Palmyra, two days after Zhou Qingfeng caused trouble.
The United States accuses Russia of allowing terrorists to attack civilians, and Russia accuses the United States of unprovoked aggression in Syria. The two sides are bickering in the United Nations Security Council, which is boring.
On the battlefield of Palmyra, an investigation team sent by the United Nations quickly arrived to conduct on-site investigation. This multi-national team faced an ancient city that had been completely destroyed to investigate so-called war crimes.
By forging his identity, Fidel, the CIA's senior intelligence officer, infiltrated the team and attended the scene in person. When he stood on the sand covered with flesh and blood, the smell of blood was still extremely strong and pungent.
"A unit of the Nusra Front was massacred here, and we found about a hundred corpses. Most of them were killed by heavy machine guns, and a small number were crushed by tanks." A Syrian official received the investigation team and was responsible for the introduction.
current situation.
It's ridiculous to say that this scene is so similar to when China was bullied by Japan - something happened, the League of Nations sent people to investigate, and then nothing happened. Weak countries should not expect anyone to truly seek justice for themselves.
Fidel held his nose and walked around the scene, hoping to find something. After all, the quality and ability of the Syrians were extremely low, and some omissions were inevitable. But there was nothing else at the scene except scattered corpses.
"Mr. Fidel, the 'Vulture Team' has been sent back to the base in Turkey. Lieutenant Sheldon has woken up and his injury is still stable." The intelligence assistant quietly stepped forward and said.
"Say something useful." Fidel's tone was cold, which also represented his mood at the moment.
"Three of the six SEALs were killed in the battle, and the other three were injured to varying degrees. Lieutenant Shelton said that they were having a brief exchange of fire with the tank driven by the target, and the other party did not entangle with them too much and evacuated on their own initiative.
At present, we have not been able to track the whereabouts of this tank. It can be said that the mission has failed. The only harvest is a few fragments of optical camouflage. The Ministry of National Defense is organizing manpower to conduct research. Its technical level is higher than we imagined, and it is most special.
It’s…”
The intelligence assistant hesitated to speak, as if he was unsure of the authenticity of what he said next. Fidel quickly shouted: "As long as you tell me the current situation, how to judge is my business."
"We found traces of a label on the fragments. It seems that the original label was torn off and a new label was placed on it."
"Special operators like to have something personal on their clothes. Is there anything special about the new label?"
The intelligence assistant scratched his head and said: "The new label is an ancient Chinese character called 'Jin Wen'. We asked a language expert from the National Security Agency to decipher it, and the meaning we got is 'for your Excellency the Legion Commander'."
What?
Fidel was confused. He thought hard and couldn't figure out what it meant? 'Legion Commander'? Who is this person?
The strangest thing is... ancient Chinese characters?
What does this damn situation have to do with China? Who would put this kind of text on a piece of optical camouflage when they are full and have nothing to do?
If Boss Zhou is asked like this, he will definitely say - I pretend that I am very educated and get a gold label to show off, can't I?
"The man we are going to deal with is nicknamed 'Legion Commander'?" Fidel thought of the recently popular 'Victor Hugo', but he could not connect an actor with a super soldier.
"But why did he use an ancient Chinese script?"
A bold guess popped up in Fidel's head, but he could only sigh in his heart, "It is not impossible if China and Russia really join forces. After all, they are currently working on the T-45 power armor project.
A pleasure to work with.”
It's difficult, there are times when Yingjiang is not strong enough to catch it.
Now it is clear that the United States is the only country with overwhelming advantages accumulated over decades in military, technology and finance. For example, our number of aircraft carriers per capita is still very low. When talking about 'per capita' in anything,
We all suffer. It takes a long time to catch up.
Facing a common enemy, it is inevitable for China and Russia to join forces.
Faced with the current situation, Fidel also felt a headache. With the strength of the CIA, it could not openly operate in Syria. Everything had to be cautious. And now the powerful and mysterious super soldier was missing. He closed his eyes and thought for a while.
Then he suddenly asked: "Where is that little girl?"
Little girl? Naturally, it refers to the 'poor little girl' photographed by the drone during yesterday's operation. Fidel asked subconsciously, and the intelligence assistant was also stunned. No one thought about tracking down that inconspicuous little girl.
"Find a way to check, maybe it's a breakthrough." Fidel didn't have many clues at hand to investigate, so he could only count one at a time. "No one can just run around with a child. Our target may be looking for
The place is entrusted to this child."
Zhou Qingfeng was so erratic that no one could tell where he was. But it was much easier to find a child. When the CIA was trying to find another way, Zhou Qingfeng was also saying goodbye to the 'little poor'.
In a small city near Damascus, a bumpy road passes through the scorching desert. A T-72 tank is parked on the roadside, and Valena's power armor is thrown on the tank. Valena, dressed in smart clothes, is leaning against the tank.
Looking at two people not far away, one large and one small, who were about to separate.
"Little guy, my brother wants to say goodbye to you. You go with Sister Valena, she promised me to take good care of you. I hope you can live a good life." Zhou Qingfeng kissed the 'little pitiful' dirty
forehead, trying to comfort her.
But the 'little pitiful' was so choked that she couldn't speak. She held on to Zhou Qingfeng's trouser legs and refused to let go. She sobbed with tears in her eyes. She finally managed to say something, but it was 'Big man, don't leave.
.If you leave, I will die.'
Hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to cry a little. He hadn't been to Syria and didn't know how miserable the people's lives here were. Syrian men are useless, but Syrian children are also affected.
No matter how hard he tried to persuade her, the little guy decided on Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng could only pry her hand away from her trouser leg. He couldn’t do it if he used too much force, but he was afraid of hurting her if he used too much force. When the trouser leg was finally pulled slowly,
After taking off his clothes, the 'little pitiful' burst into tears and stretched out his little hands desperately trying to catch Zhou Qingfeng again.
"Please take good care of her. I am the one who brought disaster to her family. I feel guilty." Zhou Qingfeng handed the 'Little Poor' to Valena, his eyes were a little moist. Looking at the child who was desperately reaching out to him,
He could only turn around and leave.
During the whole process, Valena remained expressionless. It didn't matter even if Valena scratched and bit her in order to break free, she just looked at Zhou Qingfeng's slowly disappearing back and stayed there for a long time.
About half an hour later, several Russian helicopters appeared from the sky. After landing, dozens of special operations personnel jumped out of the cabin and quickly dispersed into a warning formation. One of them, a Russian colonel wearing a big-brimmed hat, hurried to
He came to Valena and asked in a low voice: "Where is the target?"
"Escaped." Valena's interest waned a little and she answered feebly.
"Why didn't you stop him?" the Russian colonel continued to ask.
"I can't stop him, no one can stop him." Valena shrugged, "In order to avoid trouble, he even threw a burden on me."
The Russian colonel looked at the 'little poor' who was still in distress, and then looked at Valena with a cold face, "Major Valena, I am going to remove you from your position now. You must be examined. We suspect that you have
Suspected of betraying the motherland."
"Am I betraying the motherland?" Valena's face flashed with anger, but two soldiers in power armor stood behind her. Four iron palms grabbed her tightly, making her irresistible. After struggling twice, she
His anger could only turn into helpless and bitter self-deprecation and sneer.