Suodan, Angji and Thayer nodded their heads "Know the boss"
Tunqin’s appearance injected a backbone into this group of people. A group of people finally relaxed after receiving the order. Tunqin is still saying that the danger is not high. If he suddenly disappears, this is the most terrible.
Therefore, when a group of people saw Tunchin coming out, they were worried because they all knew that if there was a big problem here, Tunchin would be the first to run away. Since he didn’t run away, there was still room for recovery.
"Sodan arranged to come to my place." After the last sentence, Tunqin ordered him to turn around and go back to the house. Sodan paid a courtesy to Tunqin. It should be that he came back with people on the spot and arranged his position in his new knot.
Although they didn’t receive much training, at least many people learned something from the military training course of the remnant army of the Golden Triangle government in those days. Although the defensive layout of the position was deserted and there was no coverage of crossfire, people were somehow a position.
SuoDan not the kui is a very responsible person, and soon he arranged the remaining armed men to enter the position, and then let people be ready to meet and withdraw. After the two searchers withdrew, they slowly walked to the front of Tunqin’s door and tapped twice.
"snapped" a swallow Qin made a crack in the door. When he saw that it was Suodan alone, he knocked on the door and let him in. Suodan lowered his head and quickly entered the swallow Qin room at the door. He looked around at the door before he opened the door.
The kerosene lamp in the room was lit. Tunqin pointed to a wooden bench and ordered a Suodan. Then he sat down honestly and went to Tunqin. Then he went to his bedside and sat and looked at Suodan. "They fought. Now who won? I don’t know, but I know that they will be here soon."
Sodan didn’t speak. He raised his head and waited quietly for Tun Chin-wen, but he saw Tun Chin looking at him with his hands on his knees and sinking, "Some of us will die or we may all die. Now is your last chance. I’m dead. I’m not dead. My family in America can’t live."
"But you can’t die." Tunqin watched Sodan slowly get up and hit the mosquito net behind him, and then pulled out a small box and hit it, only to find that it was a box full of dollars and a lot of gold bars.
Tunqin pushed the box in front of Sodan and watched him sink. "Take these and go now. Don’t go back to Bangkok. You can spend some of the money here. I hope if you are alive, give some of the money to my family. If they are uneasy in America, take them out."
Sodan looked at the eye box and quickly withdrew his eyes. "Boss, if I take this money, do you think I can still go out? Do you think the brothers outside will continue to fight?"
"They’ve been with me for years, and they’ve got a lot of money." Swallowing Qin closed the box and stuffed it into Sodan’s hand. "It’s not that I didn’t know that they also swallowed money. I know that I always knew that if I swallowed money, I would have to do something. If I didn’t do anything, there would be such a good thing."
With that, Tunqin turned to "snap" his bed board and immediately revealed the dark hole. Tunqin turned to look at Sodan. "Now you can take half of the money. I hope you will really send the remaining half to my family."
Sodan remained motionless, swallowing Qin’s black face and saying, "This is an order. I’ll give you the last order. Now go."
"Dadadadadadadadada" is at this time that guns came from outside the house, and Qin’s pupils shrank and he grabbed the box and stuffed it into Sodan’s hand. "The horse walks fast."
"Boss" SuoDanYin hoarse swallowing qin is watching him malicious way "go".
Sodan rushed into the hole with the box in his arms, swallowed Qin directly, and then sat down at the table. He took out a bottle of inferior brewed grain wine from the desktop and slowly poured it into a big iron tea jar.
Listening to the constant gunfire and screams outside the house, slowly gulp down the wine in the cup and then sit on the stake.
"Boom" a room full of broken wooden doors was blasted by a gun, and then several red dots swept in. A black thing was thrown into the room, but I heard "Peng" suddenly swallowing Qin and felt that he was knocked over by a huge force.
The violent shock made his brain buzzing, and it was dark before his eyes. When he felt a figure shaking in front of him, he suddenly felt that his arms were being held down. It felt like someone was holding your arm in a vise.
"Ba Ba" saw a ray of fire flash across a man with a full face of oil paints, lit a lighter, was shaken to the ground, put out the oil lamp, was picked up and re-ordered Qin, and felt that he was picked up and knelt in front of this man.
The oil lamp was lit again, and Tunqin saw that the man was surrounded by three Han men dressed in jungle camouflage and carrying automatic rifles. They looked tough, their eyes were cold and violent, so they looked at Tunqin and looked at Tunqin with trepidation.
"Continue to clean up and make sure there are no omissions." Suddenly, Han, who was sitting on the stump, held down his ear and said something that was very strange. Tunqin couldn’t understand it. Obviously, it was the contact code of the other party, "Be careful not to drill for others."
After that, the man sitting on the stump leaned over and looked at Tunqin. "Tunqin, I have known you for a long time, but it’s the first time to meet you. Okay, let’s make a long story short. Who are those people? How did they come here and tell you what you know? I don’t have much time."
Tunqin looked at the man and quickly lowered his head. "I don’t know much. They won’t tell me much. I know they came from America. I fled to America and was arrested. Then they ordered me to come back and let me continue to do what I did before."
In fact, Tunqin knows very well that if they want to fall into each other’s hands, then they will have 100,000 ways to make themselves say that they want to know that there is no place to be caught and concealed, so it is better to finish it quickly and at least seek a comfortable death.
So he didn’t have psychological pressure to tell all the things he knew. A Chinese man sitting next to the man didn’t know where to find one and recorded all the words of Tunqin. He even repeatedly questioned some details and sometimes asked Tunqin to say it backwards several times.
"What I said is true, and I don’t want to live. I know I’m dead." Tunqin bowed his head and whispered, "Give me a good time later."
Then the man sitting on the stump looked down at Tunqin. "When you take the road of poison, you have to know that you will die of a bad death. You are greedy, how many people you have smashed, and you still think you should not die."
Tunqin didn’t speak. He knew the man was telling the truth.
"But you are right." The man pulled out a pistol and "clicked" it against his forehead. "I will give you a good time, not because you ask or confess, but because I have no time to make your death worse."
"bang"
Chapter four hundred and ninety-three They
"We are not very weak, but we are not very strong. This time, people didn’t choose to fight with us to the end." Hou Dasheng looked at all the players according to the foot of the table and sank. "We have an absolute advantage. In this case, the other party didn’t fight with us at the touch of a button. Technically, people don’t fight with us."
Hou Dacheng looked at the crowd with his hands on the table and said, "Don’t think highly of yourself for not playing. The so-called winning or losing is still unknown, but don’t underestimate yourself. If there is nothing, they will never leave. They will swallow us even the belt bones."
At this time, Wang Zongguang took a piece of information and went to the members of each group to take turns reading these materials. Suddenly, the conference room was full of "Sasha Vujacic" reading files. Hou Dasheng sat in the chair and looked at the people reading files with his hands together.
This document is top secret, and it was received by Wang Zongguang, who spent a lot of resources. This time, three of the leaders are members of a top army in active service in the United States, and the rest are members of the Delta, but at most, employees are transferred from some companies.
Simply put, they are not the top troops of the other side, and even their players have never touched them.
"If you want to fight, we may still have a chance, but not now," Hou Dasheng looked at the crowd and sank. "You still need to hone and practice more, but as far as training is concerned, I can teach you little. What is more needed is that you usually train by yourself."
The meeting lasted for an hour and a half. It was Hou Dacheng who took them to sum up the gains and losses of this war, especially when the other side decisively chose to evacuate instead of fighting. Hou Dacheng broke up and smashed a little bit and carefully told these soldiers.
"They explored our situation, including confirming our identity and evaluating our combat effectiveness. They didn’t finish these two things until they fought with us to the death." Hou Dasheng looked at the crowd and said, "When we reach it, we must give priority."
After a pause, Hou Dasheng put his hands on the table and continued, "Only after completing the foundation can we talk about other things. Their first priority is to confirm and bring back our situation. If they fight with us, they may cause great casualties, maybe take us, but the losses are definitely not small, and they may be annihilated."
"After all, it’s closer to us. We can always adjust the artillery fire and fighter planes to directly support them. They have their own." Hou Dasheng slowly sat down in the chair. "After we didn’t grasp the location for a short time, their commander decisively chose to evacuate. This is the most correct way, although this will be very affectionate first."
It’s true that one’s comrade-in-arms was killed, but he was able to evacuate. It seems very affectionate, but it’s also the right thing to do. Staying here is more likely to face greater losses, and it is even more likely that the army will fail.
Even if they bring back information, they lose too much, which is no different from failure.
"julien, you’re doing very well." Three days ago, in a western restaurant in Schlemm Street, the most prosperous area on the Chao Phraya River in Bangkok, Thailand, Dapang Bald Doggett was impressively present, only to see him shoveling spaghetti dipped in tomato sauce in front of him, grabbing a red glass at hand and "slurping" a few mouthfuls.
The napkin wiped her mouth before she looked at him. She had changed into a tourist and leisure dress. It looked like a European and American tourist on the side of Bangkok Street. julien whispered, "You have done a very good job. The loss is acceptable. We need to know that things have been known."
Doggett patted an envelope on the table. "You still have some money and some cards in your new passport. Someone will wash away your traces first in Australia, then you will turn to England and finally return to new york. Remember that it is just you."
This time, three of them came from the same background as Doggett, and five of them were deployed from the delta. They are all core personnel. Naturally, they have to evacuate first from those employees who have been hired from the company. They can’t do their own things without any channels.
Julien didn’t ask much, but after confirming that Doggett had no other orders, he pulled down his cap and took the envelope, and then directly left to watch julien leave Doggett. Then he slowly got up and put some Thai baht on the table and tray, and got up and walked towards the hotel opposite the restaurant.
Climb the old ladder and "click" to the third floor. Then you hit your door with a rust key, and then you clumsily flicker in. When the door is clicked, you will find that this room is different when you look out of the room.
That door has a seven-layer lock, and its thickness and material root are not the rotten and tattered wooden doors that look from the outside.
"Damn the exchange, you earn so much every year, can’t you make the house repairs reasonable? Do you have to make it like this?" Doggett complained and walked awkwardly to a wall, only to find that he took out a card and scratched it gently in the gap of the cabinet by the wall.
"Welcome, mr. church" A synthetic woman rang and then the cabinet "Kaka Kaka" called, only to find that there was a party behind the cabinet with dim lights and small sofa circles. Groups of people who couldn’t see their faces whispered something in soft music.
Doggett walked slowly and clumsily with his head down to a comparison table, sat down slowly on the coffee table of the sofa, and then pressed a big button on the coffee table. Soon a tall, thin and unclear figure came slowly.
"mr. church, you haven’t appeared for a long time. I once disappeared." The figure seems to be familiar with Doggett. The voice is soft and cordial. "Come on, let’s meet again and have a drink. Although reunion is not a good thing for us.