"I heard that you are going to the Chinese border this time and don't plan to come back?"
Fan Cong smiled and said: "What's the point of coming back? You know better than me. Do you have to say some things again? Maybe that place is more suitable. The battlefield is the place I yearn for."
Speaking of this, Fan Cong's eyes exuded excitement. Compared with his decadent look just a moment ago, he seemed to be a completely different person.
Chen Qiye nodded and said nothing more.
Fan Cong was known as Fan Menghu in the sixth part. He was famous for being ruthless in battles. He was ruthless to his enemies and even more ruthless to himself. It was precisely because of this that his strength and reputation were so strong in the sixth part.
Loud.
As for the matter of destroying Fan Cong's Dantian, if it were someone else, he might still have a grudge, but for a person like Fan Cong, as long as you are stronger than him and convince him, he will not have any thoughts.
He doesn't do anything mean, but he can be said to be an aboveboard person.
Otherwise, Chen Qiye would not have spared Fan Cong's life. At least he would have killed him as soon as he saw Fan Cong in the martial arts hall!
"Just make your decision, let's go."
This time we went to the Chinese border, and Fan Cong led the way. After all, he was a member of the Sixth Department before, and he still had a certain understanding of the Chinese border. At least there was absolutely no problem in leading the way.
The Supreme Elder has already said that after they arrive at the Chinese border, people will naturally look for them.
The group of people left on a military plane.
On the top floor of Part 6, the Supreme Elder stood in front of the window, watching the plane leave.
"Chen Qiye, I hope you can get what you want when you go to the Chinese border. We are old and can only stay in this place for the rest of our lives. It is impossible to leave."
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The plane flew out of Yanjing and flew directly to western China. Unlike Yanjing and Qingzhou, this place is sparsely populated and has a much harsher environment.
In a desert, the plane stopped, and several people got off the plane with ropes. There were several jeeps parked on the edge of the desert. Chen Qiye and others got on the bus. After another three days and three nights, they finally arrived at the border of China.
I thought the Chinese border was desolate, but I didn't expect it to be a tropical rain forest. Compared to the previous desert, this place was much better. At least there was a place to hide.
The car drove here, and Chen Qiye and others got out of the car.
It was already noon, and in the dense forest, the sunlight was difficult to cast. It looked almost the same as in the morning, and it didn't feel hot at all.
In fact, the temperature outside has reached over 40 degrees.
As soon as Chen Qiye and others got out of the car, there were four or five soldiers in camouflage uniforms waiting in front of them. Their eyes were as sharp as knives, and they seemed to have a lot of lives on their bodies.
In this place, if there is no human life in the body, it is no different from trash.
The border of China is a Shura field. Either you will die in the hands of others, or others will die in your hands. There is no morality at all.
As for the law, it is even more ridiculous here.
"Are you the newcomers sent by the Sixth Department?" the leading soldier asked.
"Not bad! You should be in the sixth part too, right?" Fan Cong looked at it and said.
"Yes, do you think we are all soldiers?" After the leader of the soldiers finished speaking, he laughed and continued, "None of the people here are soldiers. We are all high-level warriors, and we have this
Camouflage uniforms are just for hiding."
"But we are no worse than soldiers!"
The other party changed the subject and his tone suddenly became harsh.
The other people behind him also became fierce one by one.
"My name is Zhang San. As for them, you can call them whatever you want, Wang Er or Zhao Si, no problem."
Chen Qiye smiled, it was interesting.
"In order to keep it secret, don't you have a name?" Zhao Haishan asked.
"Keep it secret? Hahaha, brother, looking at you like this, I'm afraid you haven't even killed anyone, right? I'll know if there's blood on your hands."
Zhao Haishan looked a little embarrassed when he heard this. Indeed, he had never killed anyone. Previously, among the Guwu clan, he was basically responsible for walking around the world and collecting information, and rarely killed people.
Before the earth's aura has fully recovered, the Guwu clan does not dare to be too presumptuous. After all, they have made an agreement with the government. If they kill someone, it will be equivalent to a unilateral violation of the agreement, and the government will definitely take action!
In addition, Zhao Haishan is not willing to kill people for no reason.
Seeing Zhao Haishan like this, the others also laughed.
However, there was no hint of ridicule or contempt on the faces of these people. They just thought that Zhao Haishan in front of them was quite interesting.
After all, we will all be comrades-in-arms in the future, brothers who will live and die together. When they first came here, they were similar to Zhao Haishan.
It is precisely because of this that they find it interesting, because in Zhao Haishan, they see their former selves.
Perhaps, only in this way will they realize that they once had a period of green youth and time, instead of being a murderous fighting machine.
"In our place, names have no meaning. Everyone has either a name like ours or a nickname. As for the real name, no one has remembered it for a long time."
"Here, you may die in the next second. What's the point of having a name without a name?"
When Zhang San said these words, his face became a little solemn. No one wants to die, but if someone must stand up and sacrifice for the sake of the country, he will stand up without hesitation.
It’s not that I’m not afraid, but I understand that if no one wants to die, the outcome will only be more people dying.
"Okay, I won't scare you anymore, let's go and follow us to the camp."
After Zhang San finished speaking, he was about to turn around when he suddenly stopped and asked, "Which of you is Chen Qiye?"
Fan Cong and others all looked at Chen Qiye.
"I am."
Chen Qiye, who was among the crowd, stood up and said.
Zhang San took a look at Chen Qiye, and his eyes suddenly became less friendly, even with a little contempt.
This makes everyone else confused, what's going on?
Although Zhang San was not polite in what he said before, it could be felt that he was not hostile at all. But why was it different towards Chen Qiye?
"Okay, very good! You'd better follow me closely, lest you don't know how you died!" Zhang San snorted coldly.
Fan Cong and others sounded a little unhappy. There was no other reason. No matter what, they came to the Chinese border together, so they were definitely better emotionally.
Especially to them, Zhang San's words were tantamount to insulting Chen Qiye!
Fan Cong admires the strong, and Chen Qiye is very strong, so he is willing to give up his previous hatred. Zhang San's words sounded particularly unpleasant to him!
It's really ridiculous to say this about a strong man!
As for Zhao Haishan, Shi Jian and others, let alone them, they are all Chen Qiye's people.
The Lord humiliates the minister and dies!
Chen Qiye was told this by Zhang San. How could they swallow this?
"Brother Zhang San, are you going too far?" Zhao Haishan's eyes burst out with murderous intent.
Shi Jian and others suddenly burst out with the momentum from the previous assassination training. This momentum is much stronger than that of Zhang San and others!
After all, there were a lot of people, and besides Shi Jian, all of them were soldiers, not vegetarians!
Zhang San squinted his eyes and sneered: "Oh? What, are you planning to attack me?" (To be continued)