Skill Maker

Jon Jean Conn!

If it wasn't for Jiang He's proficiency in languages, he would never have known that the name referred to his father Jiang Zhengqiang.

It's just... what's with the panic on this man's face?

Get out! Get out of here!

Just when Jiang He was wondering, the tall black man in front of him suddenly pulled out an old pistol, pointed at Jiang He and yelled, Get out!

The 54 produced by Huaguo is not badly maintained.

Jiang He glanced at the 54 gun in the hands of the big black man, smiled and shook his head, I don't think this gun can threaten me!

Then you can try it!

The big black man opened the insurance with a click, and stared at Jiang He fiercely, Believe it or not, I'll blow your head off?

Hehe, I really don't believe it!

Jiang He's body flickered, and with the extraordinary speed brought by his haste skill, he rushed in front of the big black man in an instant, grabbed the old Type 54 with his hand.

He grabbed the big black man's arm, and with just a twist, he twisted the big black man's arm behind his back.

Speak! Tell me all you know!

Jiang He grabbed Type 54 casually and pointed it at the head of the big black man, Now, do you believe that I will blow your head off?

Don't think about it!

The big black man is very stubborn, even if he is subdued by Jiang He, even if he is pointed at his head with a pistol, he still does not give in, Afraid of death is not a member of the Communist Party!

ah?

Jiang He was dumbfounded.

The words that the black man said were actually in Chinese!

Fuck me, there is also a proletarian revolutionary fighter here?

Then what...

Jiang He felt that maybe this comrade thought he was a bad person and had a misunderstanding. Quickly explained to comrade: My name is Jon Hall. Jon Jane Conn is my father.

Crap!

The big black man roared again, Jon Hall is only nineteen years old this year. You can't lie to me.

Actually... I'm not nineteen yet.

Jiang He let go of the big black man, smiled and shook his head, This is a misunderstanding. Come on, let's go into the room and talk slowly.

Pulling the big black man into the door, Jiang He waved his hand and wiped his face, restoring his original appearance.

Look, I'm not nineteen yet! I'm Jon Hall.

Returning the 54 style in his hand to the big black man, Jiang He smiled, I am really Jon Hall.

You put on makeup?

The big black man took over the 54 style, but he still had some doubts about Jiang He, How do you prove that you are Jon Hall?

prove?

Well, proving that I am me is actually quite simple.

Can I have an ID card?

Jiang He took out his ID card, and continued: My dad broke an arm here, my dad likes to squat by the wall to eat, and my dad likes to squat in the toilet to smoke for half an hour. My dad Sleeping and snoring...

It's done! It's done!

The big black man didn't even look at his ID card, but looked at Jiang He with joy on his face, Yes! Squat by the wall to eat. I often squat with him.

So... do you know where my father and mother lived back then?

Jiang He hurriedly asked the big black man.

My name is Combas. I worked with your father back then. We are brothers.

The big black man Combas patted Jiang He on the shoulder, Come on, I'll take you to the house where they lived.

With that said, the big black man pulled Jiang He up and walked outside.

My dad is brother? You are so brave!

Jiang He shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and followed the big black man to a room next to him.

This is where your father and your mother used to live.

Kang Bas opened the door and smiled at Jiang He: Over the years, many people want to live in. I have been guarding against it.

Thanks.

Jiang He thanked Kang Bas and walked into the door.

The room was shabby, and the furniture inside was even more shabby.

The walls were pasted with newspapers, and the newspapers had long since withered and decayed.

Tables and beds are made of bricks and planks. There was no bedding and mattress on the bed. Obviously, my father took all of them when he returned to China.

I...was I born here?

Stretching out his hand to touch the wall, turning his head to look at this simple and dilapidated room, Jiang He didn't know what it was like.

The mother is the commander in chief, and the father's background is even more frightening. The two of them can be said to be the existence of the pinnacle of the pyramid, but they actually live in such a broken place?

My father is obviously the leader of the Jiuli army, so why did he come here to build a port? And also broke an arm. Jiuli Bingzhu broke an arm, how scary it is!

Wandering around the room, Jiang He failed to find any clues.

Nothing, nothing left.

Monsieur Combas, do you know... where my mother's grave is?

Jiang He remembered that his father asked him to come to his mother's grave to offer incense. Apparently, the mother's grave was the key.

The grave? What grave?

Kangbas was shocked, Could it be that your mother passed away? Back then, your father and your mother returned to China together. Even if there is a grave, it is impossible to be here!

Well?

Jiang He was stunned.

impossible! My father clearly said that my mother died less than a year after giving birth to me. After my father buried my mother, he took me back to China.

Combas is just an ordinary person. If it's the means of a transcendent, he can't resist it at all. It is very possible... Combas's memory has been modified.

Oh, I misremembered!

Jiang He waved his hand with a smile, and asked Kang Bas again, That's right. You just saw me coming to ask about my father, why did you have such a big reaction?

A few years ago, there was also a person from Hua who came to ask about your father. He also killed many people here. I thought you were in the same group.

Combas replied with a face full of resentment.

A few years ago, Chinese people?

Jiang He thought for a while, and this person was probably that Zhao Changming.

That's all. Thank you, Monsieur Combas!

After handing Combas a stack of dollars, Jiang He turned and walked out the door, and returned to the car.

Kangbas saw that Jiang He seemed a little disappointed after getting into the car, said a few words to the female companion next to him, and immediately started the car.

The car slowly made its way out of the slums and disappeared at the intersection.

Combas looked at Jiang He who was going away, and then at the stack of dollars in his hand, a smile appeared on his face.

The smile... seems to have a bit of indifference.

Reaching out for a phone, Combas said to the person on the other side of the phone: Great master, the person you mentioned has come!

Yes! He is Jon Hall. The son of Jon Jan Conn and Da Smir.

Thank you, master, it is my honor to serve you.

Combas hung up the phone with a smile on his face.

Who are you calling?

Just as Combas hung up the phone, he suddenly heard a cold voice behind him.

Um?

Hearing this voice, Combas suddenly turned around.

I saw...Jiang He stood behind him with a face full of ice, with a deep chill in his eyes.