Tang Hui was not too surprised, but nodded calmly: "In this case, in half an hour, we will set off." ”

"Beware of any more people coming from the P area." I reminded him.

Tang Hui shook his head: "It's impossible, Putianma is too far away from here, and the upper echelons of the base are too conceited, thinking that sending these people is enough." If you destroy the first group, you will destroy them all. ”

I didn't have blind confidence, and when I knocked down the group just now, I could tell that their technical and tactical level had not yet entered the ranks of first-class special forces.

The elite of the U.S. special forces are all in the Navy SEALs, while the Rangers and Delta are the trump cards among the elites. If those people were from the Rangers or the Delta Force, I would have hung the prize.

What I mean by this is that the US military has always had a unique study of the level of tactical attack, and it will never send a small group in isolation, but will work together with the sky, the earth, and the people to achieve the overwhelming superiority of "pinching the enemy to death with two fingers."

"There must be someone coming behind, let's evacuate as soon as possible to prevent future troubles." I say.

"The aftermath is the little girl of the Korean Golden Hand Gang." Tang Hui said.

I nodded: "Okay, before leaving, I will tell her where she came from and where she is going back." ”

Jin Xiaowan has been making trouble for half the night, and he should have played enough. It's too late to withdraw now.

I can hear that Tang Hui doesn't have a good impression of Jin Xiaowan, and it's not a good thing to stay.

"Mr. Long, you may not be able to deal with the people of the Golden Hand Gang. If so, I'll come, right? Tang Hui said.

I shook my head and refused: "No need to bother. ”

His solution is to eliminate them all, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but unfortunately he didn't expect that if he got rid of Jin Xiaowan, he would have a deep hatred with the Korean Golden Hand Gang, and the future * annoyance will be endless.

"This self-statement is worth reading a hundred times, and if it can be published publicly, I am afraid that the world's views on the royal family of the island country will be significantly different." Tang Hui said again.

I returned the information to him, and then retorted: "Mr. Tang, I don't agree with this sentence. So far, no media in the island nation has mentioned the story of the big man's self-written manuscript. I suspect that as soon as this document appeared, it was stolen by American spies and turned into a top-secret Pentagon document, and the royal family and the ministers at the time did not even have a chance to see it. If it spreads out now, it will only cause chaos in the royal family, and even affect the national tranquility of the island country. ”

"Affect the peace of the country?" Tang Hui's eyes suddenly lit up.

I realized that I had misguided.

Everyone knows that all the actions carried out by the Yellow Flower Society are targeted, and at least more than eighty percent of the actions are specifically aimed at island countries.

If the self-readme document can affect the political and economic life of the island country, then it will become a very competent *, allowing Tang Hui to sell it for a greater price.

"Lock the lockbox, don't make any more accidents on the secret file." I was kind enough to persuade you.

"I'll give it back to Futenma." Tang Hui replied, and suddenly added, "Along with this information, there is also a photograph of the banquet of the defeated country at that time to entertain the envoy of the surrendered ship. I originally wanted to show it to Mr. Long, but after thinking about it, I forgot it, and it wasn't very harmonious...... Alas. ”

I nodded, "I see, this photo has been on the dark web before, but it is a photocopy, and the original photo is hidden somewhere." ”

Is that picture more than "discord"? The defeated country is tantamount to the serfs of the colonies, and one hundred percent of the citizens of the second class must live on the nose of others, and worship all good things to the representatives of the victorious countries.

During the banquet, the drunken officers of the victorious countries did their tricks and feet to the women of the island countries, and all kinds of ugliness were different.

"Don't say it, it's all over." I say.

Regarding the photo, the attitudes of netizens are divided into two very different groups.

The radicals believe that exposing the enemy's ugliness is to strengthen the prestige of our country, to show patriotism, and to make the people happy. Therefore, these hackers with a clear attitude spread this picture and forwarded it millions of times overnight on all websites and online groups, making it known to everyone, from 10-year-old elementary school students to 80-year-old people, as long as they have access to the Internet, almost all of them have seen various altered and funny versions of the picture.

The moderate-minded hackers believe that mocking the other side with the black history of a sovereign country is an immoral and irrational performance, which is tantamount to a shrew scolding the street, which can neither show the generosity of the Chinese nation nor cause fundamental harm to the enemy, and is a blind act that harms others and is not beneficial to oneself. Therefore, at any time, when spreading anything on the Internet, you must have your own opinions and do analysis, instead of going around meaninglessly and becoming the head of the gun of people with ulterior motives.

My opinion on this photo is between two factions, and to sum it up, there are eight words, that is, "don't forget the national shame, don't be a villain".

The national humiliation is unforgettable, but in the new era, everyone should have a longer-term vision and goal, instead of deliberately drilling into the old paper pile of old history, relying on grandstanding and blind lust to live.

There is still a long way to go, and countless new tasks await the new generation of young people in China to complete. Therefore, it is imperative to choose the right direction of progress.

"The people in Zone P put together the autobiome of the big man and this photograph as if to indicate a certain attitude. I feel that there is a lot of meaning in this, and I need to study it again. Tang Hui said.

He looked up and looked around the room, and his gaze suddenly stopped and landed on the bookshelf in the corner.

The bookshelf was only three layers, less than a meter high in total, and Meng Qiao bought it for decoration. There were a dozen books on it, but I never flipped through them.

"Look at that picture." Tang Hui whispered, pointing to the bookshelf.

I looked over and saw that he was referring to a five-inch high frame with a miniature version of an old oil painting embedded in it.

"That's The Last Supper, what's wrong?" I asked.

Tang Hui walked over, picked up the frame, and looked at it carefully.

This kind of miniature version of oil painting handicrafts can be seen everywhere, with no cultural relics value or economic value, and the price is at most five yuan, which should not be too noteworthy.

"Why...... Why do you know that it is a painting with a very bad meaning, but it has to be passed on to the world forever? The betrayal of the disciples...... The Shame of Jesus...... This is a shady history, so why should it be widely publicized and made a classic in religious painting? What is the painter trying to express – no, no, not the painter, but what exactly is the soul of the painting trying to express? Tang Hui muttered.

I didn't understand him, and slowly stood up, ready to end the conversation.

"I understand, I understand, I understand." Tang Hui suddenly shouted in a low voice, "The one who kneels rises strongly, and he is brave after being ashamed." ”

I still don't understand it, and I don't know what the necessary connection between "The Last Supper" and the 1945 ship was surrendered.

"Mr. Long, I understand, do you understand?" Tang Hui turned his head, his face full of ecstasy.

I shook my head honestly, "I'm sorry, please speak slowly, I haven't kept up with your train of thought yet." ”

"Oil painting is a medium that can be widely disseminated, and it is only with the help of it that the ambition of Jesus can be expressed. The painter painted this picture and Jesus left this scene to warn the world to keep their eyes open and recognize those wicked people with evil intentions. Do you understand this? Tang Hui asked.

I immediately nodded, "Yes, I understand." Oil painting has the significance of educating future generations, from ancient times to the present, from foreign countries to China. ”

"That's what the big people mean when they leave photos." Tang Hui continued.

"Inspire future generations and never forget the shame of the past. I understand that, but when you say, 'Got it', does it mean anything else? I asked.

"Five Kingdoms, Five Kingdoms, Five Kingdoms—" Tang Hui waved the frame and shouted three times in a row.

The Five Kingdoms City is the place where the two emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty "sit on the well and watch the sky", and I am certainly familiar with this.

With a soft click, a small bright red flower suddenly exploded on Tang Hui's forehead.

"What happened in the City of the Five Kingdoms......" Before he could finish his words, his legs went limp, and he fell to me.

I lunged forward, got down on one knee, and caught his body.

"Five...... Five......" he couldn't speak, his right hand grasped the frame, and the tighter he gripped it.

At that moment, blood gushed down the back of his head and forehead, like two springs that had just opened.

I looked out the window, and there was a thumb-sized hole on the top edge of the front window, just two inches from the frame.

It was left by a shot fired from a height, and the sound of the gun was not high, proving that the man was using a long gun with a silencer.

I looked back and saw a brass bullet embedded in the corner of the wall, the tip of which was all drilled into, leaving only a little of the tail exposed.

With a click, Tang Hui scratched the glass on the frame, straightened up, and slowly exhaled his last breath.

I let go of him, bent down under the window, and looked across the roof.

There was no one on the roofs opposite, in front left and in front right, and the bullets could only be fired from the roofs of buildings 300 meters to the south.

A headshot at a distance of three hundred meters is something that only a professional sniper can do.

I felt frightened and anxious at the same time. Tang Hui was shot and killed as soon as he got a glimpse of the heavenly machine, which was really a failure.

He mentioned "The Last Supper", the significance of the photos left by the big shots, and finally mentioned the City of the Five Kingdoms, according to my understanding, every humiliated person is to warn future generations that "the past does not forget the teacher of the future", but the discovery that made Tang Hui so excited must have a higher and deeper philosophical significance.

It was almost dawn, and I curled up under the window, not daring to make a rash move.

In fact, everyone knows that Area P, as well as all the Pentagon's bases, are not easy to mess with. The people of the whole world are frustrated, first lose the lockbox, and then be annihilated, which will definitely anger the upper echelons and take extreme actions.

Another thing I feel anxious about is that this place has been exposed, and we need a new secret hideout.

Of course, after the chaos, there is a reward, that is, all the information in the lockbox.

In addition to the self-reports and photos of the big people, you will definitely be able to find more hidden clues from them.

Tuk tuk, there was a knock on the door.

"We have snipers, be careful." I immediately made a loud noise.

In order to avoid being shot by the snipers, I curled up under the window so that the lights were still on in the room. If someone pushes the door in, it will immediately become a live target for snipers.

"I'll turn off the switch, wait." It was the voice of the Great General.

"Brother Long Fei, you're not injured, are you?" This is the sound of the golden bowl.

"Nope." I replied.

"That's good, that's good, don't worry." Jin Xiaowan laughed.

I can't help but smile bitterly, Tang Hui's death is a very big loss. The sudden shot just now could have been dodged, but I was still too careless.

The switch outside made two soft "clicks", and the overhead lights went out.

I leaned against the wall and moved to the door, opened the door quickly, and flashed out.

"Master Cha and Aunt Cha are out." The Great General reported to me in the dark.

"It doesn't mean much, the other party is a master, and he is condescending, and he has already occupied a favorable position." I say.

The general smiled: "Mr. Long, isn't it good to solve the problem like this?" ”

Her eyes gleamed in the darkness, and her voice was relieved.

"The kneeling rises up - only when this problem is solved, is the real end." I smiled wryly.

I have to admit that Tang Hui is wiser than me. Before he died, he must have realized something quite precious - "What is it?" ”