"Hands" With the roar of the nighthawk, as if it was a miracle, God could not tolerate the evil people after all, and a few people suddenly fell around Haraki, and strings of blood flowers rose in this dark and cruel night.

Shocked, Haraki fell into a brief shock.

Nighthawk and his team rolled over in unison, picked up their weapons on the ground, raised their guns, and engaged Haraki's side at close range under the cover of the monkeys in the heights.

The clatter of gunfire continued for a smoke, and the people on Haraqi's side had fallen to the ground. The corpses formed a strange circle around the stunned Haraki.

If we all had guns, it would have been a battle of disparity in power, at best, a bunch of civilian terrorists with guns against a group of well-trained professional soldiers, and the results could be imagined.

Nighthawk knocked down the last fleeing foe with a single shot, raised a kick and kicked Haraki, who had fallen to the ground, stepped on his chest and said, "I told you that there would be no place for you to die." ”

Haraki looked at Nighthawk in horror, he had been smug a moment before, but now he was a lamb to the slaughter, he stretched out his hand to beg Nighthawk for mercy, the corners of his mouth trembled, and his speech had become very unpleasant.

But all that awaited him was a bullet with a lot of rage. The soft hand slowly hung down to the ground, ending his life of betrayal and shame.

The military thorn on the side was still angry, and walked up to Haraqi's corpse is a shuttle of bullets, until the magazine was emptied, and the people next to him could still hear the incessant sound of the pin, which showed how much the military thorn hated this scumbag. The thorn lifted his empty gun and slammed it into Haraki's corpse. The fire in his eyes did not become smaller, but increased a lot.

"Captain, come here." The sound of a mine sounded ahead, and Nighthawk followed the sound and found that the mine was half-crouching on the ground, with a man lying in his arms.

Nighthawk's heart instantly seemed to fall to the bottom, and he repeatedly told himself that the person was not Doro, and that person was not Doro, and convinced himself over and over again that he believed in such a fact.

Maybe it's just to give his conscience a little comfort, but the truth always comes so fast, so cruel, and hope has always passed by him.

When he ran to the mine, he looked at the man in the mine's arms. It was as if I had been drenched from head to toe with cold water, with a biting cold in a desperate compromise. He crouched down quietly and picked up Doro in the mine's arms.

Doro was shot in the chest, just in the confusion. A bullet pierced Doro's chest, who was standing still. Knocked down the man who was already dead, shattering his heart, which was still dripping blood.

Watching the blood donations gushing out of his chest, the corners of his mouth were constantly oozing blood, and finally converging into blood bubbles. Nighthawk sadly took his hand and strained it. I want to vent all my self-blame. I also want to be able to transfer my energy to him, and even hope that he can be resurrected.

Doro looked at the Nighthawk who was holding his hand, recovering from his stupor. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "I didn't expect to meet again so soon, I thought I would never see each other again in my life." ”

His lungs seemed to have been pierced, and his breathing was like a broken fan when he spoke.

Nighthawk looked at Doro's bleeding eyes, barely squeezed out a smile and that words, and couldn't hold back the tears anymore, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you properly." Looking at the hero's weeping Nighthawk, he wanted to reach out and wipe away his tears, but his hand was like being filled with lead water, and he couldn't lift it.

Doro smiled hard and said, "What does this have to do with you, just like that bastard said, I chose this path, I knew that there would be such an ending, but I ended up hurting her, harming my most beloved woman, I didn't deserve her love, but at the last moment, I knew that I was the most beloved person in her world, and I was satisfied." Hehe, enough in this life, worth it! Blood slowly trickled down the corners of his mouth. With every word spoken, more blood gushed out.

Nighthawk turned to Lao Liu's remaining subordinates and shouted, "Contact us, there is an agent injured here, send a doctor and ambulance personnel quickly."

Lao Liu's subordinates hurriedly ran to the side of the off-road vehicle, took out their mobile phones, and shouted inside.

Nighthawk turned his head and said to Doro, "You don't say a few words, the ambulance will be here soon, you save some effort and live well." His voice choked, and tears flowed uncontrollably, in fact, he knew that Doro would not survive, this was just another lie to himself.

Doro coughed twice, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's useless, I know, the lobes of my lungs are broken, and I will die when they come, but I can make you strong at the end of my life and make you good friends, and I will die without regrets." He turned his head with difficulty, looked at the corpse of his woman in the distance, and suddenly, his spirit was much better, and he smiled brightly at Nighthawk, "Take me and her home, take me back to country Z with my father, I miss home, live well, I will watch you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, with this bright smile, Doro's head hung heavily down.

Looking at Doro, who was no longer breathing in his hands, Nighthawk was silent, the mines were silent, the spurs and the monkey who had just returned were squatting beside them silently weeping, and Yaksha stood alone on the side, looking at the moon in the sky.

There was a bleakness all around, leaving only sadness, crying and nostalgia.

Nighthawk held Doro tightly in his arms, and began to weep bitterly, with no one to comfort him, let alone laugh at him.

He lost this good friend, they lost this good comrade-in-arms. Crying is the last thing he can do to Doro, can he still know?

The night, silently permeated them, taking away Dora's soul and their last glimmer of hope.

The military thorn suddenly grabbed the monkey, opened the bow left and right, hit him in both mouths, and shouted loudly, "You shit, aren't you a monkey, isn't it very good to climb high and low, you will drop the chain at a fucking critical moment, will he die if you shoot early." ”

A straight punch hit the monkey in the face, directly knocking him out, the military thorn wanted to step forward again, but was tightly clamped by a pair of hands, and a faint sad voice sounded behind the nighthawk "Enough, everyone who should go is gone, many people have died today, don't be embarrassed for your brother." ”

The thorn stopped struggling, looked at the monkey who was lying on his back and panting, he also knew that the monkey was blaming himself, stomped his foot hard, and stood aside with his head in his hands.

Soon, rescuers arrived. Several men in white coats, carrying stretchers, under the instructions of Nighthawk, lifted the bodies of Doro and the woman, and walked into the rescue car, Nighthawk looked back at the scene full of chaos, and suddenly felt tired.

What is this qiē for, will Doro be my end, and what will my path be if I choose this path?

With endless emotion, several people got into the car in despair, although their mission was successfully completed and the nuclear bomb was saved. But they themselves know that in fact, they have lost in a mess, and there is no way back from defeat.

If you can't even keep your friends, what kind of victory is it?

Blowing the night breeze blowing outside the window, Nighthawk feeling, and the breeze that relieved the heat when he first came, are simply two worlds, this is more like the spirit wind blowing from hell, recruiting Doro and his woman, but also recruiting his own kindness and innocence.

Back at the embassy, the hunter was already waiting at the back door, followed by the ambassador's assistant. Seeing them coming, the assistant stepped forward and shook hands with everyone tightly, congratulating them on completing their tasks and making great contributions to the country.

But he found that everyone was lifeless, and they also ignored him, and under the whispers of the hunters around him, he also lowered his head silently, nodded to the hunters, and turned around and left with a stern expression.

The hunter didn't say anything to the Nighthawk, and walked directly to the car carrying Doro's corpse, and when he saw Doro walking there peacefully, he solemnly and wordlessly gave a standard military salute.

A week later, under the escort of military aircraft, Nighthawk and his party were sent back to country Z, stepping on the land of the motherland under their feet, and Nighthawk was full of emotion.

He knew that Doro's body had been sent back a day ago, and today was the day he was buried, and he couldn't take a break. Sitting in the car, a few people dragged their full equipment and drove directly to the martyrs' cemetery.

There were soldiers guarding the entrance of the martyrs' cemetery, and when they saw the military vehicles coming, they did not stop them and let them go directly. After turning a few corners, the car came to a steady stop in front of the procession that was holding the funeral for Doro, and they jumped out of the car, looked at the people standing silently in front of the procession, and bowed their heads and walked to the grave.

"You come to pull" It was Lao Zhou who spoke, wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie, and wearing the black sunglasses he always wore to greet them.

Nighthawk nodded to him and stood beside him. In front of the tombstone, a white-haired major general is reading a eulogy. It tells the story of Doro's lifelong exploits to the party and the country.

There are only a few people around the tomb, which shows the particularity of Doro's identity, and those who know that he has zài in this world are probably all here.

"He's Doro's teacher," Old Zhou said to Nighthawk beside him.

Nighthawk had to raise his eyes and look at the old man, whose back was slightly vicissitudes.

Is this the man who raised Tara ? The old general was reading the eulogy with a choked voice, and he didn't pay any attention to the one beside him.

The funeral was so simple that everyone only bowed to Dora's grave and offered a bouquet of flowers. Nighthawk left this sad place with Old Zhou, got into the car, and took one last look at Doro's grave from a distance.

It was only then that he knew that Doro's real name was Liu Dingfa, and although the name was very earthy, he would be engraved in his heart for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, he found that the old general was still standing alone in front of Doro's grave, caressing Doro's tombstone, and letting the wind blow his white hair, and he only stood still.