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This is the first time in more than ten years that Fang Munan, Zhao Tianyu, and Nighthawk master and apprentice have gathered, except for the little junior brother who is currently fighting with the blood crow in North America because of the nuclear warhead, Fang Munan's master and apprentice can also be regarded as a gathering.

After Nighthawk and Fang Munan drank three rounds of wine, and Zhao Tianyu drank two glasses of boiled water, Fang Munan, who was a little drunk, glanced at Nighthawk, picked up the crutches leaning against the table, and said, "Since you are back, I happen to have something for you." ”

After speaking, he got up and walked into the bedroom on crutches, and after a while, Fang Munan took a black plastic box and returned to the table.

Fang Mu Nan put the box made of flame retardant material in his hand on the table and opened it, the box was lined with a layer of black flame retardant foam, and on that layer of black flame retardant foam, there were three grooves, of which the first and second grooves were embedded with two bullets, and the remaining middle groove was empty.

"If there is a traitor in the special forces, pay attention to cleaning up the portal, and whoever brings out the soldiers will be responsible for cleaning up. These three bullets are what I, as a master, prepared for the three of you. ”

Fang Munan took the bullet that was in the first groove, which he had assembled by hand, out of the groove and placed it on the table. The light hits the bright bullets, refracting a dazzling sheen.

Fang Mu Nan pushed the bullet in front of Nighthawk and said, "I have accepted three apprentices, so I have prepared three bullets, as long as one of you violates his oath under the national flag, I will use the bullet in this box, which belongs to that person, to end his life." These three bullets, I call them 'rulings'! ”

"I gave him that bullet in the third year after he became a dragon thorn, because I knew that as a dragon thorn, it would be absolutely impossible for him to break his oath under the national flag. And the dragon, although he was the latest to get started, he just entered the Red Flag School, and basically followed me, and I was still very sure of him, but he was young after all, so I still have his bullet. ”

"Of the three apprentices, you're the one I'm most worried about." Fang Mu Nan glanced at Nighthawk and said, "You are the earliest among the three people, but you are also the most obsessed among the three, as long as you believe in something, you will do it without hesitation." If the thing that makes you obsessed with it is right, then it is good, otherwise, you may go all the way to the dark. Especially since you follow the Arctic wolf out of the country and live abroad as a mercenary, I fear that one day, you will lose yourself and become the next sky wolf. ”

"Fortunately, what I was worried about did not appear, and you did not disappoint my master. So I'm going to hand you this bullet that belongs to you now. ”

Nighthawk took the bullet on the table, and as he held it in his hand, Nighthawk suddenly felt that the bullet in his hand was heavy. What is important is not the quality of this bullet, but the expectations and trust that Fang Munan places on himself in this bullet.

This night, Fang Munan was drunk and drunk. In the end, it was Nighthawk and Zhao Tianyu who carried him back to the bedroom.

Nighthawk and Zhao Tianyu both knew that Fang Munan would get drunk, and that was because he wanted to get drunk, otherwise how could the Qin Demon, who could be called the legend of a sniper, get drunk easily?

After coming out of Fang Munan's room, Zhao Tianyu looked up at the night sky, and asked the nighthawk standing beside him, "Are you interested in going to the dragon's lair again?" ”

"Now that you're back, you always have to go back and take a look." Nighthawk nodded in reply.

Nighthawk took out a flask from Grand Cherokee's backpack and put it in his pocket, and then sat in the Warrior Jeep driven by Zhao Tianyu.

On the quiet and dark mountain road, the warrior jeep was like a beast running wild in the dark, galloping on the asphalt road, and Zhao Tianyu only took ten minutes to finish the journey of more than 20 kilometers.

The car drove into the dragon's lair, which was completely different from the feeling of the Red Flag School to the Nighthawk, and the feeling of the Nighthawk here was cordial, and it was a sense of intimacy like home.

Nighthawk has been away from the Longyin army for more than ten years, and in addition to those in the current instructor group, among the front-line combat units, only the tactical squadron knows Nighthawk because they have been in contact with the "Dragon's Tooth", and the rest of the people may have heard of Nighthawk's name, but they may not know him.

Therefore, when the patrol sentry saw the Nighthawk walking down from Zhao Tianyu's car, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at it a few more times, secretly guessing the identity of this man in civilian clothes with the smell of alcohol on his body.

At the foot of the back mountain, Nighthawk looked at the mountain road that was blurry in the night, and was stepped out by the members of the Longyin army with their feet, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. He seemed to see the scene of sprinting along the mountain road in front of him in camouflage uniform and carrying a heavy backpack again.

On this mountain trail, Nighthawk shed too much sweat. Sirius, Cobra, Mo Ye, Tai A ......, many familiar people, left here. Some of them, like themselves, just left the Dragon Yin Army, while others left forever.

"How? Interested in having a game? Zhao Tianyu asked Nighthawk: "Without a weight-carrying backpack, let's compete like this, do you dare?" ”

"When has my Nighthawk ever been afraid?" Nighthawk moved his body and was eager to try.

"I'm worried that you've drunk so much wine just now, and when you're halfway through your run, you suddenly fall down, and then stay here with me." Zhao Tianyu said.

"If you want to rely on me, I have to rely on the Arctic wolf, who has much better material conditions than yours. Red wine, foie gras, caviar, what do you want? I won't give up a large slice of food for a few pieces of braised pork. Nighthawk replied.

"Nighthawk, you have been corrupted by the extravagant life and sugar-coated shells of capitalism!" Zhao Tianyu said to Nighthawk.

"When faced with sugar-coated shells, my principle is to eat the sugar-coated shells and throw them back again.

As soon as Nighthawk finished speaking, he rushed out and rushed along the mountain road to the top of the mountain.

"Damn, you guy is not authentic, you dare to sneak away!"

Zhao Tianyu cursed behind his back, and chased after him.

On the top of the mountain, Nighthawk and Zhao Tianyu were holding on to the trunk of the tree, panting, and at this time, a pair of dark green eyes appeared in the surrounding woods.

Wolf!?

Nighthawk noticed the dark green eyes around him, and his heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously touched the outside of his right thigh. But this touch, Nighthawk touched the void, and he didn't carry any weapons on his body at all.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】