That little thing between countries, no soldier wants to care, of course, I am no exception, this is my first time abroad, nothing new, just made a plane, to a country with different customs, languages and systems, I just want to quickly end this mission, and then go back to continue looking for Wang Li, even if it is his tombstone.

The impulse on the plane was less boiling from the moment I stepped into the country, because I knew how I could compete with a country with a few pounds and a few taels. At the end of the day, it's still impulsive.

I was carrying a backpack and wearing sunglasses, like an ordinary passenger, walking through the security checkpoint with a calm demeanor, the guards on one side glanced at me from time to time, and the big black wolf dog under my feet was also sticking out his tongue and panting curiously at me.

Probably the scar on my face made me look less friendly.

The big wolfdog couldn't understand why its owner kept staring at me, and he couldn't see anything for a long time, probably thinking that humans were bored, so he lay on the ground, opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and looked away.

My mission is classified as top secret in China, so I don't worry about being caught red-handed if my whereabouts are revealed.

As I walked out of the airport, I received a message on my phone with the address and information of the person I was connected to, a person from our country and an informant that we had been planting all along, and his main job was to provide some brief information.

So I walked over to a tricycle driver who was waving at me and talking curry.

When I got into the car, I told him in English where I was going, and the tricycle started up, the sound of the roaring motor filled my ears, and the car drove through the densely populated streets, and in a short time there were five or six children chasing the tricycle, and they kept banging on the windows and speaking local English in their mouths.

The driver opened the window and yelled at them, seemingly not liking the children disturbing his guests.

I asked him, "Why are they chasing?"

"My friend, you must be here for the first time, they just want to ask you for money." The driver's English was very standard, and he didn't look back to explain to me.

About an hour later, I paid, and the driver grinned and waved at me, his dark face looking very happy.

"Have fun, Bruce Lee!"

I replied, "I'm not Bruce Lee."

The informant on the phone owned a local Chinese restaurant, and we met in the back kitchen, a man in his forties, ordinary-looking, well-built, and characteristic of a standard middle-aged man who you wouldn't notice when thrown in a crowd, I call him a cuckoo, that's the code name, and mine is a hare.

Cuckoo provided me with some corrupt recordings and credentials of senior local military officials.

Including some local oppression and evidence, and then transferring the data to a USB stick, why not use the network to transmit it?

That's what I'm here for, the network is not absolutely secure, especially for cross-border transmission, once there is a slight mistake, it will be disastrous for the informant.

Of course, the main purpose of this trip is not to get the data, and I have a very dangerous task to do.

The cuckoo walked to the door and looked around vigilantly, then closed the door and went upstairs with a bag and handed it to me.

I opened, it was a silenced pistol and four magazines, and our communication was minimal, very brief and clear.

We both tried not to know more about each other, and I pinned my arms to him goodbye when I got the weapon.

And my real purpose this time was a military camp on the outskirts of the city, and their number was the same unit that attacked me and Wang Li two months ago.

I'm going to sneak in and get information and evidence of their actions at the border two months ago, which is very dangerous, but very important, and it will be an important bargaining chip for us at the international negotiating table.

Although the captain kept emphasizing safety first, he was also worried that I would carry out the task with personal emotions, so he specially said a lot to me before leaving.

I know in my heart that this task is very dangerous, and any problem in any link will be an irreparable loss.

And this task is also unavoidable.

This is the fate of special forces, sometimes I myself often ridicule ourselves, all-round talents, obscene lives, horizontal criticism: elite cannon fodder.

At that time, Wang Li kept smashing his mouth: "In the end, he is a damn cultured person, and Zhangkou will come."

I just laughed, very bitter laughter, special forces, not as majestic and domineering as in the movie, nor is it an invincible god of war who is a hundred, but a head that will fall off at any time, elite cannon fodder, that's all.

It wasn't until later that I watched a TV series about special forces on TV, and I couldn't stand the formations and tactics of those energetic and energetic actors in battle.

Just take it as a pleasure, after all, it is also for film and television effects, and it is not without reason that these directors have no lower limit for consumer special forces.

It is nothing more than the so-called "special" word, and the kind of curiosity and mystery that the public is looking after, can make people guess infinitely.

I stayed until about one o'clock in the morning in a small guesthouse not far from the barracks.

During this period, I have been observing the patrol and deployment of the barracks through the gaps in the curtains, and the handover time of each guard post is on the patrol route, plus some blind spots, which I have recorded in my mind little by little.

Just as I was thinking about how to sneak in, there was a knock on the door.

I quickly pulled out my pistol and slowly approached the door: "Who?"

"Typhoon meets Yellow River"

It's a female voice, speaking the code word of my operation, who is she? How does she know? I looked at my phone and there was no notification.

I returned: "The Yellow River defeated the typhoon."

"Open the door, something's wrong."

I put the pistol in the pocket of my jacket, held it with my right hand and pointed it at the door, then reached out with my left hand to open the door.

Standing at the door was a woman of a similar age, who looked warily in the direction from which she came, and when she saw me open the door, she flashed in.

The pistol in my right hand in my pocket was pointed at her, and she was dressed in a very ordinary way, with neat hair and a fair appearance, and I just glanced at it and immediately asked:

"Who are you?"

"Give me the USB flash drive, and I'll do the rest." The woman is serious and seems to have a clear purpose.

"Whose order?" I asked.

"Order One"

"I'm sorry, I have to check first." I took out my phone with my left hand and sent a secret order to the captain.

During this period, the focus of this unknown woman did not seem to be on me, and she kept looking out the window nervously, or sticking to the door from time to time to listen to the movement.

And the pistol in my pocket followed her movements.

After a while, the captain replied: No personnel took over.

After reading it, I quickly took out my gun and just wanted to ask this woman, but her face changed, she turned around and opened the window, and jumped down the steps, although this is the second floor, this action really scared me.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, and then the door was slammed hard, and someone was kicking the door!

This woman must have attracted it, who is she?

I had no choice, so I grabbed my backpack and jumped down the window.

By this time, the woman was gone.

In a foreign country, suddenly encountering this kind of thing made my next action not so smooth.

I don't know where that woman came from, I don't know who kicked the door, I just know that I must not reveal any traces.

I jumped out of the window and had to follow the wall into a small alley.

At the same time, the phone vibrates, and it is the captain's message: exposed, quick back.

My heart was shaking, how could this be?

No one knows better than me what these words mean in a foreign land. My whereabouts were exposed, which meant that I had no backup, and if I was caught, I would be imprisoned for espionage, which was not what I wanted to see. It's not what the captain wants to see.

No, I have to go back, I'm going to find the cuckoo, because he can help me change my identity and passport, and I trotted down the alley while the roar of cars and the shouting of the crowd came from the street behind me.

I didn't dare to stop under my feet.

Because I knew that it was very likely that the local military had been notified, I cautiously touched back to the cuckoo's restaurant, I opened the door and entered, and then carefully turned around and closed the door in the dark, and then reached out to turn on the light.

The light came out with a light bulb at the top, and I was stunned by the sight before me.

The cuckoo died, the middle-aged man who looked very ordinary, he was lying on the ground, the two bullet holes on his chest were particularly eye-catching, and the blood on the ground had dried up and turned dark black.

A Chinese restaurant located in an ordinary town hundreds of kilometers within the border of our country. The facilities were no longer as orderly as they had been, and they searched the cuckoo frantically before shooting him.

This will be characterized by the local police as burglary and murder, and the suspect may not show up in his life, or in other words, the police dare not touch this suspect at all.

At that moment, I had a very bad premonition, and there was a possibility.

The shutter door was suddenly opened, and I turned around, a dozen guns pointed at me, and now behind the crowd was a slightly familiar face - the tricycle driver who called me Bruce Lee.

I know I'm planted, I know I'm done, there's no way I'm going to pull out a pistol and finish them in a second, that's, so I say watch less movies.

I'm pretty sure that before I could raise the muzzle of my gun, I was already in a state of tears.

I raised my hands, and immediately someone came and pushed me to the ground.

A man who resembled their commander approached, I couldn't see his rank, he looked condescendingly at me on the ground, like he was looking at a dead dog.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know who sent you for what purpose, but, you have been approved for arrest on charges of espionage, and I believe you will soon tell everything you know."

Then, they started searching my phone, my backpack, and the pistol, and they were placed in front of me, and they didn't find the USB stick, because I was already hiding in a place where no one could find me.

A man with a video camera took a few pictures of me.

Immediately after that, I was hooded and pressed into a car, and from beginning to end, my mind only fluctuated at first, and then quickly returned to calm.

Afraid? I'm afraid, I'm a human, not a machine, of course I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid that it's not worth dying, if I die for the country, I have no words. But I know I'm not going to die, they're not going to let me die.

Without any interrogation, when my hood was taken off, I was pushed hard in the back, I stumbled, and then the iron door behind me was closed.

That's when I looked around, a small, empty room with a blanket on the floor, a urinal next to it, and a hidden faucet.

The cement on the surrounding walls was badly peeling, and there was a strange smell mixed in the air.

I know very well in my heart that I am being captured in disguise, where is this? A place for prisoners?

No, I have to find a way to get out, I have to find a way to get out, I have to find a way to get out, I have to go back to China, I have to go back to China.

I don't know what this place is, but I walked up to the iron gate and looked out, only to see a few guards walking back and forth.