Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

Three months later, I created a miracle. I was divided into groups when I failed in all items except shooting. Known as the weakest special force in the world, I was assigned to the Saker Falcon nine-man team known as the elite team. They succeeded the snipers who had just changed jobs.

You can imagine the expression of Captain Saker Falcon. I heard that he went to the squadron captain's office and patted the table, and the two scolded each other for three hours. But it has become an established fact, irretrievable.

After I got to the Saker Falcon team, I still focused on training every day. Captain Wang Donghui's training method is just one word: fight! Can't get off a five-kilometer trail run? No problem, change to a ten-kilometer load run. what? a task that can not be done? A rubber stick appeared in front of me. To be precise, the rubber stick made a close contact with the bridge of my nose diagonally.

Captain Wang's attack is not too dark, and he has retained 80% of his strength. At least it didn't interrupt my nose. But this still caused me to have Venus and my nose fly. Captain Wang didn't give me a chance to scream for pain. He grabbed my collar and dragged me to start a ten-kilometer journey.

I was brought back by Wang Donghui for the last six kilometers. My weight plus the load-bearing equipment are more than 160 kilograms, and Captain Wang can still trot all the way to carry me back to the camp. Afterwards, although I was beaten by him, I was somewhat admired for his physical strength. Thinking back now: Pharaoh, you swallowed a lot of medicine!

Since that day, every morning before dawn, I was lifted out of bed by Wang Peipi, carrying a load of 20 kilograms on my back, and embarking on a five-kilometer cross-country journey (I couldn't run out even if I killed 10 kilometers) As long as he can’t keep up with Lao Wang’s speed, he will turn around with a rubber stick... After breakfast, he lay under the thirty-meter-long barbed wire fence and crawled back and forth three hundred times (the first few days, my The backs are all one after another, cut vertically and horizontally, with canine teeth interlaced). This is not over. I have to go to the indoor Sanda training ground to clear my stomach after dinner... Fortunately, I have two hours of shooting time every day for me to vent.

In this way, under the education of Pharaoh's rubber stick, I can barely keep up with the pace of special forces training, although my grades are still hovering above and below the passing line.

One day later at noon, when I was still shuttled back and forth on the barbed wire, a sharp ring came suddenly. Wang Donghui kicked the barbed wire lightly, but looked at the command building in the distance and said, "Come out, it's cheaper for you today. There is a mission."

Two hours ago, four robbers were found by police on patrol when they fled after robbing a bank. The police and bandits had a gun battle. Although they did not succeed in killing the robbers, they were still forced back to the bank. The robbers took bank employees and citizens who came to deposit and withdraw money as hostages. In a major emergency, the Capital Public Security Bureau asked our squadron for help as usual. Half an hour later, Lao Wang took me and seven other people to the scene.

The action plan made by Lao Wang is an old routine that is often trained. The first shot fired by the sniper (me) is the signal. He and his teammates rushed in and killed the gangster as quickly as possible.

I chose the best sniper spot upstairs opposite the bank, and Pharaoh’s voice came from the headset: "Spicy, it's better to kill the one in the corner and take five shots..."

"Papa Papa!"

Before he could finish speaking, I had pulled the trigger four times in a row.

"Fuck! What are you in a hurry! I'm not ready here yet!" the old Wang shouted angrily. When they rushed into the bank, they could no longer find their target. Except for the hostages who were still trembling, there were only four bodies lying on the ground.

My first debut was perfect. From the first shot to the last shot, it only took a little over two seconds. (I heard that the squadron leader wants to remove me from the Falcon Squad. Go to him and pat the table before leaving me). After returning to the brigade, the team arranged for me to do psychological counseling (a necessary procedure after the first shooting and killing), and the conclusion was: Comrade Shen La had excellent psychological quality. This time, four criminals were killed in a row. My psychology did not cause any impact. (You have also seen a dead person, but I have seen a re-evolution of a dead person more than once.)

After this, Lao Wang began to really pay attention to me. Although the daily training intensity did not change much, he never took out the rubber stick again.

In a blink of an eye, two years passed. I have spent the past two years in constant training and missions. Although I am still an ordinary soldier, my rank has changed from second lieutenant to lieutenant. Sanshu changed from a lieutenant back to a common man-he changed his career and went to a state-owned enterprise to be the deputy director of the security department. I visited his family a few times, and when I saw my third uncle, although he was very happy for me, there was an indescribable loneliness in his eyes.

This time all our squadrons came to the junction of Yunnan and Myanmar. After arriving at the location, the squadron leader brought Chief Sun from the Narcotics Division of the Ministry of Public Security, and the two explained the deployment and objectives of the operation.

Director Sun sent a photo to each team leader. The person in the photo is a half-old man. "This person is Mott, a Cambodian. He is now the largest drug carrier in the Golden Triangle. There is evidence that he will exceed one. Tons of drugs are hidden somewhere along the China-Myanmar border. It’s just that we don’t know the exact location of this drug storage site. However, we have received intelligence from the Drug Enforcement Department, and Mott will bring a heavyweight buyer to him in the last few days. The hiding place of the drug. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Our goal this time is to detect and destroy this drug hiding place, and kill all the drug dealers!"

After he finished speaking, the squadron leader began to assign tasks, "The protagonist of this operation is the Saker Falcon. You are responsible for tracking the target and sending a signal after finding the drug storage site. The remaining squads are scattered and hidden to form an encirclement, waiting for the Falcon to send a signal before launching an attack. In order to wipe out the criminals in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!" More than one hundred people replied. The squadron leader nodded and said, "The Falconers stay, and the rest of the teams are in their positions."

After watching the other teams of special forces leave and confirming that there were no more people around, Director Sun took out a photo and handed it to Lao Wang, saying, "You can read it around. This person is the undercover agent of our Drug Enforcement Department. Please ensure his safety."

The photo passed to my hand. This "Infernal Affairs" is a fat black man, he belongs to the lord who can be recognized by throwing in the crowd. This is a proof photo. It's rare that this fat man can still laugh, with a small white tooth on his dark face.

After watching the spread, Director Sun took the photo back. The squadron leader’s gaze scanned each of us’s faces and said, “Is there anything else I want to ask?” Seeing that Pharaoh didn’t say anything, I hesitated for a moment, but took a step forward and said, “You I haven't said how many criminals there will be. What about their weapons and equipment?"

The squadron leader looked at me and nodded and said: "The specific information is unknown. But it is certain that they will not be less than five people. They may carry automatic rifles, um, more than one."

The nine of us didn't have any reaction. We Saker Falcon, who was bigger than this scene, had seen it more than once. But a dozen people, a few imitated AK47s, just a few drug dealers. At best, they are mercenaries in the Golden Triangle, who can't make a big storm.

After confirming that we had no doubts, the squadron leader called the guide sent by the local Public Security Bureau and said: "You should get familiar with the terrain with the guide first. You must reach the designated location before dark and hide."

This area belongs to the subtropical jungle, and it has caught up with the current early summer season. The weather is hot and humid, and the air feels wet when sucked into the lungs. The guide took our group around the woods and walked all the main mountain roads.