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At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the upset Huang Yongqian wandered alone in the Mengguang border defense camp, which made Huang Yongqian, who had been sleeping for days and nights, extremely upset. He really didn't expect that Kang Ning could travel through Heilong Mountain so quickly with a burden, and also get quick response from unknown forces, which made all the plans to blockade specially formulated for Corning's entry into the unfamiliar situation of the people and land in Laos.

What made Huang Yongqian feel the serious problem was that the good equipment and fast reaction speed of the receptionist Corning were far beyond everyone's expectations, and so far, it was still difficult to figure out where these receptionists came from, which made Huang Yongqian feel deeply anxious and heavy.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs of Vietnam has many intelligence personnel lurking in every province and city of Laos. The country's division and control over all classes in Laos for ten years has never stopped. Until now, except for the faction members who cannot wear Vietnamese military uniforms and rampant in Laos, most of the Lao people pretend to be unseen in the general secret operations.

It is logical that three batches of people and horses in the past two days should be able to find Corning and the traitor Amy in the shortest time, but the final result has to make Huang Yongqian reflect on the gains and losses of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in recent years.

In recent years, the national and ethnic forces in Laos have gradually risen, and their concerns, concerns and compromise attitudes towards Vietnam's diplomacy have gradually changed into friendly consultation and peaceful dialogue under the principle of independence and autonomy. All this is almost entirely due to the fact that Laos has carried out step-by-step and in-depth exchanges and cooperation with Thailand in the south and ancient powers in the north over the past few years. While Laos has received moral support, it has also obtained the funds necessary to start economic development, industrial, agricultural, technical and trade aid, and even after military aid, the Lao army has undergone a series of changes.

At the same time, the old leadership with doubled courage has strengthened its military construction and internal rectification openly and secretly. A group of middle and upper-level pro-Vietnamite factions in the army and government have been successively emptied or transferred from their posts. Starting from national defense, internal construction, intelligence and active development of foreign relations in a planned manner, breaking away from Vietnam step by step.

Faced with such changes, Vietnam's top leaders saw it and were anxious. However, the poor political and economic environment of their country and the demands of Western powers such as the United States to open up the market, the concession ports and human rights accusations that raise their eyebrows and raise their eyebrows at every turn have caused serious shortage of funds and sudden changes in Vietnam to lose sight of one thing and exhaustion, and almost put all the main forces on how to stabilize the situation in their country.

Especially the abominable Americans, while launching the so-called "strike against global terrorist forces", they did not forget to put heavy pressure on Vietnam. They made several major cities in the south such as Saigon and Hong Kong a mess. A large number of Vietnamese intellectuals and wealthy businessmen who believe in Western democracy were ready to move under the infiltration and inspiration of Western forces, and from time to time, they demanded to participate in politics and make decisions through various and other delusions. The current drawbacks of reforms.

This group of literati who were corrupted by democratic ideas changed their past meek and cowardly normal, and vented their dissatisfaction with the government's various policy programs. The government could not bear it anymore and suppressed it slightly, which would attract complaints and whine from the intellectual and business circles. What followed was the international community's blame and threat of political and economic suppression by the great powers. All of this put strong pressure and restraint on the Vietnamese government, and also made the current government lose control of Laos and Cambodia, the two actual "subjugation countries", and made them gradually grow bigger. Now that it is obvious that it is difficult to restore to its original level.

Huang Yongqian saw from this pursuit of Corning that the gradually toughened Lao government not only did not provide the assistance it should have, but instead sent a large number of intelligence personnel to follow closely behind Vietnamese agents to monitor and shoot and collect evidence. The next day, he expressed his dissatisfaction to the Vietnamese ambassador to Laos and seriously demanded that the Vietnamese government stop all actions that "injure Laos' national sovereignty and national feelings." Huang Yongqian knew that from now on, his local intelligence agency in Laos would decline and eventually decline.

Huang Yongqian, who had walked back and forth for countless times, suddenly stopped, sighed deeply, looked at the shadow in front of his toes, slowly looked up at the national flag on the high flagpole, suddenly remembered an important thing, and involuntarily turned his eyes to the distant north.

Throughout the morning, the banks of the Beilun River, bordering Mang Street in Guangning, Vietnam and Dongxing, Guangxi, China were strictly blocked. The wide bridge connecting the customs clearance of the two countries lies quietly over the clear green waves. The hot sun was slowly drifting towards the center of the sky. The slowly increasing southeast wind blew the red flags on the north and south sides of the bridge.

At 10:30 in the morning, a team of border guards walked out of each end of the bridge with bare hands and armed belts.

The two teams took a standard stance in high spirits, walked to the center line of the bridge and stopped, saluted each other, and negotiated for a while. The two teams automatically dispersed, stood solemnly on both sides of the center line, and waited quietly in the direction of their respective territory.

Thirty seconds passed, and two medium-sized buses were driven from the checkpoints between the north and south at the same time.

The Chinese luxury minibus were hung with the border armed police licences, while the Vietnamese green bus was hung with the Vietnamese border defense army licences. The bus stopped slowly one meter in front of the middle line, and more than ten bare-handed officers and soldiers walked out of the two cars. The officers in charge of both sides exchanged documents expressionlessly, and then returned and patiently waited for the next personnel exchange.

The first person to walk down from the Vietnamese bus was a 60-year-old man with gray hair and white haired jacket. He held the car door and looked excitedly at the five-star red flag flying on the edge. His wrinkled eyes were covered with crystal tears.

The moment the old man walked across the center line, all the Chinese officers and soldiers raised their hands and gave the old man a standard military salute. Then, two female officers wearing lieutenant uniforms immediately helped the old man onto their own bus, one left and one right.

Compared with the enthusiasm of China, the other side was not so solemn and enthusiastic. Everyone who got off the car hurriedly boarded his own vehicle with an officer.

The fourth Aying, who got off the car, was obviously thinner. At some point, she was charming and charming at the corners of her eyes. Her tail wrinkles appeared, and her pale face also lost its luster of the past. Her figure and footsteps were no longer as calm as before. She could only see the tears flowing constantly in her eyes looking at the national flag, making people feel the complex emotions in her heart at this moment.

A female officer held Aying's hand and carefully helped her onto the bus. Then she sat quietly beside her, raised her head and looked forward without moving.

Fifteen minutes later, the two sides exchanged the signature texts, and the two buses slowly retreated from the bridge deck under the escort of their own soldiers.

Looking north from the center line on the bridge, the Chinese bus is slow

Under the big tree behind the verification hall, more than a dozen military medical staff and report officials immediately rushed to the door of the car to warmly welcome every comrade-in-arms who got off the car.

Next to the bus, there were neatly parked a row of ambulances and cars. Each person returning was seen with anxious and respectful faces before getting off the bus.

Soon, everyone was promptly and enthusiastically guided. In less than five minutes, all the vehicles quickly drove out of the border and headed north under the escort of the police car.

On the south side of the border, the atmosphere was very depressing. The Vietnamese bus slowly drove into the local military camp behind the checkpoint. Five people in the car drove off the bus in a row. More than a dozen officials from the Vietnamese Ministry of Internal Affairs led each person into different cars with a stern face. After a while, they drove out of the military camp and entered the hinterland of the country.

The car Aying was the last one to set off.

What surprised Aying was that the two familiar comrades beside her, who were kind and familiar with each other, did not send him directly to Hanoi. Instead, they drove towards the beach villa that she had missed for a long time. After getting off the bus, the two looked at Aying with strange eyes and told her to go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes. The leader would like to talk to her later.

In the bathroom where the mist was steaming, Aying gently wiped off the water vapor from the mirror and carefully looked at his white figure.

Due to three months of detention, although there was no harsh interrogation or confession during this period, Aying's psychology and physiology were still deeply tired. Every day, she spent heavy ideological pressure, and her longing for her family and her deep concern for the future made her feel as if she had suddenly become ten years older.

She gently stroked her beautiful neck with faint wrinkles, her slightly drooping white breasts, her delicate waist, and a little red in the dark bush. She sighed quietly and walked down the "wow" water again.

Wipe the water stains and put on your comfortable casual clothes. Aying sat in front of the dressing table, slowly drying her long hair with a hair dryer, tied it into a ponytail dress with a purple colored circle, and finally stared blankly at the small silver frame on the dressing table:

In the photo, a tall and chic back stood on the dark reef, pulling up curved fishing rods with both hands, looking so elegant and calm, and full of vitality in the rays of the sky and water.

This photo was secretly taken by Aying half a year ago. While Corning was fishing, she left this exquisite photo. In her heart, as long as she could often take a look at the back that made her dreamy, she would feel comfortable and satisfied.

The knock on the door sounded.

Aying was shocked, and quickly put down the photo frame, stood up quickly, and went to open the door. When she saw Pei Yongyi, the 52-year-old deputy minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and director of the Politburo, was very surprised and panicked.

Aying originally thought that the leaders of the second and third departments of the first bureau would come to talk to him and ask questions, but unexpectedly, the arrogant Deputy Minister Pei came in person, which caught Aying off guard for a moment.

Pei Yongyi and four serious men walked into the room, closed the door, walked to the sofa in front of the window and sat down. After taking out the recorder and notebook, he signaled Aying to sit down on the edge of the bed opposite, and carefully asked Aying about what happened to him.

Three hours passed, and the tired Aying looked nervously at Pei Yongyi who was standing up slowly. Pei Yongyi, who never smiled from beginning to end, smiled slightly at Aying, who was still charming and beautiful: "Thank you, you have made great contributions to the country and the nation, and the Party and the people will never forget you!"

Aying shook her head guiltily. Just as she was about to express her dereliction of duty, she saw Pei Yongyi strode away. He opened the door and went out, and then took the door with her.

When Aying turned her surprised gaze back, she saw the lewd smiles on the faces of the four comrades on the sofa and the malicious eyes. She immediately understood the meaning of the sentence Pei Yongyi left before leaving. She fell to the ground as if she was shocked.

Four strong internal affairs agents licked their lips greedily and walked step by step towards Aying who was ashamed.

Aying, who collapsed on the thick carpet, smiled bitterly and begged to the four agents standing beside him, who were untied and untied, revealing her ugly lower body, "Comrades, I can understand the decisions of the organization, but I beg you to give me some small requests at the last moment of my life for many years, and to see my colleagues over the years. Can you please give me some small requests at the last moment of my life? From now on, everyone can do whatever they want, and I can understand you."

The four men around Aying paused and one of the middle-aged men who had already taken off naked smiled at Aying and said, "It's worthy of being the most famous beauty in the four games. It's amazing that she can still be so calm at this time! Okay! Tell me, because of my respect for your father, I can meet your last request."

Aying slowly stood up, picked up the photo frame from the dressing table, looked at it for a moment and said to the middle-aged man: "I want to go to the toilet... Let me say goodbye to the man in my photo, okay? Just one minute... I open the door and you can watch it."

The four men looked at each other, and finally the middle-aged man said impatiently: "It's still so troublesome to go on the road? Okay, I'll go in with you."

Aying, who was lost, walked into the bathroom with tears in her eyes. The naked middle-aged man followed her closely, and kept reaching out to touch her huge breasts.

Aying was unmoved and gently placed the photo frame on the marble countertop in front of the large mirror, leaned on the cold countertop, crying silently, and finally took off the middle-aged man's hand, kneeled on the ground with a heartbroken crying.

The middle-aged man lost the fullness of his plump breasts in his hands, and he couldn't help but glared at Aying with hatred. He was about to bend down and grab Aying's back collar to lift her, but he saw a small Browning pistol appearing in the gap between Aying's shaking hair, which was obviously just pulled out from the marble stage.

The middle-aged man was shocked and tried to pounce on Aying, but it was too late.

A gunshot from "其—" brought a bright blood flower. Aying fell to the ground with her head, rolled sideways, and blood gushed from the blood hole in her right temple...

Her blue lips had been bitten through, and her eyes that were gradually losing their luster showed endless anger and nostalgia...
Chapter completed!