The policemen in the southeastern province are almost all going crazy.

Whether it was on duty, resting, or even on a long vacation, almost all of them were rushed over from home by an emergency call from the bureau.

All the police officers got the exact news: a traitor to an enemy country who had been lurking in the military area for a long time, after killing several soldiers tonight, had fled. It is said that this soldier is extremely combative, and the destructive power of one person can withstand that of a SWAT team.

A photo of a young Asian man circulated on the phones of all the police officers. In the photo, he is a heroic and upright man, his eyes are sharp, and the military uniform on his body sets off his whole temperament with perseverance and strength. The man in the photo is none other than Qin Jun.

At midnight, there were no cars on the streets, and police cars with flashing red and blue police lights were whirling everywhere.

Intersections, highway toll booths, bus stations, train stations, airports, ferry ports, are full of nervous and heavily armed police. Because the person to be arrested tonight is a very powerful character, a special soldier among special forces. No one can guarantee what will happen to this ferocious fugitive, who may be killed in the battle tonight.

After the secretary drove the off-road vehicle to divert the helicopter in mid-air, the people of the Special Ninth Bureau soon discovered that there was no body of Qin Jun in the wreckage of the off-road vehicle that fell into the cliff and exploded. So he quickly targeted the suspicious white van that had been parked on the highway before.

The tactics of the Special Ninth Bureau were tough, and together they ordered, all the nearby cities were cordoned off, and the police of the entire southeastern province were mobilized. Not only that, but the Special Ninth Bureau also sent several special operations teams to chase and kill Qin Jun all the way.

Fortunately, Hanyu arrived in time, not only providing firearms, but also fighting side by side with Qin Jun. Rao is like this, and the two can only start a guerrilla war with an endless stream of pursuers. Flee from one city to another.

Qin Jun was hiding in an abandoned factory in an urban area in southeastern province, and was tying his bloodied body with clothes torn into strips. After treating the wound, Qin Jun leaned lightly on a dilapidated car, holding a wooden wall behind him tightly in his hand, and still holding an MP5 submachine gun in his hand.

Han Yu is sitting behind the window with Erlang's legs crossed, also holding an MP5 submachine gun in his hand, although he is a sniper, but in this situation, the role of the submachine gun seems to be greater.

"Classmate Qin Jun. How does it feel to betray the organization? ”

Han Yu also had multiple gunshot wounds on his body, but he didn't care, but took out a pack of cigarettes, threw one to Qin Jun, and lit one for himself.

"Shut up!"

Qin Jun was not in a good mood. experienced Zhang Daxing's death, heard about Fang Weiguo's death, and two nights ago, he experienced the secretary dying in order to save himself. His heart seemed to be pierced back and forth by thousands of steel knives.

Han Yu didn't seem to mind Qin Jun's attitude, he took a puff of his cigarette to himself, and after a pause, he said, "It's okay if you don't say it." I'm also from here. It's just that what I didn't expect was that what I experienced would happen to you in the same way. It seems that we are sympathetic to each other and don't want to be brothers, so we can't do it, haha. Hanyu smiled a little ugly, I don't know if it touched on his previous sadness.

"Nope. You're wrong. I'm not like you. I was framed. I was forced, but you took the initiative. The nature is not the same. Qin Jun corrected.

Hanyu laughed even harder, he shook his head and said, "Since your comrade-in-arms fired the first shot, you also fired the first shot at your comrade-in-arms." There is no turning back. Whether active or passive, it doesn't make any sense. ”

Qin Jun's face was a little painful. It's been two days and two nights, and in these two days of escape, he can't remember how many groups of pursuers he and Hanyu killed, how many people were wounded, and how many people were killed. For two whole days and two nights, without eating or drinking, without sleep, except to flee is to fight, and to fight is to escape.

Qin Jun was not afraid of fighting, nor was he afraid of running away. But as a brave and loyal Chinese soldier, he had to flee in his motherland like a street rat, and he had to fight to the death with his comrades-in-arms who had lived and died together. He just thought it was ironic, very sarcastic.

At first, Qin Jun was reluctant to aim his guns at those former comrades. But in this way, it invisibly brings huge pressure to the cold rain, as if the cold rain is risking death to cover himself.

Seeing that there were more and more gunshot wounds on Han Yu's body, Qin Jun suddenly thought of the miserable white face on the secretary's face that night, he didn't want anyone to die for him, he was forced by the instinct to survive, and was forced to prevent the tragedy from happening again to Han Yu, a friend he had just met, so he picked up the submachine gun.

As the bullets entered the bodies of those former comrades-in-arms one by one, Qin Jun's heart gradually became cold and numb.

Qin Jun had never regretted any decision, but this time, it was the first time he had ever regretted it. He regretted pinning his poor sense of belonging on the Special Ninth Bureau, and he regretted that he was smart all his life, but he was confused for a while about the organization's treatment of himself.

If he had fought hard in front of the old director at that time, if he had stubbornly given up on himself without the trust of the organization like a child, maybe the old man Fang Weiguo would not have had an accident because of himself, and maybe the secretary would not have died because of himself.

However, he regretted it now. regretted that because of the only weakness in his heart, the two people who really cared about him lost their lives in vain.

But, regret is the most useless thing.

"Qin Jun, you are the best soldier I have ever seen, live well, don't let me down, you are the pride of Brother Weiguo, live well"

The secretary's words before he died still echo in my ears. Qin Jun's mood still couldn't calm down. He wants to live, live well.

Yes, there is still a lot of work waiting for him to complete, and now, he can't die. Therefore, from now on, nothing will be a reason for him to give up on himself.

"You're so much better than I am. At least, at that time, I was alone, without family, without comrades-in-arms, like an outlaw stray dog, and was defined as a traitor by the NSA, and wanted everywhere. Hanyu recalled that a few years ago, when he was hunted down by the National Security Bureau, he shook his head with a wry smile.

At the time of such a great disaster, it is naturally commendable to have such a friend by his side. Qin Jun moved his somewhat dry throat, glanced at Han Yu gratefully, and wanted to say something, but was preempted by Han Yu.

"Haha. Why, do you want to thank me? Verbal thanks can't be done, I'm a mercenary who charges by the hour, oh, it's been more than fifty hours now, forget it, my math teacher died early, I'll talk to you later. Hanyu waved his hand and said jokingly.

Qin Jun couldn't see that the other party was deliberately enlightening himself, so he couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

Suddenly, a rustling of slight footsteps came into Qin Jun's ears, and Qin Jun's smile disappeared immediately.

"Oh no, there are pursuers!"

Qin Jun frowned and reminded in a low voice, and at the same time jumped up from the ground vigilantly, quietly approached the door, and stretched the muzzle of the gun out of the door.