A mountainous area in the southeast of China, the base of the Special Ninth Bureau.

Thundered.

Two whizzing helicopter gunships whizzed past in mid-air. The disturbing sound of propellers is deafening, enveloping this lush mountain forest.

On an open meadow in the forest, two mighty helicopter gunships slowly landed, and before they landed, a small group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms appeared out of nowhere in the forest, and they all held guns and locked the two helicopters that suddenly broke in.

The strong wind blowing from the propeller blew out bursts of air, and on the grass that had just rained, the mist suddenly rose in all directions, making people unable to open their eyes.

The two helicopters are armed reconnaissance planes with loaded guns and ammunition, and the other is armed transport planes with large capacity. On the two helicopters, without exception, there is an unsheathed sword.

The hatch of the armed transport plane opened, and about a dozen heavily armed soldiers in camouflage uniforms jumped down with solemn expressions, lined up neatly, and ignored the black muzzles outside.

"People from the Berserk Brigade?" The warriors of the Special Ninth Bureau seemed to recognize the insignia of the sword on the other party's shoulder.

"I'm sorry! I have not received any orders regarding your visit, and I am sorry that you will not be allowed to pass. It was a captain of the Special Ninth Bureau who spoke, and he put down his gun and scanned the special forces with a calm gaze. Most of the fighters of the Special Ninth Bureau are selected from the special forces at the grassroots level, so they have a special affection for the special forces.

"No, you don't! They don't go in for a while. "On the armed reconnaissance plane, a man with a bag on his back and dyed red all over his body jumped out.

"Major Qin!" The captain stood up and saluted, and he couldn't help but gasp as he looked closely.

The person who came down from the armed reconnaissance plane was Qin Jun, and it was not wrong, but his whole body seemed to be stained with blood, and he could smell a pungent smell of blood from afar, not only that, but in the backpack behind him, a drop of bright red liquid flowed out from time to time, which made people inexplicably feel creepy.

"Arrange a car and take me in." Qin Jun said with a cold gaze. Then he turned and said hello to the people in the armed reconnaissance plane.

"Okay!"

The captain of the Special Ninth Bureau couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, he didn't dare to look directly at the other party's pair of red eyes. Qin Jun looked intact, which meant that the blood on his body came from someone else, and how many people he had killed had killed if he could be dyed like this by blood.

The captain has experienced a lot of life-and-death battles, and he has already trained himself to be a tiger, but when he saw Qin Jun's murderous and terrifying appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart.

"He is a legend of the nine innings." The captain sighed in his heart, and then quickly arranged a vehicle for Qin Jun.

The off-road vehicle roared into the forest, but the people of the Crazy Sword Brigade stayed where they were, as if they had no intention of leaving. The captain thought that the other party was someone brought by Qin Jun, so he didn't drive him away.

Small auditorium.

The combination of white linen and white flowers is the main color here. Heavy mourning music was played in a loop, and in front of Zhang Daxing's portrait, there was an incense burner piled with smoke, and a few wisps of green smoke were raised.

At this time, there were very few people who came here to pay respects, except for Xiashan Hu, who was close to Zhang Daxing, and a few other officers, there was no one else.

"I don't know, what happened to that kid Qin Jun, I hope something else happens." Xiashan Hu sighed, he and Zhang Daxing are fellow countrymen, so they are relatively close to each other on weekdays.

"Hey, Director No. 2 said that he would wait for two days, but he just didn't listen. Don't follow in the footsteps of Zhang Daxing. Several of the other officers were also a little anxious. In their eyes, Qin Jun was like Zhang Daxing's younger brother.

While a few people were chatting, they suddenly heard a rush of footsteps, and they closed their mouths very tacitly.

Boom!

The door to the small auditorium was almost kicked open.

Several of the officers who were good with Zhang Daxing stood up one by one with slightly angry faces. Who dares to be disrespectful to the dead.

But when they saw Qin Junis standing at the door, they were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes widened in shock.

Qin Jun's appearance at this time was really terrifying.

However, Qin Jun didn't care about the feelings of others, he strode into the mourning hall and knocked over the incense burner on the mourning hall.

"Qin Jun, what are you doing?" The downhill tiger frowned and warned loudly. He thought that Qin Jun had been stimulated by something and did some disrespectful behavior.

Qin Jun sneered, didn't pay attention to the other party, but took out a piece of white cloth wrapped in blood-stained red from the package and put it in the position where the incense burner was placed just now.

What is he going to do? The officers present all had question marks in their hearts.

Call!

Qin Jun opened the white cloth, revealing a bloody head.

"This is the big drug lord of Myanmar, Varni," Xiashan Tiger recognized the owner of the head and couldn't help but say in surprise. He didn't expect Qin Jun to actually succeed.

Qin Jun didn't speak, and by grabbing a small square card with blood stains on it from his backpack, he put them all on the mourning hall.

The fighters of the "Hand of God's Identity Card" Special Nine Bureau are no strangers to mercenary organizations such as the Hand of God, and many of them even recognize what the small square card is.

The mourning hall suddenly became silent. No one expected that Qin Jun would actually kill so many mercenaries, and he also cut off Varni's head with his own hands.

"Qin Jun, you really" Xia Shanhu couldn't help but pause for a while.

Xiashan Tiger is recognized as one of the best in combat effectiveness in the rank of major in the ninth bureau, he thinks it is impossible to do this, but he didn't expect Qin Jun, who is also a major, to do it. Moreover, Qin Jun's age is ten years younger than him. The heart of the tiger in the lower mountain suddenly turned up in shock.

In fact, it is not surprising that the Lower Mountain Tiger will also be surprised. Qin Jun has been staying abroad all these years, and many soldiers in the Special Ninth Bureau in China only know that he has great achievements, but they don't know how terrifying his strength is.

From beginning to end, Qin Jun didn't say a word. It wasn't until he carefully took out Zhang Daxing's head from his backpack in front of everyone that he choked up and said, "Team leader, gorilla, brother, I brought you back." ”

Qin Jun actually really brought Zhang Daxing's head back. All the officers in the mourning hall couldn't help but gasp.

How strong is this Qin Jun?

In the moment when the officers were distracted, Qin Jun had already cut his fingers and let the blood drip into the white liquor. It wasn't until the wine was soaked in blood red that the blood stopped.

"To my brothers!" Qin Jun picked up the bowl, raised his head, and drank it all.

After drinking the liquor, Qin Jun threw away the bowl, wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at the ice coffin in front of him, and said with fierce eyes: "Brother, please go, I promise with my life and blood that those who murder you will pay a heavy price!" ”

Qin Jun's eyes were full of violent killing intent.

Xiashan Tiger couldn't help but wonder, he had obviously brought up Varni's head, and he still looked like he had not avenged for Qin Jun.

As soon as the words fell, Qin Jun actually took out a Chinese-made Type 05 submachine gun from his backpack, and under the surprise of everyone, he slowly walked outside the door, and fired wildly at the sky.

Da-da-da-da. Da-da-da-da.

The dull sound of bullets, like a tragic elegy, floated around every corner of the base