He said "I love you", stood up from the ground, wiped the tears from his cheeks, and looked at the last envelope Qiao Ji left for her.

The mountainside is far away.

The four words were like high-voltage electricity, making his whole body numb, and he hurriedly climbed out along the stairs.

"The envelope on the far side of the mountain, the thorns, must be delivered to the headquarters of the National Security Bureau immediately."

Jingji saw the bruised Yin Hui running towards him with a letter in his hand, looking very much like a messenger delivering a good news.

When she took the envelope and saw the four characters "Yuanyuan on the mountainside" on it, she couldn't help shouting: "That's great."

Because the castle tower was too far from the ground, the explosion below did not cause the surface to collapse, and no trace of the explosion could be seen from above.

When they returned to the National Security Bureau headquarters, a large group of people in green military uniforms were waiting for them at the door.

An old man with silver hair walked out from inside. Although he looked older, he was tall, big and strong, even worse than the special forces.

When he stood in front of everyone, he gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Uncle Long? Why are you here?" Jingjia looked at the silver-haired old man walking in the front in surprise and shouted respectfully.

"Catch them." The silver-haired old man called Uncle Long by the thorns shouted.

"Yessir!" The group of burly soldiers replied in unison, while walking up with strong steps.

The bodies of any of these people are no less than those of special forces, and they are also equipped with loaded guns and live ammunition, so one can imagine their strength.

"Don't resist." Jingji reminded them in a low voice. At the same time, he took a step forward and handed the envelope in his hand to the old man: "Uncle Long, this is the result of our last night."

The man named Uncle Long was stunned. He looked at the envelope in his hand, and his calm expression began to fluctuate: "Escort them to Zhongnanhai. Remember, you must take good care of them and don't hurt them."

After saying that, the man called Uncle Long got into a green jeep and quickly disappeared from their sight.

"Leader, who is this guy called Uncle Long?" Everyone was tied up and thrown into a green pickup truck, their faces full of confusion and pain.

It's really unfair to be treated like this after I just saved the country.

Especially the scalpel, I tried to struggle out of the rope several times, but the rope was too strong. After struggling for a long time to no avail, I was kicked hard by the soldiers.

"You will not live if you do it yourself." The scalpel roared loudly, venting its dissatisfaction.

"Don't blame Uncle Long. Uncle Long also acted in accordance with the orders from above." Jingjia looked at the scalpel with a depressed look on his face and comforted him: "Don't worry, the bosses just blamed us for not following their orders. But when they read the envelope

, after knowing what we gained last night, the merits and demerits will definitely be balanced, and they may even give us a batch of rewards."

"Then who is this Uncle Long? So mysterious?" The special soldier clicked his tongue: "I think that man's strength is on par with mine. Even though he is older, but the two of us can really stand up together, maybe

Isn’t he his opponent?”

"You overestimate yourself too much." Jingji said mercilessly: "That man is a general who retired from the international peacekeeping police. He once entered a terrorist base and successfully destroyed it.

A base of terror."

"Destroy the terrorist base alone?" The special forces soldier glanced at the thorns with disbelief in his eyes.

Not to mention the special forces, even Yin Hui and the others didn't believe it.

"You may not believe it, but I can tell you that he is actually the leader of another mysterious department in our country, the Dragon Force."

Jingjie explained lightly and said no more, just looking at the passing scenery outside with dull eyes.

"Dragon troops?" Everyone was surprised.

Only Yin Hui is kept in the dark. He doesn't know what kind of existence this dragon force is. Are they more terrifying than the National Security Bureau?

Soon the car stopped and their eyes were covered.

They could hear the gunshots all around them and the occasional blast of mines that could pierce human eardrums.

"Where is this place?" Yin Hui was a little confused, but because his hands and feet were trapped and his eyes were blindfolded, he couldn't see. He could only get into a cold and strange place under the guidance of a broad hand behind him.

place.

After the sound of iron chains was heard behind him, the black cloth from his eyes was taken off.

He looked around in surprise.

It's like an ancient prison isolated from the world.

The prison was made of thick wood, and the walls were made of earth, with clods of earth falling down.

The sound of bang bang bang bang is endless.

Behind him, Jingji and others followed closely.

Soon, they were thrown into one of the prisons separated by arms-thick wood.

The ground is covered with messy grass, dust is flying everywhere, and no sunlight shines in, except for the temporary light provided by a dim light bulb above the head.

"Where is this?" Scalpel looked around with a look of fear: "Originally, I thought that we would be treated as heroes and sent to a six-star hotel to eat and drink, but I didn't expect that we would be sent to a six-star hotel to eat and drink.

I was imprisoned in this primitive place."

Jingjia seemed to be very familiar with this place. He casually found a place to sit down, then looked at everyone and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Long will come and take us away."

Seeing her confident expression, everyone nodded in conviction.

"Right now, the superiors don't know about our contribution to the country. They just punish us as disobeying orders from our superiors." Jingjia smiled faintly.

"Just treating it as a punishment for disobeying orders from superiors? No, why is the punishment so severe? Put us in a place like this? If we really disobey orders from superiors, how will they punish us?"

"It's very simple. Send us to the battlefield and won't let you return to the team, even if we are defeated."

"Isn't that certain death?" The sniper took a breath: "Isn't this a joke about human life?"

"This is your punishment." Thorns said calmly, playing with a straw.

She has a sense of intimacy and feels that this is her home.

"This is a battlefield? The country is very peaceful now. There is no war with any country? How can there be a battlefield?" He pricked up his ears and listened to the sound of artillery fire outside: "This is obviously a large-scale war.

, but how is it possible that we don’t know that there is a war in the country?”

"This is not something you can understand." Thorns did not answer, but lay down on the straw and closed his eyes with enjoyment: "Everyone is tired, let's rest for a while. When we wake up, Uncle Long

Will take us out."

Everyone nodded and then found a nearby place with thick straw to lie down.

Conan Doyle lay beside him and closed his eyes quietly.

Looking at that peaceful and peaceful face, Yin Hui really wanted to kiss her. It was really difficult for such a girl to endure so many tests of life and death.

"Conan Doyle, how old are you?" Yin Hui asked softly.

Conan Doyle's closed eyes suddenly opened, he looked at Yin Hui who was staring at him and smiled lightly: "What do you think?"

"I think you should be... born in the 1980s." Yin Hui was embarrassed to say that the person's age was older, and it was inconvenient to say that he was younger, so he gave a rough idea.

"Well, you guessed it right." Conan Doyle smiled sweetly: "I was born in 1983."

"From 1983?" Yin Hui's eyes almost popped out: "It's not easy to sit in this position at such a young age."

"Aren't you the same?" Conan Doyle smiled kindly.

"Actually, I'm still born in the 1990s." Scalpel interjected with a straw in his mouth, probably unable to sleep.

"Are you born in the 1990s? Are you born in the 1990s?" He mocked, not caring about the lesbians around him.

"If you don't believe me, I'll knock you down." The scalpel turned around and stopped talking.

"Leader, how old are you?" Yin Hui looked up at the thorns and asked.

Jingjia just answered Yin Hui's question with a slight shout.

She was too tired, so she had already fallen asleep.

He shook his head and stopped talking.

"Actually, the team leader is younger than me." Conan Doyle answered for her.

"Younger than you?" Yin Hui looked at Jingji again in disbelief: "Jingji is our boss?"

Conan Doyle smiled and did not explain, and Yin Hui did not ask any more questions.

During the pleasant conversation, the two fell asleep unknowingly.

They were woken up by a loud noise.

He had a headache and opened his tired eyelids and looked around.

An old man with silver hair was opening the iron chain. While doing so, he called Jingji's name: "Jingji, let's go. Your matter has been investigated clearly by the superiors."

Jingji slowly got off the bed, saw the silver-haired veteran, bent down and bowed: "Thank you, Uncle Long, for your help."

"Haha, this is all your credit. It should be me who bows to you. I bow to you on behalf of the people of the whole country." As he said that, his straight waist actually bent straight down.

Standing next to the prison, the soldier holding a steel gun stared at the serious commander with a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't believe that this leader who shot people at every turn actually bowed to a group of ordinary people who looked younger than him?

It's really incredible.

Jingji hurriedly walked up, helped Uncle Long up, and then called to the people behind him, "Let's go."

Uncle Long smiled: "Wait a minute, before I take you out, there is one more thing that requires your cooperation."
To be continued...