C68 He Wanted to Break Through

Up front, both sides stopped.

He stood there, performing his official duties. If no one else caused any trouble, he would directly return.

He would write a routine report in the morning and report it to the higher-ups.

John listened to the camouflage guy's description of the situation and squinted his eyes. He thought about the scene of the confrontation between the two parties and could not help but think of the Three Infantry Battalion that had always been well-behaved and had never charged in at once.

Hence, a bold idea came out of his mouth:

"Continue to observe for me. Don't you know the reason? We are legal personnel,

They are the ones who are causing trouble. They broke into Mendelu without permission and did a lot of bad things here. They injured the people of the Night Landing Nightclub. . . "

Since they already knew that the other party was Xiao Qiangbing and a few others, the car was a civilian car. It was obvious that it was not an official activity. They had directly destroyed the place and thrown it into the mountains. No one would be able to find him, John, without anyone noticing.

Now that the men from the infantry unit had come out, it was obvious that they had come out to take a look after hearing the commotion. They would have to watch carefully. As soon as they retreated, the camouflage guy and the others would pounce on them.

They could even tear these people apart with their bare hands.

In the car, Fang Yitong was woken up by the car in front of her. She struggled to open her eyes and said vaguely:

"Forceful soldier, Monica probably can't do it anymore. It should be malarial, high fever, pendulum. Even if she goes to the hospital, she. . . "

Xiao Qiang Bing had long understood the disease that was wreaking havoc in the warzone. Up until now, this malaria did not have effective treatment technology. It was all controlled by anti-inflammatory and pain control. Many people who had good physiques had to bear it, or else they would die from a high fever of 40 degrees.

"No, absolutely not. It had not been cured yet. How would I know? [I, Xiao Qiangbing, have never backed off when I do things. ] If she dies. . . Can you face her mother? Fatty, Fatty, go, carry out a special mission. . . "

Xiao Qianbing was burning with anxiety as he spoke. Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly had an idea. Although he was not confident at all, he still wanted to give it a try.

Fatty Liu and the others stood beside the car. When they heard his thoughts, they shook their heads and shook their heads. Like a drum, no one said anything. Clearly, they felt that it was not reliable. The old Taoist said with a tired mouth:

"Qiang Zi, if you can't do it, then forget it. Everything went wrong today. It hasn't rained for a few days. It's raining today. Let's head west. . . "

He was trying to escape.

Xiao Qiangbing leaned against the car and looked ahead with a determined gaze.

"Old man, if we don't try this, we'll cut ties in the future. "

Fatty Liu scratched his head first, then slapped him hard and said angrily:

"Qiang Zi, the commander's leg is injured. Don't you know about my moves? Nonsense!

I'll make a trip. . . "

Xiao Qiangbing really wanted to stop him after he took a few steps. He said, Kid, you're really interesting. Unexpectedly, Fatty Liu turned around and said coldly and humorously:

"A blind man lighting a candle is a waste. My foreign language is good. If you try to fool them, they will definitely let me back. . . "

Look, even if this fellow were to bite the bullet, it would be a waste for him to go even if he knew that it would be a waste. If he did not go, he would be afraid that Xiao Qiangbing would not do it. He would even think of a way out.

Delson, the Sando Infantry Battalion, stood beside the car. A few soldiers surrounded him and whispered about the strange things that had happened to Mendelu recently. Then, they saw a fat man jogging over.

"Oriental?" A soldier saw the fat man's report and said.

"Ask, what's the situation? This infantry unit didn't receive an order to patrol and won't interfere with local security issues. . . "

Lieutenant Colonel Delson said in all seriousness.

The soldier raised his spear at Fatty Liu and warned him to stop. He warned him in all seriousness:

"What are you doing? This is the Peacekeeping Infantry Battalion, unrelated personnel are not allowed to approach. Name? What is it? "

Fatty Liu looked at the black gun muzzle, which looked extremely frightening under the illumination of the light. He then raised his head to look at the machine gun on the truck. He felt his head heating up, and sweat dripped down from his forehead.

Seeing that he did not speak, the soldier said in an unfriendly tone:

"Speak, are you scared? What did you do wrong? Or did you see our officer? Are you scared? "

Fatty was looking at what he was saying. When he heard his superior, he had a flash of inspiration. He suddenly looked up and thought to himself, "Let's put it this way. Killing people is nothing more than nodding one's head to the ground. " He straightened his back. He looked straight ahead and said:

"Yes, yes, yes. There's your officer in the car. He scolded me along the way. Many people said that his boss is an official. His name is. . . "

The soldier was shocked when he heard that. He could not help but look at the old convertible. He rubbed his eyes and muttered in his heart:

"Who are you trying to fool? Even if we platoon leaders go out, we still have to follow a few soldiers? Otherwise, wouldn't we be courting death? "

Before he could verify the situation, he heard Lieutenant Colonel Delson say coldly:

"Go and teach him a lesson. I know everyone in the headquarters. This guy looks like a swindler or a sneak attack. "

A man dressed in ordinary clothes spoke fluent English, and the moment he opened his mouth, he mentioned the commanding officer of the headquarters!

Delson's soldiers could not help but laugh. They looked at him with disdain and slowly walked towards him. These soldiers with good qualities, even if they did not fight, held him down. Fatty struggled again, and it was inevitable that he would suffer physical pain.

"No, no, a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. . . " Fatty Liu's heart rate sped up. In a moment of desperation, he shouted with certainty:

"Sir, it's Director Charles from the Headquarters Action Department. Director Charles, he's in the car. . . "

"Oh, it's Mr. Director. Why didn't you call?"

Lieutenant Colonel Delson was stunned for a moment before he looked into the car.

As he spoke, the soldiers slowly stopped in their tracks and hesitated.

"Make a phone call. It's Sunday!

Rest time! He's at my place drinking, with a girl, he can. . . " Fatty Liu saw hope and started making up lies.

He said that Director Charles brought the beauty to eat at the Great Wall Restaurant. That woman ate something inappropriate and fell sick. After vomiting for a long time, Niles immediately asked him to drive over. He was almost bullied by the bandits just now.

"No way, right?" Delson thought about what he had said and slowly tasted the food. He felt that it was very possible. Charles was single. Although he had only seen him a few times, he had seen the old man hale and capable from afar. It was normal for him to have friends of the opposite gender.

Seeing him weigh his phone, Fatty Liu said anxiously:

"Call him, call him. The director specifically told me not to make this matter public. I say, lieutenant colonel, if this matter were to spread out. . . Will there still be people going to my place?"

He kept saying that he cared about business. The soldier beside Delson pointed at the oil stains on his body and said:

"This person really runs a restaurant. He has the smell of oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar all over his body. "

"What else did the director say?" Delson said without batting an eyelid.

"I'll treat you to coffee some other day. When I have time, I'll take a look at your place. . . " Fatty Liu turned around and looked at the car. He seemed to be recalling what Charles had said earlier. When he turned around, his eyes turned to the right and said.

Needless to say, Xiao Qiangbing had really used the psychology that he had called Xiao Qiangbing. It seemed like this kid was not lying.

"Put it over. Please tell the director that he rarely passes by here. He should at least greet him. "

Lieutenant Colonel Delson said seriously.