"Group A and Group B are all missing, and Group C and Sergeant Miller are confirmed dead. ”

Sitting in the embassy office, listening to the debriefing in his ears, Zhang Youjie's fingers holding the phone trembled slightly.

Five lives, more than 20 people were captured, and the operation that was originally without suspense was so completely defeated.

There is no doubt that this will be the worst loss the CIA has suffered since the Bay of Pigs incident.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Li Zhongping, who was still staying in Lake City, was waiting for his instructions.

"Is it the hand of the General Staff?"

"It should be. Li Zhongping said in a deep voice.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Youjie pondered for a moment and then opened his mouth to order.

"The plan was terminated and withdrawn. ”

It's a pity, but the operation has failed. If nothing else, tomorrow the US embassy and consulates in Beijing will receive a letter of inquiry from the Chinese National Court, and then the Chinese side will hold a press conference to condemn the US side.

The facial muscles were trembling, and Zhang Youjie's heart was dripping blood.

"What about the buried line?" Li Zhongping naturally referred to the Miao army who rebelled.

Originally, their plan was that if the Hua side put Jiang Chen under house arrest, they would use Miao Jun to kill the defenseless old knife, and then take Jiang Chen out of house arrest.

However, the plan seemed to be out of their control from the beginning, and Hua Guo seemed to have used Jiang Chen as a bait to do the agents of Groups A and B, and there was an eighty percent certainty that the PLA troops stationed nearby were dispatched. Immediately afterwards, Group C, which was in charge of holding the hostages, was also attacked by PLA snipers.

Has the intelligence been leaked?

The CIA was unexpectedly put in the hands of the mentally retarded of the General Staff.

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

Now that failure is a foregone conclusion, reducing losses is now a matter of consideration.

"him off, he saw my face. In addition, before killing him, let him do the old knife. ”

"Yes. ”

Zhang Youjie hung up the phone. He pinched the bridge of his sour nose and got up and left the office

Miao Jun never thought that he would become a soldier, let alone that he would be assigned to the Intelligence Section, and after graduation, he was transferred to the General Staff and became a disgraceful agent.

If he wants to be ideal, he wants to be a businessman like his uncle. Or to put it simply. What he wants to be is a rich man.

However, things are not what he wants to be.

According to his original idea, he wanted to be admitted to Wanghai University, study business, and go to the sea to do business after graduation.

He worked hard and he did work hard to get results.

He vaguely remembered the joyful expressions on his parents' faces when the whole family gathered around to check the scores.

However, at the time of filling in the application, he and his parents had a disagreement.

He didn't expect that. His parents would use an almost pleading tone to make him give up his ideals and apply for the National Defense University in Beijing.

There is no other reason than the parents' concern for their son's future.

"Your grandfather's old comrade-in-arms is now a general. With the relationship of your family, if you fill in the National Defense University, you will definitely have a bright future if you follow the path of joining the army!"

"Do you know how hard your uncle was at that time? I can't afford to eat! Do you think doing business is so easy?"

"Mom and Dad are for your good"

In the end, Miao Jun chose the path of joining the army.

Ironically, the path now has been chosen. The only way for him to realize his dream is to work as a bodyguard for a rich man after retiring.

You can't make a fortune as a soldier. If you are engaged in logistics, you can still make some oil and water, and you can also have the opportunity to make some money as a civilian in the military recruitment office, but if you really make a fortune if you engage in intelligence, it is still a bit dangerous.

The "hard work" of his parents led him to this path that he didn't like at all. He had tried to make himself enjoy this life, but when he found out, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how good the performance is, everyone will attribute his promotion to that level of support, and automatically ignore the sweat he has put in.

Indeed, with the help of that relationship, he did rise all the way up quickly, and entered the General Staff at the age of 24. His parents at the dinner table would only appreciate that his grandfather's old comrade-in-arms was a nobleman. And selectively ignored his son when he was training at the Qinghai Special Forces Training Base, and even almost died there!

"Suffer a little, why don't you suffer a little? That's as it should be!" If Miao Jun wanted to complain about something, his father would definitely "comfort" him.

I believe that no one minds enduring hardship, if it is for the cause that they are passionate about.

Now, however, he felt only one kind of torture.

Facts have proved that any forced love is not true love, and this is true for the cause and the country. Even if he has memorized all kinds of lengthy thought report templates, even when he swears with everyone, he can say the oath that he didn't take seriously at all.

A million dollars is tempting, but maybe it's not the most appealing to him.

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

Freely.

It has to be said that that thing has a fatal attraction. Even if he cursed because he couldn't get it, even if he comforted himself because he could do it

Even after dinner, he always sat with his comrades-in-arms, scolding the Yankees for not being a thing.

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

"The old knife is dead. Miao Jun looked at the weeds on the side of the road, his throat moved, and he spoke.

"Really? Congratulations. Li Zhongping breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and took out a pistol from his pocket.

It was so sudden that Miao Jun didn't react.

"Why?" said Miao Jun with difficulty as he swallowed and foamed.

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

Bang!

The bullet pierced Li Zhongping's forehead, and blood splattered on the car.

"FUCK!" the CIA agent who was driving the car quickly pulled out his pistol.

"What are you waiting for!" a loud shout came from afar.

Miao Jun was startled, and subconsciously pulled out his pistol from his pocket.

Bang!

Before the driver could be found, Miao Jun shot and killed him.

Gasping for air, his back was soaked in cold sweat in a matter of seconds.

Alley mouth. A staggering figure walked over.

When he saw the ravine-lined face clearly, Miao Jun smiled bitterly, threw away the gun in his hand, and did not run away, but raised his hands.

It's an old knife.

I don't know why, seeing that he is still alive. Miao Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

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

"I'm sorry, I plotted against you. Because of guilt, Miao Jun didn't dare to look at the face of this senior

"You kid, do you really think you have the ability to plot against me?" the old knife snorted, covered the bleeding wound, and sat on the hood with a grin.

After a pause, the parched lips twitched and continued.

"I deliberately took these two knives. If only you had the skills to escape. You won't be caught by others. If you escape, there is only one chance" The old face flashed with a cunning that matched his age, and the old knife looked at the junior meaningfully and grinned.

"I was reversed. Miao Jun said with a bitter expression.

"Oh, learn a little. The old knife smiled, his left hand continued to cover the wound, and his right hand rested on the hood.

"No, I don't have a chance to use it if I learn it. Miao Jun sighed. took out Lao Dao's mobile phone and called Admiral Liu.

He was ready to confess and be lenient.

And yet at this moment. The quick-eyed old knife snatched the phone and hung up the number that had not yet been dialed.

Looking at the puzzled gaze on Miao Jun's face, the old knife grinned and threw the phone aside.

"Hehe, died of the apostasy of his comrades-in-arms, you are not ashamed to write the file. I'm ashamed. The old knife died honorably, and I prefer that last line to be written like this. ”

Die?!

Hearing this, Miao Jun's heart was shocked, his eyes widened as he looked at the old knife, and hurriedly said. "How is it possible, you didn't mean to be beaten-"

"Although I was deliberately beaten, I was really stabbed with these two knives. The old knife smiled, but when he laughed, he coughed.

Blood stained the corners of Miao Jun's clothes.

"I'll call an ambulance for you—"

"It's useless. The old knife stopped Miao Jun's movements, "I know if my body can be saved." ”

"I," Miao Jun's fingers trembled, and he froze there not knowing what to do. ’

That apology was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't squeeze it out.

He knew that even if he apologized, it was useless.

It was he who killed him with his own hands.

Ignoring the expression on Miao Jun's face, the old knife said as if talking to himself.

"I'm so old that I can't even win against young people. Five years ago, the organization transferred me back to China, and I was supposed to retire at that time. However, Lao Liu found me and hoped that I could use my overseas work experience to exert some spare heat in the field of domestic counter-espionage, and at least train more successors for the republic, and I agreed. ”

"It's been five years, and 27 lads have walked out of my hands. You should be the last one. Saying that, Lao Dao looked at Miao Jun with some relief and nodded, "It is also the one with the best qualifications, as far as newcomers are concerned." ”

"I'm sorry—"

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

"Of the 27 people, only 6 people stayed in the end. The old leader asked me to do more ideological work, and I was able to persuade talents to come down as much as possible. But I've never done that. Twisted melon, not sweet. ”

As he spoke, his voice tinged with melancholy.

"If you want to get rich, don't be a soldier. If you are reluctant, sooner or later you will have a problem. ”

Hearing this, Miao Jun lowered his head, his face full of shame.

The voice grew weaker and weaker, and the old knife continued to talk to himself.

"I know, my country is not necessarily very good, you young people can go online, and I know what you can see. ”

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

"Until then, please guard it for me until that day comes. ”

"But don't force it. ”

"Can I know your name?" Miao Jun said in a choked voice.

"My name, hehe," the old knife grinned, and his voice was rejuvenated again.

took out the pistol that had been used for an unknown number of years, and he trembled and threw it into Miao Jun's hand.

"One day, when you have enough permissions, you will find out through my file. If you retire, then there is no need to know. ”

"Give it back to Lao Liu for me, and I've worked hard for him for half my life, so let's return this gun to its original owner. ”

After speaking, the old knife slowly closed his dry eyelids.

This time, he literally stopped breathing.

Just like a shepherd dog in the twilight, it finally ushered in eternal peace.

"Ahh

Under the streetlight, on the empty road, a man fell to his knees, crying. (To be continued......)