"Edict, don't mess around, do you know that if you are going, the chance of survival is less than fifty percent!"

"Less than fifty percent? It's already very high......" Mo Ziqi silently clenched his fists, this is a change of other people's calculation methods, to change to himself, and the hammer is enough to push the success rate of the plan to seventy!

Nian Qiu wanted to refute, but was stopped by No. 1, "Since the Military Commission has determined the feasibility of this plan, then we must obey the order!" It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders, this is his mission! Even if you fall to death in Kyushu, you should have no regrets, and the action code name is called scraping bones to cure poison. Imperial decree, you must memorize all the details of the plan, try not to contact the headquarters during the implementation of the plan, even if there is an emergency, you must also ensure your own safety as the premise, your life and death relationship The success or failure of this plan, understand? ”

"Understood!"

"Go get ready!"

"Report!"

"Blue Flame, what else do you have to say?"

"I want to join!"

Number One carefully examined Nian Qiu's face and exhaled a deep breath, "Yes, but you can't act with the edict." ”

Back to the Air Force Support Group, Mo Ziqi and Xu Ruo greeted each other and quietly prepared to leave, but they were stopped by Xu Ruo before they took three steps.

"Going out again?"

"Hmm!"

"Is it dangerous?"

"It's okay!"

Xu Ruo smiled slightly, and slowly took out a necklace from his neck, "Our pilot's line of work is very dangerous, and an accident is the end of the plane crash and death." So every pilot will find a spiritual sustenance for himself. I've been carrying this amulet since I first got on the plane, and I'm giving it to you now! ”

"Thank you!" Mo Ziqi didn't refuse to take it happily, he and Xu Ruo were classmates, although the two of them didn't say much. I don't know why.,There's always an indescribable sense of tacit understanding between two people.,Maybe there's such a thing as a confidant at first sight.。

Mo Ziqi changed into Lin Gang's outfit again, and also dressed himself up as Lin Gang again. I'm afraid that except for those close to him, no one will associate this middle-aged uncle who looks like he is in his thirties with Mo Ziqi.

The location of this mission was the Philippines, and Mo Ziqi, who had never been abroad, couldn't help but be a little excited. Of course, the means of transportation he used to go abroad this time could not be an airplane, nor could it be a passenger ferry. A dilapidated fishing boat, with nearly twenty people crammed into the fishy cabin.

Smuggling will happen in any era, maybe it is because it can't get along at home, maybe it is because it has committed a crime and run away, or maybe it is because it thinks that there are more opportunities and opportunities abroad. The cabin was crowded with all kinds of people, all of whom had different identities, but they had only one purpose.

Smuggled to the Philippines, they don't even know what to do next. The fishing boat is small and old. Because of this, the ship has been safe and sound, and it has been safe and sound.

The issue of sovereignty in the South China Sea has been fermenting, and neither China nor the Philippines has budged an inch. Such violent collisions have always been unfortunate for Chinese fishing boats, and there are often news that fishing boats have been seized, attacked, or damaged. Of course, these news have little to do with this small and broken fishing boat, even if the Philippines wants to retaliate against China, it will not look at such a broken boat.

The sound of the mechanical motor was like a firecracker exploding in the ears of the people in the cabin, and they had to hide in this small space, unable to breathe the fresh air outside, nor to see the sunlight shining from the sky at dawn. It's almost sealed, there's no room to move, and everyone is almost curled up for days.

The dim light in the cabin brought light to the cabin, which was the only thing that was a little better than the small black room. With the help of the light, Mo Ziqi casually swept over the passengers on the same boat, let's call them passengers.

The expression on each face is so distinct, or confused, or vicious, or with his head down, he doesn't know what he is thinking, or ...... Calmly closed his eyes and meditated, looking like a master outside the world.

"It's a monk!" After Mo Ziqi came to this time and space, even if he hadn't seen a monk, he still recognized the identity of the person in front of him, what else could such an incompatible outfit be besides a monk?

They had been in this crowded place for a day and a night, and Mo Ziqi dared to guarantee that this monk had maintained this posture for a day and a night. If it weren't for the monk opening his eyes from time to time, Mo Ziqi would almost have thought that this monk was dead.

There was another commotion outside the cabin, followed by a fishy smell. A few of them couldn't stand the smell and retched a few times.

Although the money for smuggling is several times that of fishing, they also have to tell everyone who makes a living in the South China Sea that they are honest fishermen.

A burly man who looked like an obvious boss suddenly shouted, "******, Lao Tzu can't stand it, is this a special place for people to stay?" Even the pigsty is much cleaner than that. Grandma's, my crow is also a well-known figure on the road, didn't he just hack a few people to death? Running away and running so aggrieved? ”

"Big brother, big brother, dissipate your anger, dissipate your anger, run away like this, endure it, endure it!" The two younger brothers hurriedly calmed the crow's anger.

"Bear with me! Lao Tzu just can't bear to cut people, I dare to cut people, and I can endure a bird's anger? The crow became angrier and angrier, and with a whoosh stood up, climbed up the ladder and struck violently on the deck.

"Open the door, open the door, Lao Tzu wants to go out, Lao Tzu is fed up!"

"Bear with me! Three days to go! There was a lazy sound from the cabin.

"Three days? Then endure a fart? Open the door, Lao Tzu wants to go up ......"

The hatch opened, and the crow slipped out of the cabin. Seeing this, the two younger brothers excitedly followed suit.

"Is anyone else coming out?" A voice asked.

There was a dead silence in the cabin, and everyone looked away as if they hadn't heard.

"If you don't......"

"Wait!" A middle-aged farmer said loudly, quickly stood up and wanted to go out, but when he stepped over the monk, he couldn't move.

"Monk, what are you doing?"

"The donor should stay here, you won't be able to come back if you go out."

"Who wants to come back to this hellish place? Lao Tzu is here to get rich, not to suffer! The middle-aged man broke free of the monk's hand, smiled and hurriedly greeted: "Come on, come on, slow down, slow down......"

The dark board overhead was closed again, and the cabin fell silent once more. The fishy smell spread and smoked so much that everyone almost wanted to vomit again. Just as the people who stayed behind regretted why they didn't go out just now, a cry was clearly heard from above the cabin. Immediately afterward, four gunshots rang out like sharp arrows through their hearts. Everyone shuddered unconsciously.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The monk recites sutras with his eyes closed, as if he is overdoing it for the dead. Mo Ziqi's face suddenly darkened. The stowaways had abandoned their rights and status as Chinese citizens, and by the time they stepped on the smuggling boat, they were no longer qualified to be called citizens of China.

But they can fend for themselves, they can die in accidents, sickness, hunger, or misery, but not at the hands of men, especially the sinful smugglers who help them to smuggle in.

"It's time to eat......" The flap was lifted again, and some haphazardly boiled fish and rancid rice fell from it. The fish is like this, and the scales are boiled, and the internal organs are not even scooped. If it weren't for the fact that there weren't many scales in the sea, I really doubt that this thing could be eaten?

The passengers, who had not eaten for a day and a night, frantically grabbed the food on the ground, but only two people did not move. One is a monk who meditates cross-legged and recites scriptures, and the other is, of course, Mo Ziqi.

Mo Ziqi can eat other people's food for three days at a meal, or he can not eat anything for three days. The infinite energy in his body has increased a lot in these days, and this energy is enough for him to maintain his life for half a month.

From the South China Sea to the Philippines, it only takes three days to reach the speed of a small fishing boat. However, they are not special to send people, they need to fish like normal fishing boats while approaching the Philippine coast.

Another three days passed, and the people in the cabin were so weak that they could barely open their eyes. At this moment, Mo Ziqi looked at the monk in front of him with great curiosity. Mo Ziqi clearly remembered that the monk hadn't eaten for four days. From the first time, the food that was taken down every day by the monk did not move.

Mo Ziqi didn't think that this monk was just as open as himself. If a normal person doesn't eat for three days, his body will not be able to stand it, and if he doesn't eat for five days, it's almost the same as dying. Seven days is almost certain death, but this monk seems to be far from being able to do it.

It's the dead of night, but there's absolutely no quiet in the cabin. The roar of the motor irritates Mo Ziqi's eardrums all the time. He moved slowly, picking up grain after grain of rice in the corner of the cabin.

The monk opened his eyes slightly, and smiled faintly at Mo Ziqi, who silently picked up the rice grains. After that, he closed his eyes and recited the scriptures silently, and was suddenly awakened by a burst of rancid rice fragrance, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Mo Ziqi holding a small half bowl of rice grains in front of him.

"You haven't eaten for four days, and if you don't eat, you'll die."

Mo Ziqi didn't have any pity, and none of the people who appeared in this smuggling boat were worthy of pity. Smuggling out of the country is, in a sense, treason. But this monk is different, giving people a feeling of seeing through the red dust. Perhaps in the world of monks, there is no concept of a state for a long time, so he can regard this trip as a practice, and he can still chant sutras without changing his face after four days of hunger.

"Thank you, donor!" The monk was not polite, and he didn't seem to know what politeness was. took the bowl and devoured it, and the small half bowl of rice was only three to four bites.

Before I knew it, another day passed, and there was a sudden commotion in the cabin. The flap was opened, and the eager voice of the crew shouted, "Hurry, hurry, get out......

Although they didn't know what was happening, the people in the cabin continued to get out of the flap and come to the plank. The sky was pitch black, but a little white light in the eastern sky told Mo Ziqi that it should be dawn.

"Someone checked, you guys quickly got out of the boat and hid in the water......"

"What?" More than a dozen smugglers exclaimed one after another, although the climate of the South China Sea is like spring all year round, the water temperature is still not something that ordinary people can bear.

"What else to say? Get in the water and we'll give you a rope to grab. If they find out about you, let alone get to the Philippines safely, you are lucky to be forcibly repatriated! Hurry up ......"