"Your sister!" the squad leader reversed his spear and slammed it straight at the man's head.

Ling Xi sighed and let the gun knock on the door of his head, "Bang!" Even if the third-level martial artist cooperates with the army's standard spear that can increase the strength of his true qi, he will not be able to break through his protective true qi.

On the contrary, the team leader was shocked by the gentle anger of the real qi, and he took several steps back, and his chest was stuffy for a while.

"Stick your hands, get on!" The squad leader's face changed, and he beckoned the soldiers on the side to form a siege on Ling Xi.

Even if they were only the garrison troops with the worst combat effectiveness, they still had the backbone of the soldiers of the Yanxia Kingdom, even if they saw the silver true qi that appeared on Ling Xi's body, they still surrounded them.

Ling Xi rubbed the center of his forehead and said, "Headache...... He dug around his body for a while, rummaging through his pockets before finding the document in the most hidden place.

Zeng Xiaoxian is really ......

He embarrassedly took out his ID card from the hidden pocket sewn directly in front of his trousers, and a standard officer ID card issued by the military department appeared in front of the soldier who was about to start.

The squad leader stopped everyone and pulled the military ID card from Ling Xi's hand, which still smelled of peculiar smell.

He covered his nose and took a closer look.

Texture, no problem.

Anti-counterfeiting dark lines, no problem.

Stamped by the military department, no problem.

Flip to the front, and it reads:

Name: Zeng Xiaoxian, military rank: major.

Service Department: Goshawk Commando Special Intelligence Group.

On the side is a two-inch photo of Zeng Xiaoxian.

The team leader carefully compared the photos, immediately stood upright, saluted, and said in a loud voice: "Hello chief!"

The other soldiers followed suit, quickly put down their weapons, saluted Ling Xi solemnly, and roared deafeningly: "Good chief!"

Ling Xi crawled out of the hole in the ground, patted the dust off his body, and returned a military salute to them.

"Lieutenant, I have an emergency military situation, borrow your communicator and use it. Ling Xi put down his hand and said directly to the team leader.

The squad leader returned his military ID card and said with a smile: "Chief, I should have met your request unconditionally, but ...... There is an order from Shangfeng that if you find a commander with special information, please go to the lounge first and wait for Shangfeng to come and deal with it. ”

He said apologetically, "So, chief, I'm sorry. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand, and everyone gathered behind Ling Xi and made a gesture of please.

He glanced at one of the soldiers, who ran away first.

It seems that he wants to enjoy the treatment of the military "escort". Ling Xi sighed secretly in his heart and walked towards the lounge under the guidance of the team leader.

On the way, Ling Xi tried to ask the military department about the handling of the special intelligence group, and the team leader answered all questions, but the military rank was too low, and the information he could provide was very limited.

In the end, he only knew that the military department was currently in a state of blockade for emergencies at the temporary base, and there was no internal announcement to inform the results of the handling.

Out of the temporary base, Ling Xi followed them to the so-called lounge. His brow furrowed as soon as he saw the so-called lounge.

Is this a rest room or a prison cell? Or rather, a prison car?

A military van truck, the compartment has been converted into a room, but the outside of the room has been reinforced with several layers of fine iron, and a small window of more than 50 centimeters has been opened on the outer wall of the compartment, and on the window, iron bars are clearly visible.

At the end of the carriage, there is a small door that can only be entered by a cat's waist, and a nameplate is hung on the door, with three words written on it: "lounge".

These three words are not engraved directly on the nameplate, but on a piece of paper pasted on the nameplate and written crookedly with a pen.

Even the handwriting doesn't seem to be dry......

The team leader opened the "gate" of the carriage and made a gesture of invitation to Ling Xi again.

Ling Xi's cheeks twitched twice, and he had to bend down and burrow into the door.

Before sticking to the door, he released his true qi slightly, shook off the paper attached to the nameplate, and the inscription on the nameplate was revealed.

As expected, it is also three words: "prisoner transport truck".

Seeing the stickers falling down, the expression on the team leader's face was even more embarrassed. Ling Xi just glanced over his head and showed a meaningful smile.

"Click"

The door slammed shut, and then there was the sound of it locking.

"Is the military department treating me as a prisoner?" Ling Xi couldn't laugh or cry, and looked around the inside of the "prisoner transport cart", which was arranged a bit like a lounge, with sofas, TVs, water bars, and so on.

Strange, could it be that the military department had already expected that there were still people from the special intelligence group in the base?

He poured some drinks from the water bar, sat down on the couch and crossed his legs, and turned on the TV.

There is only one channel on TV, the news channel of Yongjiang City TV Station.

Of course, the programs broadcast by the local news channel are all short and boring news from parents.

Neighbors quarreled, petty theft, pet dogs didn't have a leash to bite people, all sorts.

"Recently, there have been many incidents of pets hurting people, especially to remind citizens and friends, when taking pets out, be sure to wear a leash, if it is a large pet, do not bring it to a crowded area. ”

The newscaster's soft voice made Ling Xi a little drowsy.

In a daze, the sudden vibration of the vehicle woke Ling Xi up.

With the roar of the engine, the vehicle slowly drove out.

Ling Xi quickly stood up, and saw in the small window of the carriage that the vehicle had left the range of the temporary base and was speeding towards Yongjiang City.

Frowning slightly, Ling Xi's body had already asked Long Xuan about the location of the Yongjiang City garrison.

The Yongjiang City Garrison is in the northern part of Yongjiang City, and the temporary base is in the western part of Yongjiang City.

Didn't you say that the leaders of the garrison troops would come and talk to you? Why didn't you wait for someone to come, but instead transported yourself out?

Ling Xi was puzzled, so he looked towards the cab.

It didn't matter if he saw an acquaintance in the cab.

Isn't it Kong Xiaoyun's eldest apprentice, Meng Lang, sitting in the co-pilot?

How did Meng Lang appear here?

The Martial Arts Association and the Military Department have always been well water and river water, and there is no intersection between them.

The only intersection is that in recent years, there have been occasional demobilized officers who have entered the martial arts association to work, but they are all ordinary people, and the number is very small, and the martial arts realm is not high.

And looking at the familiar appearance of the soldier driving the vehicle and Meng Lang, it seems that Meng Lang and the Yongjiang City garrison often come and go, otherwise even an ordinary soldier would not be so familiar with him.

"I really want to thank you this time, Camp Commander Zheng. Meng Lang said, "It's also troublesome for you to go on this trip, brother, in the future, I will definitely bring some good things to my brothers, and I will comfort my brothers." ”

"Deacon Meng is really a family talker, what is the relationship between President Wei and our battalion commander? You often go to the camp to send so many good things to the brothers, such a trivial matter, do you still want to say thank you?"

The driver replied very affectionately and decently, smiled and opened his mouth to hold the cigarette handed by Meng Lang, and then leaned in for Meng Lang to light it, and took a deep breath.

Being able to be lit by a Wu Qing himself, he felt that his face was uniquely bright, the accelerator was stepped on deeper, and the truck was two percent faster on the road.

Anyway, there is no penalty drop for speeding in military vehicles.