() The night of May 7th, 2084 in the Gregorian calendar. I remember that night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and everything was completely silent. Not even a wild dog could be seen within one kilometer. The snow on the branches and leaves occasionally fell and made a clear "snap" sound.

"The sound can make people jump a few times every time.

It's a great time to kill people and steal goods.

I nervously stood at the entrance of the cave, looking left and right, going around and around, and constantly looking at my watch. I couldn't rest for a moment. I couldn't help it. It was the first time in my life to do such a 007-style thing, and it felt better than the first time I got on a plane.

A is ten times more nervous.

According to Lao Mao, someone will come to pick up the call at one o'clock. All I need to do is match the password and I won't have to worry about anything else. But when asked what the most important password is, this guy's answer turned out to be "

Don’t worry, you don’t have to memorize the answer to figure it out.” This is completely nonsense.

Damn it, what if I can't answer it? Will I be killed on the spot?

The number on the counter moved closer to twenty-two, and my heartbeat also increased to two hundred and two.

Finally, the time came, but there was nothing around except the whooshing cold wind, and it was so quiet that I was covered in white hair and sweat.

No, is it too late?

“Tuk tuk tuk”

Suddenly, there were three knocking sounds on the tree trunk from the northwest corner. I subconsciously unfolded the folding knife in my hand to be on guard. At this time, a sound suddenly came from the wind. It was very soft, almost like a ghost, but I still heard it clearly.

Already.

"What level are the girls in the Ministry of Internal Affairs like?"

Almost as nervously as answering the question of how much one plus one equals, I said it at once:

"Lieutenant Tangyue."

"How are you doing, Lieutenant?"

"A good person, with a good heart and a good face."

"Why is the lieutenant colonel called Old Cat?"

"Elvis's hair, Elvis's body, Elvis's style."

"OK, passed."

Following a loud shout from the opposite side, more than a dozen people came out of the woods huffing and puffing, all holding small automatic weapons in their hands. Behind them were two dull-looking civilian work mechas about five meters tall. I paid attention.

Although these guys are all dressed up as local residents, they can't hide the unique appearance of Orientals and the ability of professional soldiers.

The leader was a tall but somewhat unattractive man. A 9mm submachine gun equipped with a roller magazine was in his hand like a pistol. He patted me on the shoulder in surprise.

"I thought only the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs knew these jokes, but I didn't expect you to be able to answer them so smoothly."

"...Stop talking, I'm going to vomit, and you've even heard of it."

I almost vomited blood. The old cat actually used this thing as a secret code, and he didn't think he had gone too far.

"It's okay. The lieutenant colonel is just such a person. You get used to it the more you interact with him. Oh, by the way, your name seems to be Chen Xiang or something. It seems that the old cat mentioned your name repeatedly when he assigned us the task. It seems that

I admire you very much."

The man said carelessly.

Sorry, I don't want to see him again at all.

"Second Lieutenant Du Bei, Special Service Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

A man declares his family name,

"Teaching Team, Sergeant Chen Xiang."

When I heard that it was the chief again, I immediately stood up and saluted, while Du Bei quickly waved his hand and said:

"Forget it, I am a second lieutenant in name only. I have been working as a lumberjack here for eight years. If it hadn't been for this mission, I would have almost forgotten that there is such a thing in the file."

This thing is simply appalling. Firstly, it is not for any national justice, and secondly, it is not for some earth-shattering mission. It is just an insignificant piece of chess. He actually abandoned his parents, relatives and friends and stayed in the Confederacy where he was unfamiliar.

for eight years.

"Haha, it's nothing strange. We people have neither good minds nor messy social connections. We can only do these low-end hidden jobs. Throwing dozens or hundreds of people into a country at a time will have no use value even if they are dug out.

"If you are lucky enough to get through, you will either remain unknown for the rest of your life or you will take on low-level porter tasks, but we don't expect anything else. We will be satisfied if we can help the country."

Du Bei smiled honestly, showing his mouth as thick as a compressed biscuit.

"After I finish this job, my mission is probably over. I can go back and pay my respects to my mother and father. I haven't gone back more than once in eight years."

"Hey, don't say nonsense like 'go home after you finish this job', that's very dangerous."

I confessed bluntly.

"Haha, that's your mecha soldier's stuff, it can't be cursed on our spies."

Du Bei laughed heartily.

While they were talking, the "old" agents had already driven up a rustic civilian transport truck. At this time, the transporting mecha, which could withstand the strength of ten people, came into play and loaded the packaged missiles one by one.

After getting into the carriage, the whole process took less than ten minutes. According to Du Bei, they were only responsible for pulling the goods to an inland village, and then transporting them back to the country on a special transport plane.

I touched the raised edges of the missile fins, and I was still puzzled. I thought, why was the old cat suddenly interested again if he was so awesome at the beginning?

Later I learned that the Republic's missile technology had indeed reached the world's leading level for a time. However, during the development of the fourth-generation missile, it fell behind in terms of scramjet engines, micro-link armor-piercing warheads, and multi-mode guidance.

As for the fact that no products suitable for mecha warfare have been released for a long time.

"Okay, let's withdraw first and see you again when we are destined."

A group of people jumped into the car, Du Bei waved to me, and the group of people quickly disappeared into the jungle in the bumpy car. It really felt like a group of workers who had finished cutting firewood.

I watched them leave, and then I stretched my waist. It was another difficult task. I was ready to go back to the camp to catch up on my sleep. I had been out day and night for the past two days, and my life was better than that of a night owl.

No, it's really uncomfortable.

At this moment, a neat mechanical noise suddenly came from the forest. The next moment, a row of snowmobiles came rushing towards me, dragging snow and fog all over the sky. Suddenly they flicked not far from me, throwing me away.

His face was covered with snow cubes fed by engine oil.

I cursed and pulled out the knives one after another.

"Hey, where is the thing that old cat guy told me?"

I didn't react for a while, but then I saw clearly that there were more than a dozen people coming, all wearing snow-white robes, wearing goggles and masks on their faces, and carrying automatic rifles behind their backs. They looked like special forces.

But I can swear on my head that I definitely don't know these people.

"What the hell, who are you?"

The leading guy looked impatient.

"Nonsense, of course I was asked to pick up the goods from above, hurry up, hurry up, we are pressed for time."

At that time, I felt that my blood was almost freezing. I was so stiff and cold that I couldn't breathe for a long time. I stammered and asked:

"Well...well, didn't your people come and get it just now?"

"Stop talking nonsense, there are only so many people in our entire Rangers, how can we come to get it?"

"It's your sister," I said anxiously at that time, gesturing with my fingers, "There were more than a dozen people who carried her away just five or six minutes ago. I don't believe you guys went to see her. The cave is already empty."

The team leader didn't look at me as if I was joking, and his face under the mask also changed, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Which way did they go?"

"To the northwest, if there are ruts, there should be remnants in the woods."

"I see, damn, you are so careless! Whatever happens is your fault!"

The team leader angrily pointed at my nose and cursed, immediately jumped on the snowmobile, and led the people to chase me in the direction of my finger.

I couldn't care about anything else, so I hung up the phone call to Lao Mao anxiously.

The communication was quickly connected, and the ancient classic "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" was playing on the other end. The old cat's voice was as leisurely as the tune, which made people extremely crazy.

"Hey, Sergeant Chen, don't worry. Don't be so hasty when it comes to asking for credit. Credits will be counted as five or five, ah no, four or six will be awarded. You will be indispensable for bonuses and awards."

I almost vomited blood and shouted into the microphone:

"The prize is nothing, the goods have been deceived, and now your people are still leading the team to chase!"

As soon as these words came out, the old cat on the other end almost sat down on the ground in fright.

"It's impossible. I received a telegram a few seconds ago, saying that all the supplies have been received and are heading towards the secret. Why were they lost so quickly?"

"How is it possible? Didn't your people just...wait a minute, what kind of transportation did they use, and did they wear the fashionable outfit of the special forces?"

"How is it possible? This is a hidden front and not a street fight. Moreover, their public identities are either lumberyard workers in nearby villages or towns, or restaurant chefs. They just received the mission notice the day before where to find equipment. At most, they only have a few civilian vehicles.

It would be nice to have a few broken guns on hand... Hey, hey, what's wrong, please make a sound, damn it!"

I cut off the telecommunications so hard that I almost crushed the tempered screen of the PCP. Countless details jumped out in an instant: the leader who didn’t give a password when we met, the leader who didn’t even say my name and rank, and who showed up too late.

At least six minutes of motorcade... Why are you just noticing it now? Is your brain burned out?!
Chapter completed!