After Hu Xinjian was taken care of, Zhang Feng's life rarely became quiet. He was also happy and peaceful, and he took advantage of this time to relax his tense nerves.
But it only lasted a week before Zhang Feng received a call from the King of Hell.
"Madman, your father is in my house now. Come and take a look. Things that should be faced will eventually be faced, and escaping is not an option after all."
The words of the King of Hell kept echoing in Zhang Feng's head. Zhang Feng sat expressionlessly on the sofa and smoked. Amidst the smoke, he didn't know what he should do.
Before he became a soldier, he felt that his father was a bastard who abandoned his wife and children, and he completely hated him in his heart.
But when he became a soldier, he knew what he had done and everything he had given. The hatred in my heart can no longer be lifted. Although he still abandoned his wife and children, the word bastard can no longer be applied to him. Hero? Zhang Feng didn't know how to evaluate it.
Putting out the cigarette between his fingers, Zhang Feng muttered: "Well, the King of Hell is right, you have to face it in the end. No matter what, there is an unbroken blood connection between him and himself."
Pick up the car keys, go downstairs, and drive towards the place where the King of Hell said.
At the entrance of the Kyoto Military Region's compound, Zhang Feng parked his car, registered with the sentry, and then walked into the military compound. As for cars, they can only park outside, and outside vehicles are not allowed to drive in.
According to the house number, I found the house that the King of Hell was talking about. I went downstairs on the second floor. It was an old style. One side of the wall was covered with green pothos, and the wall on the other side had peeled off in many places.
There were two stern guards standing at the door, with expressions like "Don't let strangers in." They were both armed with live ammunition.
He frowned slightly, secretly wondering what the background of the King of Hell's home was. Three kilometers away from here was the station of the Kyoto Military Region's standing troops, but it still needed the protection of guards.
Moreover, there was a faint murderous look in the eyes of these two guards, which could only be found in those who had killed people with their own hands.
When he came closer, Zhang Feng stood at attention and saluted, saying: "The King of Hell asked me to come here."
There was no change in the expression on the guard's face. One of them nodded and held the
The muzzle of the pointed gun sank slightly. Another guard came over and searched him. After confirming that Zhang Feng was not carrying any weapons, he spoke and said, "Please come in!"
The doubts in Zhang Feng's heart deepened. How could coming to the King of Hell's house be the same as meeting a superior
From the courtyard, Zhang Feng rang the doorbell. After a moment, the King of Hell opened the door and walked out, saying: "Come in, madman."
Although he was on vacation, King Yama was already wearing regular clothes, but he had only taken off the colonel's epaulettes.
Following the King of Hell, we walked into the house. The decoration inside was completely in the style of the 1960s. Most of the wooden structures and furniture also bore traces of time.
Sitting on the sofa was an old man with silver hair, piercing eyes, and sword-shaped eyebrows. Sitting next to him was Zhang Dashan, whom Zhang Feng met but didn't want to see.
Zhang Dashan's body has gradually recovered a lot after this period of recuperation. At least it is no longer as skinny as a stick, and his face has a red glow, no longer pale and bloodless.
The old man looked at Zhang Feng and nodded, saying: "Zhang Feng, come and sit. Don't treat yourself as an outsider when you come home."
There was a shocked expression on Zhang Feng's face. He naturally knew this old man. Even the entire Kyoto Military Region, including the division commander, smiled and said, there are no cooks who don't know him! The commander of the Kyoto Military Region, Long Batian, known as the Chinese God of War!
Standing at attention, he saluted: "Hello, sir!" He glanced at the King of Hell standing aside with confusion. The King of Hell shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked up the stairs.
"Hey, when you get home, there are no bosses or no bosses. Zhang Feng, as far as I know, you are not so coy. Sit down!" Mr. Long said with a smile.
"Yes, sir!" Zhang Feng sat on the sofa, just in time to see Zhang Dashan's profile, with loneliness in his silent eyes.
"Stop calling me sir, call me Mr. Long." Although Mr. Long said in a kind tone, his attitude could not refuse: "I asked Long Ao, the King of Hell, to call you here specifically today."
"Back then, I was the one who gave the order for your father Zhang Dashan to carry out the undercover mission. If you still have complaints in your heart, just blame me!"
"It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders. Your father was
There is no choice. "
"Old leader?" Zhang Dashan wanted to speak, but Elder Long waved his hand to stop him, and then said: "Da Shan, Zhang Feng, you two, father and son, will resolve the matter today!"
With that said, he stood up and walked towards the study.
There were only two people left in the living room, Zhang Feng and Zhang Dashan. Both of them sat stiffly on the sofa. No one spoke. The atmosphere was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Zhang Dashan took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but couldn't find the lighter. He was about to put the cigarette back into the cigarette case when Zhang Feng handed over the lighter.
Bang, the flames ignited, and Zhang Dashan's hand protecting the fire was obviously trembling.
After taking two puffs, Zhang Dashan sighed from time to time.
"You..." Zhang Feng wanted to open his mouth to break the damn silence, but he didn't know how to continue.
"I'm sorry for you and your mother!" Zhang Dashan suddenly said.
His rough and yellow hands covered his face, muddy tears overflowed from between his fingers, and the emotions that had been suppressed for twenty years finally burst out.
The man with a will as strong as steel, who had been undercover for twenty years, and who never gave in and leaked any information under the torture of the enemy, finally broke down emotionally and could no longer suppress it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhang Dashan kept saying over and over again. He had no education and couldn't use gorgeous words to explain. He could only keep repeating I'm sorry, hoping to get Zhang Feng's forgiveness.
Zhang Feng's eyes were numb, he raised his head slightly and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the tears to flow back.
He clearly remembered that when he was a few years old, his mother fell ill in bed. At the end of her illness, her entire consciousness was blurred, but she was already repeating the name 'Zhang Dashan' like a whisper.
It didn't take long before he died. He kowtowed from house to house and was finally buried in a thin coffin.
hatred? When my mother was confused, every time she talked about Zhang Dashan, the hatred in her heart would increase by one point, and it would keep adding up bit by bit until the hatred was deep in her bones.
But when he saw the imprisoned Zhang Dashan in the water prison in the chaotic land, he found that the hatred that had accumulated in his heart for twenty years could no longer be lifted!