After flying north for a while, the plane suddenly changed direction and headed east.

Several people in the commando team are very tired now. After a series of high-intensity battles, everyone relaxed their muscles, relieved their bodies that were tense due to high tension, and stretched comfortably.

The military thorn even made a low sound, as happy as a little mosquito sucking blood.

The black bear looked at him and laughed, scolding him for being a weakling, for such a trivial matter to have turned out like this.

Landi was still silent. Yasha and Monkey rubbed each other's sore backs to relieve the tension in the muscles and allow the blood to circulate more.

Nighthawk also felt very tired. He looked at the pitch-black night around him and enjoyed the slight chill. He simply closed his eyes and rested his mind for a while. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but the huge vibration when the plane landed woke up Nighthawk.

He shook his head. He was so tired that he actually fell asleep.

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Looking outside, the plane had just landed in a dense forest. There were several hills around it. It was still dark, and there were shadowy trees all around. It was impossible to see anything further.

There were two helicopters parked next to the landing site, surrounded by guards on full alert with automatic rifles.

All of them were tall and thick-set, wearing black training uniforms, and their eyes were shining in the dark night.

Two strong men were holding guns and quickly arrived in front of the plane. After confirming their identities, they turned around to guide them.

Turning around a trail ahead, a large wooden house suddenly appeared in front of you.

There are still guards standing around.

There was a figure standing at the door of the wooden house, wearing dark glasses, smiling and waving to them, "Ah! The hero is back,"

It was Lao Zhou who had been waiting for them for a long time.

He shook hands with everyone and said, "The mission was completed very well and the fight was beautiful. I will take credit for you when I get back."

He turned to the hostage and smiled mysteriously, "Are you Mr. Wang?"

The man called Mr. Wang looked at Lao Zhou dishonestly and said, "You're welcome, I am Mr. Wang." But his tone was not polite at all, and there was even a hint of arrogance in his tone.

Lao Zhou extended his hand to him and said politely, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come on, let's go into the room and talk."

Mr. Wang let go of Lao Zhou's hand, raised his thick eyebrows, and said questioningly, "Sir, I think you should know the rules. I won't say anything until I see a butterfly."

Lao Zhou didn't take it seriously. He knew that those who could risk their lives on the secret front must have someone or something they believed in.

He raised his head and laughed and said, "That's right, that's right, but you also know that it's not easy for butterflies to fly out. It's windy on the road, so she'll have to wait for a while. Let's go in and wait."

Mr. Wang nodded knowingly, walked into the house with his legs raised, and completely lost the embarrassment he had when he was running for his life.

He looked like a pampered big shot, and there was a noble aura in his every move. Nighthawk's eyes almost popped out when he looked at him. Is this the same guy just now?

Lao Zhou turned around and said kindly to Nighthawk and the others, "You go back to rest first and take a good bath. Look at how dirty you are.

Nighthawk stays and the others take it back." The team members saluted Lao Zhou, greeted Nighthawk and then walked towards the plane.

The assassin was dissatisfied and said to Yaksha, "Look at their mysterious looks. They look like butterflies and bees. What a mess. They are holding a Hundred Flowers Conference."

Yasha was even mysterious and deliberately lowered his voice and said to him, "It's best not to ask around, maybe I'll hear some secrets and send you there. I heard that the person who performed the secret mission never came back."

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The frightened Jun Ci, who was about to say something, hurriedly shut his mouth and turned to look at the people around him. They all looked at him with evil smiles on their faces.

The team members left, and Lao Zhou turned to Nighthawk and said relaxedly, "Okay, everyone is gone. I will leave you here to listen to the information later. This is about our next action plan. You need to know."

Nighthawk nodded and followed Lao Zhou into the house.

The room was very warm. There was a large fire pit on the ground against the wall. The charcoal inside was burning brightly. The jumping sparks tried to escape from the fire pit from time to time, but each time they fell back to their original place in disappointment.

An oversized wind lantern illuminated the entire room. It was as bright as day.

Mr. Wang was sitting on a back chair in the middle of the room, with a pot of freshly boiled tea on the table in front of him.

At this moment, he was holding a teacup in his hand and slowly pouring tea from the teapot.

In an instant, a fresh fragrance filled the whole room, shocking people and sweeping away the feeling of decadence and stuffiness in the whole room.

Mr. Wang slowly tasted the tea that hit his heart and lungs, and smacked it twice in his mouth from time to time. His face shrank into a ball, looking very intoxicated.

He didn't get up when he saw Lao Zhou and Nighthawk coming in. He took a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth, leaned back on the chair and continued to drink.

Lao Zhou and Nighthawk sat on the sofa in the corner, and both began to close their eyes and meditate.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of Mr. Wang banging the bar from time to time occasionally broke the tranquility.

When the sky was dark, the roar of a car motor came from far and near, and stopped suddenly in front of the wooden house.

"Here we come," Lao Zhou's eyes flashed, and he and Mr. Wang stood up at the same time.

Nighthawk was confused, who was he thinking?

Lao Zhou quickly walked to the door and opened it. After a while, Nighthawk suddenly felt his eyes light up, and the whole room seemed to be emitting light.

A tall woman shone in gently like a ray of morning sunshine, adding a touch of beauty to the ordinary wooden house.

The person who came here can definitely be said to be a beautiful woman, with a high nose bridge, big eyes, and a ponytail tied lightly on the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead. Her snow-white skin reflected a small cherry mouth, and the shallow dimples on both sides added to her beauty.

A sense of purity.

She wears a slim-fitting camouflage uniform, which outlines her slim body curves.

The way he moves his hands and feet is elegant and generous, gentle yet elegant.

Nighthawk almost drooled when he saw it. This was such a beauty. Now his mind was filled with all kinds of dirty thoughts.

Nighthawk had always thought that he was immune to women, but when he saw the master in front of him, he realized that he had never seen a beautiful one before. It was inevitable that he would lose his temper.

Lao Zhou walked in behind her, smiled at Mr. Wang and said, "The person you were waiting for is here."

Mr. Wang held Butterfly's hand excitedly and refused to let go for a long time. It looked like he was almost crying.

"I thought I would never see you again," Mr. Wang said with tears in his eyes and choked with sobs.

At this moment, Nighthawk was extremely jealous, thinking why he didn't shake hands with me.

Lao Zhou pointed at Nighthawk and said to Butterfly, "This is a comrade from the special service team. Let's get started."

The butterfly turned its head and nodded to the nighthawk with a smile like a hundred flowers in full bloom. The nighthawk suddenly felt as if the spring breeze was smiling, and half of its body became numb.

Butterfly had already sat down with Mr. Wang. Butterfly said affectionately, "Old Wang, I have really worked hard for you this time. Your identity has been exposed. After this incident, we will re-arrange your identity for you. Your family

I have arranged to go to a safe place, don't worry."

Mr. Wang glanced at her gratefully. Butterfly responded with a sweet smile, "Okay, if you have any information, tell me."

Mr. Wang nodded and cleared his throat, "I came to you this time because Babu has an appointment with the Poison King."

Butterfly and Lao Zhou were both shocked. Butterfly stood up excitedly and asked, "Is the information reliable?"

Mr. Wang nodded solemnly, "Absolutely reliable. I saw it with my own eyes. I sneaked into his bedroom and saw the telegram in the safe."

Butterfly was so excited that she couldn't speak "Great, great"

After calming down her excitement, she continued to ask, "Where?"

"Next month, country t" Mr. Wang said

Butterfly stood up, took a few steps, suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked eagerly, "Do you know the specific purpose of this meeting?"

Mr. Wang shook his head, "I'm not sure about this. The telegram only mentioned face-to-face negotiation. It should be a very important matter."

"Okay." Butterfly nodded disappointedly. "This is already very important. Thank you for taking the risk to send us this news. So where is the specific time and place of their meeting?"

Mr. Wang felt a little sorry and said nonchalantly, "The location is the Kangtai Hotel in M ​​Valley, the time is..."

As soon as he said this, Mr. Wang and his chair suddenly flew backwards, and his raised feet overturned the tea table in front of him.

"It's a sniper," Nighthawk shouted almost at the top of his lungs, and immediately pounced on Lao Zhou beside him.

At the same time, a bullet hit the stunned Butterfly in the back of her head, and the huge inertia carried her forward and off the ground.

A large-caliber bullet shattered her head, and the viscous liquid and Mr. Wang's body were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other. White and white mixed together, like flowers from the other side, indicating that death is ruthless

's arrival.

The two people lying on the ground looked at the tragic scene in front of them. They were both extremely sad. Their hearts felt like they were being burned alive by a soldering iron. They were extremely sad.

A person who was as alive as a flower just now disappeared in an instant. I don’t know whether I should feel sorry or mourn.

The thought came to their minds at the same time that they had been plotted against.

How could such a secret place be discovered? It was obvious that they had been betrayed long ago.

Lao Zhou hit the ground hard and just when he was about to stand up, he heard a roar from far to near.

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Nighthawk lay by the window and took a look. He immediately took a breath and shouted back to Lao Zhou, "It's an armed helicopter. Hurry and take cover."

Turning around, he pulled Lao Zhou down and continued to lie down. He crawled in front of the sofa and buckled hard with his backhand, causing the entire sofa to turn around and fall on top of the two of them.

At this time, there was already loud gunfire outside. Large-caliber 7.62mm general machine gun bullets sprayed out from both sides of the helicopter, ruthlessly harvesting death's breakfast.

Screams and explosions occurred one after another, and the bullets pierced the air and tore apart all obstacles it encountered.
To be continued...