On Monday, before Chen Manlin set off, he asked Xie Qingcheng to meet for the last time.
They are also members of the Dreambreaker organization, and Xie Qingcheng naturally knew his next mission.
"Brother, the wound on your forehead..."
"It's alright, it's better." Xie Qingcheng and Chen Man walked side by side in the Martyrs' Cemetery, and the breeze brushed the hem of their black clothes.
After Wei Rong's sins were made public, the mausoleums of Xie Ping and Zhou Muying were finally moved to the park by the Shanghai police, near Chen Lisheng's tombstone.
Xie Qingcheng and Chen Man presented white bouquets to their deceased deceased many years ago, and the fragrance of white chrysanthemum lingered on their fingertips.
Xie Qingcheng looked at Chen Lisheng's tomb, with the sound of pine and cypress waves in his ears, and the crow sneered: "Let's act tomorrow."
"Um."
"Twenty-three years."
"Yes… "
"Actually, I still remember that before my dad's accident, he once told me that one of his apprentices would come to my house in a few days... It should be your brother. The relationship between the two of them has always been very good, unlike my dad before. other people with you."
The golden inscriptions on the tombstone have faded a bit because of the long time passed.
"My dad didn't have many apprentices before, and almost all of them taught with colleagues. Just your brother and one of your brother's classmates were under his supervision before they graduated. He was completely led by him."
"Well, I know. It's Big Brother Li Yun. His tomb is also here, right here..."
Xie Qingcheng didn't mean to go to worship, he just mentioned casually that Li Yun was with other masters after he became a regular, and he was not very familiar with their family.
The two stayed silent for a while in the cemetery with the deceased, Lin Ye rustled.
Xie Qingcheng suddenly said to Chen Slowly, "That's right."
"Um?"
"The reason why you moved to Guangzhou three years ago was actually partly because you heard their doubts about He's Pharmaceutical, right?"
Chen slow was shocked and his eyes widened.
He did not expect that Xie Qingcheng would suddenly change the subject and ask him such a question.
Xie Qingcheng didn't ask him about this question three years ago, but now...
The clouds were low in the sky, and Xie Qingcheng put his hand in the pocket of his windbreaker. He deliberately didn't look at Chen slow, but still looked at the tombstones of the police officers who died.
Chen slow's voice was a little trembling, although Xie Qingcheng talked about this matter with him after talking about something else, but he still felt it all at once - in fact, this is what Xie Qingcheng really wanted to meet with him today. chat.
He trembled: "Brother... you... did you already know?"
"… Um."
Chen Slow's face turned paler: "Then you... Then why are you... "
"Why didn't I ask you, did I?" Xie Qingcheng looked at Chen Lisheng's tombstone and said softly to Chen Gan.
"… "
"After He Yu's shipwreck, why didn't I ask you. There have been so many opportunities in the past three years, why have I never asked you."
"… "
A crow croaked across the sky, and in the desolate cemetery, Xie Qingcheng finally slowly turned to his side and looked at Chen slow.
"Because I chose to trust you, I trust a policeman." Xie Qingcheng said, "I know that you hated He Yu at that time, and you desperately wanted to find evidence that he was a rapist. This is your selfishness. I also believe that you never thought of wronging him, and you remembered that during the arrest process, you never thought of deliberately killing him, or insisting on killing him."
"Thank you bro..."
"Everyone is selfish. The key is whether you can keep the last bottom line. I watched you grow up, and I know that you always have that line in your heart, so even though you were the last to see He Yu at that time. I don't believe that you would use your public office to intentionally hurt him out of selfishness."
It was only then that Chen Man suddenly realized why Xie Qingcheng left the country three years ago, and when he finally met him, he would ask, "How was He Yu at that time."
After his own silence, Xie Qingcheng did not ask any further questions.
Chen Wan's tears welled up—yes, he went to Guangzhou at that time, partly because he really wanted to grow up, but partly because, as Xie Qingcheng said, he did learn about He's Pharmaceutical in Guangzhou. There might be a problem with the transaction, and he thought that if He Yu really committed a crime, he could catch it himself.
Later, when He Yu died and the suicide note was exposed, everyone knew that He Yu was wronged. At that time, his mood was very complicated. Although he never thought of framing He Yu, he still felt like he was being framed by a The invisible hand slapped hard.
So the fact that he learned about the criminal intelligence of the He Group back then became the sharp claws that had been tormenting his heart.
He wanted to talk to Xie Qingcheng several times, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear that Xie Qingcheng would misunderstand... But he didn't expect that Xie Qingcheng had seen everything clearly from the very beginning.
Chen slowly said in a trembling voice, "You... don't you doubt me?"
Xie Qingcheng: "I know your nature is not like this."
Chen Lan's tears finally fell, he choked and said, "Brother Xie..."
Xie Qingcheng: "I told you this today, and the last knot in your heart will be gone. Chen slow, I hope you don't have to torment yourself because of what happened three years ago, and you will never get peace. Although you have I was selfish, but I didn't do anything to avenge my personal revenge. I haven't had a good life these years, not because I hated anyone, I just thought I should have been able to handle it better at the time, so that He Yu would not have an accident. . But I didn't do it."
Chen Gan wiped his tears hard, shook his head and said, "No, brother, no."
"Tomorrow you are going to sea and going to Mandela Island. That place is very dangerous." Xie Qingcheng looked into Chen Wan's eyes, "so I hope you will go without any burden on your shoulders, and then remember, you must Protect yourself. After you come back, live a good life for your elder brother."
His voice was calm, low, and as calm as ever before.
Chen slow couldn't bear it any longer, the block that had been blocked in his chest for three years finally slowly disintegrated as he burst into tears.
He knew that this was because Xie Qingcheng was worried that he would have any accident, so he took the initiative to pierce the thorn before leaving and relieved the burden in his heart. He wiped away his tears and said, "Brother... Thank you... "
Xie Qingcheng patted his shoulder, leaned over, and finally lit a cigarette in front of Chen Lisheng's tomb.
Twenty-three years.
Dawn, is it really coming
The cemetery was cold and silent, and there seemed to be countless eyes watching the living people who were about to travel far to seek justice.
At this moment, Chen Shan still doesn't know that the reason why Xie Qingcheng would take the initiative to solve his knot is not just because he was worried that he would have an accident, but because Xie Qingcheng already had some ideas in his heart about this war. came up with an idea.
That idea is that no one except the dean of aesthetic education knows&3 0340;.
On the second day, at dawn, the real confrontation finally began.
The front-line armed forces, including Chen Man, took advantage of the fact that He Yu and other leaders were still in the country, and finally waited for the official landing battle on Mandela Island, which had been planned for three years.
The vast army of Tangtang assembled, boarded the ship, and set off—
The fleet broke through the ocean and sailed towards the vast open sea, heading in the direction of the location they knew about the island.
The first batch of 3,000 personnel in this operation consists of armed special police officers, criminal police officers, and scientific researchers who have fought against Duan Wen for many years. They lead soldiers with rich combat experience and are equipped with sophisticated weapons. The main task of this group of fighters is to penetrate the core of Mandela as much as possible, and at the same time collect real-time combat intelligence, transmit it to the staff at the rear headquarters, continuously supplement the information, and spearhead the second and third batch of reinforcements.
Zheng Jingfeng was old, and the commander-in-chief did not let him go to the front line, so he became one of the heads of the rear headquarters. Although he is just an old criminal police officer with no official position, he has been in charge of related cases for 20 years, and this time he has been entrusted with a heavy responsibility as an important leader of the Dreambreaker Organization.
These days, he is completely away from home, working overtime at the headquarters almost continuously.
News constantly came from the front line. Zheng Jingfeng stared at the headquarters and kept updating the data. The bloodshot in everyone's eyes was almost pulled into a cobweb, and the data was still tumbling like a snowball.
"Update the attack mode of the battle robot, and add that when the robot is attacked and cannot move, there is a chance of self-destruction."
"The data has been analyzed, and the absolute safe distance for robots to self-detonate is one kilometer. The detonation probability of their head devices is the lowest. It is recommended to aim at the head to attack during combat."
"At present, the attack data of combat robots has been mastered to 95%."
"… "
Zheng Jingfeng is a stubborn old man who doesn't like to drink milk tea, but he stared at these values and the real-time video of the battle sent back from the front. The picture was filled with gunpowder smoke and flesh and blood. He couldn't help reaching out and grabbed the fat house milk tea beside the technician. , took a deep breath, trying to make himself feel better.
"Team Zheng, my milk tea..."
"Give it to me, you continue to update the data, don't stop."
"… "
The results of this battle are very remarkable. In just three days, nearly half of Mandela's detailed map has been built in the background, thanks to the "Feng Bo", a combat value collection device designed by the technical boss of the command. Fengbo is a buckle worn on the soldier's wrist, which can accurately record the war value and automatically record important battle scenes and the terrain on the island. The 3,000 soldiers they sent were each equipped with "Feng Bo".
"How's the map?"
"Forty-two percent accuracy."
Hearing this, Zheng Jingfeng slapped the technician on the shoulder: "Great! When it reaches fifty percent, I'll order a cup of milk tea for each of you."
Technician: "...Team Zheng, you are so fucking rude."
But everyone’s inner excitement is real. The map created by Feng Bo is different from the blurred satellite map before. Its data will be imported into the weapons and equipment of the second batch of landers, and artificial AI will fight the recorded attack targets. The prompts will tell the fighters how to respond, and can guide the fighters and break through the obstacles.
In other words, the Fengbo system will become the "game strategy" for the soldiers.
The mission given to the first group of pioneers by the Dream Breakers Organization was to attack 30% within a week, and because they had done a lot of preparation before, the morale of the soldiers was high, and it reached 4% on the third day. Twelve, this greatly exceeded the expectations of the dream breaker. What is even more inspiring is that the number of soldiers sacrificed by Dream Breakers is far below expectations. These experienced veterans have exerted a strong ability to survive on the battlefield, evading the attacks of steel machines with flesh and blood.
However, on the fifth day, the situation suddenly changed.
In the middle of the night, the monitor of the headquarters suddenly exclaimed, which shocked everyone around.
"What's the matter?" Zheng Jingfeng immediately grabbed it and asked, with Leopard's eyes staring at the screen.
Although the old policeman couldn't understand the string of English codes above, he had been watching it in front of the monitor for so many days, and the large red suddenly appeared on the screen, so that before he could answer, cold sweat broke down.
What followed was the technician's shaky explanation, stabbed into his heart like an ice pick.
"Team Zheng! The monitoring points of the Fengbo system... all of a sudden... all disappeared..."
"!!"
The Fengbo system monitoring point, to put it bluntly, is the ring on each soldier's wrist. It will not stop recording unless it is damaged.
But the bracelets were carried by the soldiers, and they suddenly disappeared on the map, which meant—
"Frontline..." the technician said tremblingly, "the frontline soldiers...suddenly...suddenly died in a large area..."
Technology B said with a pale face: "No monitoring data was sent back."
Tech Chong Mohan: "At fifty-six percent of Mandela Island, all data transmissions are interrupted... No idea what's going on..."
It's like a horror story.
The original army of more than 2,000 people suddenly disappeared from the map at an extremely fast speed, as if it was not more than 2,000 people, but more than 2,000 ants. One foot of a giant fell, so many lives could be saved. Disappeared in an instant. And the recorder didn't have time to capture any battle scenes!
Everyone gathered over, and after seeing the scene on the screen, they fell silent.
"How could this be..." After a long time, someone broke the dead silence in the command room.
"Can you contact the frontline staff?"
"No, all transmissions are also interrupted..."
The commander opened the satellite map, and the location of the military incident was located near the Blood River in the middle of Mandela Island. This Blood River is a man-made chemical river and a natural barrier to the Mandela Fortress.
The blood river emits a lot of toxic chemical gases all year round. The animals on the island never dare to approach, and there is no grass around.
They have long known this feature of the Blood River, and they have equipped the soldiers with special anti-virus equipment before departure. It is logically impossible for this situation to occur.
And if there is an accident when crossing the blood river, then the frontline loss of contact should also be batched. It is impossible for more than 2,000 people in the entire army to be disconnected in just a few seconds.
Commander: "Data adjustment, how long did it take from the last time you received news from the front line to the complete disconnection?"
The technician's fingers crackled on the keyboard for a while: "Report sir, 247 seconds."
You could hear needles falling in the command room.
247 seconds.
What can accurately strike a team of 2,000 people with high-precision weapons in 247 seconds, without missing a single one? Duan Wen himself also recorded on Mandela Island, and he couldn't have thrown any nuclear weapons into his nest, and from the point of view of satellite monitoring, there was no major damage to Mandela Island itself...
Is there any other secret weapon on that island that they haven't detected for three years
The commander's pupils staring at the screen were tightening violently.
In the end what happened… !
sixth day.
No news.
On the seventh day, there was still no news of anyone alive ahead.
All the relevant high-level officials gathered in the Dreambreaker Headquarters, and anxiety continued to spread among them along with the smoke of the cigarettes. Political Commissar Wang arrived at the Huzhou headquarters on the morning of the sixth day. He was already very old. After staying up all day and night, his eyes were sunken, and he was described as haggard, but he still refused to rest, staring at the screen, as if hoping. In that piece of red representing "destruction", a few surviving green dots can suddenly appear.
But no.
Two days passed without any miracle.
On the contrary, the fear in the society is increasing day by day. The mission of the Dreambreaker to attack the island is a secret mission, and of course the common people will not know about it. .
If the previous drug trials of Duan Wen were only limited to leukemia patients, and the number was limited after all, then the situation would be completely different after medical and aesthetic treatment drugs were involved.
In the society, there have been cases of misuse of illegal drugs one after another, because they were not injected with pure concentrations of rn-13. These cases were not pure spiritual Ebola such as Xie Qingcheng, but more violent and obvious outbreaks. The most typical manifestation is sudden madness and loss of reason, and aggressive behavior towards those around him. Scientists now refer to these people as "subpsychiatric Ebola patients."
A few days ago, a victim of black medical aesthetics suddenly fell ill in a subway station because he was not discovered by the police in time. He beat an elderly passenger next to him and was seriously injured.
More and more people are falling into the fear of this disease, and even those sub-psychiatric Ebola patients who have been cured and discharged are treated differently by others wearing tinted glasses.
"A lunatic should stay in a lunatic asylum."
"Why let them out? Are you sure they are really cured? Who knows when they will attack again. It is irresponsible to the society to release them!"
"It's disgusting to death. In order to cure his leukemia, he used illegal drugs because he didn't have any money. There is also the kind of woman who goes to plastic surgery for the sake of beauty. She has no sense of responsibility for the country. Infecting diseases has become a cancer of the country! For the country And the safety of the people, we should shoot them these irresponsible garbage!"
"Indeed, let them die. It's all self-inflicted."
The island battle is in an unknown situation, and the society is in chaos again, and the situation is getting worse and worse.
On the eighth day.
Disputes began to arise within the Dreambreaker.
According to the original plan, the second group of soldiers should have gone to Mandela Island the day before to join the first group of troops from the rear, but due to the current emergency, this process has been postponed.
Among the high-level people, some people think that the second batch of soldiers must start immediately, and there can be no further delay, otherwise this task will be over. But other people think that they don't know what the weapon that destroyed the second army in 247 seconds is, and rushing to let the second team go to the rescue is very likely to cause more serious consequences and make more Soldiers died innocently.
Surprisingly, even though Chen Man was in the first echelon and his life and death were uncertain, Political Commissar Wang chose to stand on the latter's side after deliberation for a long time.
"The elites can't be let die in vain," he said. "We must find out more before we can send our fighters to the front lines."
Some high-level officials asked the commander-in-chief: "—Didn't you always say that you have a trump card? Your trump card is useless in the face of this problem, right?"
The commander-in-chief had a livid face and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. It seemed that he really wanted to say something, but he endured and didn't say anything.
Zheng Jingfeng suddenly said: "What if the second echelon becomes the third echelon?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I mean..." Zheng Jingfeng has been thinking about this method for a whole day, he made up his mind and said, "In order to avoid more sacrifices, we will not send the second echelon for the time being, but select a few experienced Volunteer soldiers, their purpose is nothing else, go to the island, go straight to the vicinity of the blood river, and try to find out what is going on there, it is better than knowing nothing."
Commander: "Actually, I've thought about the method you mentioned, but—"
"but?"
"There are still a lot of robot soldiers and mechanical fighting dogs left in the cleaned part of the island, and the probability of being able to reach it smoothly is very low." The commander sighed, "You need good skills and insight, otherwise once you are confronted with a large number of mechanical warriors, you must Survival is completely impossible."
"I can go." Zheng Jingfeng said.
Everyone was silent, and those surprised or sharp eyes all looked at the old detective.
"You know my resume, my anti-reconnaissance ability, insight, and the achievements I have made in my career as a criminal police officer in the past few decades." The old policeman said, "I am willing to take people to the island."
long silence.
Finally, Political Commissar Wang coughed, with a sigh that could not be hidden in his voice.
"Old Zheng, you were indeed the criminal police officer with the highest comprehensive ability in Shanghai, and a front-line cadre, but you are already old..."
Zheng Jingfeng: "I am older, but my experience is also richer. I once sneaked into the base of Myanmar drug dealers with my teammates. We lurked there for four days, eating a bit of compressed biscuits on our body, motionless... I can still remain undetected, no matter how harsh the conditions for lurking, I can endure it.”
"This time it's a robot." The commander said tiredly, "Lao Zheng, that's not something normal people can do, and it's likely to die."
Zheng Jingfeng: "Then why can't my life be given away? Why must such a risk be handed over to a younger person?"
"… "
"I am a front-line criminal police officer. I have been a front-line criminal police officer all my life, and I have not retired yet." Zheng Jingfeng said, "I know that the chances of success are not high, but I am the most suitable candidate and the most insignificant sacrifice."
Commander: "Hey! Lao Zheng, don't be impulsive, you..."
Zheng Jingfeng suddenly said: "Do you know why I said about the arrest of the Myanmar drug lord?"
"… "
"Because that was my first assignment after graduating from the police academy. Two comrades-in-arms who lurked motionless for four days in the dark warehouse with me, one was Xie Ping and the other was Zhou Muying."
"... Four decades have passed, and I'm the only one left alive." Zheng Jingfeng's always cold and resolute eyes had a faint wet light, "I think now is the time when I can fight side by side with them again. already."
"The culprit they didn't catch, I should take over the task and go catch it."
The people in the conference room looked at each other, and the faces gradually became full of emotion.
They are all battle-hardened people who have had many regrets in their lives, and some comrades-in-arms who will never come back remain in their hearts.
It's not that they don't understand this feeling.
The atmosphere in the room was suppressed to the extreme for a while, and everyone was silent...
However, at this moment, the automatic doors of the conference room suddenly rang and opened on both sides.
A tall, tall man came in, from the shadows to the incandescent light.
He said, "Uncle Zheng, the most suitable person to go is not you."
Everyone turned back in amazement.
Zheng Jingfeng met the peach blossom eyes of the person who came.
Those eyes looked at him softly but firmly.
"The most suitable person for this task is me."