Just as he stood up from the sofa, Qin Fei saw several strong men carrying a magazine with a huge black zipper pocket on it and applying seriously to come out of the room on the first floor.
These British people are members of the logistics support force of MI17, and the black bags they are carrying are actually body bags.
Qin Fei and Mist both knew what was inside.
It's Joyce.
Several people carried Joyce's body directly into the garage and put the body into a large van they drove.
George walked out of the equipment room next to the garage and stood by the door with a sad look on his face, looking very lonely.
Mist struggled to get up from the sofa and followed Qin Fei limping to George's side.
Several strong men carefully opened the back door of the van and then carried Joyce into the car.
A faint sadness filled the air silently.
The car door closed and the electric rolling shutter slowly rose. In the dim garage, Qin Fei saw something shiny flashing in the corner of George's eyes.
The technical officer suddenly raised his writing hand and saluted with a military salute.
Almost subconsciously, Mist and Qin Fei also raised their hands and saluted.
This is the simplest and most direct way to express respect for deceased soldiers.
The car left the safe house, the door was closed, the garage door roller shutter was lowered again, and everything returned to darkness.
Qin Fei wanted to comfort George, but had no way of speaking.
George stood stupidly by the door for a moment, then turned and returned to the equipment room.
"I'm going to make a call." Qin Fei repeated this sentence again.
Mist shrugged and said nothing. At this time, silence seemed to be better than sound.
Qin Fei went upstairs, returned to his room, took out his satellite phone and dialed Mr. An's number.
"Old man, am I not disturbing your rest so late?"
"No, I haven't slept tonight. I received the latest intelligence briefing from there, saying that MI17 and an American covert operations department were fighting in the Soweto area. You reported your whereabouts before, so I guessed
It will be related to you, but I haven’t received your request for support beforehand, so it’s inconvenient to send someone for fear of ruining your plan. Call me now, do you need my help in any way?”
Mr. An is always well-informed.
"Yeah, I almost died." Qin Fei smiled bitterly, and suddenly Joyce sounded.
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
After a while, Mr. An said: "Boy, I know that I feel wronged by you, and I also know that you are under more pressure and danger than anyone in the 0 unit. After all, as long as you need it, I can send the most elite troops right away.
Strength to support you."
"No, there is no need for too obvious support." Qin Fei said: "I cooperate well with the ghost team. Being too public will affect my plan and others will doubt my identity."
"You are right. This is why I dare not meddle in all your affairs rashly. You are now a kite flying independently. Because of this, you have the greatest freedom of all people, except for me and 0
No one in the army knows your identity. If you have too much contact with us, it will not do you any good, at least..."
Mr. An sighed and said: "At least a top-secret operations department like MI17 will not cooperate with you."
"Yeah, they trust me now."
"Well, after all, we are people who have experienced life and death together." Mr. An heard the slight depression in Qin Fei's tone and asked, "You seem to be in a bad mood."
"Yes, a female officer of MI17 died tonight, and a lieutenant was shot and is currently being rescued in the safe house. I don't know if he will survive. The injury is very serious..." Qin Fei said.
Mr. An said: "I understand...are you injured?"
"A little skin injury, just a stray bullet, nothing serious."
Qin Fei remembered the almost personal close-range shooting in the darkness of the police station. Qin Fei didn't think too much at that time, and there was no time for him to think too much. He just gave it a try to survive, but when he came back
In the car, Qin Fei thought about it more and more, but he became more and more afraid. They were shooting at each other in such a small place. If he could save his own life, it would be because the ancestral graves were smoking.
"Old man, I'm under a lot of pressure..." Qin Fei sat in a chair, looking up at the night sky outside the window not far in front of him.
The various pressures I have faced recently are suddenly coming from all directions like a tide.
The feeling of being caught in a spider's web made him suddenly feel so powerless.
Qin Fei considers himself a very confident person. He believes that he can cope with any situation he faces.
This can also be said to be a kind of stubbornness and self-esteem.
He always felt that he could not embarrass himself, his father, or the army.
My father endured the humiliation and suffered the infamy and endured humiliation under Fan Tianlong for so many years to collect intelligence. Why is it more difficult for him than others?
However, at this moment, he really felt the pressure.
"Are there any difficulties?" Mr. An was obviously surprised by Qin Fei's performance. At least after Qin Fei left Unit 0 and left Country Z to assume his current role as a free man, he had never been so depressed, and he had never tried
I have never been so depressed.
"Or are you afraid of death because you saw other people die?"
"I'm not afraid of death!" Qin Fei shook his head and said, "I just feel powerless."
He sighed and summed up the complex situation he was currently facing, the cornerstone projects, MI17, MI6 and the unknown difficulties faced by Colombia, as well as the doubts he had always had about the forces behind Mist - just like pouring beans to Mr. An.
Said aside.
This talk lasted for more than ten minutes.
Mr. An listened quietly and did not interrupt Qin Fei once.
He suddenly realized that he had always regarded Qin Fei as an all-powerful special forces soldier, but he had forgotten that Qin Fei was just a young man in his twenties.
For him to bear such great pressure, maybe he really thinks too highly of Qin Fei.
"Old man, I used to think that I could just be a good soldier, and my duty was only to obey orders. But now I find that I have to make judgments and choices, otherwise someone will be like Joyce. I have always been
I don’t understand why their commander, the Major named Michelle, always looks so stressed. Now I know it’s not because we are afraid of death. It’s not difficult to not be afraid of death. What’s difficult is you.
Put everyone's lives and responsibilities on your own shoulders. If you make any mistake in your plan, someone will die..."
"Qin Fei, this is the difference between a soldier and a commander." Mr. An said: "I was indeed a little selfish in the past, and I never tried to care about you in this aspect. You chose this path, and I didn't give you enough.
Psychological adjustment. Originally, last time you returned to China, I really shouldn’t have just talked with you for one night. I should have had a good talk with you. Soldiers and commanders are two different concepts. As you said, soldiers only need to obey.
Orders, and commander, you have to consider the overall situation and take responsibility, especially since the lives and deaths of all your subordinates are in your hands. Grandpa is a person who has been there. In the past, grandpa also went through this process from a soldier to a general. I also tried
After a battle was won, we won, but many soldiers died. I stood next to the bodies of the soldiers and cried loudly. I almost fainted from crying. I had no joy of victory at all.
I only blame my own command. I would think, if my attack plan was better and more appropriate, maybe if I didn't rush to attack so quickly, everything would be better..."
As he talked, the old man himself seemed to have passed through the time tunnel and returned to the smoke-filled battlefields of the war years...
"The faces of those soldiers appear in my dreams every night. Some of them I can remember their names, some I don't even know their names... They come and go, come and go, all fighting for
I laughed, but no one scolded me. I actually wanted them to scold me, scold me hard, poke my nose and scold me...but they didn't..."
Mr. An's breathing became thicker, as if he was trying his best to suppress the emotions rolling in his chest.
Finally, with a long sigh, the old man continued: "But later I figured it out. This is the price you have to pay as a commander. My old superior once told me that if you fight every battle,
If this is the case, then you will crush yourself first, be more timid, make more wrong choices, and kill more people. Or, if you quit and don’t want to be a commander, you can choose not to do it! But if you plan to
If you want to do it, then you must believe in yourself, go into battle lightly, and make the choice you think is the most accurate at the most critical moment without hesitation. No one can help you with this! If you want to be a hero, you must have the consciousness to be a hero.
, the hero is lonely, why is he lonely, not because the hero is cold-blooded, but because the hero must choose to walk a lonely road, which is good for himself and good for others!"
"Qin Fei, you have chosen your own path. If you think you still want to do it, then continue to do it and do it well. If you don't do it, you say, I will immediately approve your departure. You can choose to make an appointment to be your mercenary leader.
You can also choose to return to your country and continue to serve in the army, I can do it for you, but remember my words, from today on, let go of the pressure that you shouldn't bear, and don't let it crush you!"
"Tell me! Are you going to do it or not!?"
Mr. An's words shocked and awakened Qin Fei like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning. This old man who had participated in several major battles explained the truth in the most direct and popular terms, without talking about theories or doctrines, and it went straight to the heart!
"Do it! I, Qin Fei, never do anything halfway! If I say do it, I will do it to the end! If I don't destroy the black sun, I, Qin Fei, will not return home!"
Qin Fei heard the rattling sound of his teeth. This sentence was squeezed out from between his teeth. (To be continued)