When we got to the main road, we saw several jeeps coming towards us and we stood on the side of the road to avoid them.

There were three jeeps in total, which drove over slowly and surrounded a car with a special license plate in the middle, showing a strong sense of protection.

Shen Xingzhou looked up boredly at the cars passing by.

Suddenly, he saw something and his expression froze.

The window of the car in the middle was open, and the man sitting in the passenger seat was dressed in military uniform, his eyes were always looking out the window, and when he noticed Shen Xingzhou's gaze, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, his eyes did not contain a trace of emotion, but revealed a chilling breath of danger.

Just these five senses...

Several cars drove away, and Shen Xingzhou was still staring at the car in a daze.

Xiaoliu looked at the cars with envy, "Today is really an eye-opener. The people sitting in these cars are all important people."

Xie Chengjun came over and patted him on the shoulder. "Those are military cars. Ordinary people can't ride in such cars..."

Shen Xingzhou came back to his senses and said in a very calm voice, “Do you know who is sitting in the car in the middle?”

Xie Chengjun laughed out loud, "Brother Zhou, what are you thinking? How could I possibly know him, but..."

"But what?" Shen Xingzhou turned his gaze to him.

"Look at the shoulder straps on his military uniform and the medal on his chest, you can tell he's not an ordinary person. He must be from a high position, which we can't touch."

Xie Chengjun looked at Shen Xingzhou in confusion, “Brother Zhou, why are you interested in this?”

"Nothing, just curious."

Shen Xingzhou lowered his eyes and suppressed the emotions in his eyes.

In the jeep,

A middle-aged man in the back seat of the car looked at the man in the passenger seat and said, "Lian Shen, the leader wants you to show up at the military parade next week."

The man in military uniform on the co-pilot seat said in a cold voice, "I'm not going..."

He just stared blankly out the window, his dark eyes expressionless.

The middle-aged man sighed softly, "It's not easy to come back once, why don't you go back to the compound to take a look?"

The man in front didn't say anything, but he drove on as he passed the familiar street without stopping.

After driving for another ten minutes, we came to a small courtyard and stopped.

I saw the man take off his military uniform as soon as he entered the yard, then changed into casual clothes, leaned casually on the bed and started smoking.

The middle-aged man behind him tightened his hands hanging by his sides, his face was tense, and the look in his eyes was dark and unclear.

"You really don't seem to care about anything now... Every time you do a mission, you always choose the most difficult and dangerous one, and you always rush to the front. You really want to die, right?"

The man glanced at him lightly when he heard this, and replied calmly: "Isn't he not dead?"

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you think more about your family and the children? You don't care about the child she gave birth to for you?"

"The child is taken care of by others, so I don't need him..."

The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with sorrow. "Lian Shen, the child needs a father. Do you think you have accomplished your mission by marrying a random wife to take care of the child?"

The man looked at the middle-aged man, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray as if nothing had happened, and smiled, "Then what should I do?"

"You should at least go back and spend more time with your child. Don't you know how Lao Ren treats his daughter?"

The man suddenly smiled, and his eyes were filled with mystery as he thought of the child.

For some reason, he couldn't feel any fatherly love towards the child.

It was obviously the child she gave birth to with great effort, and he loved her so much, why was he so indifferent to her child?

He thought that maybe he had gone crazy after her death.

The sadness in the middle-aged man's eyes became more obvious when he saw him laughing.

His brother is like a walking corpse now.

During every conversation, no matter what expression appeared on his face, his tone was always calm and cold like a machine.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and spoke softly: "It's not easy to return to Beijing. I'll call you later to go back to the Mu family to see the old man."

Seeing him nod, she turned and left the room.

Beijing Military District Compound

An old man in a Zhongshan suit was sitting in the living room of his home. He was probably in his sixties. Although he was old, his eyes were sharp and the sharpness in his bones could not be blocked. When he looked at you directly, you would feel nervous and have the illusion of being unable to breathe.

Few of the people living here are ordinary people, and this person is certainly not an ordinary person either. They are all people who can directly contact the big leaders.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were fixed on the gate, as if he was waiting for someone to come.