Reborn 1980, the pretty military wife, the rough military man’s doting on her day and night

in the desert.

Song Yan and the other five people were traveling quickly. They were attacked halfway and the vehicle was broken down.

There was no other way, so the five people could only carry their equipment and walk on foot.

The desert temperature is really low at night.

Seeing that the sky is getting brighter, the temperature is getting higher and higher.

"Captain, were the group of people who attacked us just organized?"

Song Yan walked forward expressionlessly.

The group of people just now were well-equipped, and their skills were like soldiers, both in fighting and thinking, so they only destroyed their cars and did not engage in large-scale battles with them.

"It should be arranged by the organization."

As they were talking, looking at the building that appeared in front of them, there was a fire in their eyes.

This time they must come out on top.

"Captain, is that a foreign devil?"

Song Yan saw several moving black spots in his eyes, and his lips were pursed tightly.

Eyes sparkling.

"Zhou Ze."

After receiving Song Yan's look, Zhou Ze nodded.

Find a suitable breakthrough.

Lao Maozi's forceful attack method is definitely inappropriate.

No matter how stupid the organizer is, can they still let you do this?Not vegetarian either.

But this is Mao Ziguo's usual style.

Go up and do it.

Seeing the fight in front of them like this, Country M squatted down to pick up the missing pieces.

Although there is only one exit marked on the drawing, the actual situation is analyzed.

After just a cursory look, I knew it must be more than that.

The organizers probably wanted to make it more difficult and blocked other entrances and exits.

However, the organizers did not say that they were not allowed to find another way.

The goal is to rescue the last hostage.

"Captain, there is an opening at 45 degrees to the left."

Song Yan waved his hand, and the four of them headed towards the target location.

Lao Pao had already found a good position and set up his gun. He looked around sharply like a soaring eagle.

"Captain, there!"

Song Yan looked at the space that was only as big as the transom window. It seemed that it was difficult to enter from this position.

is observing.

"Wait a moment."

A sound came from the headphones.

I saw a human face appearing on the transom.

Song Yan reached out and stopped walking.

A few people lay down.

I saw the child slowly crawling out along the transom.

His movements are so skillful that he doesn't look like a child at all.

"Wang Meng, follow me."

at the same time.

The building was already under heavy fire.

Gunfire continued.

After a while, the voice slowly calmed down.

Song Yan held a telescope and observed the situation.

His face became more and more serious.

There is no problem with all aspects of dressing up.

However, something is wrong.

"Old Pao, look at the man on the left side of the door."

It turns out that the man smoked with his right hand, but now this man does smoke with his left hand.

A person's preferences will not change so much in a short period of time.

"Boss, the person at the door has changed, and it's a bit too quiet. But the other party's sniper didn't respond."

Song Yan's eyes moved slightly.

"Captain, there's a problem."

Wang Meng moved over quickly.

"There are caves in the ground, and they are full of weapons."

"what?"

"Is this also arranged by the organizer?"

Obviously, this is not possible.

This was not their first mission and they knew something might go wrong.

"Captain, what should we do now? The hostages are still inside."

Song Yan looked into the distance, time waited for no one.

"Cover me and be careful."

Song Yan's cold eyes seemed to be mixed with a cold mist.

As his companions lured each other, Song Yan entered the building like a ghost.

Look forward.

The hostage should be in the direction of the transom.

At this moment, a familiar face flashed by.

that person!

Song Yan looked at the other party's back.

The eyes are half covered.

followed.

I saw him talking to a man in military uniform holding a gun.

"You promised not to kill anyone?" (English)

"Rin, relax, it's all trivial. Those people are not Chinese, so don't be nervous." (English)

"There's no next time, otherwise you won't want anything!"

The man with the gun smiled and patted his shoulder.

The moment he turned around, the murderous intent in his eyes was clear.

This man who looks very much like me is in danger.

Song Yan's slightly closed eyelids trembled.

Follow the man.

Like a swift cheetah, he neatly covered the man's mouth.

Pulled the person into the corner.

He pulled down his face towel with his left hand.

The man stared at Song Yan in front of him with wide eyes.

He, why is he here?

Is he among the soldiers coming from China this time?

There was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

If it was a peaceful environment, he would probably have something to say about drinking when he saw him, but at this time, he couldn't say a word.

Covering up the excitement in his eyes.

He held Song Yan's arm tightly.

It's been brewing for a long time.

He said in a low voice, "Leave quickly, it's very dangerous here."

Song Yan looked at the man in front of her.

He asked calmly, "Where are the real hostages?"

The man thought for a moment, "The basement here."

basement?

Song Yan recalled the structure of the building, which had no markings.

"where is it?"

"The leftmost room on the first floor."

Song Yan thought about the possibility of action.

The man pulled his arm and said, "It's too dangerous for you to be alone."

Song Yan looked at the man in front of him with cold eyes.

It seems to be with a bit of inquiry.

The man's mouth curled up with a trace of self-mockery, "Thank you for taking care of Xuanxuan."

Song Yan met his eyes.

"Even if you die, I won't help you take care of Xuanxuan."

The man looked at Song Yan's face and suddenly smiled.

Although others are not in China, some people tell him that Xuanxuan is living a good life now.

"Thank you, brother."

Song Yan glanced at the man unhappily, so sure that he was older than herself.

The man seemed to understand the look in his eyes.

Patted his shoulder, "Mom said it, it's my husband's."

Song Yan's eyes moved.

His deep eyes glanced around the man.

He spat out a few words, "Do you know what's going on here?"

The man's expression suddenly changed.

Staring at Song Yan.

"They are all mercenaries from country F. They came here for a batch of Chinese antiques."

antique?

Under the dim light, the man continued: "These antiques are very important. The country attaches great importance to them and wants to recover them."

Time was tight and he didn't have time to elaborate.

He could only say concisely and concisely: "In short, my wife and I are responsible for bringing these antiques back."

Just as he was talking, he heard footsteps.

"Hey Rin, what are you doing standing there?"

The man's whole body was tense, and Song Yan turned sideways and got as close to the cover as possible.

"What can we do?" The man unzipped his pants, "Solve physiological needs."

With that said, the whole person limped out.

Follow the man and say: "Go back to the room to see my wife. Only she can decipher the map where the antique is."

The man spat out the contents of his mouth in dissatisfaction.

Nagging impatiently.

"What a fucking trouble."

Song Yan looked at the fingers behind his back. The second room on the third floor?

He didn't know why, but this was his first reaction.

Could this be the feeling of the twins?