"He's back!He's back! He's back......"

The blonde girl's voice grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the almost enclosed space. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She blinked suddenly, and her head was inexplicably dizzy, as if there was some lack of blood supply.

Dreaming?

Suddenly, there was a sense of unreality.

"Marxist! I must have not slept well last night, and I was hallucinating! How could this guy Morin send me a signal, it's ridiculous!"

Marcia Wright shook her head vigorously a few times as she reached out and pinched the root of the mountain (nose) between her eyes.

Lower down and pick up the laptop again, not worrying about any breakage.

Even if you use the AK-47 to shoot at close range or run directly from the tank track, you can't even hurt this laptop in the slightest.

When her eyes were fixed on the screen that was still on, she finally lost her mind.

"Marxist-Leninist, not an illusion, it's real! Morin, Morin, he, how did he do it? Where did he go? Where did he go?"

"Maureen calls Marcia Wright" looked at the line, and finally realized that it was not a hallucination, and the blonde girl could no longer contain her excitement.

From Lori to a girl, she was about to give up, but she never thought that hope would be sent to her eyes again.

I can't understand how that guy did it, but now, it's time to inform everyone of the good news.

Thinking of doing it, the blonde girl rushed out of the room in a rage with her laptop in her hand.

"Lin Mo is alive! He's still alive! I got his signal. ”

The girl's voice echoed through the long notice, and I don't know how many vigilance and defense mechanisms were triggered.

The special service soldiers in the base could not understand the girl's cheers, and their faces were full of disbelief.

If Colonel Lin Mo was still alive, I'm afraid he would have come back a long time ago, how could he have not heard from him until now.

This blonde girl must miss Colonel Lin Mo and want to go crazy, right?!

"Lao Pan, Lao Pan, Lin Mo has news!Ah! Lao Pan, where are you going?"

With her laptop in hand, when she found the tarmac outside the hangar of the air crew group at the base of the special service team, Marhia Wright was stunned to see Pan Rongyong, the leader of the air crew, standing in front of the neatly lined air crew members in civilian clothes, with two huge suitcases behind him.

"Marcia, you're just in time! I'm leaving! Haha! Thank you for remembering to send me!"

The board on the top of Lao Pan's head was almost completely white, there were a lot more wrinkles on his face, and his body, which had always been as straight as a gun, was also rickety.

Old Pan is old!

Seeing the figure of the blonde girl, the former air crew leader showed a little joy, but he didn't expect this girl who was obsessed with technical research to come and see him off.

"Are you leaving?!"

Only then did Mahia remember that today was the day when Lao Pan officially retired, and when he returned to the local area to retire, he had nothing to do with the army except for the benefits of the New Year's holidays.

"Yes! I'm leaving! Everything here is your young man's from now on, work hard! Come on!

The crow's feet at the corners of Lao Pan's eyes became more and more dense, and although he was a little reluctant, he didn't leave too many regrets, except for a certain person.

However, the military order is like a mountain, and he has no way to continue to stay in the "dark night" special service team.

The iron-clad battalions, the flowing soldiers, the veterans are gone, and there will be new recruits, and the fresh blood will always circulate, always maintaining the strong combat effectiveness of the national defense forces.

When Marcia didn't want Lao Pan to leave, she still had a trace of regret, and hurriedly said eagerly: "I, I just received the signal sent to me by Lin Mo!"

The former air crew leader was unexpectedly not too surprised, not even the slightest bit excited, perhaps just thinking that the blonde girl was comforting himself, he smiled and nodded, and said: "Yes? It's really good! Remember to say hello to him on my behalf! My old Pan always remembers his promise and is waiting for him to fulfill it!"

Whether Lin Mo is really alive or has sacrificed, he is used to seeing the life and death of the "Dark Night" Special Service Brigade over the years, Lao Pan has already become calm and calm, and it is already a great blessing in the eyes of ordinary people to be able to retire alive.

It's just that there is a hint of indescribable flavor in his words.

After all, he still didn't believe Marcia's words.

"Gone!"

Lao Pan waved his hand resolutely and walked straight to a helicopter not far from the tarmac.

Two fighters followed with his suitcase in tow.

"Team Leader!

"Take care, Pan!"

All the members of the air crew team lined up in a neat line saluted the old team leader.

The blonde girl watched in a daze as Lao Pan boarded the transport plane, and finally turned around and glanced out of the cabin, her eyes clearly flashing with a touch of crystal.

The five blades of the Mi-17 helicopter turned faster and faster, rising from the ground with a huge roar, and flew into the sky until it disappeared into the sky with Lao Pan, and the air crew members on the tarmac slowly disbanded the queue.

- (To be continued.) )