Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 63

An Zhiyong took a glass bottle and went to a shop near his home to break up the wine.

In the past few days, I have a prosthetic leg, um, the master in Anyang said it is called a prosthetic limb.

An Zhiyong especially likes to walk.

Lost will be more cherished.

It is vividly reflected in An Zhiyong.

"Little thief, don't run away..."

There was a roar not far away, An Zhiyong looked over, and two figures entered the alley one after the other.

At this stage, there are a lot of outsiders, leading to rampant crimes committed by the Three Hands. An Zhiyong wanted to try his own legs, so he seized the opportunity.

He flew after him.

It can be vaguely seen that there is a little uncoordination when walking and running.

It's not that the left leg doesn't follow, but that the left leg is obviously pushing the ground too hard, and the span of the legs is different, which causes An Zhiyong's body to constantly adjust, with a feeling of fast and slow.

While uncoordinated, it's pretty fast.

Followed by two people who seemed to be equally brave, they rushed into the alley.

The two were obviously closer, but An Zhiyong was fast and chased after him.

After walking for more than 30 meters, the two people who called to catch the thief and the thief turned into a narrow alley.

An Zhiyong's house was nearby, so he knew it was a dead end.

As soon as my heart moved, my feet slowed down a bit.

It is impossible for the Buddha who committed the crime nearby not to understand the terrain, how could he get into a dead end.

Unless there is a problem.

The two people in front had nothing to hide, and turned around immediately after.

then……

There were several sounds of body collisions and muffled hums.

When An Zhiyong turned around, the two chasing figures were already lying on the ground.

One of them was bleeding from the back of his head.

The two people in front of the chase unexpectedly stood side by side, obviously they were pretending to be accomplices.

On the main road, when An Zhiyong started the car, the two of them got into the alley one after another, so they didn't notice that there was another figure following besides the two plainclothes stalking them.

"Tch, meddling in other people's business, lame, you hurry up and get rid of him."

An Zhiyong took advantage of the time the two were talking, and pretended to turn around and run away. When the guy pretending to be a thief named Laizi rushed over to intercept him, he made a sudden slide to get out of the front of Laizi, went around to the side, twisted his waist, and swung his legs... …

left leg.

bump!
Laizi flew upside down for more than three meters, and his back directly came into close contact with the green brick wall.

Wow……

A mouthful of blood spurted out, with visceral fragments entrained.

It was like being hit head-on by a moving train.

The one who obviously seemed to be the leader was also taken aback.

Then he took out a dagger from his trouser pocket, about twenty centimeters in length,

Hold it upside down, making a seemingly professional posture.

An Zhiyong didn't give him a chance to prepare, and it was a kick to meet him.

That person might have thought that he had encountered a fool, his eyes flashed fiercely, he raised his dagger and stabbed at him.

Clang... touch!

A figure flew up into the air again, and hit the wall just like the last one named Laizi, but he didn't spit out his internal organs.

An Zhiyong held back a little bit.

He was also taken aback by the effect of the first kick flying out.

Although the two pretended to chase and escape, the situation of the two who actually ambushed and acted bravely later showed that the former two were not good people.

But everything is not absolute, An Zhiyong didn't intend to kill anyone at first.

Just thinking about uniforms.

I didn't expect the real effect to be so amazing.

An Zhiyong was full of confidence.

It's like suddenly turning from crippled to superman.

At this time, the person in the blue jacket lying on the ground groaned.

An Zhiyong took a step back warily, and faintly blocked the entrance of the alley.

There is a dead end inside, no matter who is good and who is bad between these two groups, just don't let one go for the time being.

"Comrade, I'm from the General Staff, those two are secret agents, thank you for your help... Fuck, I almost got fucked..."

An Zhiyong took the lost ID and glanced at it.

"This comrade's injury is not serious, do you want to send him to the hospital as soon as possible?"

"No...it's nothing to worry about, damn it, I've been hunting birds all day, but I was pecked by birds..."

An Zhiyong: ...

These two guys are better than the other, but they are easily brought down by others?
If he hadn't come in time, let those two guys take out their daggers and hit each of them a few times, and they could go to learn from Comrade Marx in person.

There were rapid footsteps behind him.

An Zhiyong turned sideways to guard against him, covering his back with a wall.

just in case.

In fact, the whole process took only about one minute. Perhaps without An Zhiyong, the stalking and fishing operation carried out by the relevant personnel of the Second Department of the General Staff could have arrived.

But it's hard to say if it's in time.

An Zhiyong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person who came at the entrance of the alley.

Two of them were old acquaintances.

Not too long ago we fought together.

"Chief An?"

A female officer spoke suspiciously.

"Comrade Ai, long time no see."

"you are not……"

The female officer's name was Ai Mulin, and she stopped in mid-sentence, staring at An Zhiyong's left leg.

An Zhiyong raised his trouser legs.

"This... who designed it for you?"

Next to him was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He was also wearing a military uniform, but it seemed that he was more likely to be a civilian. He was still panting, like a windmill.

An Zhiyong frowned, but said nothing.

"Bring back."

Ai Mulin was the commander of this operation. He waved his hand and said to An Zhiyong: "Comrade An Zhiyong, please come with us too. We need to confirm some things."

"it is good."

An Zhiyong pondered for a few seconds, then nodded.

An Zhiyong went out of the alley, got into Ai Mulin's jeep, and the group arrived at the special operations team under the Second Department of the General Staff.

Ai Mu is the leader of the fourth group.

I had contact with An Zhiyong in the previous night's battle.

It is a comrade in arms who fought together.

First of all, the important thing is why An Zhiyong appeared in that place, and what happened after chasing him.

After understanding clearly, he changed to the middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"Hello, Comrade An, my name is Liu Andong, who assembled your prosthetic limb for you..."

"Is the matter of the prosthesis related to this operation?"

"That's not true, but..."

"I need to communicate with the comrade who made this leg first, and I can tell you only after I get permission from the other party. Sorry."

Liu Andong didn't give up, and wanted to continue. At this moment, Ai Muzhen pushed the door in and said, "There's news, let's go now."

"Old Liu, please send Comrade An Zhiyong off. If there is any problem, we will talk about it after this operation is over."

"Okay... okay."

When An Zhiyong walked out of the yard, he saw two jeeps and a truck speeding away.

It is estimated that this is another fierce battle, An Zhiyong's blood is boiling, but the timing is not right, and there is no possibility for him to participate in the battle for the time being.

In the first car, Li Yuan with a bandage on his head asked, "Boss, where is the location?"

"On the upper side of the mountain, an abandoned spare tomb on the back side of the mountain."

"Fuck, no wonder I couldn't find it no matter how hard I searched, I dared to fly out for more than 100 miles..."

"Okay, take a break while you have time. When you get to the place, you still don't know the specific situation. It's up to you."

"Don't worry, boss, you still don't understand me, I will never stretch my hips."

"Hmph, if Comrade An Zhiyong hadn't appeared in time this time, I guess I would have to say goodbye to you and Guo Qiang's body..."

"Uh... I made a mistake for a while, who would have thought that a cooperative player would suddenly appear."

"By the way, Comrade An Zhiyong's whip leg is very powerful. It must compete with Tan's leg taught by Qi in the car behind... Is that leg also from the research institute above us?"

Guo Qiang asked.

"Definitely not, or else Old Liu would be so anxious to ask..."

"Mechanical legs and feet are no better than mechanical arms. The man behind An Zhiyong is definitely a talent..."

"Whether it's a talent or a spy, we will have to carefully screen it out. No one can say for sure now."

"Yes, the technology in this area is still ahead of us."

"I'll catch up."

Ai Muzhen ended the conversation with a word of expectation.

The jeep fell into silence, and everyone closed their eyes to rest while hurrying.

Because it was predictable, another big battle would follow, and it was about to break out.

(End of this chapter)