Chapter 471-472

"An old hero is in a stable position, with lofty ideals, and a martyr in his twilight years is full of ambition."

This is the old man's favorite poem. Usually, the old man hates others to regard him as an old and confused old man.

Therefore, the old man generally doesn't like to be supported. Even his granddaughter Irene, the old man won't let him help him.

The blow this time was really big. The old man seemed to lose the ability to move back and forth. He had to be supported manually.

It's like an old and frail hedgehog. When looking for food in late autumn and winter, it suddenly encounters the attack of predators. It only curls up in a ball, so scared that it has no time to run away.

Irene's jade hands and bright wrists wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her tears helped the old man and hobbled to the office.

The normal ten minute journey dragged on for half an hour. Along the way, the old man couldn't stop thinking about the next countermeasures.

What should I do!

The fourth team in charge of rescue is also helpless. Three days, if you delay three days, Su Hao will die.

Suddenly, the old man had a flash of inspiration in his mind, like rolling thunder. In the blank mind, he thundered down and flashed past, which immediately reminded the old man of a mysterious figure.

Yes, it's su Hao's flower monk. If it were not for him, the mysterious organization CIA, which is responsible for the human world from being invaded by alien races, is doomed not to be successfully established.

In the end, when monk Chu Hua entrusted Su Hao to the old man's care, Su Hao's life is hanging on the line. After monk Hua knows, the five zang organs temple can't spit fire to rebel.

If the powerful old man is the only one who can scare him, perhaps it is the flower monk who lives in a temple on the mountain but doesn't abide by the rules and regulations.

This matter will be known by monk Hua sooner or later. Now, while Su Hao still has the chance to be treated, he directly tells monk Hua that there may be some hope.

Thinking of these, the old man seemed to have some confidence in his heart. He walked with a broad step towards his office.

Just returned to the office, the old man couldn't even take a sip of water. Although he is also thirsty now, Su Hao's matter is not a small matter.

The old man put out his big hand and hurriedly grabbed the phone on his desk. After thinking about how to tell the whole story and how to deal with it, the old man called the flower monk master Su Hao.

The pleasant ringing from the mobile phone, accompanied by beautiful and melodious music, constantly stimulated the old man's eardrum. The old man couldn't help locking his white eyebrows. He couldn't imagine how fashionable the flower monk was to use such music ringtones.

Fortunately, after eagerly waiting, the phone was finally connected there. As soon as the phone was connected, there came a half drunk and half awake lazy and greasy tone.

"Speak quickly and fart quickly!" master Hua deliberately lowered his voice. It was as if he was afraid of being found.

Yes, master Hua is hiding from the joint encirclement and suppression of the five teachers. He is hiding behind the golden compassionate Buddha, carrying a bottle of foreign wine and drinking twice from time to time.

Accompanied by several beautiful women and beautiful wives, they are served with good wine every day and live an immortal life in a paradise. I don't know how many people envy it.

But master Hua is very carefree, but his disciple Su Hao is still alive and dead.

The old man thought for a moment, and his heart was also at sixes and sevens. Countless words sprang out of his mind, but they were vague and could not directly explain the degree of Su Hao's injury.

Hesitating again and again, the master's heart was horizontal, and he didn't want to hide anything. He said in a deep tone: "Su Hao is dying!"

Su Hao is dying!!!

It's impossible. Su Hao's vitality is stronger than Xiaoqiang. How can he die.

It's a joke to say that Su Hao is dying.

Master Hua smiled foolishly. He recognized that the voice was his only friend.

Now, master Hua is half drunk. But the only clear consciousness in the brain made master Hua quite confused about what was going on today.

But his beautiful wives warned themselves not to drink any more and said it would damage their health!

He managed to hide behind the Golden Buddha and stole half a bottle. For the first time, his old friend called again and said that Su Hao was dying.

Is today April Fool's day? Everyone seems to be joking with themselves.

Monk Hua wiped his red nose with the back of his hand. His expression was very numb. It seemed that he didn't believe what his old friend said at all.

"Come on, don't fool me. Tell me quickly. What trouble has Su Hao caused you again." master Hua inferred from experience that every time an old friend called himself in the past, it was almost because Su Hao caused all kinds of trouble in the headquarters base and didn't obey discipline.

Maybe this time, Su Hao caused a lot of trouble. Otherwise, the old guy wouldn't curse Su Hao and say he was dying.

However, the old man's voice was a little queasy. He raised his hoarse voice and said to the microphone, "Su Hao is really dying. You and my friends have been for so many years. When did I joke with you?"

Monk Hua smiled and smiled. After a few silly smiles, he felt that his old friend was telling the truth.

Otherwise, no one would give the old man a nickname called iron faced hell!

When master Hua was about to tease the nickname of the old man, some words seemed to flash through his mind.

Holding his eyebrows lightly, monk Hua, with one big eye and the other small, shook his head back and forth and thought about something.

After being silent for a long time, master Hua burped. Through the microphone, you can even feel the smoky wine on master Hua.

"You say again, who is going to die?" master Hua asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the old man wanted to rush directly to master Hua and slap him in the face.

It's a good master, but it's really fucking easy. When he was twelve years old, he threw Su Hao into the mercenary army, regardless. Now his disciples are almost kicking to death. Here they are still drinking wine and hugging prostitutes.

The old man couldn't help but feel the fire in his heart. He said coldly to the microphone, "Su Hao is dying and is being rescued now. However, Qin Yifeng, leader of sifan team, has no way. If you have a way, come!"