First volume of imprisonment Chapter 12 Internship
The gun captain was very grateful to Long Zhenbang. To be honest, it would be a lie to say that they had no feelings for each other after five years of getting along. Long Zhenbang left the most meat for him during meals, which turned him from a skinny and fragile little thief into the muscular man he is today, from an ignorant farmer to an intellectual who can talk with professors for hours, and from a cowardly and shameless little rapist to the villain he is today.
The concept of the country in the mind of the gun chief still remained in the 1970s and 1980s, and the nation was only the Miao women and those people dressed strangely. The gun chief only remembered that the first sentence he said when he went to school when he was a child was to study hard and make progress every day. He wanted to be a new person with four qualities and build modernization, but what was modernization? The gun chief had no idea. Later, he understood modernization as buying a big truck for transportation, because the car was the most modern thing. But Mr. Ouyang did not waste his time in these five years. He told the gun chief a series of theories about philosophy, such as Hegel, Feuerbach, Marx, Engels, etc., which was also to transform the gun chief from the inside. Of course, the requirements of Mr. Yinglong did not give the gun chief a so-called correct outlook on life, but only told him his views on the world, his views on life, and all the application methods. Ouyang believed that the gun chief had his own outlook on life and the world, and his own standards of right and wrong. Although he only smiled bitterly in front of the gun chief again and again, because this guy often confused primitive people with modern people, Ouyang could also understand a lot from it, and some inherent concepts were deeply rooted in his mind. Especially the spear chief, he did not recognize the thousands of years of Chinese cultural tradition. The so-called tranquility leads to far-reaching, but if you can't even have enough food, how can you achieve far-reaching. What about tranquility and inaction, what about villains and gentlemen, what about dedication to ideals, these are all bullshit. You have to have yourself before you can have society. Ouyang said that you are a complete idealist. The spear chief laughed and said, "What is the difference between idealism and materialism? I am not going to govern the country. I just live the life I want. As long as it makes me happy, it is good."
It has become the gun chief's principle to put his own interests above everything else. Selfishness and shamelessness are the means. The gun chief firmly believes in a saying: evil people are afraid of evil people, good people don't live long, and disasters are left for thousands of years. Since ancient times, those so-called heroes have not had a good end. What's the good of this? The greatest heroes serve the country and the people. Bullshit, what about himself? This is the value. When he dies, he is just a handful of yellow earth. What do he get? Reputation? Fuck it, I am a rapist, what reputation do I need? Isn't being a rapist good? At least I don't have to endure the pain of secret love. I forced her to do it. Whether she loves me or not is her family's business. I can't control it. If I like her, I will do it. Why should people live so hard? If I could beat the whole village, who would dare to charge me for wine? Old Master Ouyang said: "If everyone is like you, then society will be in chaos." The gun chief asked back: "What does this have to do with me?" Faced with this almost rogue questioning, Ouyang also felt that his teaching action was successful.
There are still two years left, Chen Fanglan began to step up. There is nothing much to learn from others as a spear chief. Zhao Yun is not a good person. But Zhao Yun did not take the spear chief seriously. He only talked about it. If he really took action, wouldn't you pee your pants? Now the spear chief's task is very simple. He gets up every morning to practice Tai Chi, and then hangs a brick on his wrist to practice his concentration in holding the gun. Shooting is a game of three points and one line. The main thing is the person. The gun is dead, so the gun is controlled by the person. Can it block a bullet no matter how good the kung fu is? Besides, my nickname of the spear chief does not mean a thief. He must also have the demeanor of a real gunner. Wang Daming's teaching to the spear chief is very interesting. He uses his eyes and actions to convey his experience and feelings. The spear chief has been with him for five years, so of course he can understand with just one look. Daming requires him to be calm. No matter what the situation is, calmness is the most important thing. This has also become the best thing for the spear chief to practice in the past five years, that is, calmness. He was often beaten to his knees, sodomized, and subjected to cruel training. Coupled with his natural talent as a thief, his calmness became the Gunner's most terrifying weapon, accompanying him through the bloody years after his release from prison, and countless cunning escapes.
The progress of zombie jump is also improving rapidly with the deepening of Tai Chi Qigong. Although it is difficult to jump an inch higher after two feet, the spear master still did it, and developed inch by inch. The spear master is also very interested in acupuncture. Long Zhenbang's technique is indeed unique. He can gather the energy into a needle shape. The only requirement is to identify the acupuncture points accurately. This is not too difficult for the spear master, but everyone's body shape is different, so some acupuncture points cannot be accurately and quickly hit.
Many martial arts novels have exaggerated the idea of hitting acupoints, saying that one finger can make a person stunned or die. It is not so easy. For example, if you want to make a point faint, if you only hit one acupoint, you have to choose the right time. The speed of the meridians and the speed of blood and qi are all particular. For example, the temple is a dead point and a live point. If you hit it too hard, you can kill the person, but if you hit it too lightly, you can only make the person faint. The force required is extremely high. The temple is not fixed on the forehead, but it keeps changing. After getting the timing right, you can basically hit the target with one hit. Of course, from the perspective of the spearman now, this is very easy. The speed of a person's blood circulation, heart rate, etc. can all be captured by his perception. His ears and eyes are also very sharp, which is mainly due to the qi movement of his own qigong practice. The qi movement spreads out, and within ten meters, the spearman can accurately find the opponent's heart and some acupoints with strong blood and qi without looking.
If you want to make a person sleepy, it is not a random thing. You need to press several acupoints, and speed, force, and accuracy are the key. After sleeping for a period of time, you have to press again. There is no such thing as a sleeping acupoint. However, the gun master thinks that Long Zhenbang's method is very useful. It is to use the effect of silver needles. Long Zhenbang's skill can only hit two or three silver needles, but the gun master can master five. This is the difference. It makes Long Zhenbang feel a little ashamed of being a teacher. Of course, this is mainly due to the gun master's talent. Practicing Tai Chi Qigong usually takes thirty to fifty years to achieve some success. Those who can achieve some success within twenty years are considered geniuses. I didn't expect such a humble person to be a rare talent. The technique of concentrating Qi into needles also needs to be learned. The ten steel needles that the gun master brought back from the workshop are not bad, but they are heavier than silver needles, so let's practice them first.
Regarding the poisoning herbs taught by Long Zhenbang, the spear captain often discussed them with Xie Ziming, but Xie Ziming was not very knowledgeable about Chinese medicine and could only give a vague answer.
The days passed by in the mediocre study and practice of the Gun Captain until 2001, when he would be released from prison in a few months. During this period, he had several opportunities to have his sentence reduced, but failed at the suggestion of Long Zhenbang. Ever since the last conversation with Long Zhenbang about the secret agent, the Gun Captain has been on guard cautiously, still with that humble smile and that pretentious Gun Captain.
看子 English: The nights in June were very hot. The rifle captain basically sleeps very little now. As long as he practices Qigong, he can restore his strength in two or three hours, but his brain is very tired, so he still has to go to sleep normally. After work that night, the seventh brother Zhao Yun was kept back by the instructor Wu Wenwei. It's strange to say, after so many years, although Wu Wenwei has been promoted to captain, he has always stayed in this squadron. This made Long Zhenbang very careful. He has been observing this man with the surname Wu. There is nothing wrong with him from the outside, but this person is too inconspicuous. Long Zhenbang started to keep him after the rifle captain came in. Sure enough, he was discovered that Wu Wenwei went to see Zhao Yun every once in a while. According to Zhao Yun, the two were alumni, but one studied supervision and administration and the other studied criminal investigation. But Long Zhenbang didn't think so. Judging from his physique and usual actions, Wu Wenwei must have a trick up his sleeve. There is a pattern in his walking and movements. Of course, he is from a police academy, so this is understandable, but Long Zhenbang is an old hand and he won't judge people so easily, especially when he found that Zhao Yun was a little unusual, he thought about it in depth.
He walked to the gun captain and whispered, "If I scream tonight, you must kill me! This is my request! One last thing. When you get out, go to the C Province Evening News and find a man named Long Chengjiang. Remember, the C Province Evening News, Long Chengjiang, the code is: a great country and a clown. Don't ask why. When the time comes, you will find him and everything will become clear."
Seeing Long Zhenbang's look, the gun captain dared not ask any more questions, but he began to feel nervous. Although he had been strengthened in all aspects, it would be no joke if he really took action. Long Zhenbang whispered in the gun captain's ear: "Don't worry, if you kill me, you will only be rewarded, and you may even be released early. I will let Yang Zhong and Wang Daming cooperate with you. Judging from the look on Captain Wu's face tonight, I'm afraid I'm in danger."
The gun master didn't say anything, but his face was very green. If he wanted to kill someone now, it wouldn't be difficult to kill Long Zhenbang or even the entire 307. Even escaping the prison wouldn't be difficult at all. Looking around, the gun master couldn't help but ask Long Zhenbang, "Master, why?"
Long Zhenbang looked at the spear master steadily. He heard the words of the master as a family member and caring from the spear master. It was from the heart, which touched Long Zhenbang a little. He shook his head and said, "Siqing, don't ask anymore. You will know the truth after you go out and do what I say. Telling you now will only harm the situation."
At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhao Yun came back. Everyone looked at him. Zhao Yun still smiled and said, "Brothers, I'm sorry that I'm late. The supervisor wanted to inform me about family affairs. Also, Boss! Captain Wu asked you to go."
Long Zhenbang said calmly, "Could it be that Captain Wu wants to treat me to a drink? Haha, that's a good thing. Old Seven, tell me what's the matter?"
Zhao Yun said, "I don't know what it is either."
Long Zhenbang laughed and said, "Seventh Brother, just act like the big brother and lift the lid. I guess your mission is over and you have failed. I have nothing to say. You don't have to keep pretending in front of your brothers. Just speak frankly."
Zhao Yun stared at Long Zhenbang and said, "Boss, I've been very hard over the years. For ten whole years, I stayed by your side but I never got your trust. Hehe, now the thing in your hand is no longer important. You can take it out as a life-saving measure. If you don't take it out, we don't care. The matter is almost resolved. You can do whatever you want."
Yang Zhong and Wang Daming stood up and stared at Zhao Yun. At this time, the door of the cell was pushed open, and several armed police with submachine guns pointed their guns at the people inside: "No one is allowed to move!"
Long Zhen stood up and glanced at the spear chief. The spear chief's heart trembled slightly. He knew what Long Zhenbang meant. This glance was like the farewell of a long-time friend, and also like a blood-related relative full of love and reluctance. The spear chief's eye sockets were a little tight, sore and swollen that it made people uncomfortable. The spear chief tightly grasped his pants, and his palms were already covered with sweat. Long Zhenbang walked in front of Zhao Yun and said with an unchanged expression: "Congratulations, you can finally get out of this prison, but things are not as easy as you said. Haha, what I, Long Zhenbang, did is not so easy to resolve. I will go with you, but let me say goodbye to my apprentice." After speaking, he walked towards the spear chief without waiting for Zhao Yun's consent. Zhao Yun saw a fierce light flash in Long Zhenbang's eyes, and knew that something was going to happen, and hurriedly shouted: "Spear chief, be careful!"
Long Zhenbang grabbed the gun master's neck and shouted at Zhao Yun: "Little bastard, don't move! If you dare to move, I will break his neck." Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment. He never expected that Long Zhenbang would take the disciple he treated best as a hostage. He didn't have a good impression of the gun master, but after being together for a few years, he knew that the gun master was a timid guy and could not commit any serious crimes. He was teased by Long Zhenbang and others like a toy. The so-called master and apprentice were just a cat playing with a mouse , and the gun master was not even qualified to be a mouse. Either he was beaten to his knees and dared not fight back, or he cried and begged for mercy. Zhao Yun had specially strengthened the gun master's self-confidence for this, encouraged him, and told him to let go! But the gun master used the same trick he used against Master Xiaobai, which made Zhao Yun helpless. This was a rotten wood, a shit-like person, but now this shit-like person was trembling all over, his face was pale, and he was looking at Zhao Yun with the eyes of a son looking at his father.
"Long Zhenbang, do you still want to resist? This is your own disciple!"
Long Zhenbang sneered at Zhao Yun, his eyes full of determination, which made Zhao Yun dare not make a decision. Although the spear leader was a prisoner, he could not take human life as a joke. Yang Zhong and Wang Daming started to move. Zhao Yun stared at them and said, "Old Five, Old Six, don't kill yourself! This matter has nothing to do with you, don't be stupid!"
At this moment, the spear chief's head suddenly shrank down, his right hand turned upside down, and he slapped Long Zhenbang's throat, then screamed wildly: "Ahhh, kill you, kill you, kill you..." Before everyone could react, the spear chief had already chopped Long Zhenbang's throat more than ten times. Long Zhenbang's eyes slowly dispersed, and he had an indescribable feeling when looking at the spear chief. Zhao Yun felt very strange. The spear chief knew that this was a farewell. Long Zhenbang's larynx had been chopped by the spear chief, and the twisted and broken trachea made a gurgling sound. Blood and foam came out of his nose and mouth. Long Zhenbang's face turned purple and he fell to the ground with a thud. Zhao Yun only reacted at this time. The spear chief's eyes were scattered, and he was still mumbling in his mouth, and his hands were constantly dancing in the void.
At this time, the gun chief had no fear in his heart. He just felt that life was really fragile. He was still alive and well a minute ago, but now he had become a pile of dead meat. He also felt extremely sad. He had never doubted Long Zhenbang's feelings for him, but if he didn't do it would have to harm Yang Zhong and Wang Daming. The gun chief felt like vomiting. Thinking of the car accident scene he saw that year, he finally knew that dead people were not scary, but disgusting. But he had to hold back and do the following drama. This was the gun chief. He had officially graduated from now on. In this special school, he learned the skills that frightened people, and also had a frightening mind, calm, cruel, and cunning. This was the disciple taught by Long Zhenbang, and it was also the result of his personal experiment. He wanted the gun chief to break through the last psychological pressure, which was blood and murder, and the one he killed was his own master. What else could the gun chief not dare to face?
