Recently.

The good days are fleeting.

Since the death of Gangzi, the myth of the undefeated six-member group with legendary colors has been shattered.

Over the next two years, only five members of the group were killed in battle. In the end, only the team leader Zhang Daxing and team member Qin Jun remained.

His military exploits brought Qin Jun countless military medals and honors, but he didn't care at all, because he knew that no matter how big his official position was and how many honors he had, he couldn't get back the lives of his lost brothers.

Seeing his brothers leaving him one by one, no matter how sad Qin Jun was, no matter how painful he was, there was always Zhang Daxing patting his shoulder, smoking a cigarette and sitting beside him without saying a word to comfort him.

If it weren't for Zhang Daxing, Qin Jun wouldn't know how he had survived all these years.

Zhang Daxing has also become the only remaining brother in Qin Jun's heart.

Is God going to take away even his last brother?

Qin Jun stood outside the gate of the small hall, and suddenly a bleak mountain breeze blew, Qin Jun couldn't help but shudder, and only then did he retract his thoughts of reminiscence.

"Brother!" Qin Jun's whole body tensed, he walked quickly in a few steps, and pushed open the door of the small hall with a bang.

At the end of the small hall, yellow and white flowers covered the steps, and a plain white ice coffin lay quietly in the middle of the flowers.

The black-and-white portrait showed a heroic young officer, wearing a beret with the badge of the Special Ninth Bureau, and a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes looking straight ahead.

There is no doubt that the young officer on the posthumous appearance is Zhang Daxing.

"Gorilla!" Qin Jun clutched his chest and almost stumbled to the ground. A sharp pain came from the mouth of the heart, as if someone had pierced the heart.

"Qin Jun!"

"Major Qin!"

The atmosphere in the small auditorium was solemn, almost no one spoke, and there were many officers of the Special Ninth Bureau sitting here, all of whom were people who knew Zhang Daxing well, and they came here to see off their comrades-in-arms for the last time. The officers wore white flowers on their sleeves, and each took off his hat and held it in his hand as a sign of remembrance of this comrade-in-arms.

People who know Zhang Daxing naturally also know Qin Jun. Who doesn't know this legendary pair of old partners in the special nine innings.

Qin Jun didn't talk to anyone, even though there were many officers with higher ranks than him. Step by step, heavy as a thousand pounds, he slowly walked to Zhang Daxing's posthumous image.

"Brother, I'm late." Qin Jun lowered his head and stared at Zhang Daxing on the posthumous appearance, his fists were clenched, his whole body trembled involuntarily, and his red eyes were extremely terrifying.

Without too many words, Qin Jun bowed deeply three times towards Zhang Daxing's posthumous appearance.

The entire mourning hall was extremely quiet, as if the sound of a needle falling could be heard. Because everyone felt the terrifying aura on Qin Jun's body.

Qin Jun slowly turned around, glanced at all the officers present, and said word by word: "Whoever has a special code can sue me, what is going on with this special code." ”

The officers in the seat were silent, and after a while, an officer with a bear's waist and a tiger's back stood up from his seat, walked to Qin Jun's side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, mourn." We are all very sad that something like this happens. ”

Qin Jun knew this officer, his code name was Xiashan Tiger, and like Qin Jun, he also had the rank of major, but he was ten years older than Qin Jun. On weekdays, the relationship between Xiashan Tiger and Zhang Daxing is not bad.

"Sue me, who is the murderer?" Qin Jun's eyes widened.

"Daxing was sacrificed in order to cover the retreat of his comrades and hostages when he was on a mission!" The tiger lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

"What I'm asking you is, who is the murderer?" Qin Jun's face sank and he reunited again.

"Myanmar's big drug lord Varni." The Descendant Tiger shook his head.

"No way. That's just a rabble. Qin Jun frowned.

"Yes. Varni's gang is indeed just a rabble of Righteous Gangs, and we thought so before last night. However, according to reports from the southwestern border, the militants who exchanged fire with Zhang Daxing last night were well-armed, and in addition to heavy machine guns, they even had individual mortars. We suspect that it is very likely that it is the hand of God. The downhill tiger kept his voice low.

"The Hand of God?" Qin Jun's eyes burst out with two clusters of essence.

"Yes! With the recent war in Myanmar, it is likely that Varni has spent a lot of money to hire people from the Hand of God in order to increase his self-preservation power. Xiashan Tiger said.

"Good!" Qin Jun snorted coldly, and as soon as his words fell, he turned around and left. Zhang Daxing is dead, but the murderer is alive and well, this is something that Qin Jun cannot accept.

Yes. Qin Jun wants to take revenge, he must slash the other party in order to make his brother Zhang Daxing blind.

When Qin Jun walked back to the gate of the small hall, there were four people blocking his way.

These four people are none other than Fang Weiguo, the executive director of the Special Ninth Bureau, and the secretary, as well as Fang Weiguo's two personal guards.

"Qin Jun, where are you going?" Fang Weiguo put his hands behind his back and had a straight face.

"Me? Of course, I went to prepare a sacrifice for Zhang Daxing. Qin Jun sneered, although the murderous aura on his face had been deliberately hidden, it was still detected by Fang Weiguo.

"You think you're going to Burma." Fang Weiguo said solemnly.

"Now that I know, I asked knowingly. Get out of the way. Qin Jun said in a deep voice, his face was extremely ugly.

"Major Qin, please pay attention to the way you speak?" The secretary glared at Qin Jun and reminded him loudly.

Fang Weiguo waved his hand towards the secretary officer, and said to Qin Jun, "I understand your feelings. However, the dead are the greatest. Handle the aftermath for Zhang Daxing first, and the matter of going to Myanmar is not in a hurry. Recently, wars and chaos have broken out in Myanmar, which has attracted the close attention of the international community, and at this point in time, it is better for us to keep a low profile, because once it attracts international disputes, it will discredit our Chinese army. ”

"Humph! There is no hurry. How long will it take, a month, or a year? Qin Jun asked.

Fang Weiguo sighed, pondered for a moment, and then raised two fingers and said, "Two days." ”

Qin Jun clenched his fists tightly, he was a soldier, and it was his duty to maintain the honor of a soldier, and he had to consider what the old man Fang Weiguo said.

"Just delay it for two days. Daxing is a good boy and a glorious and conscientious Chinese soldier, and I think he has a spirit in heaven and will support you in doing so. Fang Wei's Chinese tone slowed down.

Qin Jun bit his lip stubbornly, and finally compromised: "Then two days." With that, he turned around and re-entered the small hall.

As we approached the door of the small hall, there was a loud bang.

I saw that Qin Jun actually smashed the heavy solid wood door into a hole the size of a rice bowl with one punch, and said in a deep voice: "Two days later, I will personally kill that big drug lord." ”

"Good!"

Fang Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that the relationship between Qin Jun and Zhang Daxing was extraordinary, for fear that Qin Jun would do something out of the ordinary because of Zhang Daxing's death. Qin Jun has caused him a lot of trouble since he entered the Special Ninth Bureau, such as fighting with comrades-in-arms at the same level and beating up superior officers, which are commonplace.

If it weren't for Fang Weiguo's hard pressing, and then simply driving Qin Jun out of the country, Qin Jun might have been disciplined a long time ago.

Qin Jun walked back to the posthumous image, bowed again and said, "Brother, wait two more days." ”

There were a lot of white flowers around the plain white ice coffin, and Qin Jun remembered that he hadn't said goodbye to Zhang Daxing's body since he came in just now, so he picked the two whitest flowers from the flower basket on the ground.

Holding the white flowers, Qin Jun slowly walked up the steps and came to Zhang Daxing's ice coffin. He didn't rush to see Zhang Daxing's body, but slowly took a deep breath and pulled out the fish intestine dagger that had been pinned to his waist.

Qin Jun stroked the sharp blade of the fish intestine and said abruptly, "Brother, it will be your twenty-fifth birthday in a few days." I know you like the dagger the most, and I'm sure you'll like this dagger, and I'm giving it to you now. ”

After speaking, Qin Juncai moved his gaze to the body of the brother who was born and died in the ice coffin.

However, just as Qin Jun saw the things inside the ice coffin clearly, his body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, his face became even more pale as paper, and his red eyes were about to burst into flames.

Not good! Fang Weiguo, who was far away from the gate, chuckled in his heart, and only then did he realize that something was wrong.