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, Xie Qingcheng naturally knows 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 tombs 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 respectively presented a white bouquet to the deceased who died many years ago, and the fragrance of white chrysanthemum lingered on the 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."

"Hmm."

"Twenty-three years."

"Yeah..."

"Actually, I still remember that before my father's accident, he 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 Good, not like the others my dad took before."

The inscriptions on the tombstone have faded a little because of the passage of time.

of."

"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 after Li Yun became a regular, he was with other masters, and he was not very familiar with their family.

The two stayed silent for a while with the dead in the cemetery, the forest leaves rustling.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly said to Chen Shan, "That's right."

"Huh?"

"Three years ago, the reason why you moved to Guangzhou 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...

Chen slow's voice is 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 Xie Qingcheng What Qing Cheng really wanted to talk about when he met with him today.

He trembled: "Brother...you...did you already know?"

“…hmmm.”

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 Man.

“…”

"Why didn't I ask you after He Yu's shipwreck. There have been so many opportunities in the past three years, why 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 you hated He Yu at that time, and you desperately wanted to find evidence that he was a rapist. , this is your selfishness. However, I also believe that you never thought of wronging him, nor did you think of intentionally killing him or killing him during the arrest. "

"Thank you..."

"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 at that time You were the last person to see He Yu, and I didn't believe that you would use your public office to deliberately hurt him out of selfishness."

Chen Man suddenly realized why Xie Qingcheng left the country three years ago, and when he finally met himself, he would ask "How was He Yu at that time."

After his own silence, Xie Qingcheng did not ask any further questions.

Chen slow's tears welled up - yes, he went to Guangzhou, partly because he really wanted to grow up, but partly because, as Xie Qingcheng said, he did know He thought that if He Yu really committed a crime, he could catch it himself.

After He Yu died and the suicide note was exposed, everyone knew that He Yu had been wronged, and he was in a very complicated mood at that time, although he never thought of framing He Yu, He still felt like he had been slapped hard by an invisible hand.

The fact that he learned about the criminal intelligence of the He Group back then became the sharp claws that have been tormenting his heart.

He wanted to talk to Xie Qingcheng several times, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that Xie Qingcheng would misunderstand... But he didn't expect that Xie Qingcheng would take everything seriously from the very beginning got it clearly.

Chen slowly said in a trembling voice, "You...don't you doubt me?"

Xie Qingcheng: "I know your nature is not like this."

Chen slow's tears finally fell, he choked: "Brother Xie..."

I can't get peace. Although you are selfish, you haven't done anything to avenge your personal revenge. I haven't had a good life these years. It's not because I hate anyone, I just feel that I should be able to handle it better at the time. In this way, He Yu will not be in trouble. But I didn't do it."

Chen slow wiped her tears, shook her head and said, "No, brother, no."

"Tomorrow you are going to sea, to Mandela Island. That place is very dangerous." Xie Qingcheng looked into Chen Wan's eyes, "So I hope you don't have any burden on your shoulders Go away, and then remember, you must protect yourself. After you come back, live a good life for your elder brother. "

His voice was steady, low, and as calm as ever before.

Chen Slow couldn't bear it any longer, the block that had been stuck in his chest for three years finally disintegrated in his burst of crying.

He knew that it was Xie Qingcheng who 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.

Chen slow at this moment doesn't know yet, the reason why Xie Qingcheng will take the initiative to solve his knot is not just because he is worried that he will have an accident, but because he is worried about this war , Xie Qingcheng already had an idea in his heart.

That idea is unknown to anyone except the dean of aesthetic education.

On the second day, at dawn, the real confrontation finally began.

The first-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.

Haohao Tangtang's army assembled, boarded the ship, set off—

The fleet broke through the ocean, sailed to the vast open sea, and sailed in the direction of the island they knew.

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 with 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 is 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, so this time he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility and served as an important leader of the Dreambreaker Organization.

These days, he is not at home at all, working overtime at the headquarters almost continuously.

News are constantly coming from the front line, Zheng Jingfeng is staring at the headquarters and constantly updating the data, the blood in everyone's eyes is almost pulled into a cobweb, and the data is still surging 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 of the robot's self-destruction 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 the combat robot 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. Grabbing the fat house milk tea by the technician's hand, he took a heavy sip, trying to make himself feel better.

"Team Zheng, my milk tea..."

"Give it to me, you continue to update the data, don't stop."

“…”

Installation "Feng Bo". Fengbo is a buckle worn on the warrior'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 dispatched were each equipped with "Feng Bo".

"How's the map?"

"Forty-two percent accuracy."

Zheng Jingfeng slapped the technician on the shoulder when he heard this: "Great! When it reaches fifty percent, I'll order a cup of milk tea for each of you."

Technician: "...Team Zheng, you are so **** rude."

Combat reminders for the recorded attack targets 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 warriors.

Dream Breakers gave the first group of pioneers the task of attacking 30% within a week, and because of the preparatory work they had done before, the morale of the soldiers was high, and on the third day It has reached 42%, which greatly exceeds the expectations of the dream breakers. 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, 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 he had not waited for an answer. Cold sweat dripped down.

What followed was the technician's shivering explanation, stabbing him in the heart like an ice pick.

"Team Zheng! The monitoring points of Fengbo system...suddenly...disappeared..."

"!"

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 are carried by the soldiers, and they suddenly disappear on the map, which means—

"Frontline..." The technician said tremblingly, "Frontline soldiers...suddenly...suddenly killed in a large area..."

Technology B said with a pale face: "No monitoring data was sent back."

Technical Cushion: "At fifty-six percent of Mandela Island, all data transmissions were interrupted...don't know what happened..."

This is 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 Falling down, so many lives can be wiped out in an instant. And the recorder didn't have time to capture any battle scenes!

Everyone gathered, and after seeing the scene on the screen, they were silent.

"How could this be..." After a long time, someone broke the dead silence in the command room.

"Can I reach the frontline?"

"No, all transfers were interrupted..."

The commander opened the satellite map, the location of the army accident is near the blood river in the middle of Mandela Island, this blood river is a man-made chemical river, which is 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.

.

Commander: "How long did it take to adjust the data, 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, 2.47 seconds."

You can hear needles in the command room.

2.47 seconds.

What can accurately strike a team of 2,000 people with high-precision weapons in 2.47 seconds, and not one will miss it? Duan Wen himself is also on Mandela Island, so it is impossible for him to throw any nuclear weapons on his old nest, and from the point of view of satellite monitoring, there is no major damage to Mandela Island itself...

Is there any secret weapon on that island that they haven't detected for three years?

The commander's pupils staring at the screen were tightening violently.

What happened...!

Sixth day.

No messages.

On the seventh day, there was still no message of anyone alive ahead.

All relevant high-level executives gathered in the Dreambreaker Headquarters, and anxiety continued to spread among them with the smoke of 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.

No.

Two days passed and no miracle happened.

But he couldn't hide it.

If the previous drug trials were limited to leukemia patients, and the number was limited, then the situation would be completely different after medical and aesthetic drugs were involved.

There are cases of misuse of illegal drugs one after another in the society, because they are not injected with pure concentration of rn-13, these cases are not pure spiritual Ebola such as Xie Qingcheng , but a more rude and obvious performance broke out, the most typical one is suddenly going crazy and losing his mind, and attacking the people around him. Scientists now refer to these people as "subpsychiatric Ebola patients."

A few days ago, a victim of black medical beauty, who was not found by the police in time, suddenly fell ill in the subway station, and beat an elderly passenger beside him to serious injuries and is still hospitalized.

More and more people are falling into the fear of this disease, even those sub-mental Ebola patients who are cured and discharged are treated differently by others wearing colored glasses.

"A lunatic should be in a lunatic asylum."

"Why let them out? Are you sure they are really cured? Who knows when it will happen again. It is irresponsible to the society to release them!"

"It's disgusting. In order to cure my leukemia, I use illegal drugs because I don't have money. There are also women who go to plastic surgery for the sake of beauty. They have no sense of responsibility to the country. It has become a cancer of the country! For the safety of the country and the people, we should shoot 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.

The eighth day.

Dreambreakers began to quarrel within themselves.

According to the original plan, the second group of fighters 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 believe 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 2.47 seconds is, and rushing to let the second team go to the rescue will most likely cause more serious consequences and make more soldiers innocent. sacrifice.

Surprisingly, although Chen Wan is in the first echelon, and his life and death are currently uncertain, Political Commissar Wang chose to stand on the latter side after deliberation for a long time.

He said: "We can't let the elite die in vain. We must find out more before we can send our fighters to the front line."

There are also high-level executives who 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 do you mean?"

"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. Instead, 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 happened there, it is better than knowing nothing."

Commander: "Actually, I also thought about the method you mentioned, but—"

"But?"

Fighting head-on with a large number of mechanical warriors, it is completely impossible to survive."

"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, know my anti-reconnaissance ability, insight, and the achievements I have made in my decades of criminal police career." The old policeman said, "I am willing to bring people to to the island."

A long silence.

Finally, Political Commissar Wang coughed, with a sigh that could not be hidden in his voice.

"Old Zheng, you really used to be the criminal policeman with the first comprehensive ability in Shanghai and a front-line cadre, but you are already old..."

Zheng Jingfeng: "I am older, but I have more experience. I once sneaked into the base of Myanmar drug dealers with my teammates. We lurked there for four days, and we ate A bit of compressed biscuits on my body, motionless... I can still be undetected now, no matter how harsh the conditions of lurking, I can endure it."

"This time we have to face robots." The commander and fighter said tiredly, "Old Zheng, that is not something normal people can do, and there is a high probability of death."

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." Zheng Jingfeng said, "I know that the chances of success are not high, but I am the most suitable candidate, yes 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 mission when I graduated from the police academy. The two comrades-in-arms who stayed motionless for four days in the dark warehouse with me, one was Xie Ping, the other was It's Zhou Muying."

"...Forty years 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 I can make peace with It's time for them to fight side by side again."

"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 with 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 house was suppressed to the extreme, 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 walked in, from the shadows to the incandescent light.

He said: "Uncle Zheng, the most suitable person to go is not you."

Everyone turned around in amazement.

Zheng Jingfeng met the peach eyes of the person who came.

The eyes looked at him gently but firmly.

"The most suitable person for this task is me."

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The author has something to say:

The seemingly low-key "adaptability" of the early emperor system is so buggy... He is indeed the most awesome transforming person...

He Yu: I'm the best! (tears)

Brother Xie: I will protect you, so you are the best.

He Yu: woo woo woo woo

Xie Xue: Actually, your greatest ability is to cry... He Yu...