Over at the military command headquarters, Lu Jiang gaped at the bullseye of the shooting range that had been blown up.
He grabbed the small soldier standing guard nearby and asked, "What's going on?"
The small soldier first gave a standard military salute, and then answered in a straight and honest manner, "Report, this was shot by Commander Zuo in the early hours of yesterday morning."
Lu Jiang was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "What happened to the commander? He came here in the middle of the night to shoot a target?"
"Report, we don't know either." The soldier thought carefully for a moment, and recalled the scene when the few of them on duty saw Commander Zuo appear last night.
He just felt that the title of cold-faced commander was definitely not a bluff.
At first glance, he felt that he could freeze people to death, but the moment he raised his gun, he felt that his whole body was full of blood.
He shot dozens of times expressionlessly, then stared at the bull's-eye for a long time before leaving.
It was as if he was venting some kind of emotion.
Lu Jiang massaged his temples, feeling a little uncomfortable. When he saw the commander this morning, he recalled the displeasure and coldness he emitted from inside out.
He seemed to have understood something.
He was Commander Zuo's lieutenant for many years. Others might not know, but he knew that there was only one woman who could make Commander Zuo so angry for so many years.
Since he could not bear to touch her, he could only torture the bull's-eye in the middle of the night.
Lu Jiang sighed silently in his heart. After giving a few more instructions to the soldiers, he left the shooting range with mixed feelings.
He was thinking about how to bear with the low spirits of Commander Zuo later.
He did not want to suffocate to death.
A dignified and familiar figure suddenly appeared in his sight. Lu Jiang immediately straightened his body and gave a standard military salute. He shouted at that person, "Greetings, General Zuo!"
Zuo Yechang nodded and stopped in front of Lu Jiang. He said, "Just in time. I have something to tell you."
"Please speak, General!"
"Later, tell your Commander Zuo to go to the special training camp to personally see the new special forces soldiers that West Lake has recruited. Make him guard the gates."
"Yes, General!"
As Lu Jiang watched General Zuo leave, he silently mourned for those new special forces soldiers in his heart.
Their leader was in a bad mood today. They would probably have to suffer.
Zuo Qishen listened to General Zuo's orders from Lu Jiang. His expression did not change much. He changed into a camouflage uniform that was convenient for training and left.
Before he left, he threw a black thing to Lu Jiang.
Lu Jiang nimbly caught it and looked at the thing in his hand in shock.
It was a cell phone and it was broken.
"This..." Lu Jiang raised his head and looked at his commander with his mouth open. He was a little confused.
'Boss, did you throw the cell phone away like a grenade?' It was so broken that it could not be used normally.
"In half an hour, buy a new one and send it to the training camp." Zuo Qishen's eyes were still cold and stern, and his tone of giving orders was the same as on the battlefield.
Lu Jiang rubbed his forehead. It took half an hour to get to the training camp from here, and he had to go downtown to buy a cell phone. How could he steal time to carry out the order?
"Boss, you can use mine..." He complained bitterly and handed over his cell phone with both hands.
Zuo Qishen glanced at him coldly. "So much to talk about? Do you want to train with those recruits?"
After saying that, he lifted his leg and left, his back straight and hard.
Lu Jiang was instantly silenced. Training with the special forces recruits was an inhuman suffering.
He sighed and resigned himself to his fate as he searched for the nearest electronics store on his phone.