Darkest Action

In the middle of the night, the mobile phone on the bedside table rang suddenly.

In the dimly lit room, Meng Ran, who was lying on his side on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, sat up and answered the phone.The caller was Qi Feng. Meng Ran listened in silence for a full 3 minutes, reached out and took the glasses to put on, and asked in a deep voice, "Is He Qiyan also on the arrest list?"

On the other end, Qi Feng sighed: "The core members who participated in the deciphering were all secretly arrested by Yao Yongchang's people. I sent He Qiyan there at first to assist those nuclear experts. According to his rank, he shouldn't be on the arrest list. But people were taken away together.”

Behind the lens, Meng Ran's eyes were motionless, but his eyelids were firmly closed. He took a long breath and asked again: "Then... have you kept the deciphered formula?"

"Before the accident, I gave He Qiyan an order, telling him that in the event of an accident, he must use all means to pass on the formula."

Meng Ran listened quietly, Qi Feng on the other side of the phone exhaled a puff of smoke, and sighed softly: "Whether he can keep it or not depends on whether he can survive and figure out a way."

Meng Ran got out of bed and walked to the terrace, stretched out his hand and opened the French window, a gust of cold wind came in, he stood at the wind and whispered: "If He Qiyan sacrificed, An Lan might not be able to accept it..."

Qi Feng didn't make a sound for a long time, and after a while he said: "If this is really the case, I'm the only one to face him."

"No, you can't show your face." Meng Ran objected, "He can kill you."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Ran stood by the window and pondered for a long time.The cold air flowed through the room like a black silk cloth, and it began to rain patter outside.

Early the next morning, it rained continuously.

When An Lan walked into the office, there was already a thermos on the table.The detachment leader Du Gang came early to make tea and poured it into the pot. When he saw An Lan coming, he said that Meng Ran asked someone to buy a plant of ginseng, and specially ordered him to slice it to make tea and send it to An Lan.

An Lan asked where Meng Ran went?

Du Gang said that Mr. Meng was called to No. 83 by Qi Feng early in the morning, but he didn't know the specifics when asked.

An Lan took a sip of the ginseng tea sent by Meng Ran. He couldn't taste the taste, but he felt a faint bitterness between his lips and tongue.

At noon, An Lan was still busy with a batch of desk work.Du Gang called the meal from the cafeteria, and An Lan glanced at the food on the stainless steel plate, but she didn't feel hungry at all.He misses the meals that He Qiyan cooked for him. The color matching is always bright and beautiful, which can always arouse his appetite.An Lan sent He Qiyan a message, the content was very ordinary, asking "what are you doing" on the surface, with "I miss you" in it.

After the message was sent, there was no reply for more than an hour.An Lan clicked on the information bar again, swiped her thumb all the way up, and suddenly found that He Qiyan hadn't interacted with him since the day before yesterday.

An Lan followed up with a question mark, but there was still no sound from the other side. Just when he couldn't help but want to call He Qiyan, a special policeman knocked on the door and delivered a long box of express delivery.

The long box was placed on the desk, and He Qiyan was written in the sender column.An Lan put down the phone and opened the carton, which contained a wooden box about one and a half feet long.

Suddenly, an ominous feeling rose in An Lan's heart. He picked up the phone again and dialed He Qiyan directly, but a cold electronic voice came from the phone, claiming that the owner of the other party was no longer in the service area.

An Lan's eyes returned to the long wooden box, and she became more and more nervous.He slowly opened the lid of the box, and at the moment of opening, his black pupils shrank violently, and his steady and strong hands trembled violently.

Before opening the wooden box, An Lan had three or four hypotheses in his mind, but what he never expected was that there was a bloody hand with a forearm on it!

An Lan turned the broken hand over little by little, and found that there was a thin layer of calluses on its tiger's mouth and index finger pulp, which were the calluses that a sniper would grind out...

For a moment, the air he inhaled through his nose and mouth seemed to be stuck in his throat, and An Lan couldn't breathe. He felt his heart and lungs hurt as if broken. He recognized that hand, it was He Qiyan's hand!

As resolute as An Lan, he couldn't help trembling at this moment. He held up the cold severed hand tremblingly, and he was at a loss as if he had lost his way.He held it firmly and pressed it tightly into his bosom, but he couldn't even utter a word in his mouth, he could only pant heavily.

The phone on the desk suddenly lit up, and a video appeared in front of An Lan.In an instant, his expression seemed to be frozen.An Lan at the table was raising his eyes quietly, his movements became extremely slow, and his eyes were empty...