Let you be a conscript, but you build the Matrix

Hearing the crying sound from inside, Chen Jun's heart suddenly sank, and he walked over quickly.

As soon as I walked past, I could see some people around the emergency door, most of them were law enforcement traffic police. These people had sad faces, and a few girls were still crying on the ground with their heads in their hands.

The sacrifice of the traffic policeman made everyone grieve.

Seeing such a scene, Chen Jun immediately felt a surge of sadness in his heart.

He has experienced life and death, and seen the sacrifice of his comrades-in-arms, so he can naturally understand how painful these law enforcement policemen are.

At that time, he had an idea that he would rather die in battle than see his comrades fall in front of him.

The dead are gone, but the living are not at all relaxed. I hope they can turn their grief into motivation, become stronger in the future, and protect more people around them.

Chen Jun silently pressed the sadness in his heart, and walked in quietly, and after a while, he saw An Ran standing in the corridor in a daze, shaking his head and sobbing.

"safely!"

Chen Jun yelled softly in his heart, as if he was being stabbed by a needle in his heart, he felt a dull pain.

An Ran's heart was shocked again!

Chen Jun took a deep breath, rushed over without hesitation, hugged An Ran, "Don't think too much, you did your best, his injury is indeed serious, it has nothing to do with you."

"No." An Ran burst into tears, "I'm useless, I didn't save his life, I can't save him."

Chen Jun shook his head, "You did your best, and the doctor did his best. This is his fate. Don't blame yourself too much."

In desperation, Chen Jun could only try his best to comfort the emotional An Ran.

An Ran shook her head, "It's a pity, he's only 20, he's been in the job for less than a year, he's too young..."

too young!

Why didn't Chen Jun understand, and why didn't his heart hurt, he silently suppressed the sadness in his heart, raised his hand and gently patted An Ran's shoulder, "I understand, anyone who sees such a thing will feel distressed."

"However, now that the murderer has been caught, this can be regarded as an explanation for him. We hope that he can rest in peace and be reincarnated as a happy person in the future."

When she heard the words that the murderer was caught, An Ran paused, nodded and said, "Those murderers deserve to die, our heroic policeman did not die in vain."

"However, this reminds me of my sacrificial informant undercover..."

Zucca!

Hearing An Ran's words, Chen Jun's mind immediately flashed an impressive and unfamiliar name.

Zuka is the informant of Enron's development.

During that mission, both Zuka and An Ran fell into the hands of militants. At that time, Lei Zhan took the Thunder Commando to rescue them.

But that idiot, Lei Zhan, actually ordered to shoot at the critical moment of the confrontation between the two sides, which angered the militants, and then the other party directly shot and killed Zuka.

Zuka was also very young when he died, similar to this traffic policeman.

They are all tragedies!

Chen Jun was silent when he thought of this, and finally understood why An Ran was crying so sadly.

That undercover agent really died unjustly, so An Ran was still sad for a long time because of that incident.

An Ran also said at the time that she was the one who pulled him out of the darkness with her own hands, and was about to lead him on the right path, but who knew she died halfway through.

Zuka really shouldn't have passed away at this age...

Why, it's all because of Lei Zhan's individualism.

Although he has changed a lot, it is still not enough.

Thinking of this, Chen Jun directly made a decision in his heart, and said coldly: "After I go back, I will ask Lei Zhan to write a [-]-word thought report every day, and write it as a novel, until he integrates those thoughts into his mind. stop."

"Don't be too sad, don't move your fetus."

An Ran subconsciously rubbed her belly, nodded, and immediately put away her emotions.

She naturally understands what her husband means. In fact, it seems that soldiers of their status have experienced too many sacrifices and know the price of each sacrifice. But the living must continue to live, especially them. Time to wipe away the tears and start again.

At any time, you need to learn to hold back your tears, stand up, and quickly, because they still have responsibilities and missions on their shoulders, they are not ordinary people, and they still have time to suffer.

Even, watching their comrades sacrifice one moment, and the next moment, they are about to charge, and they don't even have time to look at their comrades.

What's more cruel is that even if their relatives die, they sometimes don't have time to go back and visit them. There are too many such things, and they are too common.

There's really no time to be sad.

Although it was difficult for An Ran to accept the sacrifice of the traffic policeman, she also knew that she couldn't be intoxicated in pain all the time, so she adjusted quickly.

"Let's go and leave them alone."

Chen Jun nodded and pulled An Ran, and quietly left the hospital without waking anyone up. In the end, he stayed with An Ran for two days before returning to the base.

At the hacker base, when Chen Jun arrived at the office, the first thing he did was find Lei Zhan.

Lei Zhan came to Chen Jun and saluted, "Boss, are you looking for me?"

Seeing Chen Jun coming back suddenly, he went straight to him. Lei Zhan also had some bad premonitions, so he whispered after saluting.

Chen Jun looked serious, "From today onwards, you will write a [-]-word ideological report every day, about Marxism-Leninism and foreign military thinking, when you will get rid of textbookism, and when you will finish the book, it depends on your luck."

What?

[-] words per day?

Do you have to look at the good fortune to pay off the book?Are you writing a novel?

The one with no ending?

Lei Zhan was stunned, his mind was full of black question marks, and he had no idea what happened.