Gale

"So, you just want that gun back?"

In the living room, Chen Chen sat opposite the man - or should I say boy. The weapons in the hands of the other three people never put down, pointing straight at the boy's head.

In this situation, the boy seemed extremely nervous, his body was even shaking involuntarily, and his voice was also trembling.

But even so, he still expressed his demands very firmly.

"Yes, yes. I want our guns. They are our own, not trophies."

"I can give you the gun, but you have to answer my questions first."

"Can."

"How did you find us?"

Chen Chen continued to ask.

"My brother didn't come back. After dawn, around noon, I followed the road signs he left to find your camp and saw his grave."

"Then, I followed the way you came out and followed you to get the gun back."

"When I got to Wankang Lane, I saw your car. I guessed that you were coming to Mengka, so I walked over."

"I'm not here to cause trouble. My brother has taken over the mission of Qiaoying. We have no grudge against you."

"I just want a gun and I can't afford a new one."

"I just want our guns."

Panic, but stubborn.

Desperate, but sober.

Chen Chen was very impressed by this speech, but at the same time, it was impossible for him to immediately put down his guard against the boy.

Like that boy, the boy in front of him, "Lin He," was also extremely lacking in language expression skills.

He would say the same sentence and express the same meaning repeatedly, and this habit is indeed the most common characteristic of the lower-class people in northern Myanmar who have not received much education.

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This characteristic is completely different from the habit of Chongqing child care van drivers who say one sentence 800 times. The root cause of it is the "general environment of low understanding."

Coupled with the fact that he is wearing baggy and old clothes that may have been passed down from the 1980s, his rough face, and the information that Jackal gave before, there should be no problem with his identity.

The real problem is this.

How the hell could he actually track his own trail after being behind his four-man team for at least 6 hours, and even close the gap within 36 hours? ? ?

Yes, he is lightly armed, while he is heavily armed.

There are many traces and the traveling speed is slow, which is our own shortcoming.

But that is a dense forest!

Not to mention 6 hours, without a dog, the distance covered in 1 hour is already a very difficult scene in jungle tracking.

"How did you catch up with us? I mean, how could you see the traces we left?"

Chen Chen immediately asked.

"I and I followed the path of the beast, but you stepped on the path of the beast."

"Yes, you stepped on the animal path, and then entered the snake plant. No one touches that kind of place. I knew it was you as soon as I saw it."

"I followed the beast path and snake grass to find you."

".Understood."

Chen Chen understood what Lin He meant.

His tracking was not based on the anti-tracking laws of the jungle, but purely on the habits of hunters.

Hunters do not step on animal trails, and hunters will not enter extremely dangerous poisonous bushes and grasses. However, no matter how professional Chen Chen is, he is not omnipotent, and he did ignore these details.

But even so, to be able to rely on such small details to complete tracking is definitely a top genius.

Chen Chen looked a little regretful.

damn it.

Damn Qiaoying!

If they had known that they were casting a wide net and were not targeting themselves at all, there really would be no need to kill that young man.

And if "Lin Shan" doesn't die and he can bring him back, these two brothers, one older and one younger, can return to the Dongfeng Corps!

Now I happen to have to carry out a mission in the jungle, and I lack such talents.

Your grandma's, those idiots from Qiaoying, once you get your hands on me, you'll get the shit out of you.

Chen Chen sighed, and the expression on his face softened.

He motioned to the three people behind him to put down their guns, and then continued:

"You can ask for a gun, and we do have that gun."

"But it's not that easy for you to take it back."

"I can do one thing for you in exchange."

Lin He's expression did not change.

"we do not need."

"Then do you want money? I don't have money, but you shouldn't ask for money. He just accepted the mission and the gun is his own."

"It goes without saying."

Chen Chen interrupted Lin He with a wave of his hand, and then said:

"I mean, I can give you the gun, but you have to make sure this ends there."

"We just pretend we've never met. You don't want to retaliate against us, and we won't kill anyone or silence you. How about that?"

Of course, Chen Chen wanted to accept this strong support, but the hatred of killing his relatives was too much of a destabilizing factor.

If the other party hadn't shown a calmer attitude, the person opposite him would have been a corpse now.

"I just want a gun. I don't want to seek revenge from you. If I want revenge, I will seek revenge from the people in Qiaoying first."

Lin He reiterated that his expression was firm and did not look like he was faking it.

"Why? We killed your brother after all."

"He took over the mission of Qiaoying."

Lin He continued:

"Qiaoying promised to provide a pension, but I asked before I came here and they wouldn't give it."

"That's why I came to you. I really have no other choice. Without the pension, I can't buy a new gun."

"I just wanted to ask you if you could give me the gun back."

"Give me the gun, which is equivalent to saving my life, and we will settle the matter."

"That's fair enough. Can you give me the gun?"

"Okay, you don't have to read it again."

Chen Chen shook his head with a headache and waved Bao Qi to take the gun to the table.

This gun is really old, rusty, and has only 12 bullets.

But Chen Chen knew that it was really not an exaggeration at all for Lin He to take such a big risk to come here.

For untouchables and hunters like them who have no means of livelihood, guns are life.

Without a gun, you will die.

Not only in Myanmar, but also in other countries with normal order, are such things rare?

There are old men who hang themselves for a broken sickle, and there are also middle-aged men who kill for half an acre of land.

Because that is their fate.

Just ask, the suffering in the world is always so shocking.

"I'll give you the gun, let's go."

"Here's his bag for you too, take it on your back."

"Thanks!"

Lin He took the things solemnly, then took two steps back and bowed to Chen Chen in a formal manner.

Chen Chen watched him turn around. At this moment, his thoughts changed many times.

The most ruthless one wanted to pull the trigger and kill Lin He from behind.

The kindest self wants to take the other person in and give him a way to survive.

The one in the middle just watched silently and let him leave.

Gang Li on the side looked at Chen Chen and then at Lin He, who was walking towards the courtyard gate, with a confused expression.

He scratched his head and looked at Shi Dakai aside.

Shi Dakai made a gesture of spreading his hands to him.

At this moment, a burst of sympathy suddenly rose in Li Bang's heart.

Or should it be said to be pure "empathy"?

But he didn't speak.

Because in this situation, the only person in this team who can speak is Chen Chen.

This is the rule.