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Chapter 1070, please burn paper if you need anything(2/4)

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Zhang Yong then took his leave.

Suddenly, two yellow dots appeared on the edge of the map.

I raised the telescope and found that it was Mo He and Dong Ruiyang, so I stopped.

Judging from the hurried steps of Mo He and Dong Ruiyang, it seems that the situation is not very optimistic! Maybe the internal strife has damaged their vitality?

"you……"

"Mo He and Dong Ruiyang are here."

"Are there any pursuers?"

"What?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Then I realized the seriousness of the situation.

Pursuing soldiers?

Are the differences serious enough?

frown.

But pretend not to know.

It’s such an eventful time! It’s the same over there. All kinds of ideas collide.

A few minutes later, Mo He and Dong Ruiyang appeared. Just the two of them. No one else. Dong Ruiyang looked very angry.

"Just two of you? Where are the others?" Lu Yan also felt something was wrong.

"They've all been detained." Dong Ruiyang replied angrily. Then he saw Zhang Yong and stopped talking.

"Goodbye." Zhang Yong said goodbye knowingly.

"Wait. Captain Zhang. Please stay." At this time, Mo He spoke.

"Captain Zhang." Dong Ruiyang also approached him.

"Hello." Zhang Yong nodded politely.

Not gay.

A certain distance needs to be maintained.

"Captain Zhang, thank you for sending so many comrades."

"It is said that there are some problems?"

"We can solve it."

"That's good."

"but……"

"Just say what you have to say. There are no outsiders here."

"They may take some drastic actions, maybe..."

"Then there is nothing we can do. We will suppress it."

"We will try to persuade them to abandon the operation."

"let it go."

"They come from the Northeast and are not familiar with the situation here at all. They are just hot-headed and want to act recklessly..."

"understand."

Zhang Yong said calmly.

He has rescued them. Mission accomplished.

If they wanted to take any action, that was up to them. He wouldn't interfere.

With the current strength of the Songhu Security Command, if they act recklessly, they will end up very tragic. Yang Hu is not a soft-hearted person.

However, this is their collective decision and they bear the consequences themselves.

Revolution is not a dinner party.

There will always be someone sacrificed.

"Alas..." Mo He's tone was obscure.

"Actually, you don't have to sigh." Zhang Yong smiled.

"Why?"

"Although you are a little confused and confused now, you will soon come out of the slump."

"how do you know?"

"Because you have a great man over there! He was born and raised in Xiangtan! He will lead you to complete victory."

"Xiangtan?"

"The secret must not be leaked. In short, your good days are ahead."

"how about you?"

Dong Ruiyang suddenly asked.

Then I realized that this question was asked at the wrong time.

Mo He and Lu Yan both tried to stop him with their eyes, but it was already too late.

"I am a reactionary!"

"you are not."

"I'm a nobody, so you don't need to care about me. By the time you win, I won't know where I'll be."

"I will be your introducer..."

"Are you making fun of organizational discipline?"

"I……"

Dong Ruiyang immediately held back his breath.

Lu Yan and Mo He were silent.

Organizational discipline...

What a strange feeling.

It was Zhang Yong who was emphasizing!

"Have all the teams you developed been detained?"

"Yes."

"Then you are discouraged?"

"without……"

"Let's start over again! What's the big deal?"

"I……"

"Jiangyin Fortress is a good place. You may consider settling there."

"Fortress? Jiangyin?"

"Yes. Do your own research."

"OK."

"Farewell."

Zhang Yong turned around and left.

Get on board.

Return directly to Shanghai from Chongming Island.

In fact, walking along the water is faster than driving a motorcycle. Not to mention much more comfortable.

The group disembarked directly at Wusongkou Pier.

"Commissioner?"

Yuan Zheng was very surprised.

Zhang Yong actually came back by water?

He came to Zhang Yong almost at a trot. He was out of breath.
To be continued...
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