pressure, high blood fat, history of allergies, surgery history, AIDS, etc., the middle-aged black lady with round glasses opened the second page of the folder. Page: "In the past year, how many women have you slept with?"

Du Zhuoyang raised his eyebrows: "No."

——In the past year, he had Shao Yichen in his heart, and he still had to face the test of taking the Du family to evacuate from Huaguo without hurting his bones. How could he have this free time to play with women?If you ask about the past three years, this number may be even larger.

"In the past year, how many men have you slept with?" The middle-aged woman asked sternly.

"...No!" Du Zhuoyang replied decisively with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

After a series of tedious procedures were completed, Du Zhuoyang was finally able to be alone after a dull knocking sound of the door lock.

The "neighbors" in his cell didn't seem very friendly, and he clearly recognized at least four familiar faces just after a burst of yelling and booing.

These four people have all suffered a lot of losses under his hands.Although he had expected the arrest this time, he did not expect to be detained in this place.

Slowly laying down on the plank bed that only allows one person to lie down and even turn over carefully, Du Zhuoyang turned a deaf ear to the complicated greetings from the "neighbors" and stared at the glaring white ceiling thinking about something.

——I don’t know if Aji’s small body can suppress possible mutiny in the house, even those militants will clamor and rush out to fight desperately... If Ming Shan or Ji Boda can sit in the town, you can rest assured There are too many, but it is a pity that the spread of the booth is too large, and many things must be arranged for them to do it by themselves.

Thinking of this, Du Zhuoyang's mind suddenly appeared in the eye contact with Fang Shuping before he got into the car yesterday, and the figure of Fang Shuping he saw in the training room that day: the wound on the man's body burst and brought out Not only did the blood stains not hinder his movement, but it seemed to fuel his viciousness... If it was a real otaku instead of the FBI's elite with such a violent attack, he might be beaten half to death in a matter of seconds between things.

——Obviously just a financial player, where did he get such a big attack power?Or is it the infiltration of a military family in the final analysis?

Although he was very reluctant, Du Zhuoyang had to admit that Fang Shuping's explosive power was astonishing. In the past several confrontations, even he could not immediately gain the upper hand.

——If he is willing to come forward, maybe... he can control the situation a little bit.

Due to the temporary detention, Du Zhuoyang did not have to participate in the release activities in the prison: after all, he should be released in less than 40 hours.

In the huge courtyard enclosed under the high wall grid, prisoners in twos and threes are enjoying their rare time to breathe.

With a height of more than two meters, the Caucasian Vajim can be easily distinguished in the crowd. At this moment, he is whispering something to a thin man: "Have you found out? Why was he locked in? of?"

The man who looks more and more wretched because of his thinness is the "intelligence officer" of this state prison, and he can get any gossip, cigarettes, spirits and other contraband.

Now, he is sneakily whispering to Vajim: "He has not been sentenced, but was involved in a case of intentional wounding and temporarily detained here."

"Is it just temporarily detained?" Vajim rubbed his ugly scarred chin with his thick knuckles, "It is impossible for him to leave any evidence that can be used by those cops."

"That's right," the mouse-like man said rustlingly, "I heard that someone has already started to put pressure on the FBI...he won't stay here for long."

Vajim took out a large circle of green banknotes from his trousers pocket, and quietly stuffed them to the man beside him: "Listen, you can find a way to bribe the pig-raised policeman who is on duty today, and give me money in his pocket." Add something to the food, and then put me in his cell in the middle of the night."

After taking the roll of banknotes and weighing them twice in his hand, the little man curled up his lips in dissatisfaction, showing two rows of uneven teeth: "The price you offered is too low, and you can't even pay for this thing. Even if it’s not enough, I don’t want to make money-losing business.”

Vajim gave him a dissatisfied look, then bent over and pulled out a thin piece of paper from the sole of his shoe.

It was a large bearer cash check.

"Good job!" Vajim patted the little man hard, causing the latter to shrug his shoulders and stagger for several steps, "...I want to leave an unforgettable memory for our 'Prince' memory."

Thinking of the excitement, he couldn't help grinning again, but the exposed two broken front teeth diluted the ferociousness in this smile.