I was framed for taking the civil service exam, so I joined the National Security Bureau

The three of them walked forward and observed carefully, confirming that the sniper of the RASS organization had been buried in the blazing sea of ​​fire.

Although Ming Di was not seriously injured when he chased the sniper of the RASS organization in the forest, his body was already covered with scars, and there were obvious marks of scratches on his face and neck from branches.

"Ming Di, are you okay?"

Zhang Xing asked with concern, and Ming Di shook his head gently and said: "It's okay, just some minor injuries."

Ye Ying couldn't help but sigh with some emotion: "It seems that this RASS The organization is more difficult than we expected.

Whether it is the weapons and equipment they use or the configuration of their members, they can be regarded as the most difficult spy organization I have ever seen. "

Ming Di nodded very approvingly and said: "The opponent's sniper, whether it is shooting or sniping literacy, is definitely the top level. Today in this jungle, I have had several confrontations with him, but I have never been able to accurately lock the area where he is. To be honest, if he hadn't suddenly wanted to escape from the jungle, I'm afraid I would have had a hard time hitting the bullet on his arm. "

Nighthawk couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked: "So in your opinion, who has a better chance of winning, you or him?"

Ming Di was slightly startled, a helpless look appeared on his face, and he shook his head gently, indicating that he could not answer this question.

Zhang Xing felt that from a purely technical level and tactical literacy comparison, Ming Di felt that he and the sniper elite of the rass organization should be on par.

If we only talk about the outcome of a sniper battle, in fact, either side may win, and either side may also fail.

The key to victory or defeat often lies in the speed of reaction on the spot and the luck at the time.

Nighthawk took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, stretched out his arms, stretched his waist and said:

"In any case, today's arrest mission was finally completed successfully! This whole night, we ran around, shooting and firing. To be honest, I have been in the bureau for nearly four years. Except for the fierce battle two years ago, I haven't experienced such a difficult struggle for a long time."

Nighthawk was right. Zhang Xing had carefully read the records of various cases handled by the Bonan City National Security Branch in the library in the past two years. In fact, scenes like today are rare.

"Oh, by the way, something is wrong."

Nighthawk suddenly said this. Zhang Xing and Ming Di looked at Nighthawk curiously, and Nighthawk blinked and said, "Have you noticed a problem? We have been out for such a long time, but our team leader seems to have said nothing on the radio?"

Nighthawk's words were like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves, and immediately set off an uproar in Zhang Xing and Ming Di's hearts. They couldn't help but look at each other, with deep doubts and worries in their eyes.

Because they knew the style of the team leader Geng Jianhui, usually, when the three groups were out on a capture mission, Geng Jianhui would always keep in close contact with the team members and give detailed task guidance through the radio. However, today's incident seemed particularly abnormal.

Although there were reasons, according to common sense, Geng Jianhui and the escort vehicle should have returned to the branch safely at this moment. But what is puzzling is that after such a long time, Geng Jianhui has never contacted anyone on the radio.

What does this mean? An ominous premonition gradually came to their minds, and Zhang Xing and Ming Di began to fall into deep thought.

Did they encounter an accident on the way? Or were there other unforeseen factors that interfered with their journey? Various speculations lingered in the minds of the two people, making them more and more uneasy.

The next second, Zhang Xing hurriedly responded to the team leader Geng Jianhui on the radio. "Team leader, team leader, I am air, please reply!"

His voice was full of urgency and tension.

However, after a few responses, surprisingly, they did not receive any response from the team leader Geng Jianhui.

This sudden silence made Zhang Xing, Ming Di and Nighthawk more and more uneasy. They exchanged glances with each other, and an ominous premonition enveloped the entire team.

Nighthawk decided to try to contact again through the radio. He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and then pressed the transmitter button, sending out a series of anxious calls.

Time passed by minute by minute, and everyone's nerves were tense, looking forward to the teamResponse from Team Leader Geng Jianhui.

Finally, a response came from the radio, but it was not the voice of the team leader they expected. Instead, it was the response of Thorn that reached their ears.

"How is your arrest mission going? The team leader hasn't come back yet. I just returned to the bureau not long ago and was dealing with things just now, so I didn't pay attention to the radio information."

Hearing this, the three people felt even more depressed.

When they heard that Team Leader Geng Jianhui had not returned to the bureau, their anxiety instantly escalated. Nighthawk immediately asked: "Why hasn't he returned to the bureau yet? Where did the boss go?" His voice revealed obvious worry and uneasiness. They knew that Geng Jianhui had always been cautious, and he would never lose contact for no reason unless he encountered special circumstances.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and every second of waiting became extremely long.

Jingzhi replied: "When I came back, I took the team combat vehicle. As for the boss... he and the second team's Eagle team leader took the escort vehicle back to the bureau. The escort vehicle had arrived at the destination an hour ago."

"The boss didn't tell me the details, but I heard that the second team's Eagle team leader seemed to be injured and has been sent to the hospital for treatment. I guess the boss may have escorted the Eagle team leader to the hospital."

The news that the Eagle team leader was injured was like a heavy bomb, shocking the three people present.

After all, they all clearly saw the Eagle team leader escort Wang Sanquan into the car and successfully followed the escort vehicle on the way back.

And there was no fighting conflict during this period, so how did he suddenly get injured?

A bad premonition could not help but intertwine in Zhang Xing's heart.

From what Jing Ji said just now, it is not difficult to see that the leader Geng Jianhui only found out that the Eagle Team Leader was seriously injured halfway through, and did not return to the branch to ask for instructions, but urgently escorted the Eagle Team Leader to the hospital for medical treatment.

This means that the Eagle Team Leader is very likely to be seriously injured. If not, he would not have been rushed to the hospital for treatment halfway through.

However, when was the Eagle Team Leader injured? Zhang Xing frowned and tried hard to recall the scene at that time. In an instant, a possibility suddenly popped into his mind.

At the same time, Mingdi's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "Team Leader Feiying might have been injured when the enemy sniper shot at Wang Sanquan. At that time, I noticed something was wrong at 8 o'clock on the third floor, so I immediately reminded everyone on the radio and started searching for the enemy's traces. At that moment, the enemy fired a shot at Wang Sanquan downstairs."

"According to the strong strength of the enemy sniper and their full preparation, it was almost certain that the bullet hit Wang Sanquan. However, Wang Sanquan miraculously escaped in the end, which can only mean one thing: at that chaotic moment, someone must have stepped forward and blocked the fatal blow for him."

Nighthawk frowned tightly, his face full of worry, and he asked in a low voice: "That means, Team Leader Feiying blocked a bullet for Wang Sanquan?"

Mingdi's face became extremely heavy, and he nodded silently to indicate his consent.

Nighthawk was filled with regret and anger. He regretted that he had not protected his teammates, and at the same time he was extremely indignant about the evil deeds of the enemy. He could not suppress his inner emotions, and suddenly threw a punch, hitting the tree beside him heavily to vent his dissatisfaction.

Tonight's arrest operation was crucial to the National Security Brigade, but it came at a huge price - the loss of a teammate. If the Eagle Team Leader unfortunately died again because of blocking the bullet for Wang Sanquan, it would be an unprecedented blow to the entire action brigade.

Such a blow would not only affect the morale of the team members, but it would also bring unpredictable difficulties to subsequent tasks.

Ming Di and Zhang Xing had the same idea. Zhang Xing recalled the scene at that time, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was extremely high. It is very likely that when the Eagle Team Leader escorted Wang Sanquan to the car, he did not hesitate to use his body to block Wang Sanquan's back and blocked the bullet for him.

At that time, everyone was busy ensuring Wang Sanquan's safe evacuation, and no one noticed this detail. When the Eagle team leader was shot, in order not to disrupt the entire operation plan, he probably chose to silently endure the pain and persisted until the escort vehicle successfully drove out of the dangerous area.

It was not until then that someone discovered that the Eagle team leader had been shot and injured.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xing couldn't help but feel a strong sense of self-blame in his heart, because Zhang Xing was only concerned with capturing Wang Sanquan at the time and ignored the originalThe sniper of the RASS organization who was originally on the third floor.

According to the distance, if Zhang Xing had observed carefully before, it would be entirely possible for him to know the red dot on the other party's head in advance.

He couldn't help but start to imagine: "If I had observed the surrounding situation in advance, if I could have found the red dot in advance and used it to find the other party's position, then perhaps all this today would not have happened..."

At this moment, Zhang Xing suddenly fell into deep self-blame, his eyes became empty and lifeless, as if he had lost all his vitality.

He kept repeating those words full of regret, which made people feel distressed.

Seeing this, Mingdi and Yeying were very anxious. They hurried to Zhang Xing and tried to comfort him.

Mingdi patted Zhang Xing on the shoulder and said softly: "Air, no one wants this to happen. You have done a good job today. You really don't have to blame yourself too much."

Nighthawk also echoed: "Yes, Air, you have to cheer up! Blame the damn spy organization. I really want to start the cleanup work immediately and wipe out the entire rass organization as soon as possible!"

Zhang Xing, who was trapped in self-blame, felt extremely heavy, as if he was shrouded by an invisible pressure. Although he knew clearly that it was almost impossible to calm his heart in such a short time, reason kept reminding him that work could not stagnate, life must continue to move forward, and the action of clearing out the rass organization was even more urgent.

Zhang Xing tried to restrain the pain in his heart, took a deep breath, and nodded slightly to Mingdi and Nighthawk, indicating that they didn't have to worry about him.

Mingdi and Nighthawk had been paying close attention to Zhang Xing's emotional changes. Seeing that he seemed to gradually let go of the burden in his heart, they couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Ming Di said softly: "Although the leader of the Eagle team was injured, he has been sent to the hospital in time. Perhaps it was just an ordinary gunshot wound. After a period of treatment and recuperation, he may be able to recover as before. The most important thing now is that we must rush back to the bureau as soon as possible to discuss the next action plan."

Because he could not get in touch with the leader Geng Jianhui at present, Zhang Xing was anxious and he decided to take action. After careful consideration, he decided to call Jing Ji through the radio to pick them up and return to the branch. After all, the means of transportation they took when they came - the little donkey cherished by Nighthawk had been reduced to ashes in the fierce battle.

After receiving the request, Jing Ji said without hesitation that he would come to pick them up immediately. Now, all they can do is wait patiently. The three people sat silently on the silent curb with heavy hearts. Ming Di broke the silence, silently took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one alone. The smoke rose slowly and filled the air.

Although Nighthawk and Zhang Xing did not usually smoke, they could not help but be attracted in this tense and depressing atmosphere. Nighthawk picked up a cigarette, lit it gently, took a deep breath, and tried to relieve the pressure in his heart. Zhang Xing also picked up another one and took a few puffs, hoping to calm himself down.

However, just as they were immersed in the short-term comfort brought by tobacco, the voice of team leader Geng Jianhui suddenly came from the radio. This sudden voice broke the silence and made the three people stand up instantly.

"Boss? You finally have a voice."

Nighthawk shouted with a trembling voice. After a moment of silence, team leader Geng Jianhui first asked about the three-person team's pursuit mission against rass to stop the sniper.

Zhang Xing suppressed his inner anxiety and impatience and reported the mission situation to Geng Jianhui in detail.

Geng Jianhui listened carefully and affirmed the actions of the three people, but his eyes revealed a trace of unspeakable sadness.

At this time, Zhang Xing finally couldn't hold back his emotions anymore and asked the team leader Geng Jianhui: "Boss, how is Team Leader Feiying doing now?"

Geng Jianhui seemed to be hit by this question. His body trembled slightly and his lips moved, but no sound came out.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head and whispered in a tone full of grief and helplessness: "Sacrificed!"