Chapter 44 Sichuan Restaurant

  Three people drove straight to London's Chinatown, and along the way, Ling Hu told Zhao Ziyang and An Qi'er in detail about how they escaped.

  At that time, she and Seth were in the underground base with a few other people. Suddenly, the thick steel door was attacked by the guardian's missile. Under the circumstances, they immediately chose to retreat and escape through the helicopter airport directly connected to the ground inside the base.

  The defenders' attack was too fast, and they even used laser-guided missiles to blast open the one-meter-thick steel gate. All other mercenaries were killed, and Ling Huo released a small white mouse with explosives tied to its body, which blocked the defenders' advance, allowing him to escape the base with Seth.

  After escaping, Ling Huo couldn't contact other members and parted ways with Seth. She returned to Oxford University to continue her research, while Seth refused to return to the UK and went elsewhere.

  Seth lost the base equipment and couldn't locate Zhao Zi Yang through satellite, military satellite signals were cut off by invaders, passwords were tampered with, and self-destruction system was activated.

  "What about Nas?" Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu.

  "Hmm..." The Spirit Fox said unclearly with a mouthful of bread: "How am I supposed to know where he is, that's a genius monster."

  "What about the ancestral bird?"

  "I don't know." The spirit fox shook its head, indicating it didn't know where the Ancestral Bird had gone.

  "By the way, how did you manage to return safely to Oxford University?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask Ling Hu.

  "Gulp, gulp, gulp..." The spirit fox tilted its head and downed half a bottle of mineral water, then panted and said to Zhao Zi Yang: "My main job is being a member of the Oxford University biochemistry research institute, okay? Being a mercenary is just my sideline, got it?"

  "The spirit fox is being protected by us." Driver Angel said with a reason.

  As a spirit fox, her identity was strictly protected by the lurkers because she was their real trump card. Basically, every now and then, the spirit fox would return to Oxford University for a while, and on days when she wasn't there, others thought she had gone out to do research or travel.

  To put it simply, Ling Hu is the darling of the lurker, and she can play a decisive role in key moments on the periphery.

  "Hey, special forces, when can we have Chinese food? I'm starving!" Ling Hu muttered to herself and pulled out a piece of bread.

  Just as the bread was about to reach his mouth, Zhao Ziyang snatched it away and threw it out.

  "Hehe, don't eat anymore, or you'll regret it." Zhao Ziyang smiled at Ling Hu with a good-looking smile.

  "Cut..." The fox spirit rolled her eyes and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Chinese food isn't that great either."

  She said so, this little girl didn't eat anymore, waiting for the car to arrive in London to eat Chinese food.

  This time, only Ling Hu was found, and it's unknown where Seth is. The infiltrators can't do without him. Without Seth, the infiltrators would lose all high-tech assistance and be unable to complete their own development and expansion.

  Just as she was thinking about it, Ling Hu's hand was on Zhao Zi Yang's body, and her eyes showed a strong interest. Facing Zhao Zi Yang, her interest would never decrease.

  "Special soldier, were you recently injured?" Ling Hu asked Zhao Ziyang with a pair of big eyes.

  "How did you know I was hurt?" Zhao Ziyang asked in surprise.

  "How would I know?" The spirit fox rolled her eyes and continued, "I'm not God, I just want to know what your wound looks like after you get hurt. How fast it heals, whether it's faster than my little white mouse."

  Three sentences can't be separated from little white mouse, little white mouse has become the biggest pursuit of Ling Hu's life.

  "Hehe, got hurt." Zhao Ziyang smiled and pointed to his left chest, saying: "The wound healed too quickly, within twelve hours the muscle fibers regenerated, so much so that there's still a bullet stuck inside that hasn't been taken out yet, I'll need your help with that later."

  "Good!" The spirit fox responded crisply, sticking out her tender pink tongue to lick her lips heavily, revealing a sly smile.

  Inviting the spirit fox to leave is not a problem, it's not just no problem, but even if we want to drive her away now, she can't be driven away. Zhao Ziyang appeared, and she will stick to him tightly, following him wherever he goes.

  Three people stepped into Chinatown, Angel stretched out her hand to grab Zhao Ziyang's hand, showing the intimacy between the two. She did this intentionally or unintentionally for Ling Hu to see, regardless of whether Zhao Ziyang was willing or not.

  However, her efforts were in vain as the Spirit Fox didn't even glance at them, its eyes completely captivated by the various snacks on Chinatown.

  "What's a special soldier?" Ling Huo bit her finger and pointed at a string of red ice sugar gourd, asking Zhao Ziyang.

  What she meant was not asking what it is, but saying I want to eat again.

  "Ice sugar gourd." Zhao Ziyang walked towards the small shop selling ice sugar gourds, took out money and said to the owner: "Boss, is the ice sugar gourd authentic? Give me two strings."

  "Ah, you're speaking my language! This candied hawthorn is the authentic old Beijing style." The boss, with a mouthful of Beijing accent, beamed with joy and nodded at An Qi'er and Ling Hu, saying mysteriously: "Those two girls are quite something, good job, brother, I'm proud of you."

  What's all this commotion about? Zhao Ziyang smiled and picked up two sugar gourds.

  "Hey, don't eat that!" The shop owner stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Ziyang's action and took out two packaged candied hawthorns from under the counter, saying: "We Chinese people eat these, the ones on display are for foreigners to eat, haha..."

  Zhao Ziyang, who had just received the sugar gourd, gave Boss a thumbs up and said with a face of approval: "Damn it, that's how it should be done! The Eight-Power Allied Forces back then also included Britain!"

  "Ah, isn't that so!" The shop owner slapped his thigh and said to Zhao Ziyang: "You know, my great-grandfather was a fourth-rank sword-bearing guard in the Forbidden City back then. I'm telling you..."

  "Where is the Sichuan restaurant?" Zhao Ziyang directly interrupted the boss's words, he knew that if he let this Beijing guy continue to speak, the Eight Banners would come out.

  "This is easy to find, just keep walking forward, at the first intersection turn right, and you'll be there." The boss enthusiastically gave Zhao Ziyang directions, wiped his hand on his pants, took out his phone and dialed a number, saying loudly: "Hey, Old Xu! It's me, your brother Biao. Listen, I've got a friend coming over with two foreign girls to eat at your place, you'd better make some authentic Chinese dishes, or if you serve them that Western crap, watch out, I'll come after you!"

  Listening to the familiar tone, feeling the connection that only comes from being a compatriot, Zhao Ziyang's heart was filled with sighs: Alas, can't go back...

  Saying goodbye to the enthusiastic Beijing uncle, Zhao Ziyang took Angie and Ling Hu to the place he pointed. Eating Chinese food is still Sichuan cuisine, all over the country are Sichuan dishes, it's easiest to bring out the Chinese flavor abroad.

  This Sichuan restaurant is not very big, the sign above the door has "Chuan Jiao" written in both Chinese and English. I guess the owner of this restaurant is friends with the owner of the candied hawthorn stall, who recommended me to come here.

  "Here you are! Hehe, how many of you are there?" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Chinese boy greeted Zhao Ziyang with a smile.

  However, Zhao Ziyang did not respond, he was attracted by a calligraphy on the wall.

  This is a "Dao" character, although it's printed, but every stroke of this character gives people a sense of roundness and transparency, with a hint of natural Daoist flavor. It can be seen that the person who wrote this character has a deep understanding of the Dao character, and has been deeply influenced by human emotions and worldly experiences to write out such a flavor. However, Zhao Ziyang saw a kind of murderous aura from this character, which is a feeling that's hard to describe.

  "Damn it, you're a Japanese devil!" The Chinese young man's face sank, and he loudly scolded Zhao Ziyang: "Get out, get out, my store doesn't serve Japanese devils!"

  Zhao Ziyang, who had been scolded with a barrage of curses, shifted his gaze from the words and curiously looked at the young man with an impatient expression, pointing to his own nose and asking: "Little brother, which eye did you see that I am a Japanese devil?"

  As soon as Zhao Ziyang started speaking, the young man was taken aback and a awkward smile appeared on his face.

  "Ah, ah, sorry sir, sorry, sorry, I'm so confused, I'm so confused... Hehe..." The young man scratched his head and apologized profusely to Zhao Ziyang, while also lightly slapping his own mouth.

  This appearance amused Zhao Ziyang, and he was unexpectedly filled with goodwill towards this seventeen or eighteen year old young man. Nowadays, there are not many people who still remember China's bloody history in their hearts. The term "angry youth", which was once popular, has been cursed as a synonym for foolishness, and it just so happens that Zhao Ziyang is one of these foolish masses.

  This young man in front of me is also one of the stupid army, although he is young, but deep down he is a pure Chinese man.

  The national hatred will never be eliminated, for China, Japan is the national hatred, this point can never be erased. I don't know what's going on with modern education, it can't even make young people remember that hatred, and the most ridiculous thing is that when there was a strong resistance against Japanese goods at home, someone jumped out and said we should resist rationally.

  What is rational boycott? Rational boycott means letting people use what they should use, buy what they should buy, and put the RMB into the pockets of Japanese people as much as possible, while shouting "Down with Japanese imperialism" on their lips.

  What a joke, it's really a big joke. I don't know what kind of person created the rational boycott, and I don't know if the people who agree with it are a group of brain-dead people.

  But what's even more ridiculous is that a Japanese person lost his bicycle and the entire city's police force was mobilized to help him find it back. Meanwhile, Chinese people lose their bicycles every day, but none of them have ever been found, and when they are ridiculed for it, the reason given is always very lofty: this is an international friend, we can't lose face in front of foreigners, it's a matter of China's national quality.

  Pfft! The quality of Chinese people is just being fooled by this kind of pretentious nonsense. To put it bluntly, it's like hitting your own face to make yourself look fat. You think others are friends, but they think you're a fool. What's wrong with foreigners? Are foreigners in China better than locals? Slave mentality, typical slave mentality.

  I don't know when it started, but foreigners in China have become very valuable, no matter how poor they were abroad. Like an Indian man in a certain city in northern China, who smells of curry and is extremely poor, yet the Chinese women around him keep changing - why is that?

  All the bone and pride have been swallowed up by so-called humility, peace, friendship, courtesy, leaving only a humble slave nature.

  "Hahaha......" Zhao Ziyang burst out laughing and patted the young man's shoulder, asking: "Little brother, what's your name?"

  "Zhao Changzheng!" The young man puffed out his chest and loudly said to Zhao Ziyang: "My grandfather fought in the Hundred Regiments Campaign, climbed over snowy mountains and crossed grasslands, participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, was sent to a cowshed and struggled against criticism. Look, that calligraphy is written by my grandfather!"

  Zhang Changzheng proudly pointed at the "Dao" character hanging there, with a proud face.

  Zhao Ziyang stood up with reverence, and in his heart, he had only admiration for this old revolutionary! This was a group of real veterans who crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, all of whom were national treasures. With each passing away, one less remained.

  "Is your grandfather still alive?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Changzhen.

  "Of course, as long as I'm not blind or deaf, he can tell me stories of fighting devils every day."

  "Can I..."

  "Long March!" A loud and rough voice came over, a middle-aged man with a robust build and a waistband walked out and shouted at Zhao Long March: "Get the dishes for Laozi!"

  "My dad... haha..." Zhao Changzheng chuckled and ran towards the kitchen.

  Zhao Ziyang's gaze fell on the middle-aged man, and he saw a triangular wound on the left side of his cheek. The wound was many years old, but it still showed a dark red color, adding a few shades of ferocity.

  "What's with the wound?" Angie asked Zhao Ziyang.

  "Three-edged thorn." Zhao Ziyang blurted out, raising his head and chest, staring at the middle-aged man.

  The middle-aged man stared back at Zhao Ziyang without showing any weakness, his eyes emitting an abnormal glow that was full of a murderous aura.

  The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and then the middle-aged man burst out laughing loudly.

  "Haha, brother, don't say anything else, I'll treat you today!" The middle-aged man walked up with a smile and pulled Zhao Ziyang to a window seat, personally pouring tea for the three of them.

  "Thank you!" Angie and Ling Hu said to the middle-aged man.

  "Hey, thanks for nothing. If it weren't for these two girls following you, I wouldn't have bothered to look at you guys." The middle-aged man spoke his mind freely, then smiled at Zhao Ziyang and said: "You're a real Chinese!"

  The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Angel and Ling Hu almost simultaneously made preparations for an attack.