"He Bin, Fu Fang, Ge Hong, Shi Lei, Li Deguang, Li Deguang ......"

Constantly chanting these names, Fang Yan kept flicking his fingers on the table, making rhythmic sounds one after another, which looked very mysterious in the soft light.

"Ramon, can you find more information about these men on the dark blue?" Fang Yan asked.

"All the information I was able to search for has been shown in the previous briefing."

Listening, Fang Yan clenched his fist against his mouth, and looked extremely dignified as he watched several people on the terminal continue to think.

The Red Army initially had a full strength of 198 people, including a special combat brigade of 120 people, and 78 elite personnel and technicians from all walks of life.

However, the establishment period is only 100 years, and as early as 291 years ago, there were only 16 people left in the Red Army, of which 9 belonged to the combat group, and the remaining 7 were in charge of various materials.

And ten years of darkness and the change of dynasty have led to the current number of red troops only 6 people.

After coming back, he searched the Internet for the members of the previous generation of Red Army who were recorded on his watch, and the expected and unexpected thing was that only Fu Fang was related to someone of the previous generation by blood.

And the other four people, judging from the identity information on the surface, do not have much information available......

As a result, the identity and loyalty of these people make dialects feel particularly troublesome.

Li Deguang is the director of the Public Security Bureau, even if He Bin, an ordinary veteran soldier and current construction worker, doesn't have much identity information, and Ge Hong, an old fritter in a shopping mall, is full of negative information on the Internet that doesn't know whether it's true or not, and his usual style seems to be very problematic......

The information that Hu Ming told him before made him seem to vaguely grasp the corner of this coup, but due to the passage of 66 years, there has always been a layer of fog in front of him, and he can't see it clearly.

Just like seeing flowers in the fog......

"Ramon, help me prepare a ticket to Shanhe City tomorrow."

……

March 12, 391, the weather was sunny in March......

In Shanhe City, in the wall exhibition area, in front of the slum block that the local people acquiesce, He Bin is wearing a sweatshirt, carrying the vegetables he just bought from the vegetable market to his home.

The sun on the horizon showed a trace of fatigue, the brilliant golden light brought a touch of illusory old color, the Chinese pastoral dog raised next door was still barking, and the children in old clothes were shuttling through the streets and alleys......

"Xiao Hey, are you going home from work?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun!" He Bin smiled and said hello to the old man Sun who was sitting on the side of the street, "I don't have to talk much, I have to go home to cook." ”

"That's okay, come out at night to play chess and drink two cups!"

"Hoo, Holo......"

He Bin kept responding, grabbed his coat with one hand and put it on his shoulder, glanced up slightly, and then looked around unintentionally, adjusting his breathing between his steps......

The surrounding houses are old, and although they don't match the dirt, they still look dilapidated, with a few weeds sticking out of the cracks in the stone path, and a piece of clothing hanging on the dilapidated fence next to it that is not known for a few years......

At the mouth of an alley, He Bin's footsteps slowly slowed down, his muscles tensed up instantly and returned to normal in an instant, and then continued to walk forward.

"Don't say hello?"

A voice sounded behind He Bin, and the hand he took out the key paused, and then slowly aimed at the keyhole, with a kind of vigilance against strangers, "New move-in?" ”

"Pretty much." Fang Yan said, watching He Bin's movements, he slowly took a puff of cigarette, and continued flatly, "The two small early warning mechanisms in front of the door, a cold weapon trap hidden on the left side behind the door, and the loose-haired poison gas bomb under the fourth plank. ”

He Bin's movements paused instantly, his muscles tensed, and he held the white vest on his body to death, Fang Yan looked at it, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and continued after stepping on his feet,

"There's a loose-haired mine under the mattress, oh yes, there's a gadget like this, a Type 366 army general-purpose pistol, and a Type 122 military spur on the right side of your waist, but I guess it's a special type, and there's a bullet in it."

"Who are you?" He Bin's hand that was about to reach out to his right waist paused, and turned to look at Fang Yan, who was carrying a pistol.

"You now have two escape routes, the first is to escape from the alley on the right, five meters to your right is a corner, and then you can climb to the top of the building through the railing next to it, and jump between the fourth and fifth houses, there is a dense area of the alley, there are 6 lines to run to the crowded vegetable market in front, and 5 lines to the Boyun River on one side,

On the second route, you have to enter your room and escape through the window of the kitchen or toilet, there is a parking lot where you can enter the mountains twenty kilometers away......"

Fang Yan said to himself, glanced up at He Bin slightly, thought about it and patted his head again, "Of course, you can also take me hostage, because you can see that the pistol I am holding in my hand is not open to the safe." ”

"Huh......" He Bin exhaled slowly, looking at the dialect, "What are you going to do when you come to me?" ”

"You are an ordinary veteran on your profile, but I think you are more like a special forces veteran, but you don't have any enemies, so what are you doing these things for?" Fang Yan raised his head, as if thinking, and then held out a finger, "A secret?" ”

Without any fluctuations, He Bin looked at the dialect, thinking about everything that had happened to him today, as well as his observations on the way home, and his body began to tilt to the right involuntarily......

"You won't want me to come in and sit down?" The dialect asked abruptly,

"You're not afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Fang Yan said indifferently, walked forward with his hands behind his back, but paused beside He Bin, felt a heavy breathing, and sighed, "Red No. 5, it's time to return to the team......"

"Branch ......"

The door made a sound that seemed to be overwhelmed, He Bin was in a daze outside the house, and the hand that had just held the handle of the knife was slowly put down, he looked around, his eyes instantly pierced the surroundings, and quickly retracted and closed the door.

"The listening and monitoring equipment has been blocked by me, and everything around me has also been monitored by me, so you don't have to worry about what will happen, my identity, I believe you know it now." Fang Yan listened to the sound of the door closing behind him, turned his back and waved his hand and said,

"Tart!"

"Report to the chief, codenamed Honghe, He Bin, the assault officer of the first combat group of the Red Army, report to you!"