After flying north for a while, the plane suddenly changed direction and headed east.

Several members of the commando team are very tired now, and after a series of high-intensity battles just now, everyone relaxed their muscles, soothed their bodies that were tense due to high tension, and stretched their waists comfortably.

The thorn even let out a low moan, happy like a little mosquito sucking blood.

The black bear looked at him and laughed, scolding him for being a little softbone, and it was only such a trivial matter that became like this.

The mines were silent, and the Yaksha and the monkey rubbed each other's sore backs to relieve muscle tension and allow blood to circulate.

Nighthawk also felt very tired, looking at the inky night around him, enjoying the slight coolness, he simply closed his eyes and recuperated for a while. After a while, he fell asleep.

I don't know how long later, the loud vibration of the plane as it landed woke Nighthawk.

He shook his head, he was so tired that he actually fell asleep.

Look outside, the plane has just landed in a dense forest, surrounded by a few small hills, it is still dark, surrounded by shadowy trees, and you can't see any farther.

There were also two helicopters parked next to the landing site, surrounded by guards on alert with automatic rifles.

All of them are five big and three thick, wearing black training uniforms, and their eyes are shining in the dark night.

At this moment, the two strong men with guns in their hands walked quickly to the plane, and after confirming their identities, they turned around to lead the way.

Turning a small road in front of you, a large wooden house came into view.

The perimeter is still surrounded by guards.

At the door of the wooden house, a man with dark glasses was standing and beckoning to them with a smile, "Ah! The hero is back,"

It was the old Zhou who had been waiting for them for a long time.

He shook hands with everyone, "This mission has been completed very well, and the fight is beautiful, and I will ask for credit for you when I go back."

He turned to the hostage and smiled mysteriously, "You are Mr. Wang?" ”

The person known as Mr. Wang looked at Lao Zhou dishonestly and said, "Be polite, I'm Mr. Wang." But listening to his tone, it was not polite at all, and there was even a hint of arrogance in it.

Lao Zhou stretched out his hand to him and said politely, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, come, come into the house and say." ”

Mr. Wang let go of Lao Zhou's hand, raised his thick eyebrows, and said with a questioning look in his eyes, "This gentleman, I think you should know the rules, I won't say it if I don't see a butterfly." ”

Lao Zhou didn't care, he knew that the person who could die on the hidden front must have someone or something he believed in.

He looked up and said, "That's, that's, but you know, it's not easy for butterflies to fly out, it's windy on the road, she has to have a while, let's go in and wait." ”

Mr. Wang nodded knowingly, raised his legs and walked into the house, completely without the wolf bèi he had just fled for his life.

It's like a pampered big man, and he has a kind of noble momentum in every move, and the nighthawk's eyeballs are about to fall out, is this still the guy just now.

Lao Zhou turned around and said to the Nighthawk affectionately, "You go back to rest first, take a good bath, and look at the dirty appearance of your body."

Nighthawk stayed, and the rest were brought back. The team members saluted Lao Zhou, greeted Nighthawk and walked towards the plane.

Dissatisfied, the spur said to the Yakshas, "Look at their mysterious appearance, butterflies and bees." What a mess. Engage in a hundred flower conferences. ”

Yaksha was mysterious, deliberately lowered his voice and said to him, "It's better not to ask around, if you don't hear any secrets, I'll send you over, I heard that the people who carried out the secret mission never came back." ”

The military thorn who was scared and wanted to say something hurriedly closed his mouth, turned his head to look at the few people around him, and looked at him with a bad smile.

The team members left, Lao Zhou turned to Nighthawk and said easily, "Okay, it's all gone, leave you behind, and listen to the information later, this is about our next operation deployment, you need to know." ”

Nighthawk nodded and followed Lao Zhou into the house.

The room was very warm, and there was a large brazier on the ground against the wall, and the charcoal in it was burning, and the jumping sparks tried to jump out of the brazier from time to time, but each time they fell back to their original places in disappointment.

An oversized wind lamp illuminates the room. It was as bright as day.

Mr. Wang sat in a chair in the middle of the room, with a pot of freshly boiling tea on the table in front of him.

At this moment, he was holding a teacup in his hand and slowly pouring tea from the teapot.

In an instant, a fresh fragrance filled the whole room, making people smell and shake, and swept away the decadence and stuffiness of the whole room.

Mr. Wang slowly tasted the intrusive tea, smashed it twice in his mouth from time to time, and his face shrunk into a ball, looking very intoxicated.

When he saw Lao Zhou and Nighthawk coming in, he didn't get up, took a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth, leaned back in his chair and continued to drink.

Lao Zhou and Nighthawk sat on the sofa in the corner of the wall, and they both began to close their eyes and recuperate.

The room was quiet, except for Mr. Wang's occasional smashing noise.

When the sky was dark, the roar of the car motor came to an abrupt halt in front of the wooden house.

"Here," Lao Zhou's eyes flashed, and he stood up at the same time as Mr. Wang.

Nighthawk was confused, who was he thinking?

Lao Zhou walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and after a while, Nighthawk suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and the whole room was emitting light.

A tall woman spilled in as gently as a touch of morning sunshine. It adds a touch of beauty to the plain wooden house.

The person who came can definitely be said to be a beauty, with a high nose bridge, big eyes, a ponytail lightly tied behind her head, revealing a smooth forehead, a cherry mouth reflected on her snow-white skin, and the shallow dimples on both sides added to her sense of purity.

She wears a slim-fitting camouflage uniform, and her body is delicately curved.

Elegant and generous, gentle and elegant.

Nighthawk's saliva almost fell out, what a stunner, and now his mind was full of dirty thoughts.

Nighthawk had always thought that he was still immune to women, but when he saw the lord in front of him, he realized that he had never seen a beautiful one before. Gaffes are inevitable.

Lao Zhou walked in behind her, smiled at Mr. Wang and said, "The person you are waiting for is here."

Mr. Wang excitedly held the butterfly's hand and refused to let go for a long time, looking at him almost crying.

"I thought I'd never see you again," Mr. Wang said with tears in his eyes, choked up.

At this moment, Nighthawk was very jealous, and wondered why he didn't shake my hand.

Lao Zhou pointed to the nighthawk and said to the butterfly, "This is a comrade from the special service group, let's start now." ”

The butterfly turned her head, smiled like a hundred flowers and nodded at the nighthawk, and the nighthawk suddenly had a feeling of a spring breeze smiling, and half of her body was crispy.

Butterfly has sat down with Mr. Wang, and Butterfly said affectionately, "Lao Wang, this time it is really hard for you, your identity has been exposed, after this incident, we will rearrange your identity, your family I have arranged to go to a safe place, you can rest assured." ”

Mr. Wang glanced at her gratefully. Butterfly reciprocated with a sweet smile, "Okay, what information do you have, let's talk about it." ”

Mr. Wang nodded and cleared his throat, "I came to you this time because Babu was going to meet the Poison King." ”

Butterfly and Lao Zhou were shocked, and Butterfly stood up excitedly and said, "Is the information reliable?"

Mr. Wang nodded solemnly, "Absolutely reliable, I saw it with my own eyes, I sneaked into his bedroom and saw the telegram in the safe." ”

The butterfly was already speechless with excitement "Great, great"

After calming down her excitement, she continued to ask, "Where is it?" ”

"Next month, T country," Mr. Wang said, the butterfly stood up, paced lightly, suddenly thought of something, turned his head and asked eagerly, "Do you know the specific purpose of this meeting?"

Mr. Wang shook his head, "This is not clear, the telegram only said that it was negotiable, which should be a very important thing." ”

"Okay", Butterfly nodded in disappointment, "This is already very important, thank you for taking the risk to send us this news, so where is the specific time and place of their meeting?" Mr. Wang felt a little sorry, and said curtly, "The location is at the Kangtai Hotel in M Valley, the time is ......" As soon as he said this, suddenly Mr. Wang's whole person and the chair flew backwards and shot out, and his raised feet overturned the tea table in front of him. "It's a sniper" Nighthawk shouted loudly almost at the top of his voice, and immediately pounced on Lao Zhou beside him.

At the same time, a bullet hit the back of the stunned butterfly's head, and the huge inertia took her forward and flew off the ground, and the large-caliber bullet shattered her head, and the viscous liquid and Mr. Wang's corpse were pasted together, and it was impossible to distinguish between them. White and white are mixed together, like flowers on the other side, indicating that death is coming mercilessly.

The two people lying on the ground were very sad when they looked at the tragedy in front of them, and their hearts were as if they were being fried alive by a soldering iron, and they were extremely sad.

Just now, he was alive like a flower, but he disappeared in an instant, and I don't know whether to regret or mourn.

At the same time, a thought arose in their hearts, that they had been plotted.

How could such a secret place be discovered, obviously, they had already been betrayed.

Lao Zhou slammed the ground hard, and just as he wanted to stand up, there was a roar from far and near in his ears.

Nighthawk leaned on the window and looked at it, immediately gasped, turned around and shouted to Lao Zhou, "It's an armed helicopter, hide quickly." Turning around, he pulled Lao Zhou to continue lying down, crawled in front of the sofa, and pressed the whole sofa against the two of them with a strong backhand.

At this time, there was already gunfire outside. Large-caliber 7.62 mm general-purpose machine gun bullets were sprayed from both sides of the helicopter. Reaping the Grim Reaper's breakfast mercilessly.

Screams, explosions rang out one after another, bullets piercing the air and tearing through the obstacles it encountered.

Humanity is so fragile in front of it, and helicopters are like the scythes of death, laughing and harvesting today's food.

With a bang, the gas cylinder in the corner of the house exploded, and the huge air flow made the two people hiding under the sofa feel suffocated.

For a long time, listening to the sound of the helicopter in the distance, Nighthawk kicked the sofa away, and there was already a sea of fire around him.

The force of the bullet has already destroyed half of the house.

Nighthawk looked at Lao Zhou, who had been stupefied by the smoke, picked him up with his backhand, and strode out of the fire.

ran forward to the woods before slowly putting Lao Zhou's back against the tree.

He took out the kettle he was carrying, poured it on Lao Zhou's head, and gave him a heartbreak for a while.

Suddenly, Lao Zhou coughed a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

Nighthawk was relieved and sat down across from him.

Lao Zhou took two deep breaths, regained his spirit, and two tears slowly slid down his broken frames.

He took off his glasses and slammed the tree behind him a few times.

Nighthawk saw a long scar running down his left eye and toward his cheek, and although it looked like a scar from years ago, the muscles turned outward, and it was terrifying.

No wonder he always wears glasses.

Nighthawk stood up and helped Lao Zhou to stand up with difficulty.

Looking at the sea of fire in front of me, I thought to myself, no matter who committed such a crime, it is the end of the world, and I will make him pay the price.

Firmly holding Lao Zhou's hand, the two men were full of bitter hatred in their hearts at this moment, and only with blood could they wash away the shame of this life.