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Chapter Four Tears on the tip of the iceberg

With a resentful look on his face, Chen Yuyang slowly walked out of the door of the commander's office in the dazzling sunshine. Behind him, Li Mingzhe and Yang Xiaojun followed him silently without saying a word. He took out a cigarette without hesitation, lit it, and smoked deeply.

After taking a sip and letting out a comfortable groan, his eyes turned from sharp to clear again, but the bright red flashed with a strange fire.

In fact, Chen Yuyang didn't know exactly what the game was going to be like. It wasn't until the appearance of the Superpower Research Institute that he felt deeply uneasy.

Thinking carefully about his bizarre experiences in the past two years, Chen Yuyang slowly found clues from some clues, and this clue pointed directly to the chair in Zhongnanhai. This made him feel a kind of anger and anger at being played by someone deep in his heart.

I was ashamed and angry, so I vented it out in front of Zhao Qizhen and Li Feng.

The Zhuge family couldn't wait to ask for an engagement, joining the army in the Northeast, Long Feiyun's olive branch, the Snow Wolf Special Forces, and the Superpower Research Institute. Everything was so natural, but when it was connected, it revealed something strange.

At that time, Chen Yuyang even began to wonder whether what happened to Su Haonan two years ago was the beginning of the chess game.

It wasn't until the night before, the night of the killings, that Chen Yuyang asked Gu Ziran, asked Tang Bo, and asked Zhang Hao, that he got something from a few words.

The disappearance of He Lingling from Suhang City once again verified Chen Yuyang's guess.

However, until now, Chen Yuyang still couldn't crack this game, otherwise he wouldn't have had to break the game with such fanfare and killing.

With a faint sigh, Chen Yuyang murmured: "Ancestor, what kind of chess game is this, and which chess piece do you want me to be?"

Shaking his head silently, Chen Yuyang walked towards his apartment minding his own business.

headquarters

Zhao Qizhen, Li Feng, and Yang Jue were still sitting quietly, with tiredness and laziness in their eyes. After a long time, Li Feng picked up the tea cup and said: "Old Zhao, is it right or wrong for us to force a child like this? He

Only nineteen years old!"

Zhao Qizhen knocked on the table and said calmly: "Nothing can be made without polishing it. Since the Chen family has such ambitions, then as the direct descendants of the old leader, we naturally have to help!"

"However, this child's maturity has far exceeded our imagination. He, he actually..."

Yang Jue smiled slightly, and then said doubtfully: "Old Zhao, I still don't understand where we made the loophole. We did everything in secret, even the boy from the Li family..."

When Zhao Qizhen saw that Yang Jue was about to spill the beans, he immediately made a gesture of silence and said: "Old Yang, what's the point?" After speaking, Zhao Qizhen sighed and said: "Maybe everything is too perfect, perfect without any flaws.

, so, that’s why it became a flaw!”

"I don't think so. I think there must be something wrong with the Superpower Research Institute! They must have revealed something that night?" Li Feng said.

"But the child has no chance to contact those people at all. Besides, Gu Ziran may not necessarily know what's going on inside. Even if he does, he can't tell anyone!"

"Hey!" Zhao Qizhen sighed again: "Just let it go! Everything will be fine! This time I was eager for quick success, and I didn't expect that kid would be so radical and take action to break the situation."

The three old men fell silent again. After all, Zhao Qizhen did this for the benefit of himself and the Northeast Military Region. If Chen Yuyang can really become a candidate for the top spot, then his descendants will also be protected by someone, and there will be no trouble.
Chapter completed!
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