I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 258: Eternal loyalty

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"All groups A and B lost contact, and group C and Sergeant Miller confirmed their death."

Sitting in the embassy's office, listening to the report from his ear, Zhang Youjie's fingers holding the phone tremble slightly.

Five lives, more than 20 people were taken captive, and the action without any suspense would have been defeated so completely.

There is no doubt that this will be the worst pain suffered by the CIA after the Pig Bay incident.

Since the phone fell silent, Li Zhongping, still in Lake City, was waiting for his instructions.

"Is it the hands of the General Staff?"

"Should be." Li Zhongping said in a deep voice.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Youjie pondered for a moment, then ordered.

"... The plan is terminated and withdrawn."

Although it is a pity, the operation has failed. If there is no accident, the US Embassy and Consulate in Beijing will receive an inquiry letter from the Chinese State Council tomorrow, and then a press conference will be held in China to condemn the United States.

Facial muscles are trembling, Zhang Youjie's heart is bleeding.

"Which one buried the dark line?" Li Zhongping was referring to the Miao army who rebelled.

The original plan was that if Jiang Chen was placed under house arrest in China, he would use Miao Jun to kill the unprotected old knife, and then bring Jiang Chen under house arrest.

However, the plan did not seem to be under their control from the beginning. Hua Guo seemed to use Jiang Chen as a bait to remove the agents of groups A and B. 80% of them were sure to dispatch PLA troops stationed nearby. Immediately afterwards, Group C, which was responsible for holding the hostages, was also attacked by PLA snipers.

Is the information leaked?

The CIA will be posed by the mentally retarded group of the General Staff.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Youjie tried to calm herself down.

Since failure is a foregone conclusion, reducing losses is now a matter of consideration.

"If you kill him, he sees my face. In addition ... before you kill him, let him kill the old knife."

"Yes."

Zhang Youjie hung up the phone, squeezed the sore nose bridge, and then got up and left the office.

......

Miao Jun never thought that he would serve as a soldier, nor did he expect that he would be compiled into the intelligence department, and after graduation, he would be transferred to the General Staff and become a secret agent.

To say the ideal, he wanted to be a businessman like his uncle. Or simply put, he wants to be a rich man.

However, things are not what he thinks, they must be.

According to his original idea, he wanted to be admitted to Wanghai University, to study the business department, and to go to sea to do business after graduation.

He worked hard, and he did work hard.

He vaguely remembered the expression of joy on his parents ’face when the whole family gathered around to check the score.

However, when reporting the volunteers, he and his parents had a disagreement.

He never imagined that his parents would use a nearly begging tone to make him give up his ideals and report to the Beijing National Defense University.

The reason is nothing other than the parents ’concern for their son ’s future.

"Your grandfather ’s old comrade-in-arms is now an admiral. With the relationship of your family, if you fill in the National Defense University and follow the path of joining the army, the future is definitely promising!"

"Doing business? Do you know how hard your uncle was at that time? You ca n’t afford to eat anymore! Do you think business is so good?"

"My parents are for your good ..."

In the end, Miao Jun chose the path of joining the army.

Ironically, when he chose this path now, he could only achieve his dreams by retiring to serve as a bodyguard for the rich.

You ca n’t make a fortune when you are a soldier. You can still get some oil and water if you are engaged in logistics. You can also get some money when you are a civilian at the Recruitment Office.

His parents' painstaking efforts made him take this path he didn't like at all. He tried to make himself like this kind of life, but when he found out, no matter how hard he did or how he performed, everyone would attribute his promotion to the promotion of that relationship, and automatically ignored it. The sweat he paid.

It is true that with the help of that relationship, he did rise all the way quickly, entering the General Staff at the age of 24. At the dinner table, his parents only felt that his grandfather ’s old comrade-in-arms was a distinguished person, and selectively ignored his son when he was training at the Qinghai Special Forces Training Base, and he almost died there!

"Be bitter? Why don't you be bitter? That's right!" If Miao Jun wants to complain, his father will be so comforting.

Bitter? I believe no one minds the hardships, if it is for the cause I am passionate about.

But now, he only feels a kind of torture.

Facts have proved that any forced love is not true love, which is true for careers and for Yu Guo. Even if he had long thought report templates, he knew it well, and even when he took the oath with everyone, he could say the oath he did n’t take seriously.

One million dollars? Money is of course tempting, perhaps this is not the most attractive to him.

A green card, a ticket to the free world ... He was moved.

Freedom.

I have to say that that thing has a fatal appeal. Even if he cursed because he didn't get it, even if he was comforted because he was OK .......

Even after tea and dinner, he always sits with his comrades in arms, scolding the Yankees for not being a thing.

"Mr. Miao, I believe you must abide by the agreement between us." Li Zhongping smiled.

"Old knife is dead." Miao Jun looked at the wild grass beside the highway, his throat moved, and said.

"Really? Then congratulations." Li Zhongping breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and pulled out the pistol from his pocket.

Because it was so sudden, Miao Jun did not respond.

"Why?" Miao Jun said hardly after swallowing.

"God, will bring you supreme freedom. Then Mr. Miao, goodbye-"

Bang—!

The bullet penetrated Li Zhongping ’s forehead and blood splashed on the car.

"FUCK!" The CIA agent who drove quickly pulled out his pistol.

"What are you waiting for!" There was a rant in the distance.

Miao Jun was shocked, and unconsciously pulled out his pistol from his pocket.

Bang—!

Before grabbing the driver, Miao Jun shot and killed him.

Panting, he was soaked in cold sweat in just a few seconds.

At the entrance of the alley, a staggering figure came over.

When seeing the face of the ravine, Miao Jun smiled bitterly, throwing away his gun, and instead of running away, raised his hands.

An old knife.

I do n’t know why. Miao Jun was relieved to see him alive.

Although Miao Jun is very clear, this means that he may have to spend the rest of his life in prison.

"Sorry, I ... calculated you." Because of guilt, Miao Jun dared not look at this senior ’s face

"Your kid, I really think you have the ability to do it for me?" Lao Dao grunted a few times, covering the bleeding wound, and sat on the hood with a grin.

He paused, his dry lips shuddered and continued.

"These two knives were deliberately suffered by me. If you really have the skill to escape, you will not be caught by others. If you escape, there is only one possibility ... "The old face shone with cunningness corresponding to his age. The old knife looked at the junior meaningfully and grinned.

"... I was rebelled." Miao Jun said bitterly.

"Oh, learn a little." Lao Dao smiled, his left hand continued to cover the wound, and his right hand was resting on the hood.

"No more, there is no chance to use it after learning." Miao Jun sighed, got out the old knife's cell phone, and called General Liu.

He is ready to confess.

However, at this moment, the fast-acting old knife grabbed the phone and hung up the number that had not been dialed.

Looking at the puzzled look on Miao Jun's face, Lao Dao grinned and threw the phone aside.

"Hey, you died of comrade-in-arms, and you are not ashamed of writing on the file. I am ashamed. The old knife is honoured and killed, and I prefer to write that last line."

Dead? !

Wen Yan, Miao Jun felt a big shock in his heart, looked at Lao Dao with wide eyes, and hurriedly said, "How is it possible that you did n’t deliberately suffer-"

"Although it was deliberately suffered, but these two knives were **** me." The old knife smiled, but when he smiled, he coughed.

The blood was stained on Miao Jun's clothing corner.

"I will call you an ambulance-"

"Useless." The old knife stopped Miao Jun's movements. "Is my body still able to save myself?"

"I," Miao Jun's fingers were shaking, and there was nowhere to know what to do. ’

The apology got stuck in the throat and could not be squeezed out.

He knows that even an apology is useless.

It was him who killed him personally.

Ignoring the expression on Miao Jun's face, Lao Dao said as if to himself.

"I am old, and even young people can't win. Five years ago, the organization transferred me back to China. I should have retired at that time. But old Liu found me and hoped that I could use it in Overseas work experience, to play some residual heat in the field of anti-espionage in the country, at least to train more successors for the Republic ... I agree. "

"Five years, 27 young guys came out of me. You should be the last one." Then, Lao Dao looked at Miao Jun with some relief, and nodded. "It is also the most qualified The good one, as far as the newcomer is concerned. "

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize." Lao Dao waved his hand.

"27 people, only 6 people stayed in the end. The old leader asked me to do more ideological work, and I can persuade the talents as much as possible. But I have never done that. The twisted melon is not sweet . "

As he said, there was a trace of melancholy in his voice.

"If you want to make a fortune, do n’t be a soldier. If you are reluctant, you will have problems sooner or later."

After hearing this, Miao Jun lowered his head, his face full of shame.

The voice became weaker and weaker, and Lao Dao continued to speak for himself.

"I know that my country is not necessarily very good ... you young people will be online, and I can see what I can see."

"But even so, I still believe it will be better."

"Before that, please protect it for me until that day comes."

"But don't force it."

"I ... Can I know your name?" Miao Jun's voice choked.

"My name, huh," Lao Dao grinned, and looked back to the light, his voice rejuvenated again.

Pulling out the pistol that has been used for some years, he shivered and threw it into Miao Jun's hand.

"Wait one day you have enough permissions, you will know if you turn over my files. If you retire, then you do n’t need to know."

"Give me back the old Liu for me, and have sold his life for him for half his life, this gun is still the original owner."

After talking, the old knife slowly closed his dry eyelids.

This time, he really stopped breathing.

Like a twilight shepherd dog, finally ushered in eternal peace.

"Ah-!"

Under the street light, on the deserted road, a man knelt on the ground and howled. (To be continued.)