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"Yes!" A soldier replied.

"Let's go check it out later."

"Huh?" The soldier seemed to be confused.

"Go check it out in the back!" The chief repeated, and from the expression on his face when he said this, it seemed that Mr. sir, wanted to express some harshness. However, perhaps due to the high level of nervousness, or perhaps some other reason from 1A7489, in short, the chief's voice did not achieve the desired effect, but was somewhat vague due to excessive haste and slight trembling.

This was also the first time that the soldiers did not hear clearly.

"Yes!"

This time, the soldier confirmed that he had not heard it wrong. However, neither the situation in the cab nor the expression of the commander could be seen, and the soldier's answer, although habitually quite forceful, also habitually revealed a bit of the usual carelessness.

Ding Lun is in charge of the inspection?

Watching Ding Lun, who was named by the commander, slowly walk to the back of the truck, another soldier holding a rifle couldn't help but raise his hand, wiped his sweat, and touched his head by the way.

Ding Lun is in charge of the inspection? What did the captain think? Is it really too hot today?

It was really hot, the air at dusk, still very humid. Minden, who was holding a rifle, and Guan Miao, who was blocking in front of the barricade, glanced at each other, and saw doubts in each other's eyes, they frowned slightly, and each wiped their wet palms on their clothes.

Minden and Guan Miao looked at each other and frowned, puzzled, which was very reasonable.

Ding Lun has been transferred to this sentry for nearly two months, and they already know quite well, the biggest characteristic of this colleague is that he is lazy and careless, and let him "check", which is basically equivalent to "don't check".

Sure enough, standing next to the sentry, Min Deng and Guan Miao looked from a distance, Ding Lun first spent a minute sorting out his clothes and guns, and then took a minute to walk to the back of the truck, and then there was the sound of climbing hard for half a minute.

In the end, in no more than ten seconds, Ding Lun completed all the checks, and replied by the way: "Captain, everything is normal, there is no problem." ”

"Back to your place." 1A7489's gaze, although he did not look at the chief again, did not prevent the chief from continuing to concentrate on it, and his voice was still slightly rapid.

"Yes! …… Yes! ”

Maung Dinglun's exclamation!

Damn it!

The chief's heart suddenly accelerated, and before he could analyze it, it was at this moment that 1A7489 suddenly reached into his arms without warning.

Simply reach into your arms neatly, the most efficient route, without the slightest superfluous action!

Very professional, extremely professional action!

The chief's pupils contracted suddenly again. At the same moment, the pair of pupils, which were like black holes and could not see the slightest light, seemed to appear in front of the chief again.

Hardly without any delay, the chief touched the pistol's right hand and suddenly burst out. Countless battles, countless voices that seemed to come from comrades-in-arms, enemies, and instructors, almost at the same time reminded him in his heart and shouted in his ear:

Dangerous! Dangerous! Immediately draw a gun and shoot the two guys in front of you directly!

Dangerous! Dangerous! Immediately draw a gun and shoot the two guys in front of you directly!

This thought, this desire, or rather, this instinct came so suddenly, so quickly, so violently, that it was no longer controlled by his own consciousness.

Nothing could stop the Commander from turning this idea directly into reality. All the muscles associated with the thought worked together, and the results of countless training sessions were revealed, and the commander grabbed the pistol with great speed and jerked it up.

The next moment, the chief suddenly stopped moving, and his whole body stiffened.

At this moment, 1A7489's arm had been taken out of his arms and even put it to his ear. At this moment, the commander didn't need to look to know that his pistol had just moved a few centimeters away from the holster.

"It's me."

1A7489 said. Fortunately, with real lightning speed, what he came out of his arms was just a phone.

At this time, the commander's ears finally heard that Ding Lun sprained his ankle when he jumped from the trailer behind the heavy truck, and he was dragging long steps with a curse in his mouth.

1A7489's call continued, after the word "it's me", it was a period of quiet listening that was not particularly long, and finally, 1A7489 softly said the word "good" and hung up the phone and took it back.

Before he knew it, the chief quietly took another half step behind him.

1A7489's extremely swift movements, extremely indifferent expressions, extremely strange gazes, and extremely concise words all made the well-informed commander see his image in the minds of many terrible figures.

Imperceptibly, the chief looked at Ding Lun, who was limping, and the nonchalant, Minden, who had re-attached the rifle to his shoulder.

Then, the man, who looked almost forty years old, but was actually only over thirty years old, touched the money in his trouser pocket, and thought about his hard fighting, struggling desperately for more than ten years, but in the end, because of his grassroots background, he had no backing, so he could only live at a small border sentry.

Without thinking about it any further, the chief made a decision.

"Looks good, looks like a ...... is a good look"

The next moment, the chief slowly raised his left hand, shook it twice in a specific way, pointed diagonally to the left, and spat out a long note from his mouth: "Release ......"

The irregular sound of the engine resounded, and the truck jolted forward and slowly moved away.

Watching Guan Miao and Min Deng set up the barricade again, the chief finally let out a long breath of relief, and raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.

At this time, the commander suddenly realized that his right hand grasping the pistol had turned white due to too much force, and the palm of his hand had printed an obvious gun-shaped outline, and the most pitiful holster had lost its buckle at some point.

The chief gently squeezed his palm, and finally turned around and shouted without moving: "Maung Guan Miao, Maung Mindeng, Maung Ding Lun." ”

When shouting, the chief did not use a special tone or expression. However, the three soldiers immediately surrounded him, and their eyes were full of joy that could not be hidden.

At this time, these eyes full of joy were all focused on the chief's left hand, which was tucked into his trouser pocket.

The next moment, it took it out, holding two banknotes of Huaxia Kingdom.

From the moment they were seen, the faces of the three soldiers, stained with dust and sweat, burst into happy smiles at the same time.

"Yours." The chief beckoned to the official and shoved two bills into his hands.

"Mine?" Guan Miao's inquiry was full of anticipation and disbelief, "I'm alone?" ”

"Yes, you're alone." The chief nodded.

"40 yuan, my own?"

"Yes, 40 for one person." The chief nodded, ignored the unusually surprised Guan Miao, and beckoned to Minden and Ding Lun, who were also unusually surprised.

"Thank you, Captain!"

"Thank you, Captain!"

"Thank you, Captain!"

Far away, the commander's ears still echoed with the three soldiers' more respectful and humble thanks than before, and the three of them discussed with great interest what to do with the windfall.

As a border guard of the Hero, the commander knows very well that if 40 yuan of Huaxia currency is exchanged for the currency of the Heronation on the black market, it is almost one-third of the salary of these semi-professional soldiers.

Even for the chief himself, 1A7489 gave a full 400 yuan, and after distributing 120 yuan, it was still a considerable income. This money can almost allow him to rest comfortably for two or three months in a relatively ordinary town in the country of Hailuo, doing nothing.

In the past days, there have been four or five times when the chief has also received such a large extra income. On those occasions, the commander was indeed a little more reserved than the rude and straightforward soldiers. However, he was also very happy at that time, and always thought about how to make up a name, take a few days off, and go to some kind of place in the nearby towns where only 10,000 households and Huaxia travelers often go to luxury, and enjoy life.

However, this time, stroking the solid pile of banknotes in his pocket, a full 280 yuan of Huaxia coins, the chief was not in the mood of the past at all.

Next to the sentry, the commander gently rubbed the half-man-high barricade with his palm, which still had some gun-shaped marks, and felt the rough hardwood and slightly burred wire.

It was dusk, and on the side of the road in the evening, there was finally a few breezes occasionally, which brought a trace of coolness, and also fluttered gently with the sleeves and trousers of the chief.

In this way, the chief stood still, looking straight farther away, where the red sunset was like blood, and it was impossible to force it.

Under the blood-red color that took up half of the sky, the heavy truck bumped all the way, slowly and leisurely climbed the straight section, and turned onto the fork in the road on the left.

The road led to Mizzeri, to the most chaotic region of the already unpeaceful country of Hero.

To areas that the governor no longer wants to go.

It's just that the chief hasn't read much, and he doesn't know that many things in this world can't be decided by his own will.

At least, the future, now and a little bit more than a few days away, cannot be determined by his own will.

……

It was dusk, and through the only pane above the door, the sky was already very dark in the distance. The cobwebs attached to the panes fluttered gently, and the evening breeze blew into the room, and the dull air finally had a hint of freshness.

I also hate the smell.

It's a pity, like all loyal companions, there must always be one or two nails sent down from above, closed on three sides, and the room with the iron door must always leave a few gaps.

"......"

There was a knock at the iron door.

“…… Tuk Tuk ...... Tuk Tuk ...... Tuk Tuk ...... ......"

The iron door sounded a regular knock in a row, and half of his face was covered with a beard, which removed the vigilance in his eyes, and also made him press the right hand on his waist and stretch it down again.

He stood up, his strong body pulling out a huge shadow at once.

The door opened.

"Wu Yesheng." Shouting out the honorific title, another big man stood at the door, he bowed his head slightly, unabashedly showing his respect.

"Maung Yongshi......", his most relied on partner, is willing to be "Maung", and is always reluctant to accept the more intimate title of "Guo", and he is also a little regretful, but also a little happy, "How is it?" ”

"Everything is packed, the guys are ready, and they are ready to go."

"Okay......" Ye Sheng nodded, he turned around and tidied up the table a little, but his eyes suddenly stayed on the table, a certain area of the spread map, and stayed for a short time for a second or two.

There is a sign of Mizre, a sign of the already not peaceful country of Hero, the most chaotic region.

It indicates a few days ago, a business in Huaxia Guolan City, and the agreed transaction location.

It's a lucrative business.

And it's a business that can be even more profitable.

Thinking so, Ye Sheng's right hand unconsciously pressed his waist again.

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