When the middle-aged man heard Jiang Minghao’s words, his face suddenly froze, as if his heart was seen through, but he nodded by default, staring at Jiang Minghao firmly, as if he didn’t want to miss anything on Jiang Minghao’s face. With a trace of expression, he was quietly waiting for Jiang Minghao's answer, but the middle-aged man's right hand touched his lower back.
"Hey!" Jiang Minghao looked at the movement of his right hand, without a trace of fear or danger, but slightly smiled and said:
"Uncle, I just told you that there are some things that ordinary people can't manage, but these things are always handled by someone. Maybe I belong to the person who is in charge of these things? Of course, I don't know if you are. Also the same kind of person as me."
If we say that there are some things that ordinary people can’t manage, then there are only two kinds of people who can manage this kind of things. One is a machine that safeguards the interests of the ruling class, and the other is a special person who has enough capacity to take social responsibility. Human, and Jiang Minghao, is obviously a combination of these two types.
But these words of Jiang Minghao caused a great shock to the hearts of the middle-aged people. Although Jiang Minghao’s words were very casual, seeming to be narrating some ordinary trivial matters, but he looked at Jiang Minghao’s eyes. He felt a trace of coldness in the middle of the world. This coldness was the unique fearlessness and loneliness when life was forced to face the end. This kind of aura made him have a heartfelt fear of this young man, and more importantly, , He felt that in front of this young man, he couldn't even keep the last trace of secrets in his heart.
However, the middle-aged man still stretched his right hand to his back waist and pulled out a pistol hidden in his body. Jiang Minghao's see-through eyes clearly watched the middle-aged man who was carrying him slowly pull out the pistol. Pistol, but Jiang Minghao smiled without a trace of fear, because the magazine of this gun was completely empty.
"Crack, click..."
It was the sound of the pistol's sleeve being pulled back. Now, he didn't need to continue to install it. I saw the middle-aged man pulling the sleeve a few times and placing the gun gently on the co-pilot's. On the seat, the gilded gun body looked particularly dazzling in the early morning sun, especially the gentle movements of the middle-aged man, as if this gun was his lifelong love.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a box of small square boxes wrapped in kraft paper from the base of his seat. It was still so soft and cautious, and he saw that he crept open the small square boxes, revealing golden yellow ones inside. Round copper pillar.
Jiang Minghao knew at a glance that it was a bullet, at least one hundred rounds, but Jiang Minghao was surprised that the middle-aged man did not put the bullet in the magazine, but carried the gun with him, but the bullet was hidden. Under the seat, if he encounters any special circumstances, he has no time to reload ammunition to resist, that is to say, this gun is just as a memorial, or that this gun is ready to be given to himself.
"What is the identity of this middle-aged man?"
Jiang Minghao couldn't help asking, because Jiang Minghao noticed that a series of serial numbers engraved on the gold-plated gun. If this gun is a munition circulating on the black market, it will never have a serial number, unless it is the military or the government. Important personnel can match this type of firearm, and it is still a gold-plated gun body, but the owner of this gun is by no means an ordinary important person.
"Little brother!" Although the middle-aged man guessed that he had already met Jiang Minghao's suspicion, he continued to pretend to be nonchalant and speak:
"I think I should have guessed what you are going to do. This gun was given to me by my father. I have never used it. Today, I lent it to you. I hope you can take care of you at the same time while you are in charge of this matter. My life, I can personally return him to me at that time."
When Jiang Minghao heard the middle-aged man’s words, he didn’t feel a trace of surprise in his heart. Instead, his face was full of smiles. That kind of smile was exactly like a little ruffian taking advantage of it and betraying him. He stretched out his right hand and touched himself lightly. Nose, stretched out his hand and picked up the gun from the passenger seat and looked at it:
"Good gun, uncle, don't you see it, you still have this kind of domestic American products?" Jiang Minghao played with it in his hand, his eyes showed a strange color, as if he was admiring the beautiful carcass of a woman, he gently Said to himself:
"The Colt M2000 pistol is equipped with 9mm Balabellum bullets. The gun body is 190.5mm wide, weighs 0.82 kg, has a capacity of 15 rounds, and has an effective range of 50 meters."
When the middle-aged man listened to Jiang Minghao’s self-talking data, a hint of surprise flashed across his face inadvertently. Because Jiang Minghao said that the data was not bad at all, he nodded with satisfaction and said: "Little brother, then you know the gun. Performance characteristics?"
"Hey..." Jiang Minghao saw the other person test himself, his face immediately showed the shameless smile of the little ruffian, because he had taken advantage of the trend to put the gold-plated pistol into his back, as if the gun had already returned. Like him, he smiled and said:
"Since you have sent me all, I must know, otherwise you will not be reconciled. This gun uses the barrel rotary unlocking principle. Simply put, it has good shooting accuracy and weak recoil. In addition, the bullet area The card bamboo shoots can be pushed in both directions, so it is convenient for left-handed operation."
"Eh..." The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Minghao's ambition, and suddenly felt a trace of regret in his heart, because Jiang Minghao's expression had already told him that the gun belonged to him. But he still replied unwillingly:
"Well, not bad, but you have to return it to me when you run out of it."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Minghao didn’t answer him directly. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the bag of bullets, turned around and ran. He looked like a ruffian taking advantage of him. While running, he stretched out his hand holding the bullet and waved his head. Roared without replying:
"Uncle, thank you, you are all working for the country, so why be so stingy."
Seeing Jiang Minghao running from the back, the middle-aged man was sitting in the Tiguan car, his face was green and white. He reflected on himself, where he was flawed, so that the boy could see that he was pretending, but immediately , He shook his head helplessly, took out a satellite phone from his arms and pressed a few numbers. After a while, an answer came from the receiver, and the middle-aged man immediately said:
"Boss, the gun was handed over to him, but I seem to have been seen through by him!"
When the middle-aged person said this, even when he was ready to be trained, he didn't expect that what came from the earpiece was not a scolding, but the voice of a girl who was as light as a canary, and she couldn't bear it. Said approvingly:
"Well, I've been in contact with him. This kid is stuck with Maobi monkey essence. If he can't see through it, he really failed Jiang Jianguo's teaching and training for so many years. You don't need to worry about other things. Come back first. ."
"Know the boss!"
After the middle-aged man hung up the phone, he kicked the gas pedal, and the Tiguan car left again, and behind a wall not far from the fork in the road, Jiang Minghao suddenly stepped out and he watched the drifting distance of Tiguan. The car, with a gleam of stars flashing in his eyes, then took out the gold-plated pistol on his waist and muttered to himself:
"It seems that this gun is not so easy to hold..."
Although Jiang Minghao didn't know who was going to use him behind his back, the number of the gun in his hand was clearly the number format of the gun that Long Kingdom was composing soldiers, so he was undoubtedly regarded as a chess piece.
"Crack·························
Jiang Minghao mechanically loaded the bullets one by one into the magazine. He originally planned to negotiate with Bourne. At this time, he really didn’t know what to do, especially with the gun in his hand. Could it be that those guys above wanted him to take care of him? Yeah and his men killed one by one? That's too ridiculous.
If Jiang Minghao really takes this gun and kills the second master of the Black Cloud Party of Goose Country, perhaps this is in line with the meaning of those above, but it also means that Jiang Minghao will really be hunted down by the Black Cloud Party. And all of this is his personal behavior, a chess piece that completes the task, the final outcome can only be a discarded piece.
Then, all the resistance Jiang Minghao made afterwards will be irresponsible and selfish terrorists without any patriotic enthusiasm in the eyes of any country and people, because only terrorists will be inconsistent with any Procedural circumstances, indiscriminate killing
"Bullshit!"
Jiang Minghao pulled the sleeve of the pistol and cursed to himself. If it was really like what Jiang Minghao thought, his ultimate destination could only be the self-deception of'letting the little house for everyone', and then killed himself with a bullet. The brief admiration of the Chinese people,
Of course, he can also choose to resist desperately to the end and become the public enemy of the people of the world, but the final outcome is not only death, but even endless swearing.
"To··be···or··not··to··be, it's··a··problem."
Jiang Minghao learned the classic lines of Romeo and Juliet and laughed bitterly to himself. In fact, when Jiang Minghao took the gun, he had already made a choice, because he was a member of the Dragon Kingdom and even a soldier of the Dragon Kingdom. Although he talked with small shoulders all day, and laughed at himself as a scumbag all day, but when it comes to serving the country and the people, Jiang Minghao will still stand up without hesitation, even in the face of death, he will not blink. Take a look, because this kind of responsibility is not given by someone, but from the deep sense of mission in his heart.
However, this is not for the so-called military medal, nor is it for the people’s monument and the glimpse of the historian. All Jiang Minghao has done is just to be worthy of his own heart and the green body of the three generations of the Jiang family military uniform.
It is a pity that at this time, he Jiang Minghao still cannot go back and forth, and cannot be a pawn of any party, because his brother has paid too much for him, and this account must be paid off by Jiang Minghao.