The cold wind in the morning blows on your body, making you feel that no matter how much you wear, you are not as affordable as walking a few steps and returning home quickly.

The foggy sky, the rising sun is not angry yet, the whole city is still in the fog, a small number of people are starting to be busy all day, the elderly start to get up early to exercise, and start helping children at home prepare breakfast, so that they can eat breakfast when they open their eyes; young people are fighting hard in the alarm clock, fighting hard in the rise or not; the owners of breakfast stalls look at the sky and look forward to another good weather today, and a day of hard work can make a good income.

Most of Zhang Shidong's clothes were dry. He took out the special wallet from his pocket. The wallet was waterproof, the mobile phone was waterproof, and the cigarette was not waterproof. He opened it and took out a hundred yuan to buy a box of cigarettes. He walked on the road while smoking, which became a strange thing in everyone's eyes.

I was busy early in the morning, so I was not as leisurely as this.

Sitting in the square, smoking a cigarette, looking at the huge LED screen that had already started working, stretching her legs, breathing the smell of mist in the air, and watching the layer of mist reappearing on her clothes. If she was next to a large Internet cafe at this moment, people like him would be included in those groups who were fighting in Internet cafes that didn't go home at night. Students were not doing their studies, and adults were not doing their jobs.

How to deal with the above and how to arrange the subsequent arrangements, Zhang Shidong felt that it had nothing to do with him. He was not a person who liked too much power and had formed a correct understanding of those contributions. He would never forget what he should give to you. But when you get too much, you can't bear it yourself. It's better to have fun with everyone.

Why does Zhang Shidong dare to act recklessly? Why is he so awesome? It’s not that anyone can brag about being awesome. You have to give relatively more to get relative feedback. The leader who does not seek fame and fortune is remembered in his heart. He can make the right choice in the face of major issues. Everyone thought that his devil was a failure, and what he left behind was the image of a playboy fighting with others. He wasted the support and encouragement given to him by the country. That night, Zhang Shidong only took one night to reverse everything.

Those who had requests from him suddenly found that there was nothing to say. All the requests seemed unreasonable. They had done everything they could.

The woman was framed and did not take action, but only relied on her absolute strong strength to hurt the other party. After only ten minutes, the other party was chased. As a member of the country, it would be good not to take any damage. She also helped save people.

Leading the team regardless of the obstacles. It strongly demonstrated the bravery of the Chinese soldiers and dared to make trouble in my territory. I would extinguish all your contact points at once. Kill all your peripheral members. If you don’t agree, come to me. Everything was done by me, Zhang Shidong.

Faced with uncertainty, one person went deep into the tiger's den and one person challenged a sect.

Due to grievances, people will work hard, risk their lives to fight, and finally hand over to the main force to finish off and hand over all the credits. Where can I find such a soldier? Are you too harsh if you criticize me? If anyone thinks that Zhang Shidong is not good, then come and see if you can do what he can do.

Meng Lei didn't sleep all night and was rarely sitting in his father's house. There were six series, and the most marginal one was Meng Jingmin's house. He always felt that living here was more comfortable than living in the Standing Committee. With such a difficult son, he never lived there.

"Is it awesome? My master is awesome? Do you think he is awesome?" Meng Lei, who was a little nervous in his pajamas, paced back and forth, slapped Meng Jingmin's desk from time to time, muttering something in his mouth that no one could understand.

Meng Jingmin also did not sleep all night, and it is estimated that many people will find it difficult to fall asleep this night. Diplomacy issues are the things that everyone hates the most. Toughness is not questioned by the superiors, and not being tough will not be scolded by the people below. I thought Zhang Shidong would not work hard, but I didn't expect that he could really do what Su Xixi always emphasized in Yanjing that as long as he did not let him suffer a loss, he could swallow the occasional small setback. Austin put a little rotting poison on Ling Jingyun's leg, and the price was that the beast was crushed and half of his shoulder was cracked and barely flattened.

"Awesome." Meng Jingmin deliberately attacked Meng Lei: "He is your tutor, not your master. There are essential differences here."

Meng Lei did not react at all, as if he had thought of this question a long time ago: "No hurry, arrange for me to go to the Royal Middle School in Yanjing, which has a strong political atmosphere in high school. I will still go back to study here in college, strive to have a party membership for more than five years when I graduated from college, and started working in my junior year. I started working directly after graduating from senior year. I started working at the deputy section level first when I went out..."

Meng Jingmin was stunned. This was the first time he heard his ideals and life plan from his son. Every word appeared repeatedly in his mind and could not be dispelled for a long time.

"I have to have enough time left. When I arrive in Yanjing, I have to be more low-key, so as not to be beaten. It would be best if you can go to Beijing. If you can't go to Beijing, you will also find a direct daughter from a big family to be your fiancée. At least I can save me from five setbacks..."

Meng Jingmin interrupted, "Where is the target?"

Meng Lei: "My master said that utilitarianism can be done by any means, but no matter where you are, you can do a little bit of it for the people under your rule, even if you are a good official."

Meng Jingmin did not evaluate Zhang Shidong's values. He was just curious: "You haven't been in contact with him for a long time, so why do you think what he said is right?"

Meng Lei almost blurted out: "He doesn't pretend, he doesn't have any disguise. I like this, I'll say it all."

Meng Jingmin smiled and said nothing. He took off his glasses and rubbed the stuck position of the frame, and yawned. The father and son returned to the room and lay down at dawn, with their own thoughts.

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All diplomatic rhetoric disappeared after formally going to work on this day.

The embassies and consulates who still wanted to be ripped off the outside of the killer organization shut down.

Transnational commercial spies, political assassination, overlapping, the security department of the entire city became busy, and Interpol also sent special members to interrogate the peripheral members of the killer organization. Seeing the disabled who had just finished surgery and had not yet had anesthetics, they unconsciously took a breath.

Zhang Shidong was bombarded with a hand cannon in the wharf container, and in the end only six people were left alive. All of these six people had no limbs, and they were cut off and there was a possibility of being connected. They were smashed and lost. How to recover from their flesh and blood.

The Interpol also wanted to contact Zhang Shidong, but was rejected by Po Jun, who was in charge of the matter, and it was difficult to issue an announcement with a diplomatic tough attitude. If the killer organizations in various countries were not convinced, they could make an appointment for a fight and respond at any time. China only had one requirement for this, not to set up any linkage locations in China. If I don’t find it, I found that it would be a loss without any mercy. If you want to cause trouble in China, those foreign mercenary killer organizations that were once dismissed and the mysterious Jianghu sect Chen Sect are the best examples. Only if you defeat the warriors in China are qualified to operate underground in this country.

Arrogant, domineering, and strong attitude, Pojun showed all the attitudes he had shown above.

The uncles of Chen Zong Qingfeng are famous and powerful figures in the United States at a certain level. They are also top-notch masters in the Chinese organizations there. They have been praised by the country's special forces and powerful soldiers. Will the sects they came from are weak? How strong should that person be if such a strong sect was defeated by one person?

This is the strong capital of Pojun. Zhang Shidong's wonderful performance under the gaze of the crowd that night made a diplomatic rhetoric that was shouting slogans so tough that the Interpol left and returned. They also had a desire for such a powerful soldier. When they fought with various countries or requested temporary assistance, if such a person could come, it would undoubtedly make the combat operation simple.

While the entire Demon City was talking about the three words Zhang Shidong, he was sitting in the newsstand at the entrance of the yard, playing poker with several idle lazy people in the Demon City and a retired half-grown old man. He had just experienced a battle that did not fully release his murderous intent. He relied on the mysterious martial arts to adjust, but his inner restlessness was not calmed down by sleeping. When he was a child, he liked to watch those adults playing poker under street lights, holding cigarettes and bare hands to win and lose for dozens of yuan, but he had a lot of fun.

They are not gambling, they are just entertainment, they just want to use a little bit of benefits to eliminate the boredom of daily work.

This is what Zhang Shidong is now. He lost more than 100 yuan in poker shortly. He didn't care. He just played rampantly, making everyone know which card he was good and which bad.

Tai Shu Liuli stood at the door of the newsstand, dressed in a classical temperament style, her hair tied with a wooden hairpin, her pure naturalness without makeup, her tranquility and a touch of excitement in her eyes, not concealed by the excitement of seeing Zhang Shidong.

Generally speaking, no matter whether they are familiar or not, this scene should be a joke that everyone will take over by the person watching the fun. Everyone smiled ambiguously and sent Zhang Shidong away, but when facing Tai Shu Liuli, they really couldn't do such a thing.

"I was expelled from the sect and had no place to go."

The first sentence was that Tai Shu Liuli broke the supposedly ambiguous atmosphere.

Zhang Shidong did not disappoint her: "It's just right. I'm washing clothes, cooking and raising children at home. If I don't like this, I'll find a beautiful place to build a home for you. I'll pursue whatever life you like. I can go back to Tibet and Yunnan."

The next sentence from Tai Shu Liuli hit Zhang Shidong a lot. He was hit. The picture in the yard was in trouble. He just finished taking a shower and lay on the bed enjoying the warm air of the air conditioner. His eyelids drooped and he was about to fall asleep. Zhang Shidong rode on it and beat him violently.

"I like it here. There is a picture of God's messenger. It has been to Tibet and I have seen it. My Tibetan mastiff is the crystallization of it and a snow mastiff on the plateau."

"Then you go to sleep with it." Zhang Shidong shook his hand upstairs, and a soft voice came from his ears: "I'll go up and take a shower first..."
Chapter completed!