When He Hongqiao got to the key point, he suddenly stopped.
Although he had vaguely guessed the outcome, Gong Mingjun still wanted to know what happened next.
He Hongqiao stared at the direction of the cold storage for a long time, and then continued, "Later, instructor Zeng, who negotiated with the criminals alone, used psychological tactics to rescue the girl behind Ma Pinglin. However, she was exchanged as a hostage and was killed by Ma Pinglin.
Ping Lin shot him in the abdomen and stepped on him."
Gong Mingjun couldn't help but sigh. Looking at He Hongqiao who looked sad, he pursed his lips tightly to restrain his grief.
"The instructor did not die at that time. After she was injured, she pretended to be unconscious and waited for an opportunity to snatch the gun in Ma Pinglin's hand. Team Gong and the instructor had a spiritual connection. They just exchanged a glance, and Team Gong simultaneously ordered a sniper attack on Ma Pinglin on the plateau.
command. The instructor caught Ma Pinglin by surprise and attacked Ma Pinglin's gun-holding hand. Team Gong rushed to Ma Pinglin regardless of his own safety and diverted his attention. At this time, Gao Yuan's gun rang out and Ma Pinglin fell to the ground. The instructor also fell down.
She lay on the ground and didn't forget to untie the little girl's body."
Isn't this a good result?
Gong Mingjun looked at He Hongqiao with a sad expression in confusion.
Thinking of something, he exclaimed: "Ma Pinglin is not dead?"
He Hongqiao shook his head, "Gao Yuan's marksmanship has never failed."
Gong Mingjun felt inexplicable grief. The result was already doomed. The cruel reality was that he had lost his eldest brother and sister-in-law, and Xiaoxue had lost his parents. What was the use of asking these questions so hard?
He Hongqiao was immersed in memories and spoke in an extremely gentle tone. He was afraid of disturbing the heroic spirit across the wall, and he was even more afraid that the scene described next would be unbearable for Gong Mingjun.
"It's those two girls... They are Ma Pinglin's illegitimate daughters."
Gong Mingjun's unfocused pupils quickly gathered together, and then slowly turned into ashes.
No need to say any more.
He could already guess what happened next.
The twin girls grew up under the influence of a drug lord father. They not only know how to use guns, but also use explosives. They use innocent disguises and cruel methods to plunge another innocent family into eternal pain.
"Where are the two children? Where are they now? How old are they?" If Gong Xue knew the cause of her parents' death, she would definitely look for them.
He Hongqiao said: "They are ten years old this year and are being held in Dehong Prefecture Detention Center."
Ten years old...
He's only ten years old...
Gong Mingjun didn't know how to relieve the depression in his chest. It was like a turbid and dirty chest that could not be broken, making him feel obscure and heavy every time he touched it.
The two of them were silent. "Click." The thick metal door of the cold storage opened from the inside, and a tall and thin figure stood tall and thin at the door. He nodded to Political Commissar He and his second uncle who had been waiting outside for a long time.
"You can go."
Gong Mingjun's heart suddenly tightened, because the face of the girl standing still under the lamp was as white and transparent as the ice and snow of Antarctica. Her lips were bloodless, and her quiet eyes were even more revealing, which were extraordinarily dark.
The person in charge of the cold storage heard the noise, opened the door with a creak, and walked over.
"You haven't looked at it yet. If you don't look at it, I'll lock the door."
Gong Mingjun shouted, "Wait a minute." He said to He Hongqiao: "I want to see my brother and sister-in-law."
He Hongqiao looked at Gong Xue, who was motionless, and patted Gong Mingjun on the shoulder, "Brother, I'll accompany you!"
Less than ten seconds after people entered, they heard Gong Mingjun's wailing voice, occasionally mixed with He Hongqiao's hoarse persuasion. While the person in charge of the cold storage sighed, he couldn't help but feel more and more strange about the behavior of the girl under the lamp, "
Are those lying inside really your parents?"
The brim of Gong Xue's hat slid down to her eyebrows as she lowered her head, and her thin shoulders were slightly tilted. She stood quietly, as if she had transcended the eerie atmosphere, and turned a deaf ear to the man's questions.
The man snorted and said disdainfully: "What happened to the martyr? If the martyr had a hard-hearted and heartless daughter, he would still be in vain!"
Gong Xue slowly raised her head, glanced coldly at the man, and resumed her previous posture.
It was already past five o'clock in the morning when the military drove off-road from the funeral home. The heavy rain showed no sign of letting up. On the road from Dehong Prefecture to the small town in southern Xinjiang, the accumulated water had reached the curb and rushed onto the flat asphalt road.
It dawned very late, and occasionally cars stuck in water and unable to move were seen on the dark road.
The military off-road vehicle was stopped at an intersection by two traffic policemen wearing raincoats. They soaked their bare feet in the rain and reminded He Hongqiao, who was sitting in the co-pilot, of the road ahead that was blocked by heavy rain.
This was not the first time He Hongqiao and the others encountered such extremely bad weather. He and the driver were very experienced. They turned right from the next intersection onto a country road with poor road conditions and continued driving forward.
There was an endless black sky ahead. The driver's speed was not very fast, but it still caused the people in the car to swing up and down, making their bodies unstable.
He Hongqiao turned around and found Gong Mingjun's head leaning back on the car seat, soundly asleep. His tall body swayed with the bumps of the car, but if he didn't pay attention, he would hit his head on the car window, but was hit by the cushions in the car.
Stay at a safe angle.
Gong Xue, who was leaning against the left window, still maintained her previous posture, motionless like a puppet.
He Hongqiao shook his head, turned around, pressed the knob and pushed the seat back.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't tired. He hadn't slept a wink since the special forces started gathering for Qinghe on February 1. His body had reached the limit of endurance, but he still didn't want to close his eyes and fall asleep.
Once the confusion passes, Captain Gong will let go of his hand and will no longer be able to hold on to him.
The driver pulled out a folding quilt from under the seat and handed it to him, "Political Commissar, go get some sleep. It will take more than half an hour."
He Hongqiao opened the quilt to cover himself, and was just about to rest on it. Thinking of the people behind him, he lifted the quilt again and covered Gong Xue and Gong Mingjun behind.
"Be careful of catching a cold." Seeing Gong Xue's turned gaze, He Hongqiao's heart was suddenly tugged by an external force, and he held his breath in pain.
What a pair of heart-shaking eyes that are...
Under the quiet darkness, there seemed to be a terrifying torrent of emotions dormant. Her sadness was extremely secretive. If he hadn't been shocked, he would have never been able to touch her reality.
Gong Xue pushed away the quilt covering He Hongqiao's body, slowly turned her face away, and fell into silence again.
In the end, Gong Mingjun had the quilt to himself.
He Hongqiao folded his arms and asked the driver seriously: "Have you gone to see the plateau? How is the situation?"
The driver shook his head, "He was not awake when I went there. Doctor Zhang said that fortunately the explosive that injured the plateau was not imported from abroad. Otherwise, he would have been like Captain Gong..."
The political commissar stopped him from saying anything he shouldn't have said with his extremely sharp eyes. The driver suddenly felt that the sky that had just brightened suddenly turned dark again.
The dull atmosphere in the carriage made people breathless.
Just when the driver and soldier who said the wrong thing secretly blamed himself and slapped himself in the face, a hoarse female voice suddenly came from behind him and the political commissar...