Even a fool can tell that Song Jianfeng is unwilling to let him go, but then again, no matter how powerful a company is, it cannot defeat powerful agencies. If the national security and the military want to recruit Liu Handong, no one can stop him.
Aishan was handed over to the National Security Department by the military, and the incident came to an end. Within the National Security Bureau, there was also a discussion on whether to recruit Liu Handong specifically.
All of Liu Handong's files have been acquired by the Ministry of National Security and advanced to administrative review. He is almost flawless in this regard. His great-grandfather was a cultural figure in the old society, his grandfather was an underground party member, and the deputy commander of the Jiangbei Military Division. His father, Liu Kaihua, was an army captain and a reconnaissance officer.
An officer of the brigade, he died in Vietnam during the Liangshan War in the 1980s. Liu Handong himself was also a soldier and had achieved second-class merit. After retiring, he served as a special police officer and an anti-drug policeman. He had many face-to-face confrontations with criminals and killed two people.
I can’t even count them with my hands.
Of course, there are problems. Liu Handong is a frequent visitor to the detention center. He commits crimes every now and then. He was also sentenced to a fixed-term prison sentence plus suspended sentence by the court. However, this sentence was later revoked by the High Court. These are not a problem for the security department.
A capable person must be able to withstand hardships, and the Ministry of Security will look down upon an honest person who follows the rules.
"This person has excellent psychological quality, not to mention his physical skills. He is simply a natural killer." Wu Zi'en, deputy director of the Ministry of Security in charge of counter-terrorism, praised.
"Then let's recruit him specially. We don't need to prepare him for the establishment first. We will use him for peripheral work first." The director of the Operations Division saw Liu Handong's performance in Afghanistan and admired this bold and careful young man.
"It also depends on the opinions of the local authorities. Even if you have a clean history and are agile, you still need to be able to use it. People who can't control it will cause trouble for themselves." The leader in charge of human resources considers the problem more carefully and prudently.
"Don't worry, we can't compete with the military for people, let's see their attitude first." Wu Zien said.
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In Beijing, somewhere in the West Mountain stands the secret location of the military administrative area. The small brick-red building is hidden in the greenery. The asphalt road is spotless. The shrubs on the roadside are carefully trimmed. The soldiers standing guard in front of the small building are all selected.
He was tall, with a slender waist, an ocher-red armed belt and a cowhide holster, and his white-gloved hands neatly and elegantly directed the car in front of him to enter the parking space.
The visitor was riding in a grass-green Warrior off-road vehicle with a Beijing Military Region license plate. The driver was an army lieutenant colonel in a neat military uniform. He was walking in a hurry. He returned the military salute to the sentry, walked quickly into the small building, and bumped into someone.
Full of heart.
"Arhat, are you back?" The person opposite was an Army colonel, but he was polite and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He was Xiao Liao, the secretary of General Luo Kegong.
"Yes, I just got off the plane. Secretary Liao, how is the vice president's condition?" Luo Han asked. His uncle has not been in good health recently and has some heart problems. He may not be able to withstand the strong stimulation.
"It's okay, I just took the medicine." Secretary Liao looked back cautiously, "If we are talking about work, I advise you not to go in now."
"No, it's a family matter." Luo Han nodded to Secretary Liao and walked to the study door. He raised his hand but couldn't knock it down.
"Arhat, why don't you come in?" Uncle's majestic voice came from the room.
Unable to hide everything from the old guy, Arhat unscrewed the door handle and walked in. He stood at attention, took off his military cap and tucked it under his arm, waiting for his uncle's order.
Luo Kegong was reviewing documents without raising his head. Behind him were the military and party flags. The bright red color reflected his gray hair. The old man's shoulders were a little thin.
"Second dad." Luohan shouted.
"Sit down and tell me what you have to say. I don't have time to chat with you." Luo Kegong made a big cross on a document and threw it aside.
Arhat opened his briefcase, took out a red silk bag, stepped forward and placed it in front of Luo Kegong.
Luo Kegong slowly took off his reading glasses and untied the red silk bag. What came into view was an old May 4th-style pistol, lying quietly in front of him. On the sleeve were three vigorous small characters "Luo Keqiang", which stimulated the old man.
The pupils shrank.
"You stopped by to see your father again." Luo Kegong took the gun in his hand and rubbed it. Although his tone was stern, Luo Han did not panic and said calmly: "No, I got this from someone else."
"Oh?" Luo Kegong checked the pistol, sniffed the barrel, and said, "This gun was fired recently."
"Yes, not only was it fired, but blood was also seen, and seven or eight people were killed. The gun is still old." Arhat was faintly excited, "My father's soul must be attached to this gun."
"Tell me what happened." Luo Kegong put the gun aside.
Arhat narrated the whole story and finally said: "Second dad, I request to send someone to pick up dad's remains. If possible, I want to go there myself."
Luo Kegong didn't hesitate: "Approved."
"Thank you, Second Dad." Luo Han became excited, "I have another request, let Liu Handong go with me. He knows the specific location where the bones are buried."
"Common people, don't get involved. They have no obligation to help you." Luo Kegong immediately refused.
Arhat scratched his head. He would only do this seemingly childish action in front of his uncle: "But, Second Dad, I think we should absorb him. This boy's courage and skill are first-rate, and he is a useful talent."
"It's not your decision to recruit people. You can go back." Luo Kegong always had a cold attitude towards his nephew, and Luo Han didn't find it strange. He saluted and turned to leave.
Listening to the sound of the Warrior off-road vehicle's engine receding outside, Luo Kegong put on his reading glasses again, rang the bell and called the guard in and said, "Xiao Li, help me bring in a set of gun cleaning tools."
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Zheng Jiayi signed up for a flight training class on behalf of Liu Handong and learned to fly a Cessna 172R aircraft at Dingling Airport near the Ming Tombs. Forty hours of theory plus forty hours of flight training were required. After passing the exam, he could
The total cost of obtaining a civil aircraft pilot's license is RMB 120,000, and of course Zhongyanhuang pays for it.
Liu Handong was taking an aerodynamics class when suddenly someone knocked on the door of the classroom, poked his head in and said, "Liu Handong, someone is looking for me."
Sitting in the corridor was Arhat in casual clothes. He asked directly: "Liu Handong, are you willing to go to Afghanistan again?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Retrieve the remains of Comrade Luo Keqiang."
"become!"
Arhat stretched out his hand and the two men high-fived each other in the air.
"I will contact you." Arhat walked away.
Two days later, Liu Handong skipped school and went to Xiyuan Airport with Luo Han, where they boarded a military transport plane used to transport the Eighth Route Army. There were only five people on the plane, all of whom were extremely cold and tough men. One of them was Cheng Weiguo, a young soldier Liu Handong had met in the Northeast.
Arhat introduced everyone. He didn’t have a real name, he was just a code name. His code name was Camel, and the others were called Mandrill, Nighthawk, Worker Bee, and Whale Shark.
"Do I have a code name?" Liu Handong asked.
"Just call me Tiger, and my English call sign is Tagore." Arhat said without hesitation, "This code name suits you."
People who have actually been on the battlefield have their eyes high, but these people dare not look down on Liu Handong, because the tiger has a smell that they are very familiar with, and it is the smell of the same kind.
They got along very harmoniously, except for one thing: during the boring and long journey, there was no smoking or drinking to relieve boredom. Luo Han told Liu Handong that when performing tasks, smoking and drinking are absolutely prohibited, and even spicy food is not allowed.
"We don't have any hobbies except fighting." Mandrill, Cheng Weiguo, explained proudly.
Yunba flew to Urumqi, transferred to a passenger plane and continued to Islamabad, then crossed the border into Afghanistan by car. Based on the coordinates provided by the satellite phone, he successfully found the small mountain village where Liu Handong once lived.
The martyr's grave is in a field of poppies. In front of the slightly raised mound, there is a decayed wooden sign with Arabic letters engraved on it, which is a modified Pashto script.
Like his father, Arhat was proficient in Arabic and Pashto. He recognized the text on the tombstone as meaning: Tomb of the Chinese. Here is buried a brave warrior who gave his life to resist the Soviet Union. Yours.
No one knows your name, but your deeds will last forever.
"Stand at attention!" Luo Han gave the order, and six Chinese soldiers lined up in front of the tomb to solemnly pay military salutes.
After a simple ceremony, everyone took out military shovels to dig the grave. Several men worked together and soon dug out the remains. Afghanistan is arid and rainless, and there is a lack of underground water. After digging three feet, there was still dry soil. The remains were relatively well preserved.
Seeing a bullet hole in the skull proves that the martyr committed suicide.
Arhat packed his father's remains in a black body bag. Everyone filled the pit, saluted again, and left with the remains.
After returning to Pakistan, everyone took Air China from Islamabad to Urumqi, and then transferred to the Eighth Army aircraft in Urumqi to return to Beijing.
On the plane, Luo Han handed Liu Handong a bag: "Put this on instead."
Liu Handong opened the bag, and inside was a brand new uniform of an army noncommissioned officer, including leather shoes and a hat. The epaulettes showed the rank of sergeant, which was the rank he held before retiring.
The military uniform numbers fit perfectly, and Liu Handong was in the right size. The other five people also changed into military uniforms. Nighthawk wore a blue air force uniform, Whale Shark wore a white navy uniform, and except Mandrill, who wore a cadet epaulette, the rest were officers.
The lowest level is also a lieutenant.
Luo Keqiang's remains were placed in a beautiful solid wood coffin, fixed in the center of the cabin, and covered with a military flag.
We were speechless and drowsy all the way, and finally flew to Xiyuan Airport in the capital. The Y8 landed at the end of the runway. The rear cabin door opened. Six soldiers put on white gloves, lifted Luo Keqiang's coffin, and slowly got off the plane.
On one side of the runway was an honor guard composed of 101 army soldiers, with black riding boots and shiny bayonets. The commander drew his sword out of its sheath and shouted an order. The soldiers all raised their rifles in salute.
"Forward, forward, forward, our team is facing the sun, stepping on the land of the motherland, carrying the hope of the nation..." The exciting melody of the People's Liberation Army military song sounded, and the six coffin bearers marched forward. In the distance, led by Luo Kegong
A group of high-ranking military officers were waiting eagerly, and the stars were shining brightly in the sun.
Unconsciously, Liu Handong's eyes were already wet. At this moment, he made up his mind to return to the army.