The person in charge smiled helplessly: "Your grandma's, Lao Tzu's code name is the person in charge, you are called the old man every day, it's really ......"

"That's kind." Xing Lei smiled, and finally sat down on the only chair next to the desk, looking at the person in charge meaningfully.

Of course, the person in charge knew why the white-haired scarred face in front of him was looking at him like this, and he directly spread his hands: "I don't know." ”

Then he explained: "In the past two years, whether it is Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq and other Middle East regions, there have been hundreds or thousands of terrorist attacks every day!" According to incomplete statistics, the number of civilian casualties caused by terrorist attacks in the Middle East has reached more than 3,000 every day, not counting the casualties of those terrorists and police and military forces in various places. As for the bloodshed caused by gangsters in various places, because it was too small and had nothing to do with the battlefield assessment formulated by the alliance, it was not recorded. ”

Xing Lei nodded: "I remember that most of the three types of killers in the entire alliance have gangster backgrounds, right?" The worst is also related to gangsters. ”

"Of course, if you only rely on accommodating those who have committed serious crimes outside to supplement the attrition of the three types of killers every year, it will not take more than ten years for the alliance to become a force the size of al-Qaeda!" The person in charge said very firmly, "Moreover, at least 70 percent of the attrition of the three types of killers is due to training and final battlefield assessment, 17 percent is due to the execution of tasks, 10 percent is due to the identity problems prepared for them by the alliance, and the remaining 3 percent are all kinds of strange reasons." ”

In the end, the person in charge who said something dry made a "you know" movement and expression to Xing Lei, and came to a mahogany board inlaid in the wall in the corner by himself, stretched out his right hand and pressed it hard, only to hear a slight and crisp "pop", and the mahogany board carved with the picture of Jesus being crucified slowly popped out. Not only that, but bursts of white mist diffused from the widening gap between the wooden planks and the walls, and a trace of coldness spread throughout the room.

This turned out to be a freezer!

Xing Lei shuddered suddenly, and said unceremoniously: "It's such a fucking cold day, and you still drink ice stuff?" Beware of the big bird freezing into a chick! ”

The person in charge didn't look back, and while reaching out to get a bottle of champagne from the freezer, he scolded with a smile: "Get out of you!" You can't hear a good word from your mouth! ”

Xing Lei smiled and responded with an indifferent look: "Hehe! You can take care of it! ”

"Dog's day! If I didn't kill you, I would shoot you on the wall! As he spoke, the person in charge had already pressed the cork of champagne with his thumb, and after a few rotations, he only heard a cheerful sound of "boom", and saw that the cork was broken, and after a faint white mist wafted out, the person in charge continued: "Just like this!" ”

Xing Lei smiled helplessly: "Hurry up!" Once you've drunk this bottle, it's time to get ready! ”

The person in charge touched the bottom of the freezer with his knee, and a built-in cabinet specially used to store all kinds of wine glasses appeared in the eyes of the two of them, and after the person in charge took out two goblets, he teased: "Didn't you say that the big bird that drinks ice becomes a chick?" Not afraid? ”

"It's my age, and I'm still afraid of a fart!" Xing Lei watched as the person in charge slowly poured the transparent yellowish liquid into the goblet, "And the quack doctor in charge of the medical affairs of the entire alliance said that I can only support it for another seven years at most, and after seven years, even the potions used specifically for a class of killers will be useless to me!" ”

"Seven years? It seems that your own business should also be put on the agenda. The person in charge handed over a glass of champagne and said as if he had a point.

Xing Lei nodded, and after taking the champagne, he didn't put it to his mouth immediately, but shook the goblet in the way of sobering up red wine, and stared fiercely at the liquid that seemed to be about to splash out at any time due to the violent shaking: "Lao Tzu has been waiting for this time for eighteen years!" ”

"So you're going to go on your own? Or ......"

"Go by yourself? Lao Tzu still wants to spend his old age in peace! Xing Lei smiled, "The group of bastards in the management promised me that as long as I proposed, they would arrange a team for me." ”

Suddenly, Xing Lei seemed to remember something, stopped shaking his hand shaking the wine glass, and said, "Cough, what are you talking about?" Drink! After drinking, I went to work! ”

The person in charge shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes helplessly.

Then, the two cups touch each other and drink it all in one go.

23 November 2008.

In one of the most volatile years in Afghanistan since the fall of the Taliban, there have been almost every day of unconventional violence, with 5,000 civilian deaths in 2008 alone, according to clear records.

Moreover, the month of November is of special significance to Afghanistan, as at the recent meeting of the defense ministers of eight countries headed by US Secretary of Defense Gates, it was announced that an additional 20,000 troops would be sent to Afghanistan in the next 18 months, in order to ensure that the 2009 Afghan general election can be held safely and smoothly.

This may be a good thing for civilians who yearn for peace.

However, this is undoubtedly bad news for the various anti-government groups that are still fiercely active in the central, eastern, and southern parts of Afghanistan, which means that any of their future actions will be met with great resistance. Of course, this also requires the cooperation of those countries who are determined to fight terrorism, otherwise the pace of peace will even be stifled.

However, for the Assassination Alliance, all this does not seem to have any negative effect on it.

At this time, in the training space of the bunker of the Fourth Division of the Assassination Alliance, nearly three hundred people of different appearances, skin colors, and clothes were standing in a square in a neat formation, and in the gap between the platoons, there were several people in civilian attire walking with carts full of cowhide file bags, and when the cart passed in front of someone who formed the phalanx, that person would take out a file bag from the cart and open it immediately.

When the person who got it pulled out a wad of A4 paper and read the contents carefully, his expression immediately changed from the original plain and boring to a frowning seriousness! This also makes those who haven't got it yet curious, and after getting the file bag, they can't wait to open it to check it, and then it becomes the same expression.

Zhang Miao is the same.

There were only seven sheets of A4 paper out of the portfolio, and there seemed to be some problems with the typography on them.

The first thing that catches your eye is a black bold title.

"Assassination Alliance's 2008 Battlefield Assessment of Three Categories of Killer Cadets"

Then there are a few color prints hanging behind the title.

The first color picture shows a young man with a haggard face and a military helmet, whose face can barely be seen as being from Europe. This kind of skill of identifying people, in Zhang Miao's words, is that there is no real standard, basically as long as you look at countless people, you can identify them by feeling.

Later, Zhang Miao learned that in fact, what he said only needed to understand the cultures of various countries, and he could probably identify them.

In the second color picture, a man dressed in military equipment is lying in a charred crater, and his posture is almost difficult for ordinary people to do, as if he has burped. However, one thing is certain, the man was not killed by a bomb or a missile. As for the reason, it is that although the military uniform on his body can clearly be seen to be stained by the stirred dust, there is no obvious damage, and more importantly, there are no burn marks caused by bombs or missile explosions!

Only a bloody hole in his back, at least ten centimeters in diameter, could make anyone who had been on the battlefield sure that the man had either been shot with precision or had been unlucky enough to be hit by a stray bullet.

At the end of these two color pictures, there is a description.

"Name unknown, age unknown, gender male, rank corporal. Belonging to the French troops in Afghanistan, yesterday (22nd) with the same squad of teammates on foot patrol at the Daru Aman military camp more than ten kilometers south of Kabul, they were attacked by Taliban bombs and were finally hit by stray bullets and died. ”

Then there were two more color books, the only difference was that they showed another man, a broken man! Somehow, in the second picture, the man's body is missing a left leg!

"Name unknown, age 32 years old, gender male, sergeant rank. Belonging to the French troops in Afghanistan, yesterday (22nd) with the same squad of teammates on foot patrol at the Daru Aman military camp more than ten kilometers south of Kabul, they were attacked by Taliban bombs. ”

Next, it's still a color book, a full eight color pictures in a row!

It's just that these eight color pictures are not separated by two pictures like the first four with a description, just a photo of a different face and a photo of his posthumous posture, just a photo of all twelve color pictures already occupy six A4 sheets of paper.

Not only is the typography weird, but even the content is weird.

Zhang Miao muttered unconsciously: "Grandma's, didn't you say the battlefield assessment?" Just look at the picture of the dead and get through? Just looking at the photo is a fart! ”

"No, it's on the last sheet."

Wu Ba frowned on the side and looked at a piece of A4 paper densely packed with small fonts, and after hearing Zhang Miao's muttering, he flicked the paper in his hand with his fingers to remind him.

Zhang Miao nodded, and while flipping to the last piece of paper, he asked, "Do you see any problems?" ”

"It's a big problem!"

PS: I went to Hangzhou two days ago to get a university diploma. Yes, I'm finally a fresh graduate! Solemnly declare that I am a real fresh graduate! After getting the diploma, my thoughts suddenly became more, and because I was no longer a student, I became more confused about the future. However, please rest assured that this book will not be a eunuch because of this, and there will be more works that will be greatly loved by readers in the future. Come on! Step up your game! (At this time, he disguised himself as a hot-blooded teenager, pretending to be a minor.) Shyness...... ）