urban evil king

Dongshan Province, a small town in Ningxi.

Compared with the birthplaces of so many prosperous leaders, there seems to be nothing to commemorate Su Fuhua here. There is no memorial hall, no autograph inscription, and no slogan.

Ning Xi was still the same Ning Xi, she didn't look advanced, but she was peaceful enough.

When Wang Zheng's car drove into the small town of Ningxi at a very high speed, at another high-speed exit of the small town, two cars with capital license plates also approached ferociously.

Wang Zheng knew that the news would definitely leak out, but he was not in the mood to care about how and when the news got out. The Su family had painstakingly operated in China for so many years, so there were naturally many unexpected chess pieces and It is not a problem at all to get this news out.

Wang Zheng didn't know how many cars came from all directions. He Yan had already asked people from the local branch to set up checkpoints on the way to the small town of Ningxi, but some leaked fish still broke in.

The closer the car got to the destination, the more excited Feng Changming's heart became, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, which was a sign of intense inner activity.

In the past few days, Feng Changming still hasn't fully recovered. Most of his life is almost a joke, living in lies and deceit, and the tampered memory has made him a fool for decades. The truth that has been buried in time seems so unbelievable.

When the car they took drove to the outskirts of the small town of Ningxi, Feng Changming was already so excited that he couldn't help it, because he felt extremely familiar.

The environment here was clearly engraved with the memory in his mind.

There is a small village in the outskirts, with uneven houses standing lonely on a large open field. Feng Changming pointed to a few dilapidated bungalows and said in a trembling voice, "That's right there!"

When he said these words, tears filled Feng Changming's eyes. At this time, how could he still have the half-hearted look of "the leader of Pingjiang District"?

Feng Changming had already left home when he was still a teenager, and since he left, his memory has been forcibly modified.

Therefore, in the next few decades, it was another "mother" who lived in Feng Changming's memory. It was precisely because he hadn't thought of it for so many years. When the memory imprisonment was broken, Feng Changming suddenly Thinking of the appearance of my biological mother, I feel very strange.

However, such strangeness is no match for blood and flesh.

Wang Zheng squinted his eyes and looked at it. The house looked like it should have been built three or forty years ago. At that time, this kind of blue brick wall was still very rare. Anyone who could live in this kind of house was from a wealthy family. people.It's just that the passage of time and the erosion of wind and rain have made the once noble blue brick wall dilapidated and decayed.

For decades, even hard things will rot, so what about the human heart?

The young and the young left home and returned to their hometown.

Feng Changming got out of the car and walked towards the dilapidated courtyard step by step. His steps were extremely slow, and his feet seemed extremely heavy.

Looking at that figure, Wang Zheng sighed softly.

Now he began to feel that what he did was not such a cruel thing. After all, at this time, Feng Changming was about to get back his original things.

An old lady with white hair was sitting in the shade of a dilapidated yard. Time had left deep marks on her face, but even though her face was wrinkled and her skin was slack, Wang Zheng could still vaguely see it. From her face, it can be seen how amazing this face used to be.

Who can guarantee that the heart will not change, laughing and watching the vicissitudes of life.Don't cry, don't cry and tell me, there is no ageless face.

Feng Changming stood in front of the old lady with his eyes closed and tears streaming down his face.

The old lady seemed to sense that someone was coming, she opened her eyes with some difficulty, and looked at Feng Changming, the already cloudy eyes began to gradually clear up.

Feng Changming, whose face was full of tears, directly bent his knees and lay down on the ground, unable to kneel for a long time.

At this moment, Wang Zheng was suddenly filled with emotion.

Then, he turned around resolutely and resolutely, leaving this small courtyard to the team of mother and son.

After walking out, Wang Zheng looked up at the blue sky and white clouds in the suburbs of Ningxi, and took a deep breath, which was very fresh and melancholy.

After 5 minutes of silence, Wang Zheng took out his mobile phone and dialed He Yan's number.

"You will never think of who she is." Wang Zheng recalled the vicissitudes of life, and took a deep breath again: "The national goddess of the 60s, Jiang Pingmin."

He Yan was on the other end of the phone, silent for a long time.

Obviously, he was also shocked by the news.

The dust of history will always bury too many things, and let so many beautiful people in the past die with the wind.

"I suddenly feel that this is a bit cruel to them." Wang Zheng looked up at the sky, and there were white clouds.

"Why? At this point, why are you shrinking back?" He Yan knew that the former Wang Zheng was a person who would do anything to achieve his goals, but the current Wang Zheng made him feel a little strange. Of course, this kind of strangeness It doesn't make him feel disgusted.

"Everyone has their own rights." Wang Zheng looked back at the small courtyard with a complicated expression: "It's not easy for them either."

He Yan on the other end of the phone was silent for a minute, and then said: "Everything is up to you to decide."

"Okay." Wang Zheng hung up the phone, and the roar of the car engine could already be heard in his ears.

Such a speed can be achieved in such a place, it is obvious that the comer is not good.

Wang Zheng turned his head and looked at the entrance of the alley. A Grand Cherokee was rushing fiercely towards this side, and Junichi Mitsui was standing in front of the Grand Cherokee, neither dodging nor dodging. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the knife came from bottom to top Lifting it up, a streak of cold light immediately illuminated Wang Zheng's eyes!

For such a long time, no one knows how far Mitsui Junichi's mad sword has been practiced. The position of his sword is just on the left side of the car body, and the sharp sword light bursts the left front tire and shatters the front gear. The windshield also split the driver's head!

The person sitting in the co-pilot was about to shoot, but at this moment, a big puddle of hot, sticky stuff smeared onto his face!

This is my companion's brains!

The left front tire of the Grand Cherokee was blown out, and it immediately slanted toward the low wall next to it. Mitsui Junichi turned sideways calmly, and with a single stroke, a thin line of blood appeared on the neck of the co-pilot!

The person in the co-pilot just felt a chill in his neck, and before he realized what was going on, the Grand Cherokee had already crashed into the courtyard wall next to him!

Following the impact, the co-pilot found out in horror that his head started to roll over, and the whole world was spinning!

When the head rolled down, it revealed the neat and smooth cross-section of his neck that kept spurting blood.

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