Chapter 364: Have you heard of the King of Soldiers? (Part 1)

Route 3 is a very ordinary state highway in Brighton, built specifically to connect the Harvard campus with downtown Brighton.

The original site of Harvard University was chosen to avoid the hustle and bustle of the city, so that the academic atmosphere of the school could be better preserved, and it would not be tempted too early by the materialistic allure of the city. At the same time, Brighton used to be an industrial city with particularly serious pollution. Therefore, the location of Harvard was also considered from the perspective of student health, and it was chosen in Cambridge, more than ten kilometers west of Harvard. It is also for this reason that there is a relatively remote road section between Brighton and Harvard.

Zhou Ming's car was driving on this road section. Zhou Ming and the lawyer Alan were both in the car. After they left the FBI branch building, they did not go back to the Garden Restaurant. After all that happened, even if Zhou Ming was fine, no one was in the mood to eat again. So Zhou Ming drove back, but when Zhou Ming was leaving, Alan also followed.

Looking at the fewer and fewer houses around him, Zhou Ming said to Alan, 'Attorney Alan, in fact, I could just drop you off at the law firm, you don't need to take this ride with me.'

Alan said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, that's not entirely true. First of all, I still have some things to discuss with you about some cases, and I also need to go back to my home in Cambridge today. There's nothing important at the office today, so I might as well take a ride with you. Are you really that stingy, Mr. Zhou Ming? I know there's an old Chinese saying that goes, "Kill the donkey after the cart is unloaded. Am I the donkey now?"'

'But we Chinese never say we are donkeys,' Zhou Ming said with a smile, "and it's not that I'm being stingy, I'm just worried about any dangers along the way.'

'Dangers?" Alan was very surprised, 'I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Zhou Ming. This road is a bit remote, but it's not some black ghetto, what kind of accidents could there be? And you, Mr. Zhou Ming, often walk here as well.'

'That was true in the past, but today is different,'

Zhou Ming sighed, and as if to testify to the reality, as soon as he had finished speaking, the bodyguard driving the car in front of him, **, immediately turned around and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, the road ahead is blocked.'

Following **'s words, Zhou Ming and Allen looked up and saw that there were indeed several cars parked across the road in front of them, acting as a barricade. Several white people were leading a group of black people, either standing or sitting in the cars. One black person was standing in front of the car, beckoning ** to stop.

This situation, combined with Zhou Ming's earlier words, made Allen nervous. 'Mr. Zhou Ming, what's going on? Do you know something?'

Zhou Ming shook his head and said, 'I don't know anything. I just think that Senator Brook will not let us off so easily, that's all.'

'So Mr. Zhou Ming, are you saying that this is Senator Brook sending someone to find us?' Allen said incredulously, 'What is he doing? Doesn't he know that he is a senior senator from Massachusetts? How can he do this? This is a very serious criminal act, I will definitely report it to the parliament, I will expose his crimes, he is not worthy of being a senator!'

Alan said, taking out a camera and filming the roadblock in front of him. In the face of Alan's behaviour, Zhou Ming smiled: 'What is a senator? Nothing more than a powerful person, a capitalist who is using this method to realise his power. As for exposing him, I don't think Senator Brook is worried, because there is no way to expose him for a few deaths.'

Alan felt cold all over: 'Mr Zhou Ming, do you think Senator Brook will kill us?'

Zhou Ming shrugged uselessly: 'I don't know, but I think this is the worst outcome.'

'Then let's hurry over there, we mustn't let them have any chance to harm us!' Allen said excitedly.

Facing Allen's excitement, Zhou Ming did not give a direct answer, but looked at him and asked, 'Mr. Allen, are you scared?'

Alan looked at Zhou Ming a little puzzled. He had no idea what Zhou Ming was thinking. Shouldn't he be afraid at this moment? Regardless of whether he had expected Brooke to do this beforehand, these were all ruthless criminals in front of him now. He could see the guns they had pinned at their waists, and knew that their target was most likely him, so how could he not be afraid?

Zhou Ming gave Alan a small smile and then asked him, 'Attorney Alan, have you heard of the term "king of soldiers"?

'I have heard of it. It is the elite of the elite in the army. Not only are they proficient in firearms, they are also excellent in close combat, have an unparalleled sense of the battlefield, and can often defeat enemies ten or even a hundred times their number. They are the king of kings among the best of the best, and the object of all soldiers' admiration,' said Alan. 'But why are you suddenly asking me this question at this time, Mr. Zhou Ming?'

'Because my bodyguard, Mr. Zhou Ming, is the king of soldiers in our country,' Zhou Ming told him.

Alan was shocked. His mind could not process such a huge amount of information. He subconsciously looked forward and saw the silent Chinese man smile back at him. Although the smile was just a friendly gesture, it still gave Alan a chilling feeling. It was as if the man in front of him was not a human being, but the god of war, holding a shield in his left hand, a spear in his right, and a raging holy flame burning throughout his body.

'So what do you think, Mr. Zhou Ming?' Alan asked uncertainly.

'Surround the enemy and defeat them, and incidentally capture one alive and ask who is behind this. If it's Mr. Brook, he's dead for sure, isn't he?' Zhou Ming said.

'Crazy, Mr. Zhou Ming, your idea is absolutely the craziest idea ever!' Alan said, 'The other side has so many people and so many guns, and your bodyguard is only one person, it's hard for him to have a chance of winning, and the military king I just mentioned was just a metaphor... No, don't stop the car!'

Just as Allen was speaking, their car gradually came to a stop. Allen immediately let out a scream, but Zhou Ming told him to calm down and asked **, 'Our American lawyer is worried about your safety, and there are indeed a lot of people in front of us. Is there a problem?'

'Of course there is no problem,'

** answered very confidently, then took out a bunch of parts from under the seat and quickly assembled them into a gun, pulled the safety, took out a few magazines, fastened them around his waist, and got out of the car.

As the car door slammed shut, Alan's heart gave a sharp thump. But at this point, he knew that there was no use saying anything else, so he just kept his eyes fixed on ** and prayed. Zhou Ming saw how he looked, so he reached out and patted his shoulder to reassure him.

In the front of the car, I don't know what ** and the white man in charge on the opposite side said to each other, but suddenly I saw the blacks who were just sitting in the car on the opposite side stand up, and each of them pointed a gun at **.

This made Allen's heart rise to his throat. Although none of the guns were pointed at him, he still felt the air in the car freeze up in an instant.

...

While guns were being drawn on Highway 3, Old Brook was sitting in the Garden Restaurant, eating his meal. Sitting opposite him was a very strong white man with a scar running diagonally across his face from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right eye, like a fleshy centipede, splitting his face in half and looking very scary.

'Mr. Brook, thank you very much for your hospitality. To be honest, I have wanted to eat at this garden restaurant for a long time, but the damn waiter never let me in. Today, it is thanks to you,' Scarface said to old Brook.

Old Brook waved his hand and then said something completely irrelevant: 'Mr. Cole, do you know that the place where we are eating now was an hour ago, a group of yellow-skinned Chinese were eating.'

Despite the complete incomprehensibility of the other person's words, Scarface, who was called Cole, still replied, 'I think it must have been a grand animal show. You know those Chinese don't know any etiquette, and in their eyes there is only food and money, just like peasants emerging from the bottom of a gold mine. So did you, Mr. Brook, drive them away and then invite me here?'

'That's right, but it's not quite right either. Mr. Cole was invited by me, but I didn't drive them away. They just couldn't afford to spend any more here.'

Old Brook then changed the subject, saying, 'But that's not important. What's important now is whether Mr. Cole and your people can catch or kill that damned Chinese guy?'

'If he's not surrounded by more than ten special forces, then I think the job is in the bag,' Scarface replied. 'I'm absolutely sure about this because my brothers have all fought with me on the battlefield in Southeast Asia and are all mercenaries who have really seen blood.'

Old Brook nodded and said, 'This makes me feel at ease. Maybe I should have chosen Mr Cole's gang earlier, because then I would have gotten rid of the Chinese problem sooner.'

'Or maybe I can catch more Chinese people, especially women,' said Scarface. 'Mr. Brook, you may not know, but some yellow-skinned women are very enjoyable to fuck. They are weak and obedient. But what I miss even more is when you stab them with a knife while fucking them with your gun. The tightness and the screams of the yellow-skinned women are simply a heavenly pleasure!'

Old Brook grinned evilly and licked his lips, saying, 'So there is such a way to play? Mr. Cole is really something. Then it seems that after dealing with this yellow-skinned monkey, I will have to torture the yellow-skinned women under him properly as well. It's just that this kind of behavior won't attract the FBI, will it? You know that I am a senior senator from Massachusetts, and there are some things that I absolutely cannot touch.'

'Of course there's no problem. My confidentiality is CIA-level!' Scarface said, "As long as Mr. Brook can give my company better preferential treatment.'

Old Brook extended his hand to Scarface: "Deal.'

At this time, Scarface's phone rang. While taking out the phone, Scarface said to Old Brook, "It seems that my brothers have already succeeded and are celebrating with champagne.'

But Scarface's smile immediately froze here, and it was replaced by an unparalleled panic, because what was said on the other end of the phone was, "Mission failed!'