On a dilapidated concrete road, a motorcycle is speeding away.

Zhang Kun drove the motorcycle silently, while Zhuo Qiang flew aside with an angry face.

"What the hell are you going to do to make a phone call for me? Zhuo Qiang said angrily.

Zhang Kun was silent.

Zhuo Qiang gasped for breath, trying to calm the anger in his heart, but his eyes still couldn't help but look at Zhang Kun like a fire, finally, Zhuo Qiang gritted his teeth, and then said fiercely.

"Okay, I'm not afraid to tell you that the top-secret information stolen by that criminal gang is a top-level military document, and its value is absolutely unimaginable, do you really want to be indifferent?"

Listening to Zhuo Qiang's chatter of anger, Zhang Kun finally opened his mouth gently: "Without this document, will our China be destroyed? No." But if something happens to my family, they will die. ”

"I don't understand the national righteousness, and I don't want to understand it, I just hope that my family can live and live well. ”

"Even if the document you are talking about, it is worth tens of billions, hundreds of billions, but compared to my family, for me, it can be discarded. ”

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Zhuo Qiang smiled angrily: "Abandon? You said it so easily, you don't understand its value at all, that document is the latest research results that more than a dozen top scientists in China have spent nearly ten years, and his value cannot be measured by money at all." ”

"Once this document is obtained by the enemy forces, then the efforts of those dozen or so scientists in the past ten years will all come to naught. ”

"That document contains the latest research progress of our country's weapons, several of which are the latest technologies that will be equipped with our army, if they are obtained and cracked by foreign forces, in the future, countless soldiers in our country will die on the battlefield because of this. ”

"Yes, your family is family, but have you ever thought about what will happen to the families of those soldiers, those soldiers who die on the battlefield because of the theft of this document? ”

"If in the future, if there are really these soldiers who die on the battlefield because of this document, then you are the murderer who killed them, you executioner. Zhuo Qiang said word by word with gritted teeth.

As soon as Zhuo Qiang's words fell, a sudden sound of sudden braking came from the broken road, and on the ground, a long black mark hung under the tires of Zhang Kun's motorcycle.

Zhang Kun pressed the brakes tightly, his eyes were slightly distracted, and he gasped slightly between his noses.

Soldiers, soldiers, killed in battle...... Battlefield.

I don't know why, Zhang Kun's mind suddenly appeared that the young faces he saw in the Xin'an earthquake, wearing dark green military uniforms, running through the broken ruins, trying to save lives.

In the early days of the disaster, there was no food or water, so I ate muddy water to make noodles, water was soup, noodles were food, and mud and sand were used as seasonings.

Where there are tools, tools are used, no tools are tools, hands are tools, there, Zhang Kun has seen countless bloody hands, no bandages, no alcohol, only loess covering the wounds.

Under the dark starry sky, there is no moon, no stars, dark green military uniforms are lying on the muddy ground, the sky is the quilt, the ground is the bed, and the clammy cold air is the air conditioner, which makes people shiver.

In addition to the food and water brought by Zhang Kun, when the troops arrived, they also brought some food and medicine, but the people after the disaster needed food and water to calm their frightened hearts.

People who have been injured in the aftermath of a disaster need first-aid medicine.

After the disaster, the elderly and children need tents to survive the cold nights.

Therefore, the dark green military uniform is gone, just because, they are soldiers.

Soldiers, executioners, family members .......

Zhang Kun suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhuo Qiang next to him: "Do you regret it?"

Zhuo Qiang's face was slightly stunned, and even his angry expression seemed to freeze in an instant, not understanding what Zhang Kun meant.

"Because of this mission, your family has lost you, or rather, you have lost your family, you have lost your life, you have lost this world, you have lost everything, do you regret it......? ”

Before Zhang Kun finished speaking, Zhuo Qiang seemed to understand what Zhang Kun meant, the anger on Zhuo Qiang's face slowly converged, and then the corners of his mouth were slightly bitter.

"How can I not regret it, my wife and I have been married for less than four years, my daughter is less than two years old, my parents are only in their fifties, and I have not done my filial piety well. However, if I were given another chance to choose, I would still choose to participate in this mission. ”

"If it had to be my sacrifice to get these messages, then I would die without regrets. ”

"I'm a soldier. "Zhuo Qiang, the way is categorical.

Military.

Zhang Kun silently recited these three words in his heart, and the young faces he saw in the Xin'an earthquake once again appeared in his mind.

They're also soldiers.

Executioner.......

"Give me ten more minutes, and I'll call you in ten minutes, that's my bottom line. Zhang Kun turned his head to look at Zhuo Qiang next to him.

Ten minutes is enough for Zhang Kun to rush back to his grandmother's house, and then, as promised, after making a phone call, he left Taixian Town with his mother and grandmother, which should be enough to escape to a safe enough place before the arrival of the army.

Hearing Zhang Kun's sudden change of words, Zhuo Qiang was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of surprise appeared on his face: "Okay, ten minutes is ten minutes, wait, wait a minute, what time is it?"

Zhang Kun glanced at Zhuo Qiang strangely, and then took out his mobile phone: "...... at ten o'clock." ”

There are still two points in the back, Zhang Kun didn't say it again, but Zhuo Qiang had already seen the time displayed on Zhang Kun's mobile phone.

Zhuo Qiang fell silent, and his face instantly darkened.

It's too late.

Even if Zhang Kun called to report now, the troops had to complete the encirclement ...... from receiving the information, then arranging for the personnel to set off, and then rushing to Taixian Town.

If you want to accomplish this, it is absolutely impossible to rely on the police force of Taixian Town, it must be above the county level, and it must be a joint effort of the military and police.

The time for criminals and foreign forces to connect is 12 o'clock, an hour and 50 minutes, which is definitely not enough to complete all the actions in this series.

Zhuo Qiang figured out these things in an instant, and obviously, so did Zhang Kun.

One person and one ghost fell silent at the same time.

It seems that this person has become a ghost after death, and the concept of time has begun to thin up, and he didn't even realize that more than two hours have passed. Zhuo Qiang's heart was full of bitterness.

And Zhang Kun didn't know whether to be happy or sorry in silence.

In such a situation, the possibility of clashes and shootouts between criminals and foreign forces and troops has been infinitely reduced, so the safety of my mother and grandmother should be fine.

However, when he thought of the three words "executioner" that Zhuo Qiang shouted out angrily just now, Zhang Kun couldn't be happy in his heart.

Will there really be a lot of soldiers who die on the battlefield because of this document?

If so, then, is he an executioner?

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me?

Zhang Kun lowered his head, and on the entire road, there was only the roar of the motorcycle engine.

Suddenly, Zhuo Qiang raised his head violently and looked at Zhang Kun, and a hint of decisiveness flashed in his eyes.

"Help me find someone!"