"Brother Chu?"

Xie Chuyue was slightly stunned, no one had called him that for five years, not to mention that he didn't know this man, nor did he know the woman who held a pistol to his head. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"My own people."

Obviously, it was Wang Dong who was held to the neck with a dagger, and it was Luo Qing who was holding a gun at Xie Chuyue.

Fortunately, Zhang Zilan and Lei Dong arrived in time.

Seeing the two of them, Xie Chuyue took the dagger away a little.

Wang Dong pressed his hand and asked Luo Qing to put away the pistol.

The two didn't come empty-handed, and Redon confronted a fainting guard.

"Brother Chu!"

Xie Chuyue just nodded, turned sideways, and let them into the house.

After observing again and confirming that there was no one else outside, Xie Chuyue closed the door.

"This is not the place for you to be." Xie Chuyue's tone was very cold, as if Zhang Zilan and Lei Dong were just strangers passing by.

"Brother Chu, they are Wang Dong and Luo Qing, and their code names in the Military Intelligence Bureau are 'Long Jiu' and 'Feng Jiu'."

As soon as Zhang Zilan said this, Xie Chuyue carefully looked at Wang Dong and Luo Qing.

Although he didn't know them, Xie Chuyue knew the meaning of these two code names.

"Of course, they're the same as me and the madmen, they've left the MIA."

Xie Chuyue's brows jumped a few times and looked at Zhang Zilan.

"We're making a big deal......

"Not interested."

Zhang Zilan smiled bitterly, but she was not surprised, because this was Xie Chuyue, a donkey who would never look back if he saw it.

Actually, what about Zhang Zilan and Lei Dong?

Anyway, in the Military Intelligence Bureau, especially in the special forces directly under the Military Intelligence Bureau, there are not a few wonders.

"Bonkara."

After Wang Dong said these three words, Xie Chuyue's gaze immediately fell on him.

It's a name.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're here to deal with Big Bangkara. Five years ago, your squad was ordered to carry out a secret mission in northern Myanmar, and at the same time, the Public Crime Department organized an overseas arrest operation, coordinated by Interpol. Shortly thereafter, you left the special forces directly under the Military Intelligence Agency. At the time, you were ambushed by a group of mercenaries hired by Bonkara. ”

Xie Chuyue didn't say anything more and walked towards the door.

Before he could open the door, Wang Dong chased after him and reached out to press the door.

"Don't you think it's strange that Bonkara is still at large after five years?"

"I don't like guessing puzzles."

"Dicgan hired you as a bodyguard, in fact, he was using you. Because of you, for the past few years, Bangkara has given Digan a conservation fee every year. ”

Xie Chuyue suddenly frowned, and his expression became gloomy.

Wang Dong didn't explain much, nodded at Lei Dong, and asked him to wake up the guard.

At this time, Xie Chuyue walked over to the guards, because he had already recognized that the guy was a close confidant of the warlord Di Gan.

After waking up the guards, Redon stepped aside.

Xie Chuyue began to ask the guards, who spoke a dialect in northern Burma, which had some relationship with Chinese, and Wang Dong and they could understand some of it.

Roughly speaking, the guards were acting on orders, and it was Di Gan who ordered Xie Chuyue to be monitored.

"When we came, this guy was hiding in the barracks across the street." Zhang Zilan walked over and handed a portable walkie-talkie to Xie Chuyue.

Needless to say, only Digan's most trusted subordinates had this kind of portable walkie-talkie.

The situation is already clear at a glance, Xie Chuyue's every move is under the surveillance of Di Gan, and Di Gan will tell Bang Kara of his whereabouts in time.

This also explains why Xie Chuyue has never been given the opportunity to shoot Bonkara in the past few years.

Anger, remorse, self-blame.

When Xie Chuyue slashed the guard's neck with a dagger, Wang Dong was not surprised.

"Let's go."

"First Brother ......"

"This matter has nothing to do with you, and I don't want to bother you." Xie Chuyue let out a long breath, picked up the sniper rifle placed on the side of the bed, and then said to Zhang Zilan, "If you have the opportunity to go back, go to my parents' grave to have a look, put a few sticks of incense on me, and burn more paper money for them." ”

"We'll help you kill Bonkara, and you can go back to your parents' graves yourself."

"Just a few of you?"

"Yes, just a few of us." Wang Dong stepped forward and said, "Of course, I have one condition. Cheer up and stop blaming yourself. ”

"Brother Chu!" Zhang Zilan nodded at Xie Chuyue.

Among several people, Zhang Zilan and Xie Chuyue have the best relationship and are the most familiar, because the two are in the same squadron and were once in a small team.

"There is a Type 59 tank in the camp, how is it doing?" Luo Qing walked over and asked.

Xie Chuyue was slightly stunned, then nodded and said, "That's Di Gan's housekeeping treasure, it is well maintained, not only can it be started, but there are also dozens of shells." ”

"Then let's do it." Lei Dong clenched his fists, looking eager to try.

"We have to get rid of Di Gan first and make the battle bigger. Madman, you go out and prepare first. ”

"Okay, wait and see me set off the fireworks."

When Lei Dong went out, Wang Dong picked up the walkie-talkie that Xie Chuyue threw on the bed, walked over to him and said, "After leaving this ghost place, let's talk about other things." ”

Catching the walkie-talkie, Xie Chuyue nodded and agreed.

In fact, he knows very well that after doing this vote, I am afraid that the favors owed by him will not be repaid in this life.

At this time, in the building in the center of the camp.

On the spacious mahogany bed, there was only one person lying down, and it was none other than the warlord Digan.

Because the rainy season is approaching and it will soon be transferred, a few days ago, Digan sent his cronies to send his wife and children away.

Although the warlord is the emperor of the soil here, being an emperor is definitely a chore.

As a warlord in the new era, Di Gan has always regarded the management of his sphere of influence as a business, which is completely different from his ancestors who started their lives by hard work in the sea of blood.

It's not that who's good and who's bad, it's just that times are different.

The walkie-talkie on the head of the bed rang for a while, and Digan groped his way up.

"Bataan, do you know what time it is? Don't tell me, that guy slipped out again! ”

"Digan, are you talking about me?"

Hearing this, Di Gan came to his senses and rolled out of bed.

"Thanks, what's the matter...... Misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding. Bataan is a bastard who eats inside and out, and whatever he tells you, don't believe it, he ......"

As he spoke, Digan pulled out his pistol in a drawer on his bedside table and walked out to the terrace.

The guards are all downstairs, and it must be too late to go down.

The best thing to do is to fire a few shots on the terrace to wake up all the officers and soldiers in the barracks.

The working distance of the walkie-talkie is at most a thousand meters, usually only a few hundred meters, and Xie Chuyue's words are very clear, he must still be in the camp.

“…… You have to believe me, I've been ...... for a long time."

Walking up to the terrace, Di Gan saw Xie Chuyue standing under the street lamp, carrying a human head.

This was also the last scene that Digan saw.