Merchant of the Underworld

The sound was loud and clear, like a copper hammer hitting an anvil.

I turned around and saw that it was Zhang Tianbei!

Although Zhang Tianbei is the king of special forces who is famous throughout the army, in terms of appearance, he is no different from ordinary people: dark skin, small eyes, less than 1.7 meters tall, and slightly thin.

He walked straight to Gao Shenghan and asked, "Where is the murderer?"

"Syria." Gao Shenghan replied.

"when are we leaving?"

"Now."

"good!"

Zhang Tianbei said hello, lowered his head and opened his trouser legs, took off two camouflage bags from his calves, and threw them on the ground with two clangs. Just by hearing the sound, he knew that they were not light, weighing at least thirty or forty kilograms.

After throwing away his leggings, Zhang Tianbei turned around and left without saying a word.

Gao Shenghan didn't talk nonsense, winked at me, and then followed me out.

This time it really shocked me.

This was an extremely dangerous top-secret mission in war-torn Syria. Why did the two of them just look like they were just strolling around the street, setting off so casually without finishing three sentences?

As Gao Shenghan walked, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, then said two words: "Let's go."

Then he took Zhang Tianbei and I onto the helicopter and flew straight to the northwest.

Along the way, the two of them didn't say a word.

I couldn't help but feel strange again. Logically speaking, the two of them were good brothers who had experienced life and death. How come they didn't even say a word of gossip after finally meeting each other?

The plane landed on an open sandy field, and an armored personnel carrier was already waiting there.

When I got in the car, I saw two people sitting across from me.

A fat white man in his fifties, with few hairs left on his head, wearing a true-quality shirt.

The other is an old lady who is over sixty years old. She wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses and has a kind face.

As soon as a few of us got on the vehicle, the troop carrier immediately started moving.

Gao Shenghan nodded towards the fat white man and introduced us: "This is Director Jia of the National Security Bureau. He is responsible for external liaison and support for this operation. Aunt Qin was an instructor in the military's Special Situation Division before she retired. Now in the 13th National Security Bureau, she is mainly responsible for Middle East affairs, and she provided the entry and exit routes and relevant intelligence for our operation."

Then he pointed at the two of us and introduced to them: "Zhang Tianbei, the king of special forces, and Zhang Jiulin, a master among the people."

When the two people heard about my identity, they were obviously a little surprised.

Fatty Bai was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled at me.

Aunt Qin pushed up her glasses, as if she was looking at me again, and then said: "Although Director Gao has already told you, I would like to reiterate that this operation is very confidential, and the leaders are also very confidential. We must pay attention to it, and we must not make any mistakes, let alone reveal even a single word to the outside world. We will keep it secret for life and shoot it illegally. Are you two clear?"

"Clear!" Zhang Tianbei straightened his back and replied loudly.

I also nodded and glanced at Gao Shenghan.

Lifelong secrecy, illegal shooting?

It seems that this matter is by no means simple, but Gao Shenghan never told me that it would be so serious. Was he afraid that I would not dare to go?

"Director Gao must have already told you about the specific situation, so I won't repeat it again. Because this mission is the secret of the National Number One, you can only enter Syria through special channels. Don't tell me your true identity. Even your nationality cannot be discovered, I will do your makeup now." After saying that, Aunt Qin took out a black leather suitcase from under her seat.

While she was putting makeup on Zhang Tianbei, I noticed through the shooting hole next to the cabin that there were all kinds of military vehicles painted in camouflage green. Our car was mixed in among them. Let alone outsiders, I was afraid that Even other vehicles don't know the specific situation here.

As the traffic flow continued for a while, the armored vehicle we were riding in suddenly pulled out of the queue and rushed forward.

Aunt Qin finished putting on makeup for us and took out the mirror for us to take a look at.

I have to say, her makeup skills are really amazing, even I can't recognize who is in the mirror.

At this time, I turned into a bearded man with deep eye sockets and brown skin.

Gao Shenghan and Zhang Tianbei also changed their appearance.

We ate something in the car and took a nap.

When he was woken up again, the troop transport vehicle had stopped, and Director Jia and Aunt Qin had already disappeared.

When I opened the car door, I saw a stone tablet standing opposite, with the word "China" written on it, and a bright red national emblem hanging on it.

Apparently, we have reached the border!

Only then did I understand that it turned out that the military exercises were used to provide us with cover. Otherwise, no matter what kind of vehicle drove directly to the border, it would always attract the attention of others.

Gao Shenghan took a tattered backpack, handed it to Zhang Tianbei and said: "We can't use the domestic equipment, so we'll make do with this."

Zhang Tianbei opened his backpack and saw two pistols, more than twenty magazines, seven or eight sweet potato grenades, an American communicator, a multifunctional telescope, and a small box similar to a suitcase. .

He took out the gun, fiddled with it with a clicking sound, squinted one eye and adjusted the sight, and then inserted it into his waist and boot.

Gao Shenghan also handed me a communicator, and then said: "I didn't prepare a gun for you, you probably won't need it." Then he pointed at my backpack and said: "Pick out the things that clearly have domestic marks. You can’t take them with you, and you can leave your mobile phone as well.”

"Then you can't bring anything with you. There are no such things as charms abroad..." I said with some embarrassment.

"That's okay, there will be nothing left after being blown up by the artillery fire." Gao Shenghan said as he also put two pistols on his waist.

We got out of the car and found someone standing not far away.

Holding a submachine gun in both hands, he looked around with great vigilance - even though there was nothing around him.

I recognized this man at a glance. It was the Uyghur man riding a motorcycle.

It's not that like Gao Shenghan, he specially disguised himself as a Uighur, that should be his original appearance.

"I forgot to introduce you. His name is Latier. In order to deal with the affairs in Xinjiang, I specially asked for a capable person from Lao Liao. He has just been transferred to the public security system less than half a year ago." He was mentioned when he was mentioned. Latier turned his head to look at me and forced a smile, but his smile was really ugly.

After everything was sorted out, we crossed the boundary marker.

Not far away, I asked a little strangely: "Didn't you say you were going to Syria? But it's not right to leave from here."

"If you just go like this, you will be easily exposed, so you need another layer of identity as a cover." Gao Shenghan explained: "A while ago, a group of Syrian terrorists crossed the border to cause trouble and were beaten to death and injured by the local armed police. But, But a few small bosses escaped."

"I pressed the locator on one of the leaders, and this time I happened to follow them to annihilate them and enter Syria disguised as their identities!"