post cold war era

Honda Chrysanthemum knelt down in front of her boss, her upper body straightened, and she meticulously maintained this respectful posture.In Nanjing, on the edge of the Yangtze River rolling eastward, Honda Ju once forced Wang Yao to face him in this posture, but Wang Yao firmly refused.Honda Ju did not lose his mind because of this, he calmly pulled out the pistol, and slashed Wang Yao's back with a knife technique as precise as Okita Souji, and Wang Yao's body fell to the ground motionless.Honda Ju picked up the "corpse" and threw it from the cliff of Yanziji into the river.

When seeing Wang Yao again, Honda Ju thought he saw a ghost.

"You are distracted." The majestic voice of the boss reminded Honda Ju of his current situation.

"I'm very sorry, please continue." Honda Ju withdrew her sloppy thoughts and concentrated on listening to her boss.

"The United States and South Korea have been getting closer recently, which seems to be related to the situation on the North Korean peninsula," the boss said without looking up, taking a sip of tea, "What do you think?"

Honda Chrysanthemum held the teacup, but didn't raise it to his lips: "If the problem is only resolved within the Korean peninsula, it won't have much impact on us."

The boss shook his head: "If there is a real war, the alliance between the United States and South Korea will be strengthened, which is related to the direction of the Japan-US alliance."

"Although we have disputes with South Korea, the United States will not allow us to really have a conflict (to prevent harmony)." Honda Ju whispered, "Besides——" he stopped talking.

"Besides what?" The boss stared at Honda Ju with sharp eyes.

"Besides, I know Arjun, he must be more emotionally inclined to me than Yongsu." Honda Ju added in a low voice.

"Don't confuse personal relations with state-family relations." The boss put down his teacup, sounding like a silent warning.

But we are the country, Honda Ju thought.He didn't say this, he is as smart as he is, and fully understands that even in the exchanges between countries, there is also the problem of the opposition between personal relations and national relations.

Wang Yao was lying in the grass. Although he didn't wear camouflage on his face, he was still well concealed.The barrel of the sniper rifle was camouflaged with grass blades, and the sun was shining brightly at this time, so Wang Yao covered the scope to prevent the reflection from being seen.He had discovered just now that the opponent had an excellent sniper, and as the battle progressed, he was bound to have a showdown with that sniper.

"The duel between two top snipers is only half a second, whoever gets the upper hand is the winner." Ivan once said.

That was a long time ago, when Wang Yao just crawled out of the pile of corpses, his ragged clothes and long messy hair were stained with his own blood.In front of him, a tall figure against the light stretched out his hand to him: "If you are not dead, stand up and walk with me!"

When Wang Yao put his bleeding hand into that big hand, he felt a chill in his hand, but the flame of hope ignited in his heart.

Ivan began to teach him how to use the gun, and the first time he fumbled to disassemble it, he almost lost the parts.When he was finally able to assemble a gun barely, Ivan blindfolded him from behind and asked him to complete the same task just by feeling.

Ivan taught Wang Yao to be a sniper hand in hand, and they lay down on the cold ground together, feeling the breathing and heartbeat of the target together, and ended the breathing and heartbeat at the most appropriate time.

"No matter how good a sniper is, as long as he is slower than his opponent, he will lose. There is only one chance." Ivan said with a smile, "The winner may win death, and the loser will definitely lose life!"

"Isn't that all death?" Wang Yao asked puzzled.

"There is an old saying in Arthur's family: Those who live by the sword must die by the sword." Ivan said with a smile, "Snipers are the same."

Several soldiers approached Wang Yao's hiding place, and Wang Yao's whole body tensed up, lowering his breathing.The opponent advanced in the form of a three-person team, but the defense was not perfect, obviously because their emotions were relatively slack.

"Really! It's just an ordinary exercise. Why is it the same as the Eight Years. Anti. War, Anti. U.S. Aid. North Korea, Self. Feeling that there was no enemy nearby, a young soldier relaxed his vigilance.

"Shut up! Be serious!" A squad leader next to him scolded, "Eight of our platoon has been knocked down by the Blue Army. Do you want to be the ninth?"

All three were within Wang Yao's range, but he didn't want to shoot, as this would expose his position to the opponent's sniper.

A few leaves of the shrub in the direction of ten o'clock moved slightly unnaturally, which did not escape Wang Yao's eyes. He quickly aimed and pulled the trigger.

In the blink of an eye, the outcome has been decided.

The three soldiers who were closer to Wang Yao were startled by the gunshots and were about to look for the enemy, but Wang Yao had already killed them one by one.Laxity is the deadliest factor on the battlefield.

Wang Yao often participated in this kind of exercise as a soldier. His superiors once advised him not to intervene in the exercise so casually, but Wang Yao insisted on his own opinion: "I must understand the true level of my soldiers."

Generally, the boss does not need to go to the front line to command the battle in person, but in Wang Yao's thousands of years of life, he has to go into battle in person in every battle, and fight bloody under the most dangerous conditions.

Al's boss was furious that he had thrown his work cell phone into the Yellow Sea in China, and the worst part was that Al had more than one cell phone, but this time he only had one.Of course, this did not constitute an obstacle to the communication between the boss and Al. The boss scolded Al severely, accusing Al of throwing the phone in front of Lim Yongsu as "an irresponsible show off in front of the little guy." Sophistry, when he just said that his mobile phone fell into the sea accidentally, his boss immediately sent the video of him throwing the mobile phone. On the screen, Al threw the mobile phone far away with an extremely chic and crisp movement. Satisfy Archimedes.Al could only stick out his tongue to admit his bad luck, apologized embarrassedly, and promised that such things would never happen again, but at the same time he put one hand behind his back and made a finger-crossing gesture.

Im Yong-soo is an interesting companion, he will not be lonely by his side, but Al still feels that something is missing, and even Honda Ju's game can't drive away this feeling of restlessness.

"Huh? Is this a game from Honda Ju's?" Ren Yongsu asked curiously.

"Yes, have you played it?" Al shook the game console at Im Yong-soo, "It's very fun."

"My house has better ones!" Lim Yong-soo pouted, "I don't like Honda Ju's stuff!"

Al has long been used to Im Yong-soo's temper, so he just smiled.

Ren Yongzhu is a partner who can be used to relieve loneliness, but is he a reliable comrade in arms?Al didn't doubt Im Yong-soo's loyalty, but his ability.If he really goes to the battlefield, it will be difficult for Al to trust his back to Lim Yong-soo.

Al couldn't help but think of Ivan. On that whiskey-smelling night, without any hesitation, they agreed to turn their backs to each other to deal with the common enemy.Even now, Al is not sure that he and Ivan are friends, but he can make such a decision in an instant, and the most surprising thing is that Ivan also made the same decision.Al had many friends, but Ivan was the first to let him do this.

"When is the next time we meet?" Al murmured, "Will there be a next time?"

"What did you say? Haven't we separated yet?" Ren Yongzhu was puzzled.

"Heh, every separation may be a farewell!" Al thought of that person's purple eyes, with a rare soft smile on his lips.

Im Yong-soo wonders if it is Al or Matthew in front of him.

That smile was just like Im Yong-soo's illusion, the next moment, Al had already recovered his confident and beating expression, that handsome look that made Im Yong-soo like and envy him at the same time.