MTL - Bourne: Command and Conquer-Chapter 853 , senior brother

Chapter 853, Senior Brother

"Call up."

 “Who to call?”

 “Mrs. Lin.”

 “I don’t have her phone number.”

 Fainted to death. Don't make random names! Defile the word "stealer handsome"!

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 Zhang Yong went out.

 Arrived at Yanjiang Road.

"Hello…"

"I made a decision!"

 After all, he had so much gold in his hands. The feel has been developed.

How can it be?

"I can help you." Fan Liangchen changed his mind and said, "Make your reaction faster. Make sure you won't be attacked by others in the future."

"What?"

 That Mrs. Lin may have some tricks.

"clear!"

 “I didn’t get it. It was found from a Japanese spy.”

 “I believe it.”

Driving quietly towards Yanjiang Road.

Yang Zhi immediately went to make arrangements.

 Monitoring map. I found that there was only one person there.

 I didn’t touch anything on Zhang Yong’s body. This made him angry. Fortunately, he also discovered Zhang Yong's huge flaw.

"Okay. I'll give you one pair. The other one is for my apprentice's wife in advance."

 How long did it take for you to give the drawings to McFarland? She actually knew it? He even sent someone to find him!

 Do intelligence dealers make money like this?

If you really become a master, then you are not allowed to listen to the master's words in the future? If you don't listen, you are deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors!

 “Nine Yin? Nine Yang?”

“Of course we are talking about business. You are very capable, and you were able to get the latest design drawings of the North Carolina-class battleship.”

 Good guy. If you are addicted to smoking to such an extent, you must have at least grade 10 lung cancer.

ready to go.

 Be careful.

 “My good disciple, if you have something to say, speak directly.”

"You can call me Fan Liangchen. You can also call me Old Man Fan. Or Lao Fan. Of course, Mr. Fan will do."

Who is the pirate commander?

 Zhang Yong had no impression of No. 11 Yanjiang Road.

 Although my memory is very poor. But there really isn’t one in the bar!

“I, Fan Liangchen, have never had a disciple in my life. Today is unprecedented.”

 Fortunately, the other party did not give me a few knives.

but…

"Of course not. I made a mistake. You are not suitable for practicing the Flying Dragon Cloud Explorer..."

 Fan Liangchen was run on.

Soon, five cars filed out of the Jige Lane headquarters.

 “You are not talented enough…”

 He is a big thief! He is not a thief!

"Do you know who I am?"

 “With a scope.”

 I didn’t learn much from the good ones. But he has learned all the evil ways.

 “I can’t worship you as my teacher.”

probably…

"You accept a disciple on behalf of your master. Accept me as your junior brother. I call you senior brother. Our master should have passed away. Then my fate cannot defeat him. Nor can it defeat you. The best of both worlds. What do you think?"

 “Dollars. Buy.”

 As light as acupuncture.

result…

 Zhang Yong was choked immediately.

That's Li Xiaoyao's unique skill, right?

 Can you compare with Li Xiaoyao?

 My thoughts changed.

“The fortune teller said that my fortune is too hard and will harm my master. If I worship you as my master, you will die unexpectedly at any time..."

 There is no complete planning on Yanjiang Road. They are all kinds of random buildings built by oneself. Therefore, the Civil Affairs Bureau did not register the house number here at all.

 Zhang Yong:…

 Is it really gold?

 Such a big piece of gold weighs at least three kilograms!

  Converted, it is 1500 grams! About the same as five large yellow croakers.

“You are very talented, I decided to accept you as my disciple.”

"arrive!"

　　A curse word comes to the lips and then withdraws. All right. Misunderstood. Someone.

 A full 3000 grams of gold! A greeting gift from the master to his apprentice!

Frankly speaking, this is simply holding Zhang Yong's lifeline. As long as you become a disciple, you will have ten large yellow croakers. How could he miss it?

 What if we need to deceive our teachers and destroy our ancestors in the future?

He wants gold, fame, reputation, and ruthlessness...

 Suspicious.

"I didn't say I was a master..." Zhang Yong responded bitterly.

You Mrs. Lin have many tricks, and I, Zhang Yong, also have many crooked ideas.

 “Then what do you want?”

 Those who will be stabbed with three knives and six holes, and soaked in pig cages...

 “It’s just stealing skills.”

  I don’t believe that an 11.43 mm caliber bullet cannot kill an old guy...

result…

 Ten large yellow croakers!

 To be careless…

These are ten large yellow croakers!

 Zhang Yong felt like his eyes were blurred.

 “What are you doing here?”

Zhang Yong got out of the car after making sure there was nothing abnormal. Approach the bar. I found that there was indeed only one person inside.

 “I am Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong from the Fuxing Society Secret Service.”

Something feels wrong...

 In other places, perhaps he was worried about being plotted against. However, he was not afraid at all in the three places of Jinling, Shanghai and Hangzhou.

 Are you complimenting me?

"What?"

Fan Liangchen suddenly became angry.

 Open the seal. Suddenly his eyes lit up. There seems to be US dollars in it! Green, what is it if it’s not dollars?

 Suddenly cheered up. Pull the dollars out of it. Found only one. The face value is $10. Suddenly I felt a little curious. Who is on the $10 bill? Not Washington, not Lincoln! Then I found a series of handwritten numbers on the banknote.

 Do you want to become a disciple?

As a disciple, you will get two big gold ingots.

 Zhang Yong slowed down and started to look at the house number.

 “Yang Zhi!”

"What?"

 Fan Liangchen moves so fast. It was actually faster than him drawing a gun.

"Well…"

 The more he looked at it, the more wrong he became.

Over there, Zhang Yong was also a little surprised.

 The pure steel tobacco stem gradually became hot as he smoked it, and began to turn red. Getting redder and redder. In the end it turned into a bright red one.

 He felt that Zhang Yong did it on purpose.

 “Brother, tell me.”

"come over."

"you flatter me."

Huh?

 Zhang Yong actually has nothing on him?

 The atmosphere seems a bit awkward.

 Are you as handsome as Chu Liuxiang, and as skilled in martial arts?

Absurd…

 Damn, this wishful thinking can be heard in New York...

 Zhang Yong's secret resentment.

“But I believe it! What if it really works? You are so good to me, I can’t kill you, right?”

 “Sounds awesome.”

Feilong Tanyunshou, you have the nerve to say it.

"Who are you?"

 Suddenly I felt a figure flash in front of me. He subconsciously drew his gun.

"do what?"

 Have to think of a workaround.

"explain."

"Of course. How can the things that my bandit commander took out be fake?"

 It turns out that I rushed out of work yesterday!

 No wonder…

Fan Liangchen stared blankly at his empty hands.

 Zhang Yong felt that the other party's acting skills were very realistic.

 “You plagiarized it, right?”

 Unexpectedly, I discovered that there is no formal house number on Yanjiang Road.

The call was answered quickly.

 “What hand?”

 Heavily, the lid of the heavenly spirit will be lifted.

 Zhang Yong was surprised.

 “This is a greeting gift for you.”

 “You’re a bit stupid…”

 But an old man who is very old.

 Otherwise, you will not be able to shoot smoothly after being hit by a knife. Hard to say.

 “Someone is waiting for you there. You will know when you go.”

Just when I was about to scold my mother, I suddenly saw a large sign placed on the roadside in front of me, with the number 11 written gorgeously...

 But he took out a gun again...

 “After I die, the property I leave behind will be yours.”

 Hand out your hand.

 “One is not enough?”

 “Nonsense! There is no such thing. I don’t believe in this evil.”

Huh?

What's this?

Gold ingot? real? Fake?

 Damn, it can’t be true, right? That big one?

 Bigger than your own fist?

"this…"

 “Where is Mrs. Lin?” Zhang Yong was still highly vigilant.

 The long tobacco stem seems to be made of pure copper. Every time he breathed in, sparks flew out randomly. The copper cigarette rod also seemed to be faintly red. Zhang Yong did not dare to approach easily.

  Sixty-two. Two-four-three. Five-seven. Seven

 Involves 1,500 rounds of ammunition. Not much to say. Say a lot less.

 The gold has been obtained. The rest doesn't matter. If you have time, chat slowly.

"oh…"

 There is no way, he is a vulnerable group now!

 The international intelligence arena is completely unfamiliar to him. He has no guide.

"Don't."

 “That’s good. I’ll practice it for you now.”

 “It’s in the envelope.”

　　Waving his hand, he motioned for others to get off. Be alert all around.

 It’s not easy to be alive till now!

 “When was this bar built? I don’t remember it before?”

 He never looks at house numbers. Therefore, he definitely does not have the talent of an agent. Very poor memory.

“I was indeed acting just now. Making a game. Please come in. But now, I find that you really can inherit my mantle...”

In martial arts novels, such old men are often the ultimate masters of the game. Not to be trifled with easily.

　　Confused…

Caution is the boat…

 “Cheating on my tuition fees?”

 The beard and hair are all white. The eyes are small. He squatted on the master's chair and smoked welding smoke in a very unqualified manner.

 If something goes wrong, draw your gun immediately.

No matter how good your skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.

"Yeah?"

 If I can’t learn it, it’s not that I’m stupid. It's you who can't teach.

"there is none left."

 Zhang Yong picked up the envelope dubiously.

"yesterday."

“I realize that your shamelessness is beyond my imagination!”

 “I can teach you some skills.”

However, even more absurd things are yet to come.

 You say I’m not suitable for training? Then I have to practice.

 He squatted back on the Taishi chair again, puffing and puffing on a cigarette.

  Turn your head. Looking at Fan Liangchen who was very proud.

"Okay. I'll accept a disciple on behalf of my master. I'll accept you as my junior disciple. I'll blame you for your shamelessness. You won't suffer any loss when you meet other **** in the future. Maybe you can even help me find my place. All of them combined , are not as shameless as you. You have a future..."

 Five large yellow croakers…

Mrs. Lin is really amazing. In order to lure yourself into being fooled, you planned such a clever scene?

 Hurry and put away the two gold ingots.

"etc."

 “Zhang Yong…”

  It’s also a big one. Very realistic. It does look real. The counterfeiting technology is top-notch.

If you are plotted on your own home court, you deserve to die.

 He has no other abilities. But the ability to identify gold is still there.

 “Gather your troops and follow me.”

 Perhaps no one is here at all. I deliberately made his trip in vain.

"This is a long story. Are you sure you want to stand up and say it?"

 “The handsome thief?”

incredible…

 Be secretly vigilant.

 Zhang Yong looked at each other silently. Completely unresponsive.

 If you don’t save face, it’s all a trivial matter. The main thing is that something that belongs to him, Zhang Yong, was taken away, and he was very unhappy...

"Well…"

 Bring over a gold ingot.

 It is indeed gone. But even if there were, he would answer like this.

 Completely unexpected.

 Deliberately giving you a little more difficulty.

fine. Memory is not hopelessly broken. Don't even remember how many sons you have...

Fan Liangchen suddenly stopped smoking and knocked **** the armrest of the Taishi's chair with his dry tobacco pole.

 Approach quietly. Unexpectedly, I discovered that No. 11 is actually a bar. A bit surprised. There is actually a bar on Yanjiang Road?

impossible…

"real?"

 It makes me very excited. I really want to join. But I am worried about being cheated...

 Just ask him to say the word thief. But he doesn't like these three words.

 I really thought I had Alzheimer's disease!

 Have you decided? I didn't agree...

"You are very careful..." The old man blew out smoke rings, but his voice was very clear.

 “You go to No. 11 Yanjiang Road.”

 No reason!

"yes."

  Surprise. But there is no deception.

 Just take it as such.

"Who are you?"

 Zhang Yong then walked over.

 In short, you are incompetent...

 Still don’t quite believe it.

 Fan Liangchen had another gold ingot in his hand.

"How could she come to see you in person? You are not qualified to see her yet."

 “You come over here.”

"I'm looking for Mrs. Lin. Tell her to come and answer the phone quickly."

"Why?"

 “Is there any charge?”

 Li Boqi said nothing. It's like it doesn't exist at all.

"Um?"

　　Mad…

 He would like to take a look. What material is it made of. So realistic.

 “Forget it.”

 “You react too slowly.”

 Hand down the microphone.

"do what?"

 First prepare the Colt M1911 large-caliber pistol.

 “Accept you as a disciple!”

“I’m going to learn this flying dragon cloud-detecting technique.”

 Once you learn it yourself, you will fake a lot of it in the future. Then lie to people.

　　　It seems like someone has tricked you?

 Pick up the phone. dial.

 Oh, this is the phone number. By the way, this Mrs. Lin knew his character very well. I know he loves money as much as his life. Zhang Yong couldn't even think about writing the phone number on the banknotes without reading it. For $10, you can’t refuse if I make a phone call, right?

“There are thirteen provinces in the north and south, and each province has a thief king, and I am one of them.”

 What’s more, there is also a challenge letter.

　　　Not a beauty.

 “My unique skill. Flying Dragon Cloud Detector.”

He actually made a mistake?

 He is a veritable king of thieves! Thirteen provinces in the north and south…

no.

 “Brother, I am actually a good person. Really.”

 “Drawings.”

 In the Fuxing Society Secret Service, Li Boqi was his guide. However, after entering the international stage, Li Boqi could not help.

This... For a while, Fan Liangchen couldn't stand it anymore.

 Zhang Yong frowned secretly.

 The other party is indeed a master.

 I then saw Fan Liangchen take out a gold ingot...

Fan Liangchen suddenly woke up and began to cover up his embarrassment.

 He has passed by here before.

 I am gradually getting a little confused...

 Find an old guy to pretend to be a thief king and lure yourself into the trap?

 “Is there any more?”

  Looking down on the other party.

"that…"

 Mrs. Lin and her gang are very well-informed!

　　is the voice of a waxy woman. Completely different from the last one.

"good."

  No weapon symbol. But there are money signs. So he immediately cheered up.

　　　He is so handsome!

 Zhang Yong really doesn’t believe in evil. I agreed directly.

"have no idea."

"Have it?"

 This is my home court.

 Fortunately I have a gun. Calm down.

 Zhang Yong answered cautiously.

"What?"

 “empty door.”

“Don’t you understand? It’s a thief! A thief! A thief!”

 What a big one. Bigger than a fist.

 “Want to rob?”

The pure copper tobacco stick in his hand is the most powerful weapon.

 After his appraisal, he was convinced that the two gold ingots were genuine. They are all heavy gold. Guaranteed replacement if fake.

"No, no, I'm serious. My biggest flaw is that I'm not as shameless as you..."

“Senior brother, Mrs. Lin’s side…”

  【To be continued】

 (End of this chapter)