Walking over and squatting down, He Zhenzhong grabbed her collar, dragged her in front of him, looked into her eyes, and shouted loudly: "At least they still have corpses left, and one of our brothers is inside.
In the center of the explosion, even the ashes were gone."
Boom.
After letting go, the woman suddenly fell to the ground and looked at He Zhenzhong blankly.
"Look, this is his family photo, parents, wife, son, how happy he is. But he was attacked by terrorists and captured. He was tortured inside until he was dying. No part of his body was intact.
Three fingers were chopped off. Is he pitiful? Ah? I wanted to save him, you know? I wanted to save him, but he didn't want to implicate me, so he kicked me out of the car and drove into those people.
Oil tank."
Hearing He Zhenzhong's roar and seeing the tears falling down his face, the female doctor was completely stunned. She had never thought that a man could cry so sadly, just like a child. Moreover, what he said was
Really? Doesn't that guy know that if he does that, he will be shattered to pieces?
She found that she could not understand the assassins in front of her at all. They would kill people without even blinking an eye, but they would cry so sadly, knowing that they would die without a burial if they had a chance to be killed.
He was rescued, but he chose to seek his own death.
When Situ Lingfeng and others heard this, their bodies were shocked. The smile on their faces because He Zhenzhong survived disappeared, and was replaced by a deep sadness. They did not expect that a Chinese armed policeman would be arrested.
And he did such a decisive thing.
He Zhenzhong turned around, stared straight ahead, and shouted loudly: "Salute."
Everyone took off their hats, put away their guns, raised their hands, and saluted.
Looking at the big pit that was still smoking, He Zhenzhong took a deep breath. He seemed to see the face of the armed police captain again, and his words seemed to echo in his ears again.
"Have a good trip." He Zhenzhong murmured, holding the photo tightly with his left hand. He would keep this photo well. If he could go back, he would personally hand it over to the parents, wife and children of the armed police captain.
Everyone was silent, looking ahead with sadness in their eyes.
A brave, iron-blooded Chinese armed police soldier stayed here forever for his faith, for his motherland, and for his brothers and sisters in arms, in this foreign country thousands of miles away from his motherland.
This may also be the best destination for a soldier.
A few minutes later.
"Death, what should we do next?"
"Ambush their reinforcements." He Zhenzhong turned his head and said in a deep voice: "With such a big movement here, those people must have gotten the news a long time ago. Given the importance of this base, there will definitely be high-level officials coming to check and kill those people.
Then continue to deepen, our mission is to continue to attack and severely damage this organization."
"yes."
He Zhenzhong turned his head, looked at Long Tianqi, pointed to a hilltop in front of him, and asked: "Can you calculate the location of the explosion? When the explosion occurs, it will collapse and bury some people alive."
"I'll check it out. If there are cracks or the soil is relatively soft, it will work."
"Yeah." He Zhenzhong nodded and looked at Lin Zhenlong, "Deploy some traps to prevent those people from running around."
"yes."
"Others, take turns to be on guard, eat something to replenish your strength."
"yes."
Soon, He Zhenzhong and others walked into the jungle on the hillside again, sat down, leaned on the tree trunks, took out the food they had collected from the previous terrorists, and ate it.
Ga.
He Zhenzhong raised his head, looked at the female doctor, frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed a bag of dry food and threw it over.
After catching the dry food, the female doctor did not leave.
"What?" He Zhenzhong raised his eyebrows.
"You have injuries on your back." The female doctor said softly.
There was indeed a burning pain on his back. It must have been stabbed in by some broken metal fragments that flew up when he jumped out of the car. It shouldn't be a big problem, so he ignored it.
Looking at the female doctor, He Zhenzhong said calmly: "Don't you really want me, the devil's executioner, to die?"
The female doctor gritted her teeth and hummed in a low voice: "I have never changed my mind. However, I am a doctor and there are wounded people. I cannot ignore or ignore them."
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He Zhenzhong glanced at her in surprise, as if he had wrongly blamed her. In fact, this woman has been living in an ideal. How can she persist in it? It is indeed very rare, but she is a little too naive.
"Hurry up, take off your clothes. In this environment, even a small wound must be treated, otherwise it will be easily infected." The female doctor came over.
He Zhenzhong shrugged, "Are you sure you want to treat this demon's wounds?"
The female doctor gritted her teeth and nodded.
He Zhenzhong was also unambiguous. The wound must be treated urgently. Otherwise, if it becomes infected, the subsequent battles will be affected.
After taking off her clothes, the female doctor's big eyes immediately widened. He Zhenzhong's body was densely covered with various scars, which looked a bit scary.
How many injuries has this guy suffered? She murmured to herself, staring at He Zhenzhong in disbelief. He clearly looked so young, almost the same age as her.
Turning around, He Zhenzhong grabbed a piece of dry food and gnawed on it, "Hurry up, those terrorists will come over at any time."
After coming back to her senses, she stepped forward, squatted down, and looked carefully at He Zhenzhong's back. There were many small iron pieces on it, which were deeply embedded in the flesh.
"Have you brought any medicine?"
"There is it in the backpack."
The female doctor took He Zhenzhong's backpack, opened it, rummaged around quickly, took out the anti-inflammatory medicine, then picked up his water bottle, poured it down, and carefully cleaned He Zhenzhong's wounds.
"May I have your name?"
Hearing this, the female doctor whispered: "Theresa."
"Mother Teresa?" He Zhenzhong wondered. This is the name of the most famous nun in the century. She is a Nobel Peace Prize winner and is respected by people from all over the world.
"Well, she is my idol."
"No wonder you want me to die so much."
"No one is born a bad person, they are just temporarily blinded." Teresa whispered, "Moreover, killing does not reduce evil, only reform is the only way."
Is this preaching to him? He Zhenzhong curled his lips. Unfortunately, he is a soldier and does not believe in this.