"Wu Rui, you must live" Yang Chen shouted this sentence tragically, and fell into the turbulence at the bottom of the hundred-meter rift, Wu Rui was stunned.

"Yang Chen, Yang Chen."

Wu Rui reacted, shouted madly, crouched on the edge of the cliff and looked down, only to see the splashing water, how could there be Yang Chen's shadow, the raging river, annihilating everything.

Nearly 100 meters in height.

It is equivalent to jumping from the thirtieth floor.

The chances of living are very slim, and even if they don't die, they are mostly crippled.

Wu Rui called out Yang Chen's name one after another, at first hysterical, then helpless, then desperate, crying in a mess, almost fainting, at the same time, the young man she saved, turned the muzzle, aimed at her, and the handsome face was still as calm and innocent as before.

Wu Rui raised her sad and desperate face full of tears, looked at the young man opposite, and her eyes were full of sorrow, and hatred gradually appeared, and hatred penetrated into the bones.

Hate, so what?

Can you turn back the clock or do you keep the unexpected from happening?

Wu Rui recalled that she had prevented Yang Chen from shooting the boy before, and was dissatisfied with Yang Chen's changes over the years.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps in the dense forest behind the young man, and soon, dozens of people poured out of the jungle, standing with the young man, raising their guns and aiming at Wu Rui, who was lying on the edge of the cliff on the opposite side and crying bitterly.

These are the young people.

They judged whether there was a situation according to the melody blown by the boy, and traced it all the way to this point according to the marks left by the boy, Wu Rui, who was intertwined with self-blame, guilt, and sadness, sat on the edge of the cliff, let the other party aim, and begged for death, and if he died, he would be freed, otherwise he would live in pain and torment in the future.

Opposite side.

The sound of pulling the bolt rang out.

At this time, the buzzing roar came from far and near.

Dozens of militants looked left and right without knowing what to do, only to see two military helicopters suddenly fly out from behind the jungle behind Wu Rui.

The helicopter gunship painted with the logo of the Pakistani military opened fire directly, and the machine guns and rockets bombarded dozens of militants in one go, and these people had no time to react, and the teenager and a dozen people around the teenager were killed by the 20-millimeter machine artillery bombardment, and turned into stumps and broken arms on the ground.

Others were blown away by rockets, screaming and falling into the rift, and many more were swallowed by the flames of the rockets, killing dozens in an instant.

The scene was bloody.

It's chilling.

This is the battlefield, ruthless and unforgiving, showing the fragility of life everywhere.

Wu Rui stared blankly at everything that happened in front of her, and remembered that the sharp blade instructor who trained her had said that whoever was merciful on the battlefield would dig a grave for himself and his comrades.

Wu Rui, who was distracted and weeping, muttered this silently, she was merciful, but she pitted the man she loved deeply, she was not killed, she pulled out the pistol in the holster, raised her arm, and put the muzzle of the gun to her temple.

"Miss Wu"

Wang Ming, who slipped down next to Wu Rui, pounced on and grabbed Wu Rui's gun, and then one second later, the consequences were unimaginable, Wang Ming had palpitations, and removed the magazine of the MP5 submachine gun hanging behind Wu Rui's back.

After half a day, the Arctic Fox team encountered Pakistani military personnel, and then tracked Yang Chen and rushed to meet them as quickly as possible.

When Wang Ming learned that Yang Chen had fallen into a deep valley, he was also shocked and at a loss, and then Wu Rui was forcibly pulled onto the helicopter.

The next day, the Pakistani side mobilized mountain brigades into the mountains to conduct a carpet search along the rift valley river, and fished out several ** corpses and Yang Chen's equipment and belongings, one of which was covered in bruises and unrecognizable.

The unrecognizable corpse resembles the morning.

For final confirmation, DNA samples need to be taken and sent back to China for testing.

Afghanistan.

Golden Crescent region.

The military checkpoints scattered throughout the Arctic Fox, and the TLB forces jointly control the area, which is equivalent to controlling 70% of the drug supply in Europe and Asia.

Last year, the global drug trade exceeded $1 trillion, and it is really difficult to estimate how much profit the Golden Crescent has shared as one of the world's three major drug producing areas.

The Arctic Fox is set up in the largest fortress in the heart of the Golden Crescent, waving a black flag with a white fox's head, and the Scorpion in Afghanistan is inspecting a phalanx of 200 elite warriors.

The scorpion was going to personally lead them across the border and into the mountains of Pakistan to search for Yang Chen, and he didn't believe that the man who single-handedly created the huge black gold kingdom had died at the gunpoint of the rabble.

The head is a god, and he has not yet reached the most glorious peak of life, how can he fall.

The scorpion thought almost paranoidly, and a subordinate in a jungle camouflage uniform quickly ran up to the review stand and whispered a few words to the scorpion, and the scorpion was stunned for a moment, and then overjoyed.

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Capital.

There is occasional light smog this winter.

Wu Rui's heart is more gloomy than a hazy day, and she can't afford to be sick after she returns, and the Pakistani side has not yet sent the hair extracted from the suspicious corpse back to China, and the results of the DNA test will be available in a few days at the earliest.

The courtyard in the depths of an alley near Beihai Park is covered with a thin layer of snow, not covered in silver, but it is also extremely enchanting.

The courtyard of the two entrances is deep and quiet.

The small courtyard is definitely the top mansion in the capital, and it has no price.

In today's society, what money can't buy is a symbol of status.

In the backyard of the courtyard, a few plum blossoms bloom, the wind and snow, add a bit of vitality and faint fragrance to the midwinter season of the depression of all things, under the eaves of the corridor in the backyard, a window is open, in the window, Wu Rui looks at the plum blossoms in the courtyard, as if there is no soul shell.

Wu Rui didn't even notice that her brother Wu Jie walked into the backyard, Wu Jie entered the house and sat on the edge of the bed, she was still stunned, Wu Jie sighed secretly, and called a few little sisters.

Wu Rui turned her face and glanced at her brother with empty eyes, but she didn't squeak.

"Little sister, brother knows that you are worried, you are sad, but the matter has come to this, what is the use of you like this, besides, Yang Zi may not really have an accident, that kid's life is very hard, he doesn't want to die, Lord Yama has nothing to do with him, don't do this, brother looks uncomfortable." Wu Jie almost pleaded.

He never hurt his sister carefully, and he couldn't see his sister sad, angry, and wronged.

Yang Zi had an accident, he was also uncomfortable, he drank sullenly for a few days, got drunk several times, was drunk last night, and when he sang in KTV, he cried in front of a group of small people.

"Grandpa asked me to tell you, when Yang Zi comes back this time, the two of you will get engaged, and when Yang Zi graduates from university, we will hold a beautiful wedding for you." Wu Jie conveyed the meaning of the emperor of the Wu family.

When Wu Rui heard this, her empty eyes finally had emotional fluctuations, but this bright color was fleeting, and the premise of engagement and marriage was that the beloved man was alive.

What are the odds.

Wu Rui couldn't even think about it.

"Yang Zi must be fine, he must be alive." Wu Jie continued to comfort his little sister, as if he were comforting himself, and firmed up the beautiful fantasy in his heart.

Wu Jie also wanted to persuade the little sister to open a little, but he didn't know what to say, sighed, accompanied the little sister, sat silently for more than half an hour, told the nanny to take care of the little sister carefully, and left worriedly.

………………………

Yang Chen didn't die.

The scorpion receives the exact message.

The Arctic fox team led by Wang Ming completed the rescue mission, and did not leave the mountainous area immediately, but searched repeatedly along the rift valley river.

Due to the isolation of the village, almost isolated from the world, no electricity, no communication equipment, and disconnected from this era for at least fifty years, Yang Chen, who was injured in many places, was unable to contact the outside world, and did not leave the village rashly.

The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and Longyou Shoal was played by shrimp.

Yang Chen, who was injured, had to be cautious, and he was sure that once Wu Rui was rescued, Wang Ming would not be able to find him, and he would definitely not leave, what he was most worried about was that Wu Rui and Wang Ming would be finished with him.

In the mountains, simple houses made of mud and wood are built up the hillside, forming a patchwork of villages, where most of the men walk around the villages wear white robes, while the adult women wrap their bodies in black robes, showing only their eyebrows, highlighting the strong Muslim style everywhere.

Muslim.

Not equal to extremist religious elements.

Many people are doctrinally trained doers.

For example, the simplicity and warmth of the villagers in this village, perhaps the isolation and barrenness helped them to stop the swindlers who used religion to achieve their sinister ends.

On the hillside behind the side of the village, Yang Chen sat on a rock, smoking a cigarette, looking at the sky in the distance, and couldn't help but reminisce about falling into the rift valley.

In just a few seconds, he was also helpless and flustered, at the mercy of fate, but fortunately, God favored him once, and he didn't die, only a few injuries.

Wang Ming squatted on Yang Chen's side, the lower half of Yang Chen's right leg was rolled up, and there was a hole nearly 20 centimeters long on his calf, which was crooked and stitched by black lines, which was shocking.

"Who sewed this?" Wang Ming frowned and spoke, helping Yang Chen apply potion to the wound, very dissatisfied with the level of the person who sewed Yang Chen's wound.

"I sewed it myself." Yang Chen spat out the smoke and smiled faintly, and his words were understated.

Wang Ming is staggering, after so many years of fighting and killing, dealing with wounds is a necessary skill, but he can stitch up his leg and stomach wounds, Wang Ming can't do it.

Yang Chen has more than just a traumatic injury to his leg and stomach, but this wound is too deep and must be dealt with, no matter how strong Yang Chen is, he is a human being, not a god.

"Boss, the scorpion wants to talk to you on the phone." A tall white man, carrying a satellite phone, ran up the hill and shouted in a hurry.

Ivantov, a Russian, served in the Russian Alpha Army for five years, and is good at explosives and fighting.

Unfortunately, four people died in battle.

This was a huge loss that made Yang Chen heartbroken.

Yang Chen took the satellite phone and chatted with the scorpion, even if he had been away for a long time, listening to the familiar voice of the scorpion, the brotherhood surging in his heart had not changed at all.

"Boss, come and stay with me for a few days."

"I have to go back to China tomorrow, and I will definitely go when I have the opportunity in the future."

Yang Chen smiled and refused the scorpion, in fact, he really wanted to go to the Golden Crescent Moon and take a look at his Black Gold Kingdom, but too many people in the country were worried about him, and the two chatted for more than ten minutes.

At the end of the call, Yang Chen handed over the satellite phone to Ivantov, continued to look at the clean sky in the distance, pondered, if you don't die, there will be a blessing in the future, over the years, Yang Chen has repeatedly confirmed this statement, and at this moment I can't help but wonder, what blessings will come next.