I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

"A group and b group all lost contact, group c, Sergeant Miller confirmed the death"

Sitting in the embassy's office, listening to the report from the ear, Zhang Youjie's finger holding the phone was slightly trembling.

Five human lives, more than 20 people were captured, and there was no suspenseful action, which would have been so completely defeated.

Undoubtedly, this will be the most painful loss suffered by the CIA after the Pig Bay incident.

The phone was in silence, and Li Zhongping, who was still in Lake City, was waiting for his instructions.

"Is it the hand of the General Staff?"

"It should be." Li Zhongping said.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Youjie indulged for a moment and opened his mouth.

"The plan is terminated and withdrawn."

Although unfortunate, the action has failed. If there is no accident, the US Embassy or Consulate in Beijing will receive an inquiry letter from the National Palace of China tomorrow, and then a news conference will be held in the United States to condemn the US.

The facial muscles trembled constantly, and Zhang Youjie’s heart was bleeding.

"Where is the dark line buried?" Li Zhongping pointed out that the Miao army was the opposite.

Their original intention was that if the Chinese side was under house arrest, they would use Miaojun to kill the unguarded old knife and then bring out Jiang Chen, who was under house arrest.

However, the plan seems to be out of their control from the beginning. Huaguo seems to have used Jiang Chen as a bait to kill the agents in groups a and b. Eighty percent of the troops are dispatched to the troops stationed nearby. Immediately afterwards, the c group responsible for holding the hostages was also attacked by snipers.

Is the information leaked?

It will be put together by the gang of the General Staff.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Youjie tried to calm himself down.

Since failure is a foregone conclusion, reducing losses is something that needs to be considered now.

"Take him up, he saw my face. Before he got rid of him, let him get rid of the old knife."

"Yes."

Zhang Youjie hung up the phone, pinched the sour nose, and then got up and left the office.

Miao Jun never thought that he would go to the army, but he did not expect that he would be incorporated into the Intelligence Section and transferred to the General Staff after graduation. Become a special agent who can't see the light.

To be ideal, he wants to be a businessman like his uncle. Or simply, he wants to be a rich man.

However, things are not what he wants, so what can be done.

According to his original thoughts, he wanted to enter Wanghai University, study business department, and go to sea to do business after graduation.

He works hard. I did work hard to make a difference.

He vaguely remembered that the whole family was surrounded by the scores. The expression of joy on the parents' faces.

However, at the time of reporting his volunteers, he and his parents had a disagreement.

He did not expect that his parents would use the tone of pleading, so that he said that he had given up his ideals and filled in the National Defense University.

There is no reason for him, nothing more than a parent’s concern for his son’s future.

"Your grandfather's old comrade-in-arms is now an admiral. With the relationship at home, if you fill out the National Defense University, it is absolutely a bright future to follow the path of the military!"

"Do you do business? Do you know how much your little uncle is bitter? The rice can't afford it! Do you think that doing business is so good?"

"Parents are for you."

In the end, Miao Jun chose this road from the army.

Ironically. Choosing the current road, his way of realizing his dreams can only be used as a bodyguard for the rich after he retires.

When the soldiers can't make money, if there is logistics, there is still some oil and water to fish. In the recruitment office, there is also a chance to get some money, but if you are engaged in intelligence, it is really dangerous if you make a fortune.

The "practical" of the parents made him embark on this path he did not like. He tried to make himself like this life. But when he discovers that no matter how hard he works, how to get a good performance, everyone will attribute his promotion to the relationship of that relationship, and automatically ignore the sweat he has paid.

Indeed, with the help of that relationship, he did rise very quickly. At the age of 24, he entered the General Staff. His parents at the dinner table will only feel that his grandfather's old comrade-in-arms is an expensive person, and he selectively ignores his son's training at the Qinghai special forces training base, and even died there!

"Eat bitter? Why don't you eat bitter? That's what it should be!" If Miao Jun wants to complain about something, his father will definitely be "comfortable."

Eat hard? I believe that no one cares about suffering, if it is for the cause that I am passionate about.

However, now he only feels a torture.

Facts have proved that any forced love is not true love. This is true in the cause of business. Even with all sorts of lengthy thought-reporting templates, he has been familiar with it, even if he swears with everyone, he can not hesitate to say the oath that he did not take seriously.

One million dollars? Of course the money is tempting, perhaps this is not the most attractive to him.

A green card, a ticket to the free world, he was heartbroken.

free.

I have to say that that thing has a deadly appeal. Even if he cursed because he couldn’t get it, even if he was too comfortable, he comforted himself.

Even after a meal, he always sat with his comrades, and it was not a thing to look at the United States.

"Mr. Miao, I believe you must abide by the agreement between us." Li Zhongping smiled.

"The old knife is dead." Miao Jun looked at the weeds beside the road, and the throat moved and opened.

"Yes? Then congratulations." Li Zhongping breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and took out the pistol from his pocket.

Because it was so sudden, Miao Jun did not respond.

"Why?" swallowed and spit, Miao Jun said hard.

"God will bring you supreme freedom. So Mr. Miao, goodbye."

boom!

The bullet penetrated Li Zhongping's forehead and the blood splashed on the car.

"***!" The agent who drove quickly pulled out the pistol.

"What are you waiting for!" There was a violent drink in the distance.

Miao Jun suddenly stunned and unconsciously pulled out the pistol from his pocket.

boom!

Before the driver, Miao Jun shot and killed him.

Panting, in just a few seconds, his back was shocked by cold sweat.

At the alley, a sly figure came over.

When I saw the face of the gully, Miaojun smiled and lost his hand, and did not escape. Instead, raise your hands.

It is an old knife.

I don't know why, seeing that he is still alive, Miao Jun is relieved.

Although Miao Jun is very clear, this means that he may have to spend the rest of his life in prison.

"Sorry, I counted you." Because Miao, Miao Jun did not dare to look at the face of this predecessor.

"Your boy, I really thought that I had the ability to count on me?" The old knife smashed two sentences. Taking a **** wound, he grinned and sat down on the hood.

Suddenly. The dry lips shook and opened.

"The two knives are my deliberate swearing. If you really have the skill to escape, you will not be caught by others. If you escape, the possibility is only one kind." The old face flashed with him. The age is consistent, the old knife looks at the younger generation with a deep smile, grinning.

"I was rebelled." Miao Jun said bitterly.

"Oh, learn something." The old knife smiled, his left hand continued to lick the wound, his right hand on the hood.

"No need. I have no chance to use it after learning." Miao Jun sighed and found the old knife's mobile phone and called Liu.

He is prepared to confess from the wide.

However, at this time, the old knife with a quick eye grabbed the mobile phone and hung up the number that had not been dialed.

Looking at the incomprehensible eyes on Miao Jun’s face, the old knife grinned and threw the phone aside.

"Hey. It’s not a shame to write a file on the commemoration of a comrade-in-arms. I am too shameful. The old knife is glorious, and I prefer the last line to write."

dead? !

Wen Yan, Miao Jun’s heart was shocked, and he looked at the old knife. Hurry, "How is it possible, you are not deliberately embarrassed"

"Although it was deliberately embarrassing, but the two knives I am solid." The old knife smiled, but when he smiled, he coughed up.

Blood was stained on the corner of Miao Jun.

"I will call you an ambulance"

"It’s useless." The old knife stopped the movement of Miao Jun. "I still have my body to save myself."

"I," Miao Jun's fingers trembled. There is nowhere to know what to do. ’

The apology was stuck in the throat, and I couldn’t squeeze it out.

He knew that even if he apologized, it would be useless.

It was him who killed him personally.

Without paying attention to the expression on Miao Jun’s face, the old knife said as he said to himself.

"I am old, even young people can't win. Five years ago, the organization transferred me back to China. I should have retired at that time. But Lao Liu found me and hoped that I could use my overseas work experience. I have played some heat in the domestic counter-espionage field, and at least I have trained some successors for the Republic. I promised."

"Five years, I have walked out of my 27 hands from the front and back. You should be the last one." The old knife looked at Miao Jun with some gratitude and nodded. "It is also the best qualification." As far as newcomers are concerned."

"I am sorry"

"Don't apologize." The old knife waved.

"27 people, the only thing left is only 6 people. The old leader asked me to do more ideological work, can persuade the talents to persuade as much as possible. But I have never done this before. The twisted melon is not sweet."

Said, his voice brought a trace of embarrassment.

"If you want to make a fortune, don't be a soldier. If you are stubborn, you will get a problem sooner or later."

Wen Yan, Miao Jun bowed his head and his face was full of coziness.

The voice is getting weaker and weaker, and the old knife continues to talk to himself.

"I know that my motherland is not necessarily good. You young people will go online, you can see, I know."

"But even then, I still believe it will be better."

"Before, please guard it for me until the day comes."

"But don't be stubborn."

"I can I know your name?" Miao Jun’s voice whimpered.

"My name, huh, huh," the old knife grinned, and the light returned to the light, and the voice regained its vitality.

He took out the pistol that had been used for many years, and he threw it into the hands of Miao Jun.

"When one day you have enough privileges, you will know when you flip through my files. If you retire, you don't need to know."

"For me to return to Lao Liu, for his life for half a lifetime, this gun is still the original owner."

After that, the old knife slowly closed the dry eyelids.

This time, he really stopped breathing.

Just like a coveted shepherd dog, it finally ushered in forever peace.

"Ah!"

Under the streetlight, on the deserted road, a man squatted on the ground and burst into tears. Welcome to you)