Rose of Heaven

93

On the day when Zhou Yanzheng's mother and sister disappeared, Zhou Yanzheng was picked up from school.

A Cheng, Zhou Hao's trusted subordinate, took two people to his class to pick them up.

Three people appeared fiercely at the door of the high school classroom, and Zhou Yanzheng felt suffocatingly uneasy for the first time in their solemn expressions.

He packed up his things from his seat and dropped the stationery bag. There was a lively girl at the same table, who bent down to help him pick it up. Zhou Yanzheng's face was pale, but he didn't forget to say thank you.

At the age of six, Zhou Yanzheng had a conflict with a little girl in the kindergarten. Although it was not his fault at the beginning, his mother still asked him to apologize.

"Be gentle and polite to girls. Don't bully them. Boys who want girls to cry are the least good." His mother pinched his plump little face and whispered gently.

Six-year-old Zhou Yanzheng felt wronged and buried himself in his mother's arms. "Why, Dad said that if someone beats me, I will fight back."

"Because girls are different from boys. You see, mom is a girl. Girls are the cutest in the world, right? Do you love mom?"

She educated her son in a way that the six-year-old child could understand. Sure enough, Zhou Yanzheng nodded and has been remembering it for a long time.

A Cheng briefly told Zhou Yanzheng what had happened. He returned to Zhou's house in silence. Inside and outside the villa, more than 20 people were surrounded by live ammunition. In this gorgeous mansion, everyone was like a ghost smuggled to heaven, with fear and wariness on their faces.

Zhou Hao has been running around. The next day, he went home to see his son. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yanzheng looked calmer and calmer than him. He was always relieved. He didn't have time to eat a mouthful of hot rice and left in a hurry.

From knowing that his mother and sister were missing, to receiving the news that both of them had passed away, Zhou Yanzheng did not sleep for nearly 50 hours.

At the moment when the dust settled, he quietly returned to the room, took a bath with cold water, and washed his body coldly, but his blood was hot. Zhou Yanzheng felt that he was about to be incinerated by the turrent, and a beast suppressed by his mother was waking up.

Inherited from his  father's violence and fierceness, she didn't like it, so Zhou Yanzheng hid it.

But now, the seal is gone.

Before the first seven days of the Zhou family passed, the other party held a big birthday banquet.

Although all the women at home have been sent out of the country, in Donggang, the dispute between the two tigers has not been concluded yet. Whoever is the first to loses. Singing, dancing, the door is open. If you have the ability, come. If you don't have the ability, you can do it obediently.

No one expected that a teenager in a black hoodie broke in in the middle of the birthday banquet.

Two Beretta 92, left and right open, a total of thirty bullets, the last twenty-six bullets were found in the person, the terrible hit rate.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes were sharp, flashing with gloomy light, like a walking human killer. His thin figure shuttled quickly in the wailing and shouts. With his super intuition, every bullet shot seemed to rely on primitive instinct, without hesitation, no entanglement, no need to measure, no need Measure and calculate.

The brain pulp burst, the blood rushed and splashed, and the intestines were rotten. The floor became slippery and sticky because of the blood flow.

Two consecutive shots did not affect his speed much. On the contrary, the whole person became more and more aggressive with the naked eye. The people who were still struggling to counterattack felt trembling. In the end, they didn't even dare to shoot.

In just ten minutes, the whole birthday banquet, except for Zhou Yanzheng, died.

Zhou Hao was surrounded by Zhou. When he saw his son who seemed to have reached the limit in the pool of blood, he gasped like a broken wind box, his scalp was also numb.

Until he was sent to the operating table, Zhou Yanzheng's hands holding the gun were still trembling.

Others thought that he was injured by a recoile because of a series of shots.

But it's not.

He is excited.

Zhou Hao found a scapegoat to plead guilty for Zhou Yan. His son did it very cleanly. Except for the blood stains left at the scene, there was no evidence that he had been there.

Zhou Hao was shocked again.

His son was born to be a black material.

Originally, his wife was not willing to let Zhou Yanzheng inherit his career, and the two quarreled a lot about it. Zhou Yanzheng also looked at his mother. Except for learning the necessary self-defense skills because of his special status, he did not participate in anything else. What's more, he developed the appearance of a nobleman, which made him worried. Now, he feels that there are successors, and even if he dies, he will turn a blind eye.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yanzheng still disappointed him this time.

His three views were shaped by his mother. He was upright, kind, gentle and polite to the world.

His bones and blood are restless in the bloody battle, thirst, aggression, subversion, and wandering in shock between life and death.

He couldn't see the direction clearly because he was torn apart, and he couldn't sleep all night.

But in the end, the admiration for the mother prevailed.

Zhou Yanzheng went to the temple where his mother often went to seek a trace of peace.

She practiced Buddha there to make atonement for her husband who had done countless sins.

In bursts of Sanskrit, outside the Buddha's light, Zhou Yanzheng suddenly felt his mother's mood of crawling on the ground again and again.

The beast was also locked up by him again.