The strongest soldier

Lan Xue was kidnapped, which made the captain extremely angry. Thinking of the relationship between Lan Xue and Luo Zheng and the Song family, he vaguely guessed something. His face was so gloomy that it was dripping with tears. If this guess was true, it would be terrible. The captain decided to inform Mr. Li as soon as possible. He could not get involved in the central government's high-level game, but he could not fall behind. He looked at Luo Zheng and said seriously: "Lan Xue must be rescued, not only for you, but also for the honor of the national sword." ."

"Captain, please rest assured, even if I die, I will save Lan Xue." Luo Zheng said with determination, risking a man's dignity and pride.

"Very good, I believe in you. You take the first step to protect yourself and delay time. I will arrange for people to quietly go over to assist. The honor and dignity of the National Blade will never be trampled by anyone. This is our mission, and it is ours." Even if you sacrifice your life, remember that you are already a member of the national sword, the sharp sword of the country, fight for the country, unsheath the people, you can only die in battle, never live on your knees." Captain Wu said coldly .

"Yes, even if I die, I will never tarnish the national emblem above my head." Luo Zheng responded with absolute determination.

"Go ahead and change into normal clothes. You don't need to bring anything with you. I have arranged a helicopter to take you off. Someone will be waiting for you at the airport and arrange for you to go to Pakistan. Someone will pick you up when you get there. Be careful and come back alive." The captain saluted Luo Zheng solemnly, expressing his blessings and expectations in a military manner.

"Wait for my news." Luo Zheng returned the gift solemnly, making eye contact and nodding tacitly, resolutely and decisively.

After leaving the captain's office, Luo Zheng quickly ran to the dormitory to change into casual clothes and boarded the helicopter that had been prepared. An hour later, the helicopter landed at a military base in the capital. A special car came over. After confirming Luo Zheng's identity, he immediately took him with him. Luo Zheng arrived at the international airport.

At the gate of the airport, someone saw a military-brand car approaching. He glanced at Luo Zheng and without asking anything, handed over a passport, a ticket, and a boarding pass. Luo Zheng took it and took a look. With his name written on it, the ticket was to Pakistan, and there were still ten minutes left before takeoff. Luo Zheng glanced at the other person, got off the car and walked away quickly.

Ten minutes later, Luo Zheng got on an international flight and rushed towards the sky. Looking at the white clouds outside the window, Luo Zheng's heart was extremely heavy and full of worries. He was worried that Lan Xue would be treated inhumanely, and he was even more worried that Lan Xue had an accident. His eyes were full of angry flames, and his whole body was exuding an icy aura that was even colder than nature. The passengers next to him were a little frightened and found a seat again. There were a lot of empty seats in the cabin, so they didn't worry about the problem of sitting.

"Calm down, you must be calm. Being impulsive will only make you lose your basic judgment and make things worse." Luo Zheng secretly warned himself. Gradually, his angry eyes became clearer and his expression softened, thinking about what to do next. Rescue plan for coming down?

The information is limited. I only know that the other party is a militant with an unknown identity. There are many armed forces in Pakistan, which appear to the outside world as guerrillas, restoration organizations, etc. In the end, they are all private armed forces seeking personal benefits. What money do such people have? Du Gan, kidnapping a person is just childish. If it is really the Song family's instruction, we must find a way to get enough evidence this time, and we must not be passive anymore.

It was already the morning of the second day when the plane arrived in Pakistan. After leaving the customs, a middle-aged Chinese man came over and spoke fluent Mandarin. He asked enthusiastically: "Are you Luo Zheng?" Luo Zheng is a pseudonym, in order to facilitate concealment. Identity, this name is homophonic to his real name, Luo Zheng thinks the name is pretty good.

"Who are you?" Luo Zheng looked at the other person noncommittally. He had a Chinese character face, short hair, gold-rimmed glasses, somewhat rosy skin, and was wearing a decent suit. He exuded the aura of a scholar. He immediately concluded that this person was not a soldier. , should be the kind who sit in an office for a long time and do clerical work.

The middle-aged people are also looking at Luo Zheng, wearing casual shoes and casual sportswear. His skin is dark and translucent due to being exposed to the sun every day at the beach. At first glance, he doesn't really look like a yellow person. If he puts on sunglasses and a windbreaker and hat, From a distance, he would definitely be treated like a black man, but without asking any questions, he handed a travel backpack to Luo Zheng and said seriously: "You have things you need, please contact me anytime if you need it."

"Thank you." Seeing that the other party did not give his name, Luo Zheng didn't bother to ask more questions. Since it was arranged by the captain, this kind of person is either a staff member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or an agent. His identity is sensitive and he will not leak secrets easily. He will not tell anyone if asked. He nodded and smiled gratefully at the other party.

The middle-aged man looked around, and then left quietly. Luo Zheng came outside, found a quiet place and opened his backpack. Inside was a set of clean clothes, a Sig P220 pistol, and an M9 saber. Two spare empty magazines, a satellite phone, a large bag of bullets, a map and some cash, etc.

Luo Zheng took a brief look at the pistol. He tried this legendary pistol during the brigade's armed training. The base is made of aluminum alloy, and the surface is matte black anodized polished. It has infrared aiming, and the rate of fire is 345 meters. The bullets are 9 rounds, very high accuracy. With this gun for self-defense and the M9 saber, Luo Zheng felt more at ease.

He took out the map and observed it for a while, and soon found Mogan Town, which was far away from the airport. It would take at least half a day by car. After thinking about it, Luo Zheng packed up his things, put the hat on his casual sportswear on his head, and took out Putting on his sunglasses, he went to the roadside and hailed a taxi.

Along the way, the driver was very talkative and asked Luo Zheng where he was from and what he was doing in Mogan Town. Of course Luo Zheng would not tell the truth and lied to the driver that he was from Sam Country and was going to Mogan Town to visit relatives. When the driver heard this, he became more enthusiastic , praised Sam's country as rich and democratic, unlike Pakistan, which is authoritarian and poor.

The taxi driver is well-informed and has the ability to talk to people and ghosts. Of course, Luo Zheng would not take it seriously. He pretended to be curious and asked: "Is there anything interesting in Mogan Town? "As he said this, he smiled deliberately, as all men know how to smile.

"Oh, that's a lot, but the country is not as liberal as it is, and the management is still very strict. Everyone does it secretly, but don't be afraid, there are people behind those places, and the government won't go too far, otherwise everyone will make trouble. It’s not easy to handle, but it’s very safe.” The driver explained with a smile, looking like a fellow traveler.

"Safe? No way." Luo Zheng smiled deliberately.

"Why not? When I hear it, I can tell that you are new here and are not familiar with the situation. Let me tell you this. There are several nightclubs in Mogan Town, which are managed by an armed force behind them. The same goes for several other towns. If there is a disturbance, the government will close it. If you don’t get involved, plus the generous taxes, you might as well turn a blind eye.” The driver laughed.

"Oh?" Luo Zheng's eyes lit up and he started to care.