death sound

Chapter Twelfeh

Fangs

"Lin Shuang! I haven't seen you for several years! When are you going back to Beijing?" The director of the National Security Division [-] came to the military headquarters for a meeting and saw Lin Shuang walking towards him in a neat military uniform. He smiled and patted his shoulder.

"I just came back. I went to the Northwest the year before last, and a project was just finished there." Lin Shuang stared at the document without raising her head, and didn't even slow down a bit.

"Oh, that's it. I thought you were still in charge of that military industrial enterprise in City S. What's the matter? The secret department of the military department is going to be promoted quickly, right? It's only been a few years and you've already become a major general!"

"Thanks for your words." Lin Shuang politely agreed, and walked away expressionlessly.

"Eh? What's wrong with him? Isn't it like this a few years ago?" The chief of the third division grabbed He Shan who was behind Lin Shuang and whispered.

"Isn't that the last year's case?" He Shan curled his lips, unwilling to say anything more, followed Lin Shuang and strode away, leaving only the chief of the three divisions standing there with a blank expression Overwhelmed.

"Hey, are you planning to retire in South America? Do you know that I'm busy in the Middle East alone." Luo Chen growled into the phone with a dark face.Not long after Zhong Xiao came back two years ago, he left the Middle East and went to another base in South America, under the guise of helping him consolidate his power and status in South America. In fact, he and Zhong Xiao knew the real reason very well. .

"Don't worry, when you die, I will go back and dress you in sackcloth and mourning." Zhong Xiao stood in the military base deep in the tropical rainforest, looking at the floating clouds in the sky, with a bit of comfort in his words.

"Not bad, you, your Chinese level has improved. You can even understand it in hemp and filial piety. It seems that I didn't pick you back in vain." Luo Chen said with a smile.

"That's not what my dad entrusted to you. At that time, he probably didn't expect that you would really come to save me. After all, you and him are also enemies."

"Hey, that's because I don't hold grudges. Just feed the bugs in South America. I'll see you later."

"Old man, you'd better take care of yourself." Zhong Xiao smiled and hung up the phone.

In the dim room, it still looks like it was ten years ago.There is no extra furniture, just simple tables and chairs, cabinets and beds, so the intricate dagger on the wall looks particularly abrupt.

Looking at the dagger, Luo Chen took a deep breath until the dry air stretched his lungs to the point of dull pain.

Eighteen years have passed, and he thought he had completely forgotten that person, but now that he thinks about it, he can clearly hear every word that person said to him, even the tone of voice when he spoke. ,See.

Everyone thought that he and that person were nothing more than soldiers and wanted criminals. No one knew that they had the closest relationship in this room. They used to touch skin to skin, lips and teeth.He still remembers the posture in which those slender hands with sharp knuckles gripped the bed sheet tightly, as if everything happened only in the last second.

They used to be so good, but no matter how hot their feelings are, they can't eliminate their respective positions.He can't turn around and let go of everything he has worked so hard for, and that person can't betray his country.

So they separated, facing each other with sword points, calculating how to kill each other without even frowning.

Later that person came to him and asked him to take care of his wife and children after his death, and he agreed without hesitation.

But looking back now, he has nothing but those broken memories and the dagger that that person gave him.

Just as no one knows, the legendary terrorist Luo Chen and the French anti-terrorism lieutenant general Francis, who has made great achievements in the French counter-terrorism, once looked at each other with happy and bright smiles in the sunset, as if they had spent their whole lives like this.

When Zhong Xiao returned to his room from the training ground, it was the same as every day in the past year and a half.

Does repeating the same life over and over again numb yourself into this endless loop of numbness that erases everything that was ever there?

There was a faint stabbing pain in the stomach, and the subtle but severe pain hit the nerve endings like an electric current, which made people upset.He pressed hard on his stomach twice, and was about to get up to get the medicine from the drawer, when a burst of fishy sweetness suddenly rose from the depths of his throat.He subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand, but felt something flowing down his arm between his fingers.He silently raised his hand, watching the red liquid dripping down his elbow to the ground, splashing in torn circles one by one.

Maybe I can't wait until the day of being paralyzed.

"In the past year or so, violent and terrorist activities in South America have suddenly become more frequent, and some terrorist forces have sold prohibited arms to our country and helped social hostile groups to train violent and terrorist personnel. After investigation, it should be Luo Chen and the terminal who were frequently active in the Middle East. Xiao et al. Considering that both Zhong Xiao and Luo Chen have Chinese nationality, and that Zhong Xiao killed our country’s military general Shen Cang a year ago, the United Nations decided to eliminate these two people at all costs. Who is willing to send someone from the Chinese military to take charge of the hunt?" The Minister of Defense's voice was clear and calm in the fully soundproofed and encrypted conference room, but the people below fell into silence.

No one is willing to carry out such a mission. They have been chasing him here and there for several years, and the target is still a legend of violence and terror that has been rampant in the world for many years.

"Lin Shuang," the Minister of National Defense said in a deep voice, "You have had direct contact with Zhong Xiao, so you should know him better. You can go."

Lin Shuang remained silent, but He Shan next to him was in a hurry and was about to stand up and push him away when he heard an extremely cold voice: "Yes."

The voice without a trace of personal emotion sounds like this to other people, but only Lin Shuang knows how complicated and difficult his heart is.

Fate is so ridiculous, he, they, can't escape the confrontation in the end.