Rebirth of the Flying Era

Long Yonglin stepped on the brakes.

"Fuck!" Huang Yu, who was riding a motorcycle behind, was shaken and almost hit the rear of the car.

"Brother Du, what's wrong?" Long Yonglin turned around and asked.

Du Fei did not explain, only said: "Stop here and wait for a while."

After finishing speaking, Du Fei leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Long Yonglin and Wang Zhijun looked at each other, both of them confused.

Ci Xin, who was sitting next to Du Fei, said nothing. He seemed to be a transparent person throughout the whole process, following Du Fei's steps.

At this time, Huang Yu came from behind and asked, "Yonglin, what's wrong?"

Long Yonglin pursed his lips to the back and whispered: "Brother Du, please wait."

Du Fei looked at the village committee that had just come out through his vision.

Shijiacun is located at the foot of Qingyan Temple.

Thinking about it with his heels, he knew that the relationship between the village party secretary and Ma Sanmei was unusual.

So Du Fei half-believed what Party Secretary Shi said just now.

Talking about going to Ma Dongmei with Wang Zhijun was just to lure the snake out of its hole.

Party Secretary Shi mistakenly thought that they had gone to Xiancheng, but in fact they had not gone far.

Let’s see how the secretary-general will react next.

If he stood still, it meant that the Secretary of History was either very deep in the city, or he really had little contact with Ma Sanmei.

But this is unlikely.

More likely, as soon as Du Fei and the others left, Party Secretary Shi went to deliver the message.

Du Fei just noticed that there was no telephone in the village committee.

A few minutes later, Party Secretary Shi came out of the village committee, rode a bicycle and headed straight for the county seat.

Logically speaking, Du Fei and his friends would definitely not meet each other in a car and a motorcycle even though they were traveling in the same direction.

However, Party Secretary Shi did not expect this.

Not far out of the village, he saw a car parked on the dirt road ahead.

Suddenly my heart skipped a beat, thinking that I couldn't be so unlucky, could I? Did the car break down?

Feeling guilty as a thief, he immediately stopped and planned to turn around and go back.

Unexpectedly, the door of the jeep more than 20 meters in front suddenly opened.

Du Fei came out and waved to him.

Secretary Shi couldn't help but lick his lips, secretly regretting that he shouldn't have come out in a hurry.

But it was too late to say anything now, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue riding.

At the same time, Long Yonglin and several others also got out of the car.

Secretary Shi was looked at by several people, and he felt like there was a light on his back.

He walked over and laughed dryly: "Boss, the car broke down?"

Du Fei seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and instead of answering he asked: "Where is the branch secretary going?"

Party Secretary Shi's eyes dodged: "Um... there's something going on in the village. Let's go to the commune."

"Really?" Du Fei sneered: "That's just right, let's take our car and go together~"

Secretary Shi waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I don't have the nerve to trouble you. Besides, it's not far, I'll be there in a minute."

Du Fei didn't listen to him and said to Wang Zhijun: "Please get in the car, Party Secretary Shi."

Wang Zhijun knew that he must not hesitate at this time.

Although he had some friendship with Party Secretary Shi, that friendship was worthless here.

He immediately took a step forward and said, "Old Shi, don't make it difficult for me."

Secretary Shi's face was filled with tears. He didn't realize that he had revealed his secret. He immediately changed his expression, glared with a ferocious face, pointed his hand and shouted: "I am a disciple of Ma Daxian, who of you dare to touch me..."

But before he could finish his words, Long Yonglin came up and fired an electric cannon.

Long Yonglin practices Shaobei Quan. As his body has grown in recent years, his kung fu has not dropped, and his shots are accurate and ruthless.

He immediately slapped Party Secretary Shi all over his face, and then gave him a flat kick in the stomach.

He scolded: "Baden, who are you pointing your fingers at?"

Huang Yu also took a step forward, but his skills were not as good as Long Yonglin's, so he was half a beat too slow.

Party Secretary Shi screamed "Oh!" His old arms and legs couldn't bear this.

The arrogance he had just had disappeared in an instant, and he lay on the ground, begging for mercy.

Wang Zhijun looked at it, feeling a little complicated.

After all, they had known each other for many years, and since Party Secretary Shi was already quite old, he felt a little sorry.

But if you don't let go of your regrets, it won't affect anything else.

Seeing Party Secretary Shi being beaten to the ground by Long Yonglin, Wang Zhijun immediately took out the handcuffs from his body and went up to handcuff him.

But as soon as he bent down, Du Fei grabbed him.

Wang Zhijun was stunned and looked back at Du Fei, not understanding what he meant.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Du Fei holding a Type 54 pistol in his hand.

The gun was pointed at Secretary Shi who was lying sideways on the ground, and he scolded coldly: "Stop playing tricks and stand up yourself, or else one shot will lift your heavenly spirit cap."

Secretary Shi's body stiffened, and he slowly turned over and stood up.

There was actually a cold light underneath him.

Wang Zhijun took a closer look and took a breath.

Secretary Shi actually held a dagger with an unusually thin blade in his hand.

If Du Fei hadn't grabbed him, he would have wiped his neck with a backhand knife when he went to get someone.

Wang Zhijun couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The trace of sympathy he had in his heart completely disappeared at this moment, and turned into resentment.

Secretary Shi stared at Du Fei bitterly, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Du Fei looked back at each other and said solemnly: "I'll count to three and throw the knife away, or else I'll shoot."

Secretary Shi stood up slowly.

He knew that it was useless to show weakness now.

Instead, he laughed unscrupulously: "Shoot? Do you dare? Don't think I don't know. You guys don't dare to shoot casually..."

He mistakenly thought Du Fei was a police officer, and Du Fei didn't explain. He just went his own way and started counting: "One to two..."

Not only was Secretary Shi not afraid, but he began to slowly move forward.

"three!"

As Du Fei finished counting 'three', almost at the same time, there was a bang and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The screams started instantly, a hole was punched in his thigh, and blood was pouring out.

Secretary Shi did not expect Du Fei to actually dare to shoot.

The pain made him roll on the ground.

The modified and upgraded pistol was far more powerful than ordinary pistols. The bullet penetrated the thigh and embedded deeply into the ground below.

Based on the position of the gun muzzle, he must have injured his thigh bone. Even if he was cured, he would still be lame.

Secretary Shi didn't care about holding the knife. He covered his injured leg and dropped the dagger.

Du Fei signaled to Wang Zhijun that he could go and handcuff him now.

Then he told Long Yonglin and Huang Yu: "Take off his belt and tie it to his leg to stop the bleeding. Don't die in the car."

Long Yonglin quickly said "Hey".

Needless to say, Du Fei's decisiveness in shooting at the count of three made Long Yonglin and Huang Yu so handsome.

There is no mother-in-law or mother-in-law, let alone Momojiji.

A manly man, if you say count to three, count to three.

However, after Wang Zhijun handcuffed the person, Long Yonglin and Huang Yu encountered a problem.

They know how to stop bleeding with their waistbands.

It is tied to the wound, constantly tightened, and the blood vessels are strangled.

But for some reason, they tried their best, and Secretary Shi was in pain, but they couldn't stop the bleeding completely.

According to this rate and amount of bleeding, he would have died before reaching the county seat.

"Brother Du, how can we deal with this? I can't stop it!"

Huang Yu looked at Du Fei anxiously.

Du Fei looked at it and frowned.

My thighs are all purple, what else can I do?

If he exerted more force, his thigh would be broken.

But at this moment, Ci Xin, who had been sitting in the car without getting out of the car, opened the door and came out.

He walked over expressionlessly and glanced at Party Secretary Shi, who was lying on the ground and had fainted from pain.

Ci Xin reached out and picked up the dagger that fell beside her.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, he inserted it into the branch secretary's arm with a "pop".

Even Du Fei was a little confused.

Long Yonglin and the others couldn't understand it even more.

From the moment Ci Xin appeared until now, she has cherished her words like gold. If she hadn't said yes when they introduced each other at the beginning, one would have doubted whether she was mute.

Long Yonglin swallowed his foam and asked, "Sister Wang, what are you doing?"

Ci Xin said calmly: "Don't you want to stop the bleeding? Acupuncture will stop the bleeding..."

Including Du Fei, everyone present looked confused.

Just stab someone with a dagger. Do you call this acupuncture? It also stops bleeding!

What an international joke!

However, the next moment Huang Yu shouted: "Hey! Look, the bleeding seems to have stopped!"

Long Yonglin and Wang Zhijun looked quickly, their expressions were astonished and unbelievable.

The bleeding that they had just failed to stop despite all their efforts, actually stopped flowing after Ci Xin stabbed it in!

The only flaw is that the arm with the dagger started to bleed again.

But with this amount of bleeding, as long as you don't pull out the dagger, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Several people looked at each other.

This is really acupuncture to stop bleeding!

Just at this time, Secretary Shi woke up leisurely, his face was pale and his breath was weak.

When he woke up again, the pain in his legs had subsided a lot. Instead, his arms were in severe pain, with his dagger stuck in them.

Secretary Shi didn't know why he stabbed him, and he didn't bother to think about it.

Exhausted, he looked like a dead fish, no longer as ferocious as before.

Seeing that he was awake, Du Fei glanced condescendingly, snorted and said, "Are you awake? Can you talk properly now?"

Secretary Shi said a dejected "Yes".

Du Fei said: "Going to deliver a message to Ma Sanmei?"

Secretary Shi did not resist anymore and nodded.

Du Fei said: "She is in the county?"

Secretary Shi nodded again.

Du Fei frowned.

Wang Zhijun saw this and immediately kicked Party Secretary Shi's injured leg.

The force was neither light nor heavy, but it caused Secretary Shi to suffer severe pain again.

Wang Zhijun resented that Party Secretary Shi had almost plotted against him just now, and said sullenly: "The leader is asking you a question!"

Secretary Shi gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, finally fell asleep, and whispered: "Master... Ma Sanmei said that if there is an emergency, you can go to the lumber company to find Manager Zhao."

"Old Zhao?" Wang Zhijun frowned upon hearing this.

Du Fei asked: "Know?"

Wang Zhijun looked troubled: "Leader, to be honest, Lao Zhao is my father's comrade-in-arms, and he has a good relationship with our family..."

Du Fei was not surprised. It was a small county town compared to a larger place, and everyone knew each other if they had some connections.

But from Wang Zhijun's tone, the relationship between the timber company's manager Zhao and his family must be unusual.