The plane was flying smoothly, and Benoit looked at Hou Dasheng's uncle with interest, the mysterious tiger. He was very surprised by the appearance of the tiger. Although Benoit didn't know who the tiger was, this did not prevent him from seeing the special features of the tiger at a glance.

Although the tiger had made a disguise, Benoit could still see his difference at a glance. Of course, this is also related to the different attitudes of the giant wolf and the doctor towards the tiger. Tiger is so legendary that the giant wolf and they unconsciously maintain enough respect for him.

Every profession will maintain great respect for the peak people of this profession. Especially those peak people who have made this profession so well. The name of Hu is not known to many people. But everyone who knows him will involuntarily maintain respect for him. Even if it is his enemy, they will hate him for not dying, but still respect him.

"Hou, I want to confirm for the last time: Do you want me to say that to Lisa?" Benoit observed Hu with a little interest for a while before whispering to Hou Dasheng: "You have to know that she is not ordinary difficult. Are you sure, are you going to let me say that?"

Hou Dasheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then looked at the tiger with a wry smile and said, "Did you see it? He is my uncle."

"My parents passed away when I was very young. I grew up with my grandfather until I was eight years old, and my grandfather passed away. Since then, my uncle has been my only relative. He is my father, my mother, and my only elder..."

After a pause, Hou Dasheng turned his head and looked at Benoit and whispered: "In the concept of Chinese people, my marriage must be approved by him. In other words, his opinions are of great importance. Or put it this way, he has enough right to express his opinions on my marriage..."

Hou Dasheng said this, and Benoit naturally looked at the tiger who had not spoken. And what about the tiger? His eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't say anything. The two of them just looked at each other, just silent. The atmosphere in the cabin was suddenly extremely depressing...

"The Chinese woman wants to get married, her family must agree. Her family must also agree." Hu actually spoke fluent French, and even had a faint Paris accent. But Benoit was not surprised at all. He knew since he first met Hou Dasheng. This kid had a solid foundation in tactics, and the person he helped him lay was definitely not an ordinary person.

Looking at Benoit, the tiger's eyes were as bright as flames. Even Benoit felt a little dazzling.

"If my mother's family doesn't agree, then there is no point in getting married." Hu smiled slightly and said, "Of course, if that girl is determined to marry and the monkey is determined to marry, then the elders will always follow the younger generation's wishes. After all, this is they are living, not us."

Benoit smiled self-deprecatingly and said softly: "Who said no? After all, they live in life. If my sister really must be with Hou, then I can only give it a blessing, but for the moment I think they are not suitable."

Then Benoit began to talk about Chinese and French culture. From General Charles de Gaulle to French foreign legion, from French romantic culture, and from Chinese Confucian philosophy to the doctrine of mean. Hou Dasheng was surprised to find that his uncle was so good at talking.

He hasn't even heard of some rare words.

"I don't like saying goodbye, especially this kind of farewell." Jakarta finally arrived, and Hou Dasheng on the plane took off his makeup. He pushed away the wheelchair beside him and stood up with difficulty. The giant wolf, the doctor and others looked at him silently. This also included Benoit.

Rejecting the witch's support, Hou Dasheng gritted his teeth and moved to a comrade step by step. From a fat dog, to a giant wolf, from a crane, to a doctor. Hou Dasheng knew that it might be the last time he hugged them.

"I will remember that I am a jackal, and I hope you remember that I am a jackal..." After hugging his comrades in turn, Hou Dasheng's eyes finally stopped on the giant wolf: "Don't send it off. I have to walk my own way..."

After a pause, Hou Dasheng took out the card that the giant wolf gave to the tiger and placed it gently on the table in the cabin.

"Cook, don't get me wrong. We are..." Seeing this, Giant Wolf picked it up and wanted to stuff it into Hou Dasheng's pocket. But Hou Dasheng immediately blocked it with one hand and looked at Hou Dasheng's eyes. Giant Wolf knew that if he stuffed it again, he would really turn against him.

Hou Dasheng looked at the jackals with a smile and said softly: "I am aborted, but my heart is not aborted after all. The part I deserve is my peace of mind. If my brothers' blood and sweat, if I take it, my heart will be ruined. If my body is ruined, I will still be myself. If my heart is ruined, then I will not even be myself..."

"I keep the satellite phone. Although I'm useless, it's good for everyone to chat occasionally." Hou Dasheng smiled and said, "Of course, you are willing to chat with a useless person."

After all, the crowd couldn't say anything. The giant wolf took out a big-looking suitcase and handed it to Hou Dasheng.

"Dani helped you modify the gun, this is the final version." The giant wolf looked at Hou Dasheng and whispered: "And your spoils and that lighter."

Hou Dasheng nodded and took it hard to take it and held it in his hand. At this time, he looked at everyone and said softly: "Farewell, brothers. Goodbye, Mr. Benoit."

"Always remember, you are a jackal!" The giant wolf's eyes turned red and he gave Hou Dasheng a hug. Then, they did not get off the plane to see Hou Dasheng off. The stubborn chef refused to hand over his box to Hu. He struggled to support his body, and slowly left the plane step by step with the box under the gaze of everyone.

From the window side of the cabin, the jackals and Benoit could see Hou Dasheng's slightly trembling back. The back seemed so stubborn under the brilliant sunshine of Jakarta. He walked very slowly, and even when he got off the gangway of the plane, he could only move slowly down step by step.

He walked stubbornly, even so, he still had to carry his box. He refused to hold the crutch, and he didn't have someone to support him. The wheelchair was thrown on the plane, and you could see his sweaty clothes in the bright sunshine. The doctor turned his face and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

No one knows better than him how much willpower Hou Dasheng has to endure this now. He is torturing himself, and he is insisting on his stubbornness in this way. He refuses to let his comrades worry, and he tells the jackals in this way: I will survive, you don’t have to worry. I am not ruined.

However, this method was too tragic. The doctor knew that Hou Dasheng's body was almost collapsed when he was sent back. Several surgeries and two weeks of recuperation were performed. In fact, he was just able to recover from walking. He needed longer recuperation to enter rehabilitation.

But Hou Dasheng only started to get out of bed and walk by himself in just three days. On the first day, he walked out of bed with difficulty. It took him nearly an hour before he stood up beside the bed. When he got used to standing, he spent three hours. In three hours, he stood for five minutes at the longest, and even twenty seconds at the shortest.

It took him five hours to walk slowly, from falling down when he took the first step, to moving slowly while pushing the chair. On the first day, Hou Dasheng walked for up to eight minutes. From the assistance of the nurse to the fact that he gave up the chair, he walked slowly. He almost used it all day.

He did not get any painkiller injections, and the fine wounds on his body burst slightly. But he still gritted his teeth and continued walking the next day. When it was the third day, he could finally walk normally. But the doctor knew that Hou Dasheng was relying on his breath to hold on.

"Uncle, why do you speak French..." After walking into the car parked on the apron, Hou Dasheng breathed a deep breath. His face was extremely pale, and his clothes were sweating. At this time, he asked his uncle why he spoke French.

"I have captured a few French prisoners and want to tell you?" Hu Cai glanced at Hou Dasheng with his eyes: "There is also a Parisian Philosophy Department inside. Who knows that idiot is good at reading a good book and wants to go to mercenaries if he doesn't read it."

After a pause, Hu squinted his eyes and said, "The romanticism of the idiot Frenchman killed people!"

After leaving the apron, Hou Dasheng turned his head and saw the plane refueling. The ground crew was checking the situation of the plane. Seeing all this, Hou Dasheng slowly turned his head back. Goodbye, my brothers. Goodbye, my days when I became a jackal...

After tearing off the disguise, Hou Dasheng has now recovered his face. At the same time, he has also changed into a well-fitting casual outfit. Lu Song has arrived in Jakarta at some point. He is waiting for them at the airport gate with a smile. When Hu and Hou Dasheng come out, the guy immediately greets the two of them in a business car.

When Hou Dasheng's box was put in the car, the chubby Lu Song frowned: "Monkey, this thing can't be brought back to China."

"Uncle, don't be careless at this time." Hou Dasheng smiled faintly and said, "I can't use it now. Besides, I don't have bullets yet, so I will only leave a memory when I take it back. What do you think I can do with it?!"

Lu Song glanced at his old company commander and found that the old company commander didn't seem to be planning to say anything. He just threw a cigarette into his mouth and smoked it indifferently.

"Okay, but you must remember: In China, you guy absolutely cannot be used! Do you know?!" Hou Dasheng looked at Lu Song with a wry smile: "Uncle, I understand."

At this time, Hou Laohu, who had not spoken, said: "Send us to the imperial capital first. You can find the path yourself, as fast as possible."

"Uh... uncle, aren't we going home?!" Hou Dasheng looked at his uncle in amazement. Hou Laohu squinted his eyes and looked out the window and said softly: "I want to see my old comrades-in-arms. I haven't seen him for many years. Since he has come out, I have to have a few drinks with them."
Chapter completed!