Chen Mufeng looked at her, and after staying with his deep and focused gaze for a few seconds, he extended his hand to her: "Hello, I am Chen Mufeng, the leader of this rescue team."
Yao Xiaojing bit her lower lip, her heart suddenly tightened and beat wildly.
She looked at him, hesitated, stretched out her hand to shake his hand: "Hello, I am Yao Xiaojing, the expert here to provide support."
"Welcome!" Chen Mufeng's big hands were dry and strong. He shook them and parted without any regret. He raised his watch to look at the time, faced the entire rescue team, and decisively ordered: "Everyone is here! Get on the plane and let's go!"
The military aircraft roared loudly, and the two people in different moods boarded the latest Y8-A aircraft one after another.
In the cabin, they did not sit together. Chen Mufeng was in the front of the cabin communicating with a Chinese official about the rescue operation on a map, while Yao Xiaojing was sitting quietly at the end of the cabin, looking at the flowing clouds outside the porthole in confusion.
Mu Feng's appearance was simply too unexpected. What surprised her even more was her shock when she saw that he had the same armband as the other players.
Large-caliber anti-material sniper rifle, .45-caliber silent pistol, individual night vision device, "Polaris" navigator, engineer shovel, rope, full-channel wireless phone, and various unique special equipment confirmed her previous
guess.
This is no ordinary special operations force.
It is the 530 Special Operations Group. It is the strongest special forces in China and the only team approved by the Central Military Commission that can operate across the border. The unit directly obeys the orders of the Central Military Commission and its external designation is unknown. The regular troops in the military region
This unit cannot be found in the establishment list, but every word they say may be a national secret. Each of them is a steel warrior tempered with blood.
Conway once served as the deputy leader of the action team and was responsible for combat command, but now he has just saved his life from death, lost his health, lost his flesh and blood, and almost lost his lover. He has lost his glorious career.
From the peak to the trough of despair, all these ups and downs of destiny are closely related to 530.
But her Mu Feng is repeating the same fate as Kangwei.
The mission of the Cheetah Commando is already dangerous enough, but the 530 will only be even worse. They are a special group of people who lick blood and dance on the tip of the knife, struggling to survive in the hail of bullets, and may sacrifice their lives at any time.
Life and the honor of the motherland coexist.
She turned her gaze from the blue sky outside the porthole to Chen Mufeng in the front cabin.
He looked focused, lowered his head and kept sketching on the map, communicating with the officials around him from time to time, and then lowered his head to concentrate on thinking. She had never told Mu Feng that his profile was the most beautiful.
She has thick, long eyebrows on her temples, slightly sunken eyes with bright light, a high bridge of nose, firm lips, and a strong chin. Especially when she is serious about something, her whole body exudes an intoxicating aura.
Military atmosphere.
Yao Xiaojing forgot that she was on a mission and stared at him blankly, her mood extremely complicated.
Dad hid it too well.
She never expected that Yao Zhiyuan would be an insider. He and Mu Feng must have agreed to conceal the fact that Mu Feng joined the 530 Special Operations Group from her, so there was any talk of returning to the Cheetah Commando Group to perform the mission.
Transfers and appointments never happen overnight. How long did Mu Feng think he could keep it a secret from her?
Her silent gaze finally attracted Mu Feng's attention. He put down the pen in his hand, raised the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and cast a deep glance at her.
He told her with complicated eyes: "Okay, Xiaojing!"
She responded to him with sullen eyes: "Just wait, Mu Feng!"
Watching the corners of his lips drop, a glimmer of light rose in her eyes. But this glimmer didn't last for a second, as she was jolted by the ensuing airflow and bounced from her seat.
"Ah----------" she exclaimed, subconsciously tightening the fixture around her.
At first, the plane had only slight turbulence, which was within her tolerance range. But for the next ten minutes or so, the plane was like a cloud and fog, rising and falling. Yao Xiaojing had encountered air turbulence before when flying, but nothing like this.
It made me feel very uncomfortable, I felt like vomiting, I was holding my breath, and I felt a little worse than death.
Feeling that the atmosphere around him was not quite right, he raised his head and was stunned.
All the special forces in the cabin were looking at her, and the special forces not far from her handed her a bottle of water.
"Drink some, you might feel better." Just as he was saying this, there was another big bump. Everyone was holding on to the fixture tightly, with calm and indifferent expressions. Only she suppressed her nausea and closed the door slightly.
Eye.
She didn't know how this group of military masters was trained. Even the pilots didn't pay attention to this trivial matter and didn't even bother to broadcast a reminder.
Just as I was thinking about it, my cheek, which was feeling hot due to nervousness, was suddenly touched by something cool.
She opened her eyes in surprise and saw Chen Mufeng holding water and holding the fixture with one hand, looking at her. The comfortable cold touch just now should have been caused by him touching the water bottle to her face.
"There's airflow, hold on." He said in a low voice with concern.
Then, he lowered his body and got close to her, deliberately blocking the sight of the special forces soldiers, and handed the water bottle into her hand.
For a moment, Yao Xiaojing looked at her lover Mu Feng, who was so close at hand, and was so excited that she wanted to throw herself into his generous arms to seek protection regardless of the situation.
Women all have this instinct similar to coquettishness, but in difficult circumstances, the more frightened the moment, the more she wants to seek warmth and support in the arms of her lover.
Her fingers were about to touch his black combat uniform, but she saw him shaking his head slightly at her with eyes filled with tears.
Xiaojing, no. This is a battlefield, not a warm home.
He communicated with her silently with his eyes.
Her fingertips were frozen in the air, and she finally smiled bitterly, holding the water bottle and raising her hand towards him.