Otherworldly Merchant

The sound was loud and crisp as if a copper hammer had struck an anvil.

I turned around and it was Zhang Tianbei!

Zhang Tianbei is a special soldier king of the Zhen Army, but from the outside, he is no different from ordinary people: dark skin, very small eyes, less than one meter and seven head, slightly thin.

He went straight to Seung-Chin Gao and asked, "Where's the killer? ”

“Syria,” replied Gao Shengcoln.

“When are you leaving? ”

“Now.”

“Okay!”

Zhang Tianbei said a good voice, lowered his head and lifted his pants legs, removed two camouflage bags from his leg belly. When two sounds were thrown on the ground, he could tell by listening to the sound. The weight was not light, at least 30 to 40 kg.

Drop the leg tie bag, Zhang Tianbei left without saying anything.

Gao Shengcoln didn't give a shit. He gave me a look and then came out.

That really stunned me.

This is an extremely dangerous and top-secret mission to Syria on a daily basis. Why do they look like they're just walking the streets without a word?

Kosheng Cold walked away, pulling out his phone and dialing a phone, said two words to the other side: "Let's go. ”

Then he took me and Zhang Tianbei on a helicopter and headed northwest.

Neither of them said a word on the way.

I had to live strangely again. Rationally, they were good brothers who lived and died. I finally met them once. Why didn't they have a word?

The plane landed on an open sand, with an armoured personnel carrier waiting for it.

At first glance, there were two people sitting across the street.

A fat white man in his fifties, with few hair left on his head, wearing a good shirt.

The other is an old lady with flower coats, wearing silver glasses and a generous face.

As soon as a few of us got in the car, the convoy started.

Gao Shengcoln nodded at the fat white man and introduced us: “This is Chief Jia of the NSA, who is in charge of external liaison and support for this operation. Aunt Qin was a former instructor of the Military Intelligence Service, and is now in charge of Middle East affairs at the National Security Thirteenth Bureau. She has provided access routes and relevant information for this operation. ”

Then he pointed at us and introduced them: “Special Forces King Zhang Tianbei, civilian high man Zhang Jiulin. ”

The two of them were obviously a little surprised to hear my identity.

Fatty Bai suddenly nodded and laughed at me.

Aunt Qin pushed her glasses upwards and seemed to re-measure me. “Although the High Commissioner has already told you, I would also like to reiterate that this operation is very confidential, and the chiefs attach great importance to it. Never show a flash, let alone reveal half a word to the outside, keep it a secret for life, and execute illegally. Are you two clear? ”

“Clear!” replied Zhang Tianbei's waistplate pulling straight.

I nodded and took a look at the cold.

Lifetime secrecy, illegal shooting?

Seems this is not easy, but Seung-Cold never told me how serious it would be. Is he afraid I won't go?

“In the specific case, I'm sure the High Commissioner has already told you, and I won't repeat it. Because this mission is confidential, you can only enter Syria through special channels. Don't tell me who you really are, you can't even find your nationality, I'll put on makeup for you now.” After that, Aunt Qin pulled a black leather case out of her seat.

Just as she put makeup on Zhang Tianbei, I found through the shooting hole next to the cabin that there were all kinds of military vehicles painted with camouflage green. Our car was mixed in, let alone outsiders, and I'm afraid even the other vehicles didn't know what was going on here.

As the traffic proceeded for another period of time, the armoured vehicle we were travelling in suddenly drove out of the queue and rushed forward.

Aunt Qin put on makeup for us and took out a mirror to show us.

I must say, her makeup skills are amazing, and I don't even recognize who's in the mirror.

At this point, I became a dark-eyed, brown-skinned, bearded man.

Gao Shengcoln and Zhang Tianbei have all changed their looks.

I ate something in the car and took another nap.

By the time he woke up again, the convoy had stopped, and Chief Jia and Aunt Qin had long gone missing.

When I opened the door, a stone tablet was erected across the street with two Chinese characters and a red national emblem on it.

Obviously, we're at the border!

Until then, I figured out that it was through military exercises that we were covered, otherwise whatever vehicle was coming directly to the border would always attract the attention of others.

Gao Shengcoln took a wrecked backpack and handed it to Zhang Tianbei: “Domestic equipment can't be used, just use this. ”

When Zhang Tianbei opened his backpack, he looked at two pistols, more than 20 magazines, and seven or eight potato grenades, an American communications device, a multifunctional telescope, and a small box like a suitcase.

He pulled out his gun, swinging it in a clicking motion, squeezing one eye and adjusting the star, and then inserting it into his waist and boot, respectively.

Gao Shengcoln also gave me a transmitter and said, "I didn't prepare a gun for you, and you shouldn't need this.” Then he pointed at my backpack: “Pick it up, obviously you can't carry anything with a domestic logo, and the phone stays. ”

“That can't bring anything, there's no spell or anything abroad...” I said with some difficulty.

“That's all right, there's nothing left when the gunfire blows up.” Gao Sheng-Chin said, leaving two pistols on his waist.

We got out of the car and found a man standing right next to us.

I looked around with great vigilance with my two hands in my hand - although there was nothing empty around them.

I recognized this guy at first sight, the Vi guy on the motorcycle.

He didn't disguise himself as a Wei, like Gao Shengcoln. That should be his original appearance.

“I forgot to introduce you, his name is Latil, and in order to deal with the Xinjiang side of the problem, I came from Lao Liao to be able to come here, just transferred to the public security system for less than six months.” As soon as I heard his name mentioned, Latil turned around and looked at me, squeezing a smile out of his face, but he smiled so badly.

We crossed the boundary pillar when it was all packed up.

Not too far out, I asked strangely: "Didn't you say you were going to Syria? But it's not right to leave the country. ”

“That's easy to expose, so another layer of cover is needed.” Gao Shengcoln explained: "A group of Syrian terrorists crossed the border a while ago and were killed and wounded by local armed police, but escaped several small leaders. ”

“I pressed the locator on one of the leaders, and this time I followed them to destroy them and enter Syria disguised as them! ”