its 292: end, or maybe the beginning

The vast ocean raises layers of waves. On the golden beach, the sea waves continue to rush to the shore, and then slowly retreat. When it comes, the wind is thunderous, and when it goes, it is reluctant to leave, as if to visit the teenager of his lover.

The sea breeze blew and messed up Yun Weizi's long hair. She stood quietly on the cliff, facing several tombstones.

"Should I say you're wrong? Maybe you're not right, but the method is not right. Yun Weizi looked at the tombstone and muttered to herself. The world really needs to be changed, but it is definitely wrong to use such fierce violence.

"Sister, the warship has entered the port." Su Yu's figure appeared on the cliff. Yun Weizi turned around and smiled at him: "Then let's meet them."

"Do you think the people of the United Nations will agree with our cooperation proposal?" Su Yu asked.

"I don't know." Yun Weizi shook her head, "But at least, this is the first time we have started to cooperate with mortal forces. With communication and communication, I think one day, our ideals will be achieved.

"Yes." Su Yu nodded.

On the same earth, in another eastern country, Yan Xiuwei and Meng Zhiyou sat next to Luan Feng and listened to him talk about the terrible and memorable experience.

"The sword of De Mocles is completely destroyed?" Meng Zhiyou asked.

"Yes." Luan Feng smiled and said, "We all worked together to smash it to pieces. But then again, in fact, it's not necessary to think about it now, because that thing can't be used by anyone except for Gong Ping.

"Where's Gong Ping?" Yan Xiu asked nervously, "How's Gong Ping?"

"It's dead." Luan Feng spoke with ease.

"What?" Yan Xiuwei exclaimed at the same time as Meng Zhiyou. The same exclamation also sounded in the president's room of Heidan Group. Yu Qianyu stood up from the chair with a trembling voice and tears in his eyes: "He... is dead?"

"Yes." Xia Jie nodded, "But... Among Yun Weizi's companions, there is a man named He Xiao..."

Fang Xinxing walked on the street, and there were people passing by in a hurry. Some people walked quietly on the street chair. Some people stood outside the window. The traffic shuttled on the road, and the sound of the flute occasionally sounded, but none of these scenes came into her eyes, and none of these sounds did it into her ears.

Time is Sunday, the last day of the week, also known as Sunday. In the old Western era, this day was the day to worship in the church, the day to meet God, listen to the teachings, feel God's love, and pray for peace to God. Up to now, the original meaning of Sunday has long been blurred.

There is no class on this day, but there is more work in the boxing hall than usual. At this moment, she is walking there. Fang Quan has called three times to urge, but she is still walking slowly on the street. She has no intention of taking the bus or taking a taxi.

She doesn't know what's wrong with her today. Anyway, she just wants to wander in the street like this.

Maybe it's because she suddenly remembered someone in her mind. That person left a deep impression on her and stayed in her heart and would not leave.

He has been separated from him for a long time. How is he doing now?

When will he come back?

Does he also care about me in his heart?

These thoughts hovered in Fang Xinxing's mind, making her feel a sour pain.

In the sky, white clouds flowed and changed their shapes. She looked up occasionally and always felt that it looked a little like him.

There is never a fixed moment, moving with the wind, floating around, and unpredictable.

God, let him come back to me as soon as possible.

Fang Xinxing looked at the sky and couldn't help praying in his heart.

At this moment, the siren suddenly sounded, and several police cars came from the other side of the road, surrounding a small bank in front of them.

The policeman in the car came out with a gun and pointed the gun at the door of the bank.

A policeman took out a loudspeaker and shouted, "Listen to the people inside, put down their weapons and come out of it!"

Fang Xinxing was shocked and immediately understood that there was a bank robbery.

Like other curious people around her, she gathered around, stood behind the police car, and looked inside the bank door.

Through the glass door, you can see that there are two people in it, both tall and short, holding homemade short-barrel shotguns.

"Brother, this time it's over..." Seeing so many policemen rushing in the bank, the short robbers were scared to cry.

"What a fart!" The tall man roared, "We still have hostages in our hands!"

With that, he rushed to the corner, pulled up a young man, strangled his neck with one hand, and pointed the gun at his head with the other.

"No!" The young man was so scared that he couldn't stop screaming, and his two companions trembling and paralyzed to the ground.

"Big brother, this... don't kill people! We're just saving money..." The short man was even more scared.

The tall man stared at him fiercely: "Shut up!" With that, he came to the door and kicked the door open.

He cat waisted, hid behind the young man, and shouted at the police outside:

"Give me an empty car full of gas, or I will kill people!"

The policemen looked at each other in consters. A police officer ordered his subordinates: "If you meet a bandit, ask the special police team to come immediately. Now find a negotiator to coax him first!"

Immediately, a policeman shouted at the tall man, signaling him not to be impulsive. People who could meet his requirements were coming.

"Chen Yu?" Fang Xinxing stared at the tall hostage and exclaimed. She recognized that it was her classmate in her university.

"Do you know him?" A warm hand gently rested on her shoulder, and a familiar voice sounded behind her.

She was shocked and hurriedly turned around, and then tears welled up in her eyes.

"Brother Gongping!" She hugged the man behind her and was so excited that she couldn't say a word.

Gong smiled insipidly. He couldn't stand the warm hug of the other party's new star.

The eyes of the people around him suddenly focused on his side, and Fang Xinxing shouted too loudly.

"Damn, in this case, are there still people talking about love?" The tall man also heard Fang Xinxing's shouting. After looking at it, he couldn't help cursing and slowly retreated to the door with the hostage.

"When did you come back?" Fang Xinxing let go of Gong Ping after a long time and asked with tears in his eyes.

"It's been a while." Gong Ping said with a smile, "I went back to my hometown to see my parents first. After I came back yesterday, I met several other friends. Now I'm going to the boxing hall to have a look, but I didn't expect to meet you halfway.

Why did you come to see me for the last time? Fang Xinxing was somewhat disappointed.

But it doesn't matter. He's back. That's good.

At this time, a black Audi stopped behind the crowd. A middle-aged man in a gray uniform got out of the car under the protection of two bodyguards and stood quietly outside the crowd, staring at Gong Ping.

"Do you know that hostage?" Gong Ping asked again.

"It's my classmate." Fang Xinxing nodded hurriedly, "I hope it's all over."

"With me, everything will be fine." Gong smiled insipidly and smiled beside him, but Fang Xinxing couldn't see it.

"You don't have to transform into such a small event!" Yun smiled, with a proud face, and his left hand slowly raised it up.

In the bank, the two robbers suddenly did not move like a wooden clay sculpture.

They suddenly found that they had sunk into a darkness. The darkness was endless, and there were chaotic scenes everywhere, some of which they had experienced and some of which they were experiencing.

The short man looked around in a flash, and countless scenes flowed past him. That was a good memory of his childhood and a sign that his kindness had flashed in his heart.

Then, it is his previous evil deeds, and the harm that evil deeds have brought to others.

He saw the old man who had stolen his wallet. He sat by the roadside and cried bitterly. He watched the old man's grandson delay the treatment because the old man failed to pay the operation fee in time.

He saw that the person who was injured by him lost one of his legs forever and became disabled.

He saw countless real scenes, which tormented him.

And the kindness that keeps pouring out from the bottom of his heart makes his pain stronger.

"I'm guilty!" He couldn't help kneeling down and crying trembling.

Tears of heartfelt regret brought him back to reality. He threw away his gun and knelt on the ground and cried.

"I'm not a human being. I deserve punishment!"

As he spoke, he stood up, raised his hands, swayed outside, and shouted, "Catch me. I'm a sinner. I want to confess everything. I want to be a good person again!"

"Successful redemption." Gong Ping said calmly.

"What?" Fang Xinxing was stunned, and Gong Ping smiled and said, "It's nothing."

The tall man also sank into his spiritual space, and countless scenes were flying around him. He saw the child of the person he killed, cried because he lost his father, saw the woman who was insulted by him, and drank poison to commit suicide...

The good in my heart rose, but in the end, it failed to defeat the evil full of selfish desires.

"His, what is this?" He looked around blankly in the spiritual space, "What's going on?"

In an instant, a powerful force pressed him down and pressed him to the ground. He struggled desperately and cursed loudly.

It didn't help. In an instant, he was completely crushed by that power.

"Redemption failure, punishment." Gong Ping said slowly.

"Ah?" Fang Xinxing didn't understand what Gong Ping was talking about.

"Nothing. Let's go." Gong Ping smiled and said, "Your classmate is all right."

In the bank, the tall man softened and fell to the ground. The vital signs gradually disappeared from him.

"What's going on?" The policemen who had just escorted the short man into the police car looked blank.

At this time, Gong Ping had hugged Fang Xinxing and walked out of the crowd.

"Mr. Gong Ping?" Outside the crowd, the middle-aged man in gray clothes greeted him and smiled at Gong Ping.

"Who are you?"

"National Security Agency." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "If it's convenient, can I talk to you?" He pointed to the car next to him.

"People from the National Security Agency, what are you looking for me for?" Gong Ping frowned.

"It's like this." A young man came down from the car and waved his hand in a friendly manner.

When he came to the front, the young man stretched out his hand: "My name is Ma Haojie, the new deputy director of the National Security Bureau. There are some things I want to discuss with you.

"Hello." Gong Ping shook hands with him. I'm just an ordinary person. What are you looking for me for?

"Don't say that." Ma Haojie smiled, "The Secretary-General of the United Nations has landed on an island, and according to the information we have received, some people are related to that island. Moreover, from some information from the West Darut Republic, this person has nothing to do with you, right?

"New Star, wait for me here." Gong Ping patted the new star on the shoulder below and walked to the car.

Ma Haojie smiled, followed him and sat in the car with him.

Fang Xinxing wanted to keep up and was stopped by middle-aged people and bodyguards: "Sorry, miss, please wait here."

"What do you want?" In the car, Gong Ping asked Ma Haojie.

"In fact, any official power has known about the powers since ancient times." Ma Haojie said, "It's just that I haven't taken them seriously. But it's different now. The Secretary-General of the United Nations is negotiating with the people of the Kingdom of God, trying to get their help, so that the United Nations is no longer a denounceable but not very binding body for the great powers. Our government has also decided to set up a special department to establish an organization of supernatural people. Would you like to be the director of this organization?

"Let me think about it." Gong Ping smiled and pushed the door and got out of the car.

"My phone!" Ma Haojie hurriedly handed out a business card along the window. Gong Ping took it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Contact me if you think about it." Ma Haojie smiled.

Gong Ping smiled and walked back to Fang Xinxing, put his arms around her shoulder, and walked in the direction of the boxing hall.

"What are they... looking for you?" Fang Xinxing asked nervously.

"Nothing." Gong Ping smiled and said, "Let's go. Let me see how you and Uncle Fang have restored the boxing hall."

"You're not going to leave again?" Fang Xinxing had a bad feeling.

"This..." Gong Ping smiled and said nothing.

"This is really not possible." Luck floated beside him, with a hippie smile.

Gong Ping took a look at it, and it also just turned his eyes to Gong Ping. Life and luck looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

The end of the book

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