On a broken cement road, a motorcycle was speeding.

Zhang Kun drove the motorcycle silently, while Zhuo Qiang flew aside with an angry look on his face.

"What exactly do you want to make a call for me?" Zhuo Qiang said angrily.

Zhang Kun was silent.

Zhuo Qiang gasped heavily, trying to calm the anger in his heart, but his eyes still couldn't help but look at Zhang Kun like a fire. Finally, Zhuo Qiang gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"Okay, I'm not afraid to tell you that the top secret information stolen by that criminal gang is a top-level military document, and its value is absolutely unimaginable. Do you really want to be indifferent?"

Listening to Zhuo Qiang's endless anger, Zhang Kun finally opened his mouth gently: "Will China be destroyed if it loses this document? No. But if my family has an accident, they will die."

"I don't understand the righteousness of the country, nor do I want to understand it. Now I just hope that my family can live and live well."

"Even if the document you mentioned is worth hundreds of billions or hundreds of billions, compared to my family, it can be abandoned for me."

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Zhuo Qiang smiled anxiously: "Give up? You said so easily. You don't understand its value at all. That document is the latest research result obtained by more than a dozen top scientists in our country for nearly ten years. His value cannot be measured by money."

"Once this document is obtained by the enemy's forces, the efforts of those dozen scientists over the past decade will be gone."

"That document contains the latest research progress of our country's weapons, several of which are the latest technologies that will be equipped with our army. If they are acquired and cracked by overseas forces, in the future, countless soldiers in our country will die in battle."

"Yes, your family is your family, but have you ever thought about the families of those soldiers, those soldiers who stole this document and died in the battlefield, what would happen to their families?"

"If these soldiers really die on the battlefield because of this document in the future, then you are the murderer who killed them, you executioner." Zhuo Qiang said word by word.

As soon as Zhuo Qiang finished speaking, a sudden sound of brake suddenly came from the dilapidated road. On the ground, a long black mark was hanging under Zhang Kun's motorcycle tires.

Zhang Kun pressed the brake tightly, his eyes were a little ecstatic, and he breathed slightly in his breath.

Soldiers, soldiers, died in battle... on the battlefield.

For some reason, Zhang Kun's mind suddenly appeared. The young faces he saw in the Xin'an earthquake, wearing dark green military uniforms, ran in the broken ruins, trying to save lives.

In the early stage of disaster relief, there was no food or water source, and I ate mud and water instant noodles, water was soup, noodles were food, and mud and sand were used as seasonings.

If you have tools, use tools. If you don’t have tools, your hands are tools. There, Zhang Kun has seen countless bloody hands, no bandages, no alcohol, only loess covered the wound.

Under the dark starry sky, there is no moon or stars. The dark green military uniform lies on the mud, the sky is made of quilts, the ground is made of beds, and the wet and cold air is air conditioning, which makes people shivering.

The disaster area after the earthquake was not without food and water. In addition to the food and water brought by Zhang Kun, when the troops arrived, they also brought some food and medicine with the army. However, the people after the disaster needed food and water to soothe their terrified hearts.

People who are injured after the disaster need first aid medicine.

The elderly and children after the disaster need tents to survive the cold night.

So, the dark green military uniforms are gone, just because they are soldiers.

Soldiers, executioners, family members...

Zhang Kun suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhuo Qiang next to him: "Do you regret it?"

Zhuo Qiang's face was slightly stunned, and even his anger seemed to freeze in an instant, and he didn't understand what Zhang Kun meant.

"Due to this mission, your family has lost you, or rather, you have lost your family, lost your life, lost the world, lost everything, do you regret it? If you can give you another chance, you..."

Before Zhang Kun finished speaking, Zhuo Qiang seemed to understand what Zhang Kun meant. Zhuo Qiang's anger slowly calmed down, and then a trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Repent? How could I not regret it? My wife and I have been married for less than four years, my daughter is less than two years old, my parents are still in their fifties, and I have not fulfilled my filial piety yet. However, if I were given another chance to choose, I would still choose to participate in this task."

"If it is my sacrifice to obtain these news, then I will have no regrets when I die."

"I am a soldier." Zhuo Qiang said firmly.

Soldiers?

Zhang Kun recited these three words silently in his mind, and the young faces he saw in the Xin'an earthquake appeared in his mind again.

They are soldiers, too.

Executioner….

"Give me another ten minutes, and I'll call you in ten minutes. This is my bottom line." Zhang Kun turned his head and looked at Zhuo Qiang next to him.

Ten minutes were enough for Zhang Kun to rush back to his grandmother's house, and then as agreed, after making the phone call, he took his mother and grandmother away from Taixian Town. This should be enough for him to escape to a safe enough place before the army arrived.

When Zhuo Qiang heard Zhang Kun change his words suddenly, he was stunned at first, and then a hint of surprise appeared on his face: "Okay, ten minutes are only ten minutes, wait, wait, what time is it now?"

Zhang Kun looked at Zhuo Qiang strangely, then took out his cell phone: "Ten o'clock..."

There were two tens of ten behind Zhang Kun and didn't say it again, but Zhuo Qiang had already seen the time displayed on Zhang Kun's mobile phone.

Zhuo Qiang fell silent, his face instantly gloomy.

It's too late.

Even if Zhang Kun called to report now, the troops had to complete the encirclement from receiving information, then arranging personnel, and then rushing to Taixian Town...

To accomplish this, it is absolutely impossible to rely on the police force of Taixian Town. It must be at the county level or above, and it must be the joint force of the military and police.

The connection time between criminals and overseas forces is twelve o'clock, one hour and fifty minutes, which is definitely not enough to complete all the actions in this series.

Zhuo Qiang figured these things out in an instant, obviously, so did Zhang Kun.

One person and one ghost fell silent at the same time.

It seems that this person has become a ghost after his death, and his concept of time has begun to become thinner. He has not realized that more than two hours have passed. Zhuo Qiang's heart is full of bitterness.

And Zhang Kun didn't know whether to be happy or regretful in his silence.

In this case, the possibility of conflict and gunfights between criminals and overseas forces and troops has been infinitely reduced, so the safety of my mother and grandmother should be fine.

However, when Zhang Kun thought of the three words "executioner" that Zhuo Qiang angrily just now, he couldn't be happy.

Will there really be many soldiers who died on the battlefield because of this document?

If so, then, is he an executioner?

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me?

Zhang Kun lowered his head, and there was only the roar of the motorcycle engine on the entire road.

Suddenly, Zhuo Qiang raised his head and looked at Zhang Kun with a trace of decisiveness flashing in his eyes.

"Help me find someone!"
Chapter completed!