Duan Tianya was sitting on the plane. There were only two people in the huge cabin. The roar of the plane was not hitting his eardrums.
Chen Cao was sitting opposite, closing his eyes and concentrating. The sound of the helicopter propeller motor did not disturb him. Although he could see the scenery below from the helicopter window, he did not feel any emotion at all.
Come and enjoy.
"We are almost at our destination!" Duan Tianya took out a yellowed file bag from his arms, looked at Chen Cao who slowly opened his eyes and said, "Now it's time to let you know the whole plan!
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Chen Cao chose to remain silent regarding Duan Tianya's words. For him, when performing tasks, all unplanned and irrelevant words would be filtered out in his mind.
Duan Tianya took out a photo from the file bag and said, "Now, let me inform you about their basic situation!" Duan Tianya said, and took out a photo from the file bag. The first one was of a person with a belt.
Wearing glasses, he looks like a gentle man with a sharp chin.
Duan Tianya pointed at the photo and said: "This person's codename is "Tianhu" and he is a major-level intelligence officer in the school. Your first task is to rescue him. You will see him alive, but you will see his body dead!"
Chen Cao nodded and scanned the photo slowly. Because the intelligence organization is a highly confidential unit of 0611, he rarely sees the people inside, so he must strengthen his memory.
When he looked back at Duan Tianya from the photo, Duan Tianya understood, pulled out two photos from inside, and said with a bitter look on his face: "I think you should be familiar with these two people!"
When Chen Cao put his eyes on the photo, his pupils suddenly dilated and he felt his heart beating faster. He was so familiar with these two people.
Zhou Hongye and Yu Hongxiu!
Duan Tianya observed Chen Cao's expression carefully, and after a long time, he said in a tone without any emotion: "Treat them both with the same standards!"
Chen Cao's violently heaving chest gradually calmed down, and he still nodded slightly.
Facing Chen Cao's expression, Duan Tianya didn't have any words of comfort. He just put the photo in his hands and rubbed it slightly. The photo immediately turned into powder. For a task that was about to become a reality, it was useless to say anything. Then
, he once again informed Chen Cao of the specific details and procedures.
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The Republic's helicopters cannot get close to the battlefield, otherwise they will be positioned by satellites, and if they are charged with participating in the war without authorization, they will be drowned in the world's public opinion. Therefore, Chen Cao landed in a small town called Mimilu.
Plane, this is almost thousands of miles away from Audelu.
And just after getting off the plane, there was already a man wearing a large sleeved robe waiting somewhere. No matter which direction you looked at him, he didn't look like a professional soldier, because this intelligence officer seemed to be very good at disguise. He had slightly bald hair and was quite straight.
He has a beer belly and looks to be at least in his fifties. He is covered in jewels. The ruby ring on his finger looks almost as big as a bird's egg. He has a pleasant face and shows two big gold teeth when he smiles. Seeing that his superiors sent such a person
The young special forces soldier was a little surprised when he came to perform such a special mission.
Judging from his complexion and skin, if he hadn't lived in the desert for a long time and had grown long horns, he could still be considered a Dachen countryman.
"Old Duan, is this the elite, so young!" The intelligence officer stretched out his hand, gave Chen Cao a close hug, and introduced himself in fluent Mandarin: "Chen Cao, right? My nickname is Chen Cao.
The name "Vulture" is your direct contact for this mission. You don't need to know the name. Haha, this is the discipline of the organization!"
Duan Tianya seemed to be used to the vulture's familiarity. He didn't stop for a long time, turned around and walked onto the plane. The moment the cabin was about to close, he suddenly said: "Chen Cao!"
Chen Cao turned his head and looked at Duan Tianya.
Duan Tianya felt that the hurricane stirred up by the propeller made his eyes a little dry. He opened his mouth, and the wind rushed into his neck. The thousands of words in his mouth were blocked in his chest. He waved his hand and shouted: "We are waiting.
you come back!"
Chen Cao nodded, and with a crash, the door of the helicopter cabin closed, and the plane quickly took off from the ground.
The vulture's face moved slightly, and he continued to squeeze out a few gaps on his fat face, and said with a smile: "Okay, my elite, our time is very tight, next, we should give you some modifications!"
Chen Cao spread his hands and said, "When I get to your place, I'll do whatever you want!"
Then, under the laughter of the vulture, Chen Cao followed him into the depths of the town.
It was night, and Chen Cao was sitting in the passenger seat of a dilapidated pickup truck. The vulture didn't do much to cover up for him, but just tattooed a "¤" that radiated flames on his arm.
It is the symbol of an underground party cult organization in Gabon, a small country in East Asia, and his identity is the eldest son of the leader of this organization, his name is Matsumoto Shuhito, and he provides military assistance to the Odru resistance organization, which is already in full swing of the war.
It was getting closer and closer to the battlefield, and Chen Cao could smell the smell of gunpowder not far away.
The driver of the pickup truck was a young man who grew up in a typical desert. He also had a pistol on the front desk of the car and a Czech submachine gun in front of the driving position. This shows how bad the security situation here is.
In the carriage, the young man was humming tribal songs softly in the indigenous language. The carriage was driving slowly on the road, and the people in the carriage were drowsy.
Before that, Chen Cao had changed countless snake heads and gone through countless interrogations. It was already three days after he arrived here. But with the help of the vulture, most of them got through it safely. It seems that the vulture is here.
The business is going well, but I wonder if he is a former student of 0611? Chen Cao sat in the car and thought boredly, if so, how powerful 0611 is.
Stop... Just when Chen Cao's thoughts were floating in the deep sea, the black young man suddenly stopped the car.
He muttered to Chen Cao, and then jumped out of the car. Chen Cao saw that he was not holding a weapon, but continued to shout to himself in the indigenous language, and demonstrated the movements. He held his head with both hands and lay on the ground.
Got in the car.
Chen Cao understood that the first target station to be reached was reached.
At this time, it was already dark outside the door, surrounded by withered and yellowing wild cactus and unknown drought-tolerant plants. Along with a faint beam of light, there were already several muzzles pointed at the black hole.
Chen Cao knew that he had reached the territory of this organization.
Chen Cao looked at the military watch hanging on his wrist. It was almost time. He smiled slightly and jumped out of the car calmly. A look of horror appeared on his face. He held his head with both hands and screamed in Gabonese Mandarin.
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At this time, a man who looked like a leader walked over, holding a powerful assault AK rifle in one hand. He grabbed Chen Cao's hair and gave Chen Cao a fierce look. He seemed to enjoy Chen Cao's surprised expression.
He pressed his head against the car window.
With a bang, Chen Cao's head hit the edge of the door hard, and he fell to the ground with stars in his eyes.
Haha... This group of members of the resistance organization laughed mockingly, their voices full of cold-blooded aura.
Chen Cao was not angry, but with a smile that made him feel sick, he wiped the blood on his forehead and put his hand into his arms.
The little leader immediately raised his gun with vigilance, pointed it at Chen Cao's head, and roared at Chen Cao, apparently warning him not to act rashly.
Chen Cao was still smiling slightly, and with a pop, he suddenly knelt on the ground, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and held a bright pen in his hand.
The members of the resistance organization were suddenly startled by Chen Cao's strange behavior, but they quickly saw the shining pure gold pen in his hand, and their eyes were filled with greed.
The little leader's eyes also lit up. In the desert, the resistance fighters have been in war for a long time, and almost all of them are semi-literate. The residents basically read few or no books, and the scriptures praising the true God are almost passed on by word of mouth.
, and learning writing is basically a patent for the nobility, and the stationery they learn is limited to pencils. Fountain pens are already rare, let alone pure gold.
The little boss obviously read a little bit. He took the pen from Chen Cao's hand, touched it in his hand, looked at it again and again, then bared his white teeth, smiled happily and patted Chen Cao.
On his shoulders, he even forgot to help Chen Cao up.
Chen Cao stood up on his own, patted the dust on his pants, with a smile on his face, as if he had forgotten that he had just hit his head violently, and took out the letter of introduction that he had prepared.
He handed it over to the little boss who was very excited with the pen.
Of course the writing on the paper is in Aboriginal language.
The little boss glanced at the content on the paper in confusion. He, who already had a good impression of Chen Cao, screamed at the surrounding resistance fighters. The group of resistance fighters immediately put away their weapons, but there was a strange feeling in their eyes.
The watch on Chen Cao's wrist showed greed.
The little leader's unshaven face had a cracked lip that had been dehydrated for a long time. He smiled, gave Chen Cao a deep hug, patted him hard on the back three times, and then faced
He made a welcoming gesture unique to desert people and shouted: "Ula!"
Chen Cao understood that Wula meant welcome. He rolled up his sleeves and smiled slightly, as if he didn't mind the gap just now.
Seeing the fiery red sun tattoo on Chen Cao's arm, the little leader was even more surprised and lowered his body lower. Even though he knew that Chen Cao was the son of the East Asian underground party cult organization and was delivering weapons and support to them, he only expressed his expression.
Respectfully, he gently put the pure gold pen into his sleeve.
Chen Cao curled his lips, touched his slightly swollen forehead, and thought to himself, this place is really poor, but this will make things much easier!"