Chapter 118: Able to Bring Peace and Stability to the Nation and Protect the People

  Carrying the head of the Taoist, Zhang Shidong walked in the midst of the village, the bloody smell spreading throughout the village, shocking scenes were constantly washing away the Taoist's psychological defenses. The person who has everything is most afraid of death. The Taoist had five homes around the world, more than a dozen children, huge deposits in Swiss banks, and several hidden dens buried around the world. Any one of them contained enough wealth to guarantee his resurgence or a life of ease. So, he was afraid of death.

  Watching the blood flowing like a river inside the stronghold that he thought was impenetrable, the Headmaster couldn't believe what he was seeing. The opponent was alone, yet had silently and effortlessly slaughtered the entire village.

  Is this still human?

  The executioner couldn't bear the pain in his palm, and looked around in horror. There were no survivors, really no one was left alive. All he could see were people who had been killed with a single blow.

  "Who are you? What grudge do you have against us? If brother can let me off, how much money is needed, one billion US dollars. If you have any other requirements, just mention them. As long as I can do it, I will definitely try my best." In the face of life, what is the value of dignity?

  Zhang Shidong lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and then pulled out a person from a bamboo shed that was no less important than the one where the Taoist priest was. He looked at the Taoist priest with a slanted gaze: "I'm giving you a chance to live, only once. If you can't grasp it, don't blame me. As for what's in your mind, it's not difficult for me to know."

  The humid tropical rainforest is not easy to ignite, but once a large enough fire starts, it can also form a prairie fire. The notorious headquarters of the Downhead organization, in the midst of the great fire, became a ruin. Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, and some powder that had been stored here scattered, mixing with various flavors to create a different flavor, making those who had been smoking for years wrinkle their noses and whisper what a pity it was. Even after the fire was extinguished, people still rummaged through the ruins for any remaining items.

  In the distant mountains, the shaman watched his deputy answer questions like a fool, and all his defenses were withdrawn. In the face of the other's magical powers, the shaman spilled all the beans, saying everything that should be said and everything that shouldn't be said. Finally, he even personally controlled the transfer of money from the Swiss bank account to Zhang Shidong's account.

  He thought he had done enough, but unexpectedly Zhang Shidong kept him awake for the bank transfer confirmation, reusing the silver needle to confirm everything he said, and also asked about those hidden locations.

  ………

  Far in the northern neighboring country, the Tang brothers received a confirmed message that the organization's old nest had been destroyed, the head of the organization was missing, the deputy was missing, and all the core members were killed in the old nest.

  Two brothers turned against each other, the elder brother Tang Zhongle was nowhere to be found, and the younger brother Tang Zhongyu brought all his trusted followers into the most chaotic city in the north. In this place, even the mafia dared not make too much noise. The entire area, similar to several towns gathered together, was a complex web of various forces, where everything was legal, and power was the only useful law.

  Tang Zhongyu had been living a carefree life for several days, lavishly spending US dollars and gathering countless scattered forces from around the world. He brought back many notorious thugs and purchased various black market firearms in large quantities. He even bought heavy weaponry from a certain big shot. Feeling quite pleased with himself, he directly issued a provocative statement to the country: "Who dares to take my father's gun? How about it, do you dare come?"

  In the black province, a man wearing a down jacket and a leather hat was huddled on the edge of the last row in a long-distance bus, enduring the dry heat after the air conditioning had been turned on for too long. The smell of tea eggs and crispy intestines would spread throughout the entire bus as soon as someone ate them in this confined space, emitting an unbearable odor.

  Tang Zhongle tried his best to endure, thinking that even if he had lost everything, he could start anew. But just a few days of hiding made him unbearable. How long has it been since he last took a bus? How long has it been since he stayed in a small hotel? How long has it been since he ate at a dirty little street food stall? How long has it been since he walked with his head down, avoiding other people's gazes?

  Taking a deep breath, he endured the foul smell and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. His brother's reckless behavior had pushed him to the edge of the cliff, and the destruction of the organization was a wake-up call for him. The fear that lurked in his heart made him choose a path vastly different from his brother's. When people are in dire straits, kinship can be erased; using his brother's arrogance as an open target, he won himself some temporary safety time, allowing him to arrange everything behind the scenes.

  Only two people knew the mobile phone number, and a text message was sent: "Hey, you're running pretty fast, wait for me to come back and find you, don't sneak away, be open and honest, I'm waiting for you in Linhu."

  Tang Zhongle's face twisted as he dialed the phone, and Deng Jiutian's icy voice came through the receiver: "I just received news that the infamous black market no longer exists. Your brother Tang Zhongyu is dead."

  Tang Zhongle's face was as pale as dead ashes, his body slumped softly against the seat, and tears of sorrow flowed from the corners of his eyes.

  A black market that had been rampant for over a decade, with hundreds of forces intertwined, was reduced to ruins overnight. Outside the city, an armored division surrounded it, and special forces and heavy troops from neighboring countries cooperated internally to wipe out all evil forces in the entire region at once.

  Zhang Shidong puffed on a cigarette, gazing at the Western man walking towards him from afar, resembling a bear, and smiled as he opened his arms: "Old fellow, still alive?"

  "You little scamp is still alive, how can I die."

  Bang, bang, bang, the three people hugged each other warmly, patting each other's backs with great force to show their closeness.

  A mouthful of blood spurted out from the bear-like man's mouth, Zhang Shidong pushed him away in shock and looked at his somewhat pale face: "Mardelovski, these past few years..."

  "I'm old, I'm old, I'm no longer on the front lines now, I'm an instructor now." Marderovsky wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, shaking his head nonchalantly. The little guy has gotten stronger again.

  Zhang Shidong stared at him for a long time, then pulled out a cigar from his pocket and lit it. He also took out a small wine flask from his pocket: "If you have any business in the future, feel free to come to Huaxia to find me, you know my name."

  "Today's merit is enough for me to retire, and there won't be many opportunities to look for you."

  Zhang Shidong swung the wine bottle in his hand, puffing on a cigar as he walked into the town district littered with corpses. This time, they were able to successfully clear out the area thanks to Zhang's collaboration with "Old Horse", a legendary figure in the special forces of a neighboring country. The government wanted to eliminate this cancerous tumor from within, while Zhang Shidong sought revenge and a safe trade route for Chinese merchants. With a single agreement, Zhang Shidong infiltrated the town district using an almost impossible solo combat method, assassinating all key figures overnight. Mardlovsky handed over all internal documents and information on key personnel to Zhang Shidong, taking great risks by trusting him with this sensitive information.

  One night, Tang Zhongyu was heavily guarded, with over a hundred armed soldiers stationed around his sleeping quarters. The entire residential area was surrounded by multiple heavy weapons and more than a dozen suicide bombers. It would be impossible for one person to launch a surprise attack, but the security measures in place were unprecedented even for the town's leader. Zhang Shidong had eliminated them, and under the military's assault, Tang Zhongyu's defense system was rendered useless. Several tanks and armored vehicles were reduced to rubble in an instant.

  Choking Tang Zhongyu's neck, Zhang Shidong left the icy snowy black market.

  Before the arrival of the Lunar New Year, I returned to Huaxia and returned to Beihai.

  When Zhang Shidong appeared in Linhu, the incoming firewall of the phone was removed, and within ten minutes, one after another, the heaviest call came from Yue Tianlu, a Beijing big shot who had met once.

  "Brother, is it necessary to make such a big deal? Give me the bottom line, what kind of result would satisfy you, and I'll be a yes-man?"

  Zhang Shidong stroked his chin, where a few stray whiskers were scattered: "You watch me first."

  Two days before New Year's Day, Zhang Jun called his son: "Xiao Dong, no matter what, come back home first to celebrate the new year. This year we will go back to our hometown for the celebration."

  Zhang Shidong, who had already prepared to buy a ticket south, stopped in his tracks and softly replied: "I know, Dad, I'll go back now."

  Standing on the highway outside the airport, in the wind and snow, Zhang Shidong's first phone call was to Mi Nuo: "Ma Sanquan."

  "No problem."

  In the distance, on the snowy ground, a hemp quilted jacket, a wooden hairpin holding back long black hair, accompanied by a Tibetan mastiff, a male eagle soaring in the sky, and a dark green venomous snake coiled around his arm.

  Standing far apart, Taishu Liuli stopped in his tracks, and amidst the wind and snow, he locked eyes with Zhang Shidong: "What I owe you, this time I'll repay. The Gong family will absolutely not let anyone intervene. I guarantee it."

  Zhang Shidong looked at her serene face that would never wear makeup and nodded: "I don't mind going back to the darkness."

  Looking at Zhang Shidong's receding back, Taishu Liuli sighed softly: "The killing intent is too heavy, it can bring peace and stability to the country, but evil can harm the country and its people."

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  PS2: The urban classification click ranking is weak from second to tenth, can't make a strong push upwards this afternoon, and add more tonight!