The military intelligence personnel under Ke Hua from District 7, plus the six people of Xiao Qinglong, Xiao Baihu, Xiao Zhao, Xinlei, Guangming and Lao Wei, had a total of forty members. These people lost twelve of them in the battle of the villa.

What is military merit? Just from this matter, military merit is the people below who are trying their best to death, while the people above are waiting to receive rewards, such as Ke Hua, Wang Hai, etc.

After evacuating outside Yi City as planned, everyone changed their cars again and rushed directly to a small civil port around District 5.

Roger's identity is very important and must have a very close political relationship with District 5, so after he was tied up, he mobilized many military personnel and police forces to investigate. However, there is no special zone wall in District 5, and his ability to control outside the district is also slightly weak. Therefore, once a person leaves the main urban area, it is no different from finding a needle in a haystack when he wants to catch it.

Ke Hua led everyone to sneak into the small civil port, and temporarily found the hiding place with the local reception staff arranged by the upper level.

After staying here for a day, the big guy boarded the small fishing boat around twelve o'clock the next night and left quickly.

...

Late at night, on the foggy sea, the little white tiger sat on the deck drinking white wine and eating salted fish, turned his head to look at Lao Wei and said, "You said... are you a little tiger? Fuck... I said... I'm going to die, why do you have to come back to save me? Are you not afraid that you can't leave even if you can't leave?"

Old Wei is a little older than Xiaozhao and others, and he speaks very straightforwardly: "You are more important, you can't die... Whenever you have the chance, I will protect you."

"I'm crazy. How much does it cost to get you in a month? As for how hard you are?" Xiao Baihu rolled his eyes.

Old Wei turned his head and looked around: "Be careful when speaking, don't be heard."

"...I just can't understand you. Your life belongs to yours, why don't you care?" Xiao Baihu couldn't figure it out a little, and sat on the deck and shook his head and muttered: "...You don't want to leave if you have a chance, I want to leave, but I don't have a chance, it's painful."

"Do you have any worries?" Old Wei asked.

The little white tiger thought for a moment and replied softly: "I have a wife and children waiting for me. Made. If I weren't caught... I might have saved a lot of money now and live a fairy-like life outside the district."

Lao Wei saw that he was not saying anything more, but patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "Then try to do the rest well, retire after success, and live the life you want."

"I'm afraid I won't wait for that day." The little white tiger sighed and said, "Go back to Tumxia Island... I think it's no different from taking the initiative to enter the crematorium."

"Then let's get drunk today." Old Wei pointed to the other party's wine pot: "Give me a sip."

"Yes, I'll get drunk today." The little white tiger reached out and threw the wine pot over, lay on the deck blowing cold wind, staring at the dark sky in a daze. Perhaps this old dog B also remembered his wife and lovely children.

...

Inside the toilet of the fishing boat.

Xiao Qinglong was holding a cigarette in his mouth, lowering his head and using his cell phone to communicate with District 8.
Chapter completed!