Heavy rain.

Everything around was shrouded in a gray rain.

Rohmon looked around blankly.

Exhausted from a seventy-kilometre directional march, he spotted the truck in the heavy rain.

He mustered up the last courage and strength to move towards the truck, and when he was about to grab the car board behind the truck, he unexpectedly saw Zhong Qianmo's eyes as cold as a blade.

The commander looked at Rohmon with a blank face and tapped the cab of the truck with his cane, and the truck started.

Rohmin couldn't feel his legs, he couldn't feel the weight of thirty-five kilograms, he didn't even feel like he was alive, but he knew he had to catch up with the truck. There was not a trace of sympathy or pity in those eyes in the rain, they were as mechanical and impersonal as a slowly moving truck.

After experiencing the carefully planned training of the staff officers who were keen on this kind of training in the support force, everyone would think that they would never survive again, and there had indeed been such accidents, but all the feelings of depression such as pain, heat, thirst, hunger, fatigue, boredom, and loneliness were not as complete as Zhong Qianmo's destruction of a person's will.

Rohmon limped through the mud chasing the truck. He was eager to lie down and end this demonic training even for the Special Forces members, even if it meant that all his previous ten years of hard work had been in vain. He no longer knew if the world around him was a reality or only existed in his fantasies, but the frustration of looking at the truck moving farther and farther away made him start crying under his breath.

Shame began to torment his nerves again, causing him to howl loudly in the rain with self-defeat.

Rohmon snapped his eyes open, and the dream vanished, but the humiliation of the dream burned his mind.

The strong smell of aviation fuel fills the air. With steel plates painted in army green in front of him and a hard bench underneath him, he realized that he was on a "Yun-8" military transport plane bound for Lanzhou. In the sweltering cabin, his whole body was already soaked with sweat.

Every time he took the domestically produced "Yun-8" military transport plane, Rohmin would be so nervous that his stomach would churn. The propeller aircraft is as loud as thunder, and the fuselage jolts every time it passes through the high-altitude current, making it fearful that it will disintegrate in the air at any moment. In fact, Rohm is very familiar with the "Yun-8", and they use this type of aircraft when they are training for low-altitude skydiving. Basically, the "Yun-8" is a good aircraft, but this one seems to be particularly bad.

He wiped the sweat from his face and wiped it on his pants, which were so dirty that he couldn't see the color. Waking up from a nightmare made him feel relieved and happy. In the dream, he behaved humiliatingly, but during that training session, he never stopped his steps, and just when he thought he was about to collapse completely, the truck finally stopped, and he crawled over with the last of his strength, clutching the truck's compartment so hard that it took a lot of effort for the military doctor at the time to pull his stiff fingers away. He later learned that the truck had traveled another five kilometers.

In the future, Rohm, who has climbed snow-capped mountains, crossed the Arctic Ocean, and trained in all kinds of harsh terrains in the world, has long since stopped paying attention to that training volume, but it must be admitted that it was that training that made him complete a huge psychological transformation, completely abandoning the sentimental part of her personality.

In other words, with someone like Zhong Qianmo, as long as you show a little weakness, you can't live.

Zhong Qianmo sat opposite, looking at Luo Men with a cold, thoughtful gaze.

"Have you slept enough? Young man, time slips away while you sleep. You don't know what you're missing. Let me give you a piece of advice, when you reach my age, there will be time to sleep. ”

Rohmon gave him a disgruntled look and took a big gulp of water from the kettle.

"I just finished training, and you dragged me to the plane before I even had time to drink my saliva, and even if I was in a hurry to hang myself, you had to let me catch my breath first. You can't always treat us men like cattle. ”

The most impressive thing about Zhong Qianmo, who is thin and small, is the pale hair on his head, which is the most intuitive expression of his dedication to work. Now he sat there expressionless, holding the handle of his cane against his liver, and his face was as white as his hair. The top commander of the logistics special support force is already in the advanced stage of liver cancer, and even this method can no longer alleviate the pain caused by the terminal illness. From the outside, Zhong Qianmo is still in good spirits, but everyone knows that the flame of his life is rapidly extinguishing.

"But the world is not equal, and I would rather lose you than world peace." When the words "world peace" were spoken, a mocking smile appeared on his face. "While you're lying here enjoying yourself, someone has already crossed the border, and you have twenty-four hours to prepare to keep up with them."

"But they must have been resting before." Luo Men looked at Zhong Qianmo lazily.

"Less nonsense." Zhong Qianmo's tone became stern. "Those people are all counting on you, are you going to leave them alone at this time?"

"You're not the only one who is my subordinate." Rohmon looked at him angrily.

Luo Meng was right, so Zhong Qianmo seemed to be silent for a moment because of the loss, but immediately sneered again, which made Luo Man feel desperate. Sure enough, Zhong Qianmo used his most shameless weapon.

"But you're my most trusted subordinate."

"You might as well kill me now." Rohmon let out a long sigh. "I thought the staff officers who made the training plan were inhumane, but they were far from you."

Zhong Qianmo was just about to speak, when another wave of pain hit him. For him, it was a kind of happiness, and soon he would not even feel pain. The doctor said that he only had three months, but now half a year has passed, and as he taught his subordinates when he was training, the two biggest dangers in the process of survival are the desire for comfort and the negative attitude. Both of these dangers embody an attitude of wanting greater gains with less resistance. Denying the desire to overcome stress would make your chances slimmer and slimmer, so he chose to fight the disease and really bought himself some time.

"How much do you know about Afghanistan?" He wiped the fine beads of sweat from his head with a handkerchief.

"I can look it up online." Rohmon looked at him expressionlessly.

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to hurry, because you're going to be there soon."

If Zhong Qianmo heard the sarcasm in Luo Men's tone, then he didn't show it. He just re-angled his cane, and the handle of the cane was pressed against his liver, almost piercing his body.

The top commander of the logistics special support force is already in the advanced stage of liver cancer, and even this method can no longer alleviate the pain caused by the terminal illness. From the outside, Zhong Qianmo is still in good spirits, but everyone knows that the flame of his life is rapidly extinguishing.

Rohmon did not answer immediately.

Despite being weak, his mind was able to work. Being able to make an exception for Zhong Qianmo, who is seriously ill, to appear in training can in itself show the urgency of the matter, although the affairs of the Afghan side have never been his responsibility. Neither Persian nor Arabic is his professional skill, and the world is even more fantastical for him.

"Do you know why I'm here to give you an assignment?" He kicked Rohmon with his toes.

"Because you don't think there's enough pressure on me otherwise?" Rohmon asked sharply.

"I admit there's a reason in there." Looking around the cabin, Zhong Qianmo smiled silently. "But the more important reason is that I find that only in this environment can I feel comfortable giving you a task. Our department has been infiltrated by the other side, and communication on any occasion can leak secrets. ”

"It can't be." Luo Men looked at Zhong Qianmo in surprise.

Zhong Quemo's department is called the logistics special support force, nominally subordinate to the Chinese People's Liberation Army General Armament Department, as long as someone carefully studies the establishment of the Chinese People's Liberation Army General Armament Department, they will find that there are many such special units that undertake logistics tasks, and they are all inconspicuous in scale. In a huge military structure, such a small department does not attract special attention at all, so few people really want to know what this so-called "logistics special support force" is all about.

Zhong Qianmo said well, "If you don't know about it, you won't be noticed." In today's information age, the best way to keep secrets is to let no one know that there is a "secret" at all. The high degree of independence and compact size of this department has made it even cut off from the intelligence system to which it belongs, so its existence has always been a blind spot for enemy intelligence services, but now, this top-secret department has been leaked.

Zhong Qianmo looked at Luo Meng's surprised eyes, and the smile on his face was gloomy.

"I'm as surprised to hear this as you are, but it's true. To be honest, I have to admire Washington's opponents, this time they were ahead of us, so I would love to know, how they did it. ”

Rohmon looked at him quizzically. "The answer is in Afghanistan?"

Zhong Qianmo shook his head, his eyes revealing his unique cunning.

"The answer, of course, is not in Afghanistan, but the process of solving it must begin in Afghanistan. I've got a solution that I hope will be able to fix while I can still think. If I don't have enough time, you'll take over the job for me. He lowered his eyes and stroked the smooth handle of his cane. In fact, I have been recommending you as my successor. ”

Rohmon smiled. "But the above disagrees."

Zhong Qianmo smiled bitterly. "Young man, you may be talented, but you have character shortcomings, which will make you fall into trouble."

Rohmon smiled. "I don't care if I can take your shift, and you know that."

Zhong Qianmo made no secret of his contempt. "I know you're very high-minded, and you think no one in the world is as loyal as you, even though you seem to be low-key. But let me tell you a little lesson, loyalty also requires cunning. You can do more, but before you have to climb to a position where your loyalty is more valuable. ”

Romon shook his head. "That's the difference between us. If I take over your position in the way you say, can I still be trusted for my loyalty? ”

I don't know if it's because of pain or excitement, Zhong Qianmo's face turned red.

He took a deep breath and seemed to say something, but finally didn't say it, just waved his hand.

Zhong Qianmo is in a race against time, but he will not and will not allow others to worry about this. From the first day he joined the job, he devoted his whole body and soul to the secret business in which he was engaged, and even now he despises all care and concern for his condition. As he himself often said, although the work he is engaged in is very special, he is still a soldier in his bones, and it is his vocation to give whatever it takes, and he has no time to cry for himself.

"Maybe the above is right, you cherish yourself too much." A strong disappointment could be heard in Zhong Qianmo's voice. "Let's not talk about this, I can't see the next thing anyway, you can do what you want."

In front of such a person, Rohmon couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"I'll consider your opinion later."

Zhong Qianmo raised his head and looked at Luo Men, with a hint of kindness in his eyes.

"You think I still have a 'future'?"

Luo Men's heart ached faintly, but he couldn't show it, which would attract Zhong Qianmo's unceremonious ridicule.

Ruthlessness is the passport to the espionage world, and it is the most basic rule of this world. Any expression of affection, even if it is directed at one's own people, is considered anachronistic, if not considered weak.

"I don't have much time and there's a good chance I won't be able to finish this investigation. If I'm not there, you're going to have to continue this investigation no matter what resistance you encounter, and you'll have to do it yourself, because even I can't show you who the real people are. It's all up to you. ”

The sudden pain made Zhong Qianmo gasp again, and he trembled and took out a small piece of medicine and put it in his mouth. When his face improved, Zhong Qianmo stuffed a USB drive into Luo Meng's hand and shook his hand tightly. The old man's hands were as thin as wood, but full of strength.

Luo Men looked at Zhong Qianmo. "Is there something wrong with us internally?"

Zhong Qianmo rarely wanted to speak and stopped, and he showed momentary hesitation, who had always been strong.

He leaned his cane in his hand, as if he were also weighing what he had to say.

"All I can say is that the strongest fortresses are always and can only be breached from within, so I'm not at all surprised that such a thing happened." Zhong Qianmo looked at Luo Men with a smile. "However, this time there was no clue at all for us to investigate, and that made me feel uneasy."

Rohmon keenly captured the fleeting anxiety in the old man's eyes.

"You already have a suspicion?"

Zhong Qianmo's expression was cloudy, Luo Meng had never seen him have such an indecisive moment, but soon, Zhong Qianmo's brows relaxed again.

"No, I didn't. My ideas are not mature, and speaking out will only give you a preconceived bad effect. ”

Rohmon looked at him. "But that won't affect you anymore, will it?"

Zhong Qianmo laughed. "Don't waste your energy, you know my temper."

But Rohmon didn't want to give up. "You always tell us to trust our intuition, so you must have an intuition. Plus, I've long learned not to be influenced by your intuition. ”

Although Zhong Qianmo was smiling, he could still see that he was preoccupied.

"Every word I say is like a two-thousand-kilogram bombshell, and whoever hits him will destroy him, so do you think I'm going to tell you my own uncertain guesses? Although the situation is urgent, we still need to do the right thing. Without the right way, you won't get the right results. ”

"You're encouraging me to doubt everyone." Rohmon was a little unconvinced.

"I don't have a few days to live except for me, and I don't need to do anything like this. And actually, this is also the last task I give you. The new commander has been decided, and soon you will be under his command. But there's one thing you're right. Zhong Qianmo's smile was a little sad. It's about doubting everybody. ”

Luo Men stared at Zhong Qianmo suspiciously.

"Doing so would be dangerous for me and my team."

"Well, that's quite possible." Zhong Qianmo shrugged his shoulders disapplausively. "But I didn't recruit you to make your life comfortable. It's your job, a job that's more important than your fucking safety. ”

Rohmon opened his laptop and began to check the contents of the USB drive. All the information was written in a password that was only used between Luo Men and Zhong Qianmo, and before he had finished reading the whole content, his face was as solemn as a cumulonimbus cloud outside the plane.

"If all of this is true, then we're in big trouble."

Zhong Qianmo looked at Luo Man with a meaningful gaze.

"Truth and falsity need to be proved by ourselves."