urban evil king

Wang Zheng was driving, and Zhang Miaomiao was watching him intently from the co-pilot. Zhang Miaomiao also knew that such opportunities were becoming less and less.

In the evening, it was the rush hour for get off work, and the road in Jinling was very congested, and the cars drove very slowly, as if they were moving forward slowly.But Zhang Miaomiao felt very happy. She wished that the road would be a little more congested, so that she and Wang Zheng could be alone for a longer time.

"Isn't the International Special Forces Competition starting soon? Why hasn't the Huaxia team set off yet?" Wang Zheng remembered that Han Tuoya said that the competition should have started a few days ago.

"It is said that something happened to the organizer, and the host location for this year has also been temporarily changed." Zhang Miaomiao thought about it and said, "I don't know the specifics."

Wang Zheng frowned: "What happened to make the host country of the International Special Forces Competition even change the venue?"

Wang Zheng used to be a special soldier, and he knew better than anyone else that this kind of special soldier competition, which symbolized the most powerful combat force in the world, was held every three years. Being able to represent his country to participate in such a competition was the lifelong pride of every special soldier.This is a grand event in the world's military circles, and each host country has carefully prepared for more than a year. In Wang Zheng's impression, it seems that there has never been a case where the venue of the competition has been changed due to an emergency!

However, Wang Zheng realized in a blink of an eye that the team sent by Huaxia this time was the "New Dragon Scale" based on the strength of the direct lineage of the Su family. When he thought of this term, Wang Zheng felt a little unhappy, no, very unhappy.Can this team represent China?Even if Zhang Hongqi and others can be the fighting champions of the military division, but can their special combat skills really pass the test?

Wang Zheng shook his head, he didn't even bother to think about it now, it had nothing to do with him.

"I really don't know." Zhang Miaomiao was also very helpless. Based on her source, it was already very rare to know the news of the postponement of the International Special Forces Competition.

"You should ask my brother for details, maybe he knows a little more." Thinking of this, Zhang Miaomiao suddenly smiled and said, "But he might not be willing to tell you."

"He definitely doesn't want to tell me." Wang Zheng rubbed his nose mockingly: "If I were him, I would curse that guy named Wang Zheng to die every day."

When Wang Zheng came to Nanjiang for the first time, he had a conflict with Zhang Hongqi's team on the highway. At that time, Wang Zheng hit an iron mountain and directly hit Zhang Hongqi with serious injuries. He was lying in the hospital for nearly half a year before recovering. Naturally, the latter hated Wang Zheng so much.

"Actually, participating in such a competition has a certain mortality rate." Wang Zheng glanced at Zhang Miaomiao, and said what he was thinking: "There are many terrains that are drilled with live ammunition, and the bullets have no eyes. Maybe if you lose your life there, your father will let your brother go to participate?"

"I know that." Zhang Miaomiao also sighed, and said, "My dad definitely doesn't want him to participate in such a dangerous thing, but when the higher-ups notified that the Nanjiang Garrison District has a quota, my brother couldn't control it. , must participate, and said that this is the glory of the soldiers, if you don't participate, it will be a lifetime of regret. My parents really can't hold him back, so they have to let him go."

A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zheng's mouth: "From some perspectives, Zhang Hongqi is not a qualified soldier, but from other perspectives, he is very outstanding."

What Wang Zheng said was also true. Zhang Hongqi was narrow-minded, used public tools for private purposes, and led his troops to openly use guns to avenge private revenge. It seems that he is not very qualified in this regard, but if he is another rich second-generation official second-generation, he may not be able to do so at all. He will have the mentality of entering the army for training, and he will not become the champion of fighting in the entire Nanjiang garrison area. He will also be determined to participate in the extremely dangerous international special forces competition.

Wang Zheng believes that if Zhang Hongqi can get rid of his temper of vengeance, then the road ahead will be broader.

Even if the road is blocked again, there will be a moment of smooth flow.

How much Zhang Miaomiao hoped that this road could be longer, with no end in sight, but this was simply an extravagant wish.

The family compound of the Provincial Party Committee is already in sight.

Seeing that the Audi was coming without a pass, the guard stretched out his hand to stop it, but Zhang Miaomiao pressed down on the car window and smiled, and the guard let it go automatically.

Just kidding, the little princess of the secretary of the provincial party committee is sitting in the passenger seat, who would dare to stop this car?

When he arrived in front of the small building where Zhang Binghao lived, Wang Zheng stopped the car and took a small bag from the back seat.

"What is this?" Zhang Miaomiao asked very strangely.

"I'm coming to your house as a guest, so I have to bring a small gift anyway. It's a shame to come empty-handed." Wang Zheng said, "This is the top-quality Dahongpao. I got it when I went to Fuzhou last time."

"Extreme Dahongpao?" Zhang Miaomiao asked in surprise, "Could it be from the two tea trees in Jiulong Nest? That's a tribute!"

"The tribute is a piece of wool. Zhang Yanxing resells the new tea every year. This item alone can bring in more than [-] million yuan to the Zhang family."

"So many, it's really huge profits." Zhang Miaomiao shook her head.

"You need to say a few taels for this bag, right? How did you get it? Would the Zhang family be willing to give it to you?" Zhang Miaomiao knew that if the tea in this small bag was really the top-grade Dahongpao from Nine Dragons, it would have been It's sky-high.

"No, how could they be willing to give it to me? I borrowed flowers to present Buddha, and I came here from Zhang Yanxing's office." Wang Zheng laughed.

Entering the living room, Wang Zheng saw Zhang Binghao sitting on the sofa, so he called out respectfully: "Uncle Zhang."

"I haven't seen Wang Zheng for a long time." Zhang Binghao said with a smile.

"Dad, look at what Wang Zheng brought you." Zhang Miaomiao took the small package over: "Don't you like drinking tea, this is the top grade Dahongpao."

Zhang Binghao heard the words, even though he was in a high position and calm, it was difficult to hide the shock in his eyes at this time.

"Extreme Dahongpao?" Hearing this, Zhang Binghao immediately pushed the package away: "I can't take it! It's too expensive!"

Zhang Binghao didn't care how Wang Zheng got this top-quality Dahongpao, but he knew deeply how much this small package was worth. If he accepted it, it would also be a huge stain on his official reputation.

"Dad, to tell you the truth, Wang Zheng stole it." Zhang Miaomiao laughed.

"Stole it?" Zhang Binghao didn't turn the corner for a while, and didn't understand what his daughter meant.

"It was ordered from Zhang Yanxing's office." Wang Zheng said with a smile.