Super Special Forces King

Chapter 142

After Hu Xinjian was done, Zhang Feng's life was rarely quiet. He was also happy and clean, just taking advantage of this time to relax his tight nerves.

But after only a week, Zhang Feng received a call from Hades.

"Crazy man, your father is in my house now, come and have a look, you have to face things you should face, and escape is not a way after all."

The words of Yan Wang kept echoing in Zhang Feng's head. Zhang Feng was sitting on the sofa and smoking a cigarette without expression. The smoke was full of smoke. He didn't know what to do.

Before becoming a soldier, he felt that his father was a **** who abandoned his wife and children, and hated him completely in his heart.

But when I became a soldier, I knew what he had done and everything he had given. But the hatred in my heart can no longer be mentioned. Although he is still abandoning his wife and son, but the word **** can no longer be applied to him, hero? Zhang Feng didn't know how to evaluate.

Extinguishing the cigarette between his fingers, Zhang Feng said in deep thought, "Ah, he is right. In the end, he still needs to face it. In any case, he and himself are constantly connected by blood."

He picked up the car key, went downstairs, and drove the car toward the place that Hades said.

At the gate of the military area compound of the Kyoto Military Region, Zhang Feng parked his car and registered with the sentry before entering the compound. As for cars, they can only park outside, and foreign vehicles are not allowed to enter.

According to the house number, I found the house that Hades said. Go downstairs on the second floor. The old style. One side of the wall is covered with green radish. On the other side, many places have peeled off the wall.

At the door stood two guards who were unsmiling and with an expression of not going in, all of them were loaded with live ammunition.

With a slight frown, he secretly asked the background of Yama's home. Three kilometers from here is the station of the standing troops of the Kyoto Military Region, but it still needs guards.

Moreover, the eyes of the two guards contained a touch of murderous aura, which was only possessed by people who had killed people with their own hands.

Stepping closer, Zhang Feng stood up and saluted directly, saying, "The King of Hades asked me to come."

The expression on the guard's face did not change, one of them nodded, and the muzzle in his hand sank slightly. The other guard walked over and searched and made sure that Zhang Feng was not carrying a weapon before speaking, "Please come in!"

Zhang Feng's doubts deepened. How could coming to Yan Wang's house be the same as meeting the chief?

From this courtyard, Zhang Feng rang the doorbell. After a while, the king of Yan opened the door and walked out, saying: "Come in, lunatic."

Although it was a vacation, the king of Yama was already in his normal clothes, but he took off the colonel's epaulettes.

Follow the king into the house, the decoration inside is completely in the style of the 1960s, most of the wooden structure and furniture are also showing signs of time.

Sitting on the sofa is an old man with silver hair but piercing eyes and a sword brow into his temple. On the side is sitting Zhang Dashan who Zhang Feng meets but does not want to see.

Zhang Dashan's body has gradually recovered a lot after recuperating during this period of time, at least it is no longer a scrawny posture, and his face has red light, no longer pale and bloodless.

The old man looked at Zhang Feng and nodded, and said, "Zhang Feng, come and sit down. Don't think of yourself as an outsider when you come to the house."

Zhang Feng had a shocked expression on his face. Naturally, he knew this old man, and even the entire Kyoto Military Region, as large as the division commander, laughed and said that no one did not know the cook! The head of the Kyoto Military Region, the Dragon Batian known as the Chinese God of War!

Standing at attention, saluting: "Hello, Chief!" Yu Guang glanced at the Hades who was standing by, with doubts. Yama shrugged his shoulders, turned his head and walked up the stairs.

"Hey, there is no such thing as a leader in the house. Zhang Feng, as far as I know, you are not so coy. Sit down!" Old Long said with a smile.

"Yes, chief!" Zhang Feng sat on the sofa, just in time to see Zhang Dashan's profile, his silent eyes were lonely.

"Stop calling the chief, call me Long Lao." Although Long Lao said with a kind tone, but his attitude cannot be rejected: "Today I let Long Ao, the King of Hades, specially called you over."

"Back then, it was my order to let your father Zhang Dashan perform the undercover mission. If you still have complaints in your heart, please blame me!"

"It is the duty of soldiers to obey orders. Your father did not have the opportunity to choose."

"Old head?" Zhang Dashan wanted to speak, but was stopped by Long Lao waved his hand, and then said: "Dashan, Zhang Feng, you two, father and son, will solve the matter today!"

After speaking, he stood up and walked toward 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 extremely quiet and the needles could be heard.

Zhang Dashan took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, but did not find the lighter. Just as he was about to put the cigarette back into the cigarette case, Zhang Feng handed the lighter over.

Snap, the flame ignited, and Zhang Dashan's hands protecting the fire were obviously shaking.

Zhang Dashan sighed from time to time after taking two mouthfuls.

"You..." Zhang Feng wanted to break the **** silence, but opened his mouth but didn't know how to say it.

"I'm sorry you, sorry your mother!" Zhang Dashan suddenly said.

His rough and yellowed hands covered his face, muddy tears overflowed from his fingers, and the emotion he had suppressed for twenty years finally broke out.

The will is like steel, and he has been hiding undercover for twenty years. Under the severe torture of the enemy, the man who has never yielded to reveal any information, his emotions finally collapsed beyond control.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhang Dashan repeatedly said, he has no culture, and he does not use gorgeous language to explain it. He can only repeat the sorry, hoping to be forgiven by Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng's eyes were astringent, he raised his head slightly and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the tears to flow back.

He clearly remembered that his mother fell ill in bed when he was a few years old. At the end of the illness, the whole person's consciousness was blurred, but the name of "Zhang Dashan" was repeated like a babble.

It didn't take long for him to suffocate. After kowtow from house to house, he was finally buried in a thin coffin.

hate? When my mother was confused, every time she uttered Zhang Dashan, the hatred in her heart increased by one point, and it continued to accumulate little by little until the hatred was in her bones.

But when I was in the jail of the Golden Triangle and saw the imprisoned Zhang Dashan, I found that the hatred that had been deposited in my heart for 20 years could no longer be mentioned!