The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Seven figures in camouflage camouflaged through the jungle, also fighting for the heavy responsibility they shoulder.

At this time, it was the Chinese New Year festival. The advancing special forces of the Snowy Brigade followed their captain, risking their lives with steel guns and carrying heavy loads. The lights of Wanjia were behind them, and their existence was only to wait. Thousands of lights.

Xia Jinyuan, who was advancing, knew that his comrade-in-arms would definitely follow behind him, so whenever Luke wanted to stop and rest before leaving, he would urge him, so much so that in the end Luke thought whether there were Chinese armed police chasing after him.

But until they came out of the jungle, the mobile phone finally had a signal, and Luke didn't see the appearance of the Chinese armed police.

Xia Jinyuan didn't give him time to catch his breath, and asked him to contact cobra as soon as possible.

"I really admire you, Xia, we started running yesterday afternoon, and now..." Luke checked the time on his phone, and it was twelve o'clock the next day, "Now at twelve o'clock, we have run It's been a long time, really, Xia, listen to me, we really might have a good rest for a while before we talk about it."

Taking a rest for a while will delay the time of the comrades behind him for a while. Xia Jinyuan coldly watched Luke, who had lowered his vigilance after entering the territory of Myanmar, and said indifferently without any room for negotiation: "Qin Maungsheng scheming Mr. Cobra, you don't have to worry about it. ?"

A word reminded Luke, and also made Luke's eyes darken suddenly, he lowered his eyes and shrugged helplessly, "Okay, you reminded me, yes, we really need to go back as soon as possible. Beside Mr. Cobra. If something happens to Mr. Cobra, I don't think all of us... would even think about leaving Myanmar."

Luke, who came out of the dense forest, called Cobra, which represents darkness. Xia Jinyuan made a mark in a hidden place when he was talking with Cobra. The mark left at this time is a bit complicated and consists of graphics, except for the snowy area. Except the comrades in the brigade can read it, other people can't guess what it means.

This is the comrade-in-arms who is chasing after telling them that they are about to leave by means of transportation, and their destination remains unchanged.

A few hours ago, Cobra returned from the Burmese army to a nearby village. When he came back, the sky just turned white. Cobra, who knew that he had been tricked by Qin Maungsheng, did not rest, but carried a drawing board that he would take wherever he went. In front of the village, start painting.

Cobra is good at ink painting, and every ink painting is quite beautiful, but those who are familiar with him know that Cobra only draws with a pen when he is in a bad mood.

So now, the bodyguards accompanying him all know that his boss is in a very bad mood right now, and it is best not to get in trouble in the past.

Luke's call relieved the tense nerves of the bodyguard who usually answered Cobra's calls. Luke and Xia had already escaped from China and now entered Myanmar safely, with no armed police behind them.

Cobra, who was concentrating on painting, heard the bodyguard's low voice, and learned that the two capable subordinates below him had exhausted all their strength to escape from the Chinese territory. With a slightly gloomy expression, he motioned for the bodyguard who was talking to Luke to hand over the mobile phone to him. Own.

Luke heard cobra's voice, first greeting, and then asking if cobra had time to hear what he needed to say next.

Holding a paintbrush in one hand, using watercolor to outline landscape ink to paint light and dark cobra shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Of course it's possible, what do you want to tell me?"