Army stab

Since arriving in the D military region, He Weize seemed to have undergone some changes, the small ones were almost imperceptible, but Xiao Bai still felt something when he was talking to him.

A soldier, a soldier with a real military spirit, even if he has not experienced the baptism of those white knives entering and red knives exiting, and crawling out of the pile of bloody dead, he will always have his own murderous aura.

Especially for someone like He Weize who has been behind the scenes all year round, the murderous aura may not be obvious at ordinary times, but at certain moments, the murderous aura is chilling.

Not overbearing, almost forbearing, but it makes people feel cool from the bottom of their hearts.

In fact, it's okay to put a "inner ghost" role in the training, this thing is quite common, but Xiao Bai doesn't know why he cares so much, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels something is wrong, as if He Weize knows something, But they won't tell them even if they are killed.

Perhaps this can't be blamed on Xiao Bai thinking too much. This life is life and death, and he has stepped back and forth several times in the gate of hell. It is the mysterious K organization, no one can guarantee the final result.

Xiao Bai went to He Weize's dormitory to look for him, the political commissar's dormitory was not in the same place as them, it was the second floor of the independent small building at the back, it stood eerie, with the curtains drawn all day long, it was impossible to see what was going on inside , I don't know how he chose this place, maybe there is always a place in the heart of people who play politics that needs to be covered up so that people can't see through it.

When Xiao Bai went there, it happened that the team members were eating and resting after training.

He Weize's curtains were still tightly drawn, and he couldn't see anything from the outside. After Xiao Bai scrambled in from the corridor, he stood at the door and pondered for a while, his hands resting on the door panel, but he still didn't knock on it.

There are people talking in this room, the volume is not very loud, and with such a thick door panel, Xiao Bai can hardly hear anything clearly, like flies and mosquitoes, and it is intermittent from time to time.Although the content could not be heard clearly, Xiao Bai could still distinguish another person's voice, it was Zhao Bowen who came out with him this time.

Xiao Bai's right hand resting on the door panel paused again, thinking of the "inner ghost" played by Zhao Bowen in the last rehearsal, an inexplicable feeling made him feel very uncomfortable, just such a hesitation, He knocked on the door anyway.

In less than three seconds, the door opened, Zhao Bowen stood up straight, and saluted him respectfully: "Captain Xiao."

"Hey, are you talking about something with the political commissar?" Xiao Bai glanced over, He Weize was putting something in the drawer, from his angle he could only see a corner of the kraft paper bag.

"Yes, Team Xiao," Zhao Bowen relaxed a little, looked up at Xiao Bai, and hinted with his eyes whether he could leave, Xiao Bai gave way cooperatively, and walked sideways into the room.

The light in the room is not very good, the dark red curtains reflect some stagnant colors on everything, which looks heavy and depressing, the heating is fully turned on, and the air is almost a bit stuffy.

"Captain Xiao."

"political commissar."

The first words of both of them were very polite. He Weize took out the bag Zhonghua from the drawer and threw it in the air. After Xiao Bai got it firmly, he took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, and put the rest in his in the trouser pocket.

"Political Commissar, what do you think of Zhao Bowen?" After thinking for a while, Xiao Bai still didn't go around in circles, and spit out a puff of smoke, blurring the murderous aura hidden in his eyes.

"Reticent, practical and willing to work." He Weize also brought a cigarette himself, filling the stagnant room with the smell of Chinese cigarettes. "There is something very special about him. He will set a goal for himself, and then Achieving this goal mobilizes all your strengths.”

"They are all like this. If you want to be a good soldier, you have to push yourself to death and do everything you can," Xiao Bai dragged out the chair in front of Heweize's desk, and sat down quite relaxedly, resting his left hand on the armrest. Tap it lightly twice.

"Unscrupulous means does not mean that there is no bottom line," Xiao Bai sighed very lightly, rubbing the center of his frowning brows, and his tone was a little confused: "Political commissar, I have to admit that I have always had reservations about Zhao Bowen. , but I can't figure out what he is thinking, a person who knows what he wants and will do whatever it takes to achieve this goal, sometimes I can't trust him completely."

Probably because he didn't expect Xiao Bai to speak so directly, He Weize was stunned for a while before flicking off a lot of lit cigarette ash, and then extinguished most of the cigarettes in the ashtray.

"Captain Xiao, I understand your concerns. I selected all the team members who came out this time. I have carefully read the resumes of each of them, including your doubts about Zhao Bowen. I also understand that he was once I used black hands on my teammates during training," He Weize seemed a little anxious, holding an army green enamel teacup with his right hand, and drawing circles on the cup wall with his left hand.

"This shows that this person does not fully trust his teammates, and may betray his teammates when necessary, but there is something about him that none of you have. He is like a machine. It is to complete the goal and exclude all personal feelings, such a person will be a sharp sword when the mission reaches the most critical moment."

"Maybe it's a double-edged sword," Xiao Bai pushed back unceremoniously, He Weize laughed dumbfounded, took a sip of warm tea, and smiled: "Everything has pros and cons, I think you must be better than me in this regard." Also to be clear, let me put it this way, this team needs such a person, a person who may become an insider, but will actually carry out the intended goal firmly."

After He Weize finished speaking, Xiao Bai remained silent, his gaze seemed to be solid, it was the sharpest military thorn, piercing into the deepest part of the heart, He Weize could feel the pressure, but he still endured it forcefully, maintaining Seeing the calmness on the surface, he opened his own drawer, took out the file bag inside and handed it to Xiao Bai.

There was only one person's resume in the bag, and the three thin pages seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Xiao Bai flipped through the pages one by one, and every word seemed to be stuffed into his head. My heart beat faster, and some cold sweat oozes from my back.

There was a one-inch black-and-white photo pasted on the upper right corner of the first page of the resume. The man stared at the camera with a very contemptuous look, his expression was cold, his hair was a little long, and there were a few messy curls.

Xiao Bai was not familiar with that person's expression, but his facial features were extremely familiar to Xiao Bai, so familiar that it filled every nightmare that Xiao Bai had a few years ago.

That was his first and only teammate, Li Jue.

The date of birth and death shown on the resume, from 1986-10-23, clearly shows that this person who looks exactly like Li Jue is still living in this world.

Xiao Bai felt that his breathing was a little fast, he tried hard to recover his breathing twice, and then raised his head to look at He Weize, maintaining his usual calm and distant expression.

"What's going on, twins? Don't tell me it's a clone, I remember that's against the law."

"They are indeed twins. This is Li Jue's elder brother. I don't know the Chinese name."

"Brother?" Xiao Bai couldn't help but smiled sarcastically, his eyes turned cold for a moment: "Political Commissar, you are making me question the ability of those people above to investigate the background..."

"Captain Xiao," this sentence made He Weize unhappy, and couldn't help but interrupt Xiao Bai directly, "No matter how you question it, it is already a fact that this person is Li Jue's biological brother. See, he not only lived well in this world, but also joined K a long time ago, he climbed very fast, and has always been Nikita's right-hand man, this intelligence sacrificed several of our brothers."

"When did you know?"

"A half month ago."

"What else does he have?"

"If it's true, his relationship with a certain general is very unusual."

The room fell into a quiet, deathly silence, leaving only the sound of human breathing. Many things went through Xiao Bai's mind. From the first time he came into contact with the tasks related to K until now, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a trap. In a huge deep net, no matter how hard he tries, it is difficult for him to escape from this net.

He knows that many things are not as black and white as they appear on the surface, right is right and wrong is wrong, there are too many gray areas in this world, so he chose the completely opposite path to his father's, but he Unexpectedly, it turns out that many paths lead to the same goal, or he has already thought about it, but never wants to face it.

Xiao Bai took a deep breath, went through the resume in his mind again, stood up and said goodbye to He Weize, and hurriedly left the political commissar building.

Leaving the well-heated room, the cold wind howling outside, like a blunt knife, crazily cutting into the seams of people's clothes, the weather is not very good, the gray clouds are extremely low, it seems that the posture is about to fall It's snowing.

Xiao Bai walked quickly to the crude training ground in front of the building, and he saw a person walking towards him, with a tall and straight figure, like a persevering green pine in a storm.

The appearance of walking towards him step by step is so familiar, and it is exactly the same as the figure of the boy in memory.

"Ye Jue," Xiao Bai called softly towards the figure of the man, the white air exhaled from his mouth seemed to be frozen by the cold wind, and condensed into a strange shape.