Sister, you miss me

After a while, Brighton asked quietly, "Dracula, what's the matter? What about Xiaofengren!"

Dracula stepped forward and took Brighton’s skinny palm and told me what happened on the road. When it came to Yang Feng that the same strange woman was shot twice, and both fell into the river, and found no results. Leiden spouted blood suddenly.

"Your Mightiness!"

"Uncle!"

Brighton wiped the blood stains at the corners of his mouth and pushed the two away, his eyes flashing like electricity: "Find me. I want to see people alive, and a corpse when I die. Don't worry, I will never close my eyes if I can't see my grandson. "

"Uncle!"

"Go down, I want to be alone." Brighton waved to the two of them and sat down in the wicker chair tiredly.

Dracula immediately sent someone to look for him along the river, but Jack went back to the house and made calls. He didn't expect to call him again and again, prompting him to shut down.

At this moment, instant news was broadcast on TV.

It turned out that apart from the shooting at the gas station, a restaurant, a concert hall, and a football stadium in this state also experienced explosions and attacks almost simultaneously.

Officials have classified the attack as a frenzied terrorist attack aimed at destroying human civilization and trampling on innocent lives.

Jack was dumbfounded: How could this be?He is very clear about the government's attitude towards terrorism, that is zero tolerance!

The federal law does not have the death penalty, and the maximum sentence is several hundred years.

However, a certain vice president once said that for terrorists, federal laws do not apply. Only God will judge them, and the government's task is to send them to God.Therefore, if terrorists are found at the airport, they will be killed at the airport, and if they are found in the public toilet, they will be placed in the toilet.

In an instant, Jack felt a chill rushing up from his tailbone.

Brighton thought it was all aimed at Yang Feng. After reading the news, he realized that this was a premeditated and planned terrorist attack, and Yang Feng was completely unexpected.

Brighton covered his face with his hands, and felt old tears and regrets: "Xiaofeng, if you have anything unexpected this time, it is all grandpa's fault, grandpa..."

"Your Excellency, look." Dracula's voice sounded.

Brighton suddenly looked up and saw a handsome young man next to Dracula. He was still wearing gas station work clothes, but his facial features were so familiar.

Brighton stood up tremblingly, stretched out a hand at Yang Feng, his lips trembled, and it took a long time to make a hoarse voice: "Xiao Feng..."

Without finishing a sentence, Brighton had fallen down.

"Your Excellency." Dracula rushed to help Brighton.

"Uncle." Jack rushed out, pushed Yang Feng away, and held Brighton from the other side, shouting: "Doctor."

Dracula and Jack worked together to carry Brighton into the house. Yang Feng stayed there for a long time, but decided to follow up.

Just now, when Brighton said a trembling "Xiao Feng", Yang Feng himself had red eyes. It turned out that regardless of the thousands of rivers and mountains, the blood and affection are always blocked.

As soon as he was about to lift his foot, a medicine bowl on the wicker chair caught his attention. Yang Feng picked up the bowl, and there was still some medicine residue at the bottom of the bowl.

Yang Feng frowned and sniffed, then dipped a little with his fingertips, put it on the tip of his tongue and tasted it, his brows stretched slightly, allowing Chen Long and Hong Dandong to move around freely before walking into the house.

A room similar to an ICU, the family doctor conducts a comprehensive examination.

At this moment, the family doctor was busy sweating profusely, and various instruments were connected to Brighton's body, heart rate, blood pressure, electrocardiogram, electroencephalogram... all signs were clear at a glance.

After a long while, the family doctor said: "I suggest you go to the hospital, my husband may not be able to survive tonight."

"What did you say!" Jack grabbed the doctor's neckline and lifted it up.

"Jack, calm down," Dracula said.

Jack left the doctor angrily and turned to glaring at Yang Feng: "It's all you. I don't know where your grandson came from, but if your uncle has any shortcomings, I will never end with you."

Dracula immediately said: "Jack, please pay attention when you speak, don't forget, Xiaofeng is your only legal heir."

Jack pointed to Dracula and sneered: "Who can prove it? How can the will come into effect if the uncle can't wake up?"

Dracula looked at Jack coldly: "You seem to want to see your lord not to wake up."

Yang Feng said lightly: "I think so."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Dracula shook his head and said: "Jack, even if you really can't wake up, you won't get a dime. You are not the second in line. Your will is clearly written. Feng, donated all his property to the United Nations Red Cross."

"I don't believe it!" Jack shook his head and said, "I take care of my uncle diligently. There is no credit and hard work, Dracula, you are just an outsider, this Yang Feng, who knows if it is a counterfeit you found!"

Yang Feng looked at Jack and said, "Is it a counterfeit? You said it doesn't count."

"Then who has the final say?" Jack asked rhetorically.

Yang Feng pointed to Brighton on the bed: "He."

"But he..."

Yang Feng opened Jack, reached out and grabbed Brighton's wrist, then lifted him up, and slammed his back with a palm.

Jack rushed forward, just about to stop, Brighton opened his mouth, and a mouthful of bloody sputum happened to spit on Jack's chest.

Then, Brighton slowly opened his tired eyes, stared at Jack, panting and saying, "What are you arguing about?"

"Uncle, I..."

Brighton waved his hand and everyone went out, including the family doctor with a burning face.

Only Brighton and Yang Feng are in the whole room.

Brighton took Yang Feng's hand, his eyes were red, and his lips trembled: "Child, I am your grandfather!"

... Yang Feng just looked at Brighton in the dying years of the wind and did not speak.

Brighton continued: "Your eyes are very similar to Ruth, your other aspects are like your dad, your DNA has been compared, and I believe in my own feeling that you are the only relative of Grandpa."

Finally, Yang Feng couldn't help it, his eyes were red and he said, "I can feel it, but why is this! Where are my biological parents? Where are they?"

"Oh..." Brighton sighed: "My son, grandpa tells you a story. That year, grandpa ran for president and instigated a civil war in an oil-rich and politically unstable country in the Middle East... …"

Brighton is another angle, slightly different from what Yang Zhantian said, but there is no difference in principle.

However, Yang Feng still couldn't accept it. He said, "Grandpa, you mean my father killed my uncle?"

Brighton said: "You have an old saying in China, I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. Your father is a conspirator. He killed your uncle with the help of the rebels, but his purpose was to use his grandfather. Hands to end that war."

"It turned out to be so." Yang Feng nodded.

Before Yang Zhantian and Hong Tian told the glorious deeds of their biological fathers, Yang Feng was always a little disapproving, because they had no way to worship the biological father and were subjective.Brighton has always hated Yang Feng's biological father, so Yang Feng believes that Brighton is very objective.

Brighton repented: "Although there is no right or wrong in war, but when Grandpa knew that all of this was your father's tricks and we were all pawns between applause, Grandpa did not hold back and planned an attack. ."

Although it is a fait accompli, Yang Feng still couldn't accept it, and said in surprise: "Are you going to attack your daughter's husband?"

Brighton shook his head: "He is not just the husband of my daughter. He has more than ten wives and seven or eight children. He is very carefree. I don't know what your mother's position is in his heart."

Yang Feng asked with red eyes, "You finally did it?"

Brighton closed his eyes: "Yes, I left your mother and you by my side at the time, but on the day of the attack, you actually appeared in his castle. The mercenaries and the SEALs killed almost everyone. , Except for your father."

"why!"

"Because, I also want him to taste the pain of losing a loved one."

"Then you must have done it."

Brighton shook his head and his face was lonely: "But I regret it. I learned later that your mother was shot and killed because she saved you. You were rescued by the housekeeper and disappeared."

Yang Feng said with tears: "Then why are you looking for me? Ah, my life is very peaceful, why are you telling me all this? Why?"

Brighton said weakly: "Grandpa is dying. You are the only relative of Grandpa in this world. Your misfortune was caused by Grandpa. Originally, you should live a noble life and enjoy the best education, but you eat For so much suffering... Therefore, Grandpa has to compensate you. You are the only legal heir to Grandpa’s estate."

"I do not care!"

"Child, do you know the concept of 40 billion dollars? It is enough to build a hundred million-ton aircraft carrier." Brighton drew an analogy.

Yang Feng asked, "What does this mean to me?"

"My son, grandpa has been living in regret over the years. I deeply feel that war is the root of all evil. With this money, you can maintain world peace for grandpa and help more people in need."

Seeing Yang Feng fell into silence, Brighton shouted out the door: "Dracula."

Dracula pushed in and said, "Your Excellency, Xiao Feng."

Brighton lifted his skinny palm and was about to touch Yang Feng's face.

Yang Feng made a retreat, halfway through, but gave up.

The palm on his face was cold to the bone, but Brighton smiled in relief. He said: "Child, Dracula is loyal, he will help you take care of everything, he watched your mother grow up, you must respect He, learn from him...Finally, I wonder if I can hear you call Grandpa?"

Brighton's eyes were eager, and his face showed a strange flush, pulsing fiercely like a drum.

"Fai...Grandpa." Yang Feng's cry was extremely difficult, but after the call, it seemed that the two hearts were no longer resentful, only related to itching. Yang Feng pulled Brighton and said excitedly: "Grandpa, don't you Death, we just met, you are leaving me, I won't let you die!"

"Okay, okay." Brighton's eyes turned up, and his breath was swift, intermittently: "Life and death are fate, wealth and wealth are in the sky. My wish is over, there is no other request."

Speaking of which, Brighton failed to come up in one breath.