Prosperity in the prosperous world: Suo Huanmeng's wife is going to flee

Chapter 317
"You..." The bearded man pointed at Wen Lan with trembling hands, and Wen Lan stared at him without showing any weakness.

"Old Fang, do you think it is necessary to continue this experiment?" Wen Lan turned to the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man frowned: "Why is there no need to proceed?"

"Their purpose is to live a stable life. You also have a granddaughter. Everyone in our military region knows your love for your granddaughter."

"So you should understand family affection? How painful is it to be separated from the one you love?"

"They are willing to sacrifice themselves and separate from their loved ones in order to defend their families and the country."

The white-haired old man snorted coldly: "So what?"

"What they have to do now is to obey my orders."

Wen Lan frowned, knowing that it was meaningless to continue; "The army really made you a group of people make a mess."

"Since you all think that his attitude of not taking human life as life is good, you can go with them." Wen Lan pointed at the surrounding soldiers and shouted angrily.

He took a few steps back, and rushed forward again. His strength was not comparable to these people. It was just because their purpose was to entangle him, and it was difficult for him to break through for a while.

Now, before they could react, they rushed over and held the man hostage, with his hands pinching his throat.

All of them retreated towards the test bench, and the white-haired old man just looked at them, waving his hands to stop those who wanted to come forward.

Wen Lan cut his hand behind his back, and touched the soldier lying on the experimental table with the other hand.

The location of the heart... no heartbeat? ? ! ! !
Wen Lan looked at the man with suspicious eyes, caught the confusion in his eyes, and quickly touched the man's neck with her hand.

No, no, really no pulse!
"Damn." Wen Lan's hand suddenly grabbed the man's neck: "I'm going to kill you."

The man finally couldn't hold back, his face was full of panic: "No, don't, don't kill me."

Wen Lan pinched the man's neck, and the man below had already pointed his gun at him: "Old Fang, he is my only son."

The white-haired old man turned his head and glared angrily at the bearded man: "I gave you face and never touched him, but he has been like this all the time, how can I forgive him?"

"What he wants to kill now is our last hope."

The bearded man also stared at him: "Compared to some shit experiment, my son is of course more important. No one can touch him today. If you touch him, pass me first."

The bearded man took out a gun from his pocket and pointed at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man's angry beard trembled slightly, and he was holding the cane tightly.

"What are you fighting for? What is there to fight for? The last hope? Your last hope killed the man on the test bench in front of your eyes."

"He really treats people like guinea pigs."

Wen Lan's hand gradually tightened, and the people below were already stunned. After a while, the white-haired old man said to the people around him: "Go and see."

"Yes." The man was holding a gun, and the bearded man squinted his eyes, pointing the gun at the man who went up.

The man went up and touched the person on the test bench, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

After coming down, he gave a military salute: "Report, that person is indeed dead."

"The chance of feigning death is not high. The body is already a little cold, which means that there was no heartbeat an hour ago."

"{Maybe right after that syringe is injected..." The man's voice became smaller and smaller under the gaze of the white-haired old man.

At this time, the people who pointed their guns at Wen Lan slowly put them down, and the white-haired old man said coldly: "Did I let you move??"

A few people raised their hands subconsciously, but most of them had already put them down, and Wen Lan's hands were also loosened.

"Seeing is believing. I hope that the soldiers I have led are not so stupid as to be sent up to be used as guinea pigs."

Bai Jing's subordinates and Kuwu's subordinates who have been hiding in the dark will stand up now: "I think Captain Wen is right, how many veterans of Feiying have never been on missions with him?"

"Everyone knows how he treats the team members every time. We can't just obey him in everything just because this person has a higher rank than Captain Wen?"

"In other words, Captain Wen's father is also here, and his military rank is the same as that person's."

The burly subordinates nodded in agreement; "That's right, we were basically taught by Captain Wen. Now pointing a gun at him like this, can we have a good conscience?"

The white-haired old man glared at them: "Shut up."

Bai Jing's subordinates and Kuwu's subordinates looked at each other, and they both closed their mouths, since they had finished talking anyway.

Wen Lan carried the purple-faced man down from the experimental platform step by step: "Old Fang, I can hand this man over to you, but you must withdraw the troops in my Flying Eagle Brigade."

"I'm powerless for other teams, so let me protect my team first."

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

"I don't have one?" Wen Lan squeezed the man's neck tightly.

Before the man swallowed his last breath, the white-haired old man said, "Okay, I promise you."

As soon as Wen Lan let go of his hand, the man began to lose his breath. Wen Lan patted him on the back, and he seemed to be relieved.

Breathing in the oxygen, Wen Lan glanced at the white-haired old man: "Old Fang, I won't see you off, take your soldiers and leave here."

The white-haired old man held his cane tightly, frowned, and finally walked towards the door.

"When did you let him go?"

"When I confirm that Mr. Fang has returned to his territory."

The white-haired old man walked away without looking back, Wen Lan exhaled slowly: "You two come here."

Bai Jing's subordinates and Kuwu's subordinates came to his side and said in unison: "Boss."

"Now gather all the people who are willing to listen to me. If they don't want to, let them request to leave with Mr. Fang. Our Flying Eagle Brigade will not participate in this war."

"We want to retain our strength. Our goal is to defend our country, not to fight against the people. You just convey my meaning. Staying is entirely voluntary."

"Also tell them not to think about being an undercover agent or anything, because our brigade is staying out of the matter this time, I will do what I say, follow me, and follow my philosophy."

"Yes." Bai Jing's subordinates and Kuwu's subordinates led a group of people away to convey his meaning.

The bearded man stuffed the gun into his clothes and squinted at him: "Can you really stay out of it? It's that girl's business."

(End of this chapter)