Cheng Zhichao couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about, so he could only roughly deduce the content of the chat from Mr. Xiaoqiang's expression.

The chat between Peng Jialu and Mr. Xiaoqiang ended quickly, and it was only three or five minutes together. But within these three or five minutes, the expression on Mr. Xiaoqiang's face changed four or five times, and Cheng Zhichao completely saw a series of expression changes such as anger, confusion, sadness, and pain from his face. In the end, when Peng Jialu gently knocked on the child's brain with a gun, Mr. Xiaoqiang's body shook violently, and finally said something with red eyes, and then glared at the two of them, as if they were about to spew fire in their eyes.

Peng Jialu had a smile on her face, and said to Cheng Zhichao: "It's done." ”

"Done so quickly?" Cheng Zhichao couldn't believe it.

"How much more effort can it take? The lives of his wife and children are in our hands, as long as he is still a good man who takes care of the family, he will not refuse to agree to our request. ”

"Threatening him with his wife and children, aren't we despicable?" Before it was done, Cheng Zhichao didn't take this into account at all for his own safety. Now that it's done, I feel a little mean.

"It's despicable enough." These five words were not said by Peng Jialu, but by Mr. Xiaoqiang, who was sitting at the head of the bed, and it turned out to be a correct and round word.

Cheng Zhichao was taken aback, pointed at Mr. Xiaoqiang and exclaimed, "You ......, you can actually speak Chinese?" ”

"I have been in the border guard for more than ten years, and of course I can speak Chinese." Mr. Xiaoqiang sneered.

Cheng Zhichao was furious: "Since you can speak Chinese, why didn't you keep silent when I asked you just now?" ”

Mr. Xiaoqiang snorted coldly, turned his head over, and stopped looking at him.

Peng Jialu didn't expect Mr. Xiaoqiang to be able to speak Chinese, and glanced at him with a smile: "I didn't expect Your Excellency's Chinese to be so slippery." It's a surprise. Since you can speak Chinese, it will be more convenient for us to communicate. This gentleman, I don't know when it will be convenient for you? If it's convenient now, I think I'll start now. ”

Mr. Xiaoqiang's body shook again, turned his head, and said coldly to Peng Jialu: "Let my child go first." ”

"That's not going to work. In case I let you Ling Gongzi go, and you resist again, I am a woman, but I may not be your opponent. Peng Jialu shook her head with a smile and refused his request.

Mr. Xiaoqiang sneered: "I have never seen such a woman who can unknowingly get into my house and catch my child and knock my wife unconscious." If you don't let my child go, I won't go with you. ”

"Your Excellency is really arrogant. We were pinched by the door, and we even had the courage to put forward conditions. Still, I appreciate your arrogant personality. Peng Jialu glanced at Cheng Zhichao, walked to the side of the bed lightly, gently put the child in his hand on the bed, and put it together with Mr. Xiaoqiang's wife.

"The child just took a little anesthetic, and it was not life-threatening." As soon as the child was put on the bed, Mr. Xiaoqiang immediately pounced. A closer examination of the child revealed that his breathing was normal. I couldn't help but put my mind at ease.

"Please." Peng Jialu didn't want to stay here for a long time, and after seeing Mr. Xiaoqiang check the child's condition, he immediately took out a thin rope and threw it to Cheng Zhichao.

The rope is very thin, only the thickness of the little finger, but it is interspersed with wires, and it is bound by this kind of rope. Not to mention earning, even if you use a knife, you have to work hard to cut it, this rope was specially prepared by Peng Jialu for Mr. Xiaoqiang.

Mr. Xiaoqiang reached out and touched the child's face, leaned down and kissed his wife and child on the face, and then raised his head with his eyes: "The two of you are really good." I admit it. As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back and stood in front of Cheng Zhichao.

Cheng Zhichao sighed secretly in his heart, and did not tie him up, but groaned for a while, and said to him: "I can give you five minutes to write a suicide note and explain the future." ”

Mr. Xiaoqiang was stunned for a moment, and his eyes showed gratitude: "Thank you." ”

Peng Jialu frowned slightly, but he did not stop Cheng Zhichao from giving Mr. Xiaoqiang time to write a suicide note, but quietly pointed the gun at Mr. Xiaoqiang, as long as he made the slightest move, he would immediately shoot and kill him. What she cares about is Cheng Zhichao's safety, and now it seems that the biggest threat to Cheng Zhichao is Mr. Xiaoqiang. As for the shooting after the shot, even if it attracts others, it is a pipe dream to stop the two of them with that waste.

Mr. Xiaoqiang took the pen and paper and spread it on the table, and after writing a few lines, he raised his head and asked Cheng Zhichao: "Are you Chinese?" ”

"Yes, but it's not." Cheng Zhichao sighed, "Sir, it doesn't matter who we are, the important thing is that you still have three minutes to spare." ”

Mr. Xiaoqiang's eyes flashed a few times, and he lowered his head and moved his pen like flying. Although Cheng Zhichao only gave him five minutes, he found that he had no intention of stopping the pen when the time came, and he did not interrupt him until he wrote nearly two pages and put down the pen, then he stepped forward, picked up the two pages and handed them to Peng Jialu.

Peng Jialu glanced at him twice and nodded: "It's indeed an explanation of the future." ”

Cheng Zhichao stopped talking nonsense, walked behind Mr. Xiaoqiang, and tied his hands behind his back. Mr. Xiaoqiang was very cooperative during the whole process and did not struggle, and even when Cheng Zhichao finally tightened the rope, he used a lot of force, and Mr. Xiaoqiang only gasped and didn't even say a word.

After being tied up by Cheng Zhichao, Mr. Xiaoqiang reluctantly looked at his wife and children who were sleeping on the bed, and the big tears finally rolled down from his eyes.

Cheng Zhichao was kind and gave him time to write a suicide note, but Peng Jialu did not have the kindness to let him say goodbye to his family again, and knocked on the door frame with a gun: "Everything that should be done is done, let's go." As he spoke, Cheng Zhichao tore off a sheet and stuffed it into Mr. Xiaoqiang's mouth, and strangled it firmly with a strip of cloth on the outside. As a high-achieving student who graduated from the reconnaissance and command major, she still understands the basic common sense that if she doesn't roll up the other party's tongue, it is impossible to really block the other party's mouth just by stuffing something into her mouth.

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It's still pitch black outside, and when you look up at the sky, you can't even see a star, so it doesn't look like tomorrow will be a good day. Peng Jialu opened the way in front. Cheng Zhichao followed Mr. Xiaoqiang, and the three of them walked towards the back door one in front of the other.

Along the way, I came to the back door without any danger, but was blocked by the locked gate. When he came, Cheng Zhichao's Peng Jialu came over the wall, but now he brought a Mr. Xiaoqiang with his hands tied behind his back, and it is not easy to turn over again. The gate was two meters high. It's also not realistic to throw Mr. Xiaoqiang over the gate.

Peng Jialu scratched the back of her head, and finally asked Cheng Zhichao to wait here with Mr. Xiaoqiang first, and she turned out first, and walked quickly to the parking position. It didn't take long for him to come back again, carrying a hammer in his hand, and handed it to Cheng Zhichao through the iron door.

Cheng Zhichao took the hammer and weighed it twice, smiled at Peng Jialu, saw the lock and smashed it hard. After four or five hits. The lock was finally smashed by Cheng Zhichao with a "snap", opened the iron door, and walked out with Mr. Xiaoqiang as if no one was around. As he walked, he said to Peng Jialu: "I thought of everything, but I forgot about this stubble, patronized the key in the distribution room, and forgot that there is another key here." ”

When I went out, it was finally a little bright, at least there were a few street lights on the street. But there was not a single pedestrian. Occasionally, only one or two cars could be seen speeding by. Whenever a car came, Peng Jialu and Cheng Zhichao would skillfully sandwich Mr. Xiaoqiang in the middle. On the one hand, it is to control him and prevent him from sending a distress signal, and on the other hand, it is to block Mr. Xiaoqiang, so as not to be discovered that this benevolent brother is actually tied up.

However, this may not be seamless, after all, Mr. Xiaoqiang's mouth is blocked, if you look closely. I can still see that something is wrong. But at such a late hour, even if someone really found out that something was wrong, how could they come over and meddle in things?

It wasn't until Mr. Xiaoqiang was escorted into the car that Peng Jialu and Cheng Zhichao breathed a sigh of relief, and Peng Jialu sat in the driver's seat. Cheng Zhichao and Mr. Xiaoqiang sat side by side in the back seat. After the two of them sat down, Peng Jialu did not hesitate, quickly ignited the car and started the car, and drove the car out of the town directly.

After driving twenty or thirty kilometers, Peng Jialu turned the car onto a small fork in the road, and finally stopped in front of a small forest. Cheng Zhichao turned on the car, pushed Mr. Xiaoqiang out of the car, looked at the surrounding situation by the bright light of the headlights, and said to Peng Jialu with a smile: "This place is good, there are mountains, rivers and trees, it can be described as a treasure of feng shui, I really can't imagine that you can find such a good place, it's really strange." ”

"What's weird?" Peng Jialu pulled her hair, and in the night, she had more charm, and said with a smile: "For this Mr. Xiaoqiang, the comrades have tried their best, and this place was also discovered by accident before, but I didn't expect it to come in handy." ”

Cheng Zhichao tilted his head to set the direction, and said to Mr. Xiaoqiang: "Brother, I'm going to go on the road soon, you take a good look, this place is full of dissatisfaction." If you are satisfied, you will give your last words, and if you are not satisfied, you will also give your last words. Because whether you are satisfied or not, this place will be the end of your life. ”

Mr. Xiaoqiang snorted a few times, and for the first time there was fear in his eyes. Although he is a soldier, he is also an ordinary person, as long as he is a human being, there are few people who are not afraid of death. When he was at home, he could calmly write a suicide note and kiss goodbye to his wife and children. But at that time, death hadn't really come yet, so he wouldn't feel so frightened. But now, when he realized that death was finally coming, the deep fear of death in his heart was finally revealed.

Cheng Zhichao patted him on the shoulder and said with a sincere face: "Brother, don't blame us, the two countries are fighting each other, each for its own master." As a member of the border guards, it is your duty to fight border crimes, and I admire you for making such great achievements. But the greater your achievements, the more difficult our life will be, we have no grievances, I also feel very sorry in my heart to send you back to heaven today, but there is no way, I also have to live, and I hope that my brother Jiuquan can understand my brother's difficulties. ”

After finishing speaking, he took out the towel in Mr. Xiaoqiang's mouth: "You have also seen that this place is very remote, if it is daytime, there may still be people passing by, but now it is so late." No one will come at all, even if you shout in your throat, no one will hear you, if you don't believe me, you just shout twice and give it a try. ”

Mr. Xiaoqiang's lips trembled a few times, his eyes showed fear, and he just wanted to open his mouth to speak, but Cheng Zhichao took the first step and reached out and pressed his mouth: "The big husband is also happy." Why is it so painful to die? Brother, don't make me look down on you. ”

Mr. Xiaoqiang's psychology of wanting to ask for mercy was seen through by Cheng Zhichao, so he simply stopped begging for mercy, and his courage seemed to be enough, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and asked in a dumb voice: "What's your name?" ”

"......" Cheng Zhichao didn't expect this guy to hesitate for a long time and ask such a non-nutritious question. After exhaling a breath of turbidity, he said: "I remember when I was a child, when I was writing essays, I wrote that I had done good deeds. When people ask for their names, we usually say, 'My name is Red Scarf'. Please don't think that I am humorous, on the contrary, I think this is the subtlety of the Chinese, in layman's terms, that is, to do good deeds without leaving a name. Do you think, if you do good deeds, you don't leave a name, but after you do bad things, you will leave a name? No, no, no. I don't think you can leave a name for doing bad things. You're right? ”

Mr. Xiaoqiang was full of black lines by him, but Peng Jialu was on the side, but he almost broke his belly with laughter, glared at him fiercely, and said angrily: "It's just so many strange words, hurry up and get down to business." ”

Cheng Zhichao hurriedly nodded in agreement and took out the pistol. Pushing Mr. Xiaoqiang towards the edge of the forest. Peng Jialu leaned on the car, clasped her hands on her chest, and watched her man go to kill people with a smile.

When he was about to reach the edge of the forest, Cheng Zhichao slowed down. By the time Mr. Xiaoqiang arrived at the edge of the forest, there was already a distance of more than ten meters between Cheng Zhichao and him.

A distance of ten meters. It's not far away, it's just right. Cheng Zhichao stopped, raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Mr. Xiaoqiang, thinking: "Brother, life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky." Although I want to let you live, whether you can really live depends on whether God really loves you. You've survived several assassinations, and hopefully this time your life is still great. ”

Gritting his teeth, he suddenly shouted and stopped Mr. Xiaoqiang.

Mr. Xiaoqiang was very surprised when he heard Cheng Zhichao stop him from behind, and just wanted to turn around and ask the reason, Cheng Zhichao's gun went off. Four or five bullets hit Mr. Xiaoqiang's body almost in two seconds. Mr. Xiaoqiang's body was shocked a few times, his throat "gurgled" a few times, and he slowly fell down.

Cheng Zhichao's gun was still held in mid-air, and the whole person stood there motionless. Although it was in the dark night, Cheng Zhichao clearly saw a faint green smoke coming out of the muzzle of the gun, and smelled a smell of gunpowder in the air.

"The first, this is the first victim to complete the mission." Cheng Zhichao's hand trembled slightly.

Gunshots, people fall! The whole process was just a few seconds, Peng Jialu watched this qiē happen, her eyes couldn't help flashing, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

Kill and decide, this is the real man. Although he is several years younger than himself, Peng Jialu at this moment has been completely conquered by Cheng Zhichao, and he can't wait to pounce on him and sue him, he has surrendered.

However, after nearly half a minute passed, Cheng Zhichao still maintained the posture of raising the gun and remained motionless, Peng Jialu was scared again, walked forward quickly, and pulled Cheng Zhichao: "Sichen, are you okay?" ”

After being pulled by her, Cheng Zhichao finally came back to life, sighed, put down the gun, and muttered: "This is not the first time I have killed someone, but I don't know why, this time there is always a strange feeling in my heart." ”

Peng Jialu caressed his face for a while, and finally took him in his arms and said softly: "Some people should not die, but if they don't die, others must die, so these people must die." Mr. Xiaoqiang is such a person, if he doesn't die, sooner or later, we will die in his hands. You don't overthink it. ”

"This person is not difficult to kill." Cheng Zhichao slowly spit out six words.

"Then who will kill the score, for you and me, this person is not difficult to kill. But for others, this person is difficult to kill. Peng Jialu saw that Cheng Zhichao had calmed down a little, and was very happy, handed over the fragrant lips, kissed him, returned to the car and took out a digital camera, and handed Cheng Zhichao a flashlight: "Take a picture, I'll take a few photos." ”

Cheng Zhichao flashed the flashlight on Mr. Xiaoqiang's body, and after Peng Jialu took a few photos, he said with a smile: "After I go back, I can finally give Sister Dan an explanation." ”

Cheng Zhichao laughed, looked down at Mr. Xiaoqiang, and thought that these shots didn't seem to hit the heart, liver and head, and Mr. Xiaoqiang should not be dead now, but fainted. I've done what I need to do, and it's up to God to do the rest.

Seeing that Peng Jialu had turned around and walked towards the parking place, Cheng Zhichao hurriedly caught up with her: "You don't have to look at his corpse, make up two more shots?" ”

Peng Jialu shook his head slightly: "My man shouldn't be so bad, he didn't kill Mr. Xiaoqiang after firing four or five shots, and he used me to make up two more shots?" ”

"Hey, that's true." Cheng Zhichao touched his nose and embarrassedly got into the car and sat in the co-pilot's seat. Before Peng Jialu drove, he quietly prepared it when he came, threw the first-aid kit that had not been found by Peng Jialu under the car, glanced deeply at Mr. Xiaoqiang lying on the ground, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. (To be continued......)