MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 378 secret execution

  The wicker and door panels who were also promoted to the Gale Army are of course members of He Lingchuan's team. Hu Min's team was downsized during the last mission, and the captain was reassigned again, which has other uses, so he simply came to He Lingchuan—

  Also pulling Alo together.

  The battle organization of the Gale Army is relatively flexible. A small team consists of five to ten people, which is decided by the captain independently, and people can also be added temporarily.

  So the team has stabilized for the time being. There are actually only three newcomers, and they have to perform tasks today.

   Soon He Lingchuan joined the wicker and the door panel, and was ordered to go to the prison.

There are three prisons in Panlong City. The highest-level and most fortified one is located in the north of the city, not far from the north gate. To check the relevant documents.

  The secret order that He Lingchuan handed over contained only two sentences:

   "Prisoner No. 27, implement Resolution No. 1." Signed by Commander Zhao Xianhe, with a seal attached.

  To be honest, He Lingchuan was startled when he saw the issuer of the secret order.

  Zhao Xianhe, some time ago the skinny man was only gossip that the commanding officer hadn't shown up for a long time, and Wen Daolun even performed the routine inspections in the martial arts hall, so he might not be involved in some major event.

   Unexpectedly, the first task after becoming a full-time member was actually sent by the commander.

   That is to say, Zhao Xianhe is all right?

  The guard received the secret order, read every word carefully, and then said: "Go and wait outside the door."

The three of He Lingchuan waited outside the door for more than a quarter of an hour. Three carriages drove out of the prison, each of which was exactly the same in appearance. The wooden carriage pulled by two horses had no marks, and the gray awning was tightly blocked, so that outsiders could not see the inside of the carriage. .

  In fact, it is similar to a carriage running all over the street. It is very plain, and you may not remember its appearance after seeing it several times.

   Then another carriage came out, and the prison guard said to He Lingchuan: "It's your turn, go up."

  He Lingchuan and the door panel tied their horses to the back of the car, then jumped onto the front seat, the wicker curtain lifted and got into the carriage, and the carriage started slowly.

  They left Panlong City through the north gate, and rushed to the God Advent Platform on the northwest highland as required.

  The seance day has passed, and the seance is once again deserted. If it was in Panlong City, there might be people going to pay homage to it every now and then, but tens of miles to the north of the city, only the mountain wind and dense forest are resident here.

   For living people, livelihood is always the most important thing.

  The three members of the team kept quiet and did not talk during the whole process. This was also the request of the superior, so He Lingchuan didn't know what was in the car. As long as the wicker does not make a sound, the interior of the car is safe and sound.

  He could only occasionally hear a clanging sound coming from inside the car, like metal colliding.

  When we arrived at the God Advent Platform, the wind gradually increased.

  This place is extremely empty, if someone approaches, they can be seen at a glance.

  The door panel was lifted back and the curtain was lifted, and the wicker led a person to jump out of the carriage.

  This man's hands and feet were bound with chains, and his steps were extremely heavy and made a lot of noise.

   The sound of metal that He Lingchuan heard probably originated from this.

  There are dark red runes flowing on the chain, and it is difficult to open without the correct method.

  This man is also wearing a black hood, he can't see anyone, and no one can see him.

  He Lingchuan took out the second secret order.

   This is a small sapphire bamboo tube sealed with wax paint. He Lingchuan now knows that this is the exclusive packaging for Beijia country chewing tobacco.

  He really doesn't understand the humor of the Panlong City executives. But the container where the password is placed does not need to be conspicuous.

  He tore open the wax and poured out a note, a small scroll.

  The three of them looked together with six eyes, and there were only eight simple red letters on the note:

   Kneel down on the pillar of God, Fa-rectification on the spot!

  The first mission of the three of them after they became regulars was to execute criminals in secret?

   This is not a joke, because there is Zhao Xianhe's signature and seal at the end of the note.

  The other scroll is a portrait, which is used to compare the appearance of the prisoner to avoid mistakes.

  He Lingchuan

   looked up at the seance pillar.

  It pointed directly at the sky, and it was as spotless as before.

  The door panel was so strong that he put the man and the chain in front of the séance pillar, and then kicked him to the crook of his knee.

   With a plop, the prisoner knelt down with both legs facing the pillar.

  The door panel looked at He Lingchuan: "Broken knife?"

  He Lingchuan nodded, and the door panel ripped off the prisoner's black hood.

   This is a man of twenty-four or five years old, with an unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. Although the clothes are quite dirty, they are made of very good materials, which are rare and expensive items that ordinary people in Panlong City cannot wear.

  Wicker compares the portrait with the prisoner, checks it is correct, and then said:

   "Give him a good time."

  Hearing this, the prisoner frantically shook his head, and kept screaming, as if he was hoarse.

   With a sound of "poor", the numbness in his mouth fell out.

   "You killed the wrong person!" The man yelled, "I am Zhao Rong, and my father is Zhao Xianhe, the commander-in-chief!"

   All three of them were shocked.

  This prisoner is actually the son of Zhao Xianhe?

"This is a big misunderstanding! Hukou prison made a mistake!" Zhao Feng seized the limited time and quickly output, "Don't kill me, go and send a message to Mr. Zhao, he can clarify this misunderstanding. It will only take you half a day , I guarantee that each of you will have a golden house in the future!"

  In Panlong City, luxury houses are divided into four classes of "Jade-Jade-Red-Gold".

  The price can be imagined.

  Liu Tiao put the secret order in front of him: "There is no need to pass on the word, this is Mr. Zhao's warrant."

   When Zhao Rong saw it, his eyeballs were almost protruding, and his body trembled uncontrollably:

  「No, no, impossible!」

  Wicker showed him the portrait again: "If it wasn't you, could it be your twin brother?"

   It should be said or not, the portrait is quite similar to Zhao Yu himself, and it firmly grasps the charm, making it recognizable at a glance.

  He Lingchuan grabbed the back of his neck and made him bow his head to the spirit pillar:

  「Time is short, repent well.」

  What does the secret order to make prisoners kneel down mean? Of course it was for him to repent. Otherwise, if you just find a place and chop it up with a knife, why send it to the God Advent Altar?

  His technique was exquisite. When he pressed the big tendon on the back of the neck, the prisoner's whole body went numb, only his mouth could move.

   "My father will never want me to die!" He suddenly collapsed and yelled frantically, "Someone wants to kill me, someone wants to kill Mr. Zhao! Trust me, don't kill me..."

  He still wants to work hard, but in fact he knows that the time limit is approaching, and he struggles left and right, but refuses to kneel down seriously.

  Wicker suddenly said: "He urinated." The two saw that the prisoner's pants were indeed wet.

  The three of them were a little speechless, how could Mr. Zhao's son be so cowardly?

Zhao Rong screamed again: "My father supplies all the weapons and armor in the city, and I got the formula for the white bin gun from Fuhebao! Father's debt is repaid, and father's meritorious service is paid by son. What's wrong with being blessed! My father and son have done so many things for Panlong City, otherwise the whole city would not have a good life!" He spit and turned his head to bite He Lingchuan's hand, "You villains, You villains who don't know how to be grateful, I curse you to die!"

  The fear of death completely overwhelmed him, and the words in his stomach poured out.

   "Great hard work?" He Lingchuan suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and smashed his face against the pillar, "This is called hard work!"

  「Is the credit yours? Isn’t it the 400,000 heroes who died in the wilderness?」

   "What's so great about you father and son, because you dare to take all the credit for yourself because you survived to the end?"

  Every time He Lingchuan said a word, he hit the pillar with his head.

  Every sentence is not in a hurry, but the force of hitting the pillar is getting stronger every time.

  Zhao Rong was hit with blood all over her face, screaming again and again.

  The wicker and the door panel looked at each other, their blood boiled, their eyes hot and their noses sore, and they were shocked by the cruelty and anger contained in it.

   Broken Knife has never been issued

   Such a fire.

   "We..." Liu Tiao wanted to ask again, but He Lingchuan drew his knife casually and stabbed Zhao Rong's heart from the back.

   The Fusheng Knife was too sharp, and Zhao Rong was incoherent in the middle of his speech, only to find a sharp blade protruding from his chest, and he was stunned.

  He Lingchuan held the knife and twisted it to the left again. Zhao said something, but blood was choking in his mouth.

  The door panel silently counted twice, and the prisoner died.

  He Lingchuan pulled out his long knife and said calmly: "Anyway, he won't repent seriously." Don't waste time.

  He wiped the blood on the prisoner's vest, and returned the knife to the sheath.

  The door panel shrugged: "You also left him a whole body."

   "We have no personal grievances." Killing him with a knife is his greatest kindness.

  After the execution was completed, there were no twists and turns, and the three moved the body back to the car. He Lingchuan reminded the two of them: "This matter cannot be disclosed, it can only rot in the stomach."

  Both the door panel and the wicker said: "We can save it."

  The team then drove the carriage and slowly descended the mountain.

   There are already people waiting at the foot of the mountain. The leader is in his fifties, with gray hair and long necks.

  He Lingchuan's team took off their mounts, handed over the carriage to them, and left first.

   These should be people from the Zhao family, because they didn't walk a few feet before they heard crying from behind.

  Wicker let out a light breath.

  But soon the gray-haired old man rode up to catch up, stopped them and asked: "Why is our son bleeding all over his face, and there is a wound on his forehead! Did you treat him..."

  Zhao Rong's forehead was so swollen from the impact that it was impossible to hide it from others.

  He Lingchuan said indifferently: "Young Master Zhao knelt in front of the Adventist Pillar and grabbed it with his head, weeping bitterly. I think he repented very deeply."

  The old man was furious: "You, you dare to torture!"

   "We strictly follow Master Zhao's order, and we are meticulous." He Lingchuan unfolded Zhao Xianhe's note in front of him, and said in a serious tone, "If you have any objections, go to the Red General to complain."

mission completed.

   On both sides of the way home, wild flowers bloomed all over the hillside.

  Bee flies and butterflies fly around, the breeze blows slowly, what a peaceful world. In a small village not far away, children are playing in the fields with innocent faces.

  He Lingchuan was fascinated by the colorful flowers.

  For many years, there have been people stealing gold in the Chifeng mine, but Hou Lichang chose to conceal it;

  Panlong City is in charge of mountains and rivers and mines, and it is Zhao Xianhe, the commanding officer;

  Some time ago, Zhao Xianhe seemed to have disappeared;

  Today, Master Zhao suddenly issued a secret order to send his son to the Shenshen Pillar to rectify the Fa on the spot.

   Zhao Yu’s death was executed in secret without even going through a public trial and conviction.