The arrest of Lao Zhou is a big deal, and such an important person has been in the organization for so long, and he knows a lot of secrets. So this time, the general's authorization to Nighthawk is very large, as long as it is what he wants, he can transfer it as he wants. personnel, materials, equipment, and local personnel relations. Whatever he could think of or necessary, the general let Nighthawk take care of it himself.

Nighthawk didn't want to arrest Lao Zhou alone, just the four bodyguards around Lao Zhou who didn't leave him were troublesome enough. Not to mention other unknowns that may be hidden around them. In fact, to be honest, Nighthawk is not even sure what will happen after meeting Lao Zhou. Could it be like the general said, he can't do it at all?

But the death of the black bear is just around the corner. Perhaps Fauber, or even Poppy, would have died again, and would not have touched Nighthawk's heart so much. But the black bear is different, that is the real big brother in his heart, the big brother with a higher status than Lao Zhou.

The military thorn and Monroe came back at the right time, and it was inevitable that they would be sad again when they heard the death of the black bear. The black bear has saved almost everyone's life, and everyone owes the black bear something. So much so that as soon as the military thorn heard the news, he almost fainted from crying. He was complaining that he hadn't been able to act with Nighthawk and the others, and that he hadn't been able to live and die with everyone.

No one blames him, that's fate. In the end, we can only summarize it like this. Maybe the black bear was the hand of these naughty children sent down from heaven to watch them. Now, God thinks they should grow up, so they take the black bear back. They should try to grow up on their own.

Nighthawk knew in his heart that no one would ever remind him of the danger again, and that the veteran soldier who had fought in the Vietnam War would never return to him. This also made his heart more urgent to find Lao Zhou as soon as possible, and the note that Director Niu gave him at the end made the whole thing even more complicated. He wanted to ask Lao Zhou in person what was going on.

The itinerary was set quickly. Port X is a cosmopolitan city that doesn't require so much complicated equipment. This time is equivalent to an espionage operation in the city, and there are a large number of local agents to provide support, so the equipment of Nighthawk and his party is very simple, only a bag full of clothes and two pistols.

The general was obviously uneasy about Nighthawk, although he led the team and made him a commander, with full responsibility for the capture mission. But he still forced him to stuff a few guys other than his teammates, saying that it was to enrich their strength. Nighthawk had no choice but to take it all. After all, people are the boss, and if you want to mix on other people's territory, you have to listen to other people's commands.

Although Port X has returned to China, what can be implemented is one country, two systems, and there should not be a random group of people walking around the street with guns. So before going, the general greeted the local police department and asked them to cooperate with Nighthawk's actions as much as possible.

Nighthawk took all of his veteran team members and a group of new members of the Thunder Special Operations Team to the military airfield. Carrying their indescribable thoughts, flying like Port X.

The hut was dim, and with the endless rustling of the shadows of the trees around it, it was a little scary. Matsumoto shook his head, walked into the room, and casually turned on the incandescent light in the room. Perhaps it was a long time since the room had welcomed a stranger, and like his master, it looked solemn in the light.

Matsumoto was slightly stunned! I thought that the house where a single man lived should be messy, and maybe there was no place to put his feet. But lying in the white light, it is neat. Elegant and cosy cottages, so clean that not even a speck of dust can be found in any corner of the house.

Matsumoto smiled lightly and said helplessly: "This guy! More attentive than a woman! ”

The incandescent lamp was turned off, the owner's old habits were restored, and the house returned to its original state. Matsumoto sat alone on the couch, quietly waiting for his master's return. He habitually lit a cigarette, but suddenly it occurred to him that there was a clean place under him. Matsumoto smiled embarrassedly and took out a white handkerchief that he had brought with him. Let it be a temporary ashtray, which can be regarded as a respect for the unique habits of the owner.

The night fell silent again. Echoing the rustling sound that is not made around it, it looks very weird. Only a little red glow lit up from time to time in the house, still going out and going out regularly.

I don't know how long it took, but Matsumoto sat quietly. The moment when the moon broke through the black clouds and illuminated the earth. The door creaked open, and a dark shadow appeared in front of Matsumoto like a ghost through the crack in the door.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" The ghost's dim, ghost-like voice suddenly echoed in the small hut. It's abrupt and confusing.

Matsumoto smiled: "It's not a long time, it's just a few more cigarettes." You wouldn't mind, would you? ”

"Of course! I hate people smoking in my house the most! As soon as he opened the closed window, the breeze blew on his face, and the moonlight shone on the cold face of the ghost hand, which was still quite handsome, making him look much more energetic. At least it's a lot better than his hideous father.

Matsumoto laughed, he didn't expect the ghost hand to be so straightforward, so many years of killer career really changed him a lot. It's no longer the ignorant teenager of his childhood playmate.

Matsumoto snuffed out the cigarette butt and wrapped it in a handkerchief. I wanted to throw it out of the window, but after thinking about it, I still put the handkerchief in the bag. The ghost hand in the faint light watched Matsumoto's movements, as if the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he soon disappeared.

"What's the matter with me? Who are you going to kill? The ghost hand walked to the door and turned on the light. Matsumoto found that his hands were covered in blood, and he should have just returned from killing someone.

"You took a smug job?" Matsumoto asked a little unhappily.

"So what should I do, I'm like a fool here every day? I'm a killer, and if I don't kill people, there's no point in my life. The ghost hand seemed to be very aggrieved, and Matsumoto shook his head when he listened.

"How can you have such a thought, you are a noble samurai. It's not a madman who throws two dollars on the side of the road and kills people casually, you have to figure out who you are. And we don't have to kill people to live! Matsumoto was a little excited, and he couldn't help but stand up, glaring at the ghost hands who were still washing away the blood stains on their hands.

Oni turned around and looked at Matsumoto as if he were looking at an idiot, and couldn't help but laugh. His smile made his originally grim face a lot brighter, much more handsome than before.

"The samurai you mentioned have nothing to do with me, it's just wishful thinking on the part of your Matsumoto family. Ten years ago, the moment I left the Matsumoto family, I was destined to be a lowly killer. You seem to have chosen the wrong person to talk about these noble things. ”

Matsumoto had nothing to say, and he had no words to refute what happened ten years ago. At that time, it was indeed his father and Onimaru who were too stubborn. It was only then that the ghost hand who became a killer in front of him wandered among the rivers and lakes for so many years. Looking at his face that never matches his age, with a slight vicissitudes of life, he knows that he must have experienced a lot of pain that will never be known for so many years.

"Okay, let's not talk about that. I came to you today because there was something. Matsumoto diverted the topic, he didn't want the already fragile relationship between the two to be exacerbated by these boring topics, and he still needed the help of the ghost hand.

"Kill whom?" The ghost hand is simple and clear, and he clearly knows his worth.

"Enemy, the enemy who killed my father and your father." Matsumoto said word by word, his voice frozen, his eyes fixed on the ghost hand, wanting to see what kind of expression such an answer would make him.

Sure enough, the ghost hand was slightly moved when he heard it, and his whole body moved. But then, it was hidden in his loneliness.

"Where?" His questions were always so simple, as if one more word would cost him his precious body.

Matsumoto smiled slightly, raised his legs and walked towards the door. When he came to the door, he didn't look back and said, "Port X." This time, I'll go with you. Just let those cowardly cowards tremble. Laughing, Matsumoto stepped out the door, and in the darkness outside the door, only the faint glow of the moonlight could still illuminate his vague outline.

"Port X!" Oni Hand turned around and turned off the light, and the whole room was plunged into darkness again, and it was no longer possible to make out any expression on Oni Te's face.

The plane flew from the capital to Port X, and three hours later, stopped at the military airfield of the air force unit stationed in Hong Kong. This is the place of our Celestial Empire, although there is one country, two systems, but there is no need to go through the customs so troublesome things.

The Chief of Logistics of the Hong Kong Garrison and the Deputy Commissioner of the Police Department, two senior local officials. Already accompanied by local agents, waiting early at the military airport. A day earlier, they had received a notice from the relevant high-level that they must cooperate with the comrades sent by the headquarters to carry out special tasks.

These high-ranking officials, who have been in the officialdom for a long time, have their own special set of identification abilities, and can keenly smell any political factors in the air. Therefore, they did not have any opinion on the appointment of the top management, nor did they raise the slightest question. As long as they do a good job of reception and cooperation, then their task is completed.

"Hello, I am your liaison for this mission, my name is Qin Tian. Tell me whatever you want in the future. Agent Qin Tian with a pockmarked face took Night Hawk's bag and stretched out his hand to introduce himself.

After a brief politeness, Qin Tian introduced the identities of the two high-ranking officials to Nighthawk. The two local military and police figures greeted Nighthawk cordially and said some polite words on the scene.

In the past, these interactions that Nighthawk hated were generally done by Lao Zhou, but now things are people, and he has become the protagonist, and Lao Zhou has become the object of pursuit. This made Nighthawk feel nostalgic. After only a few words, Nighthawk made an excuse and left the embarrassing scene.

"Where do we live?" Nighthawk asked Qin Tian.

"You're staying at The Peninsula, the most exclusive hotel here!" Qin Tian smiled. It seems that the standard of the organization's treatment of them this time is relatively high, and even five-star hotels are on board.

Nighthawk nodded, he wasn't interested in where to stay. He just wanted to find Lao Zhou as soon as possible now. That was his most pressing thing.

Beckoning backwards, this team of more than thirty people, not a very large team, followed Nighthawk to the minibus waiting for them, Qin Tian ordered the driver to drive. With the two high-ranking officials waving goodbye, the car slowly drove away from the military airport.

"Where is Lao Zhou?" Not long after the car drove out, Nighthawk grabbed Qin Tian's hand sitting beside him and asked impatiently.

Qin Tian smiled, let go of Nighthawk's hand, just looked ahead, and no longer even had an expression.