Chapter 489: Can't let go

Regardless of the authenticity of Xiaojun's words, the obvious traces of healing on his body can be used as proof. The old professor who just called out the poison also nodded to the crowd. Although he had not yet identified all the poison, if a person who was infected with this poison did not receive timely detoxification and treatment, it would never be possible that he would still be breathing and survive.

Xiaojun didn't know what the poison was, and he couldn't ask. He took the antidote without even knowing what the poison was. Who would believe this sentence? The lies about Xiaojun's biggest secret will be self-defeating.

However, when the old professor was conducting a simple test, Xiaojun frowned slightly. Is this poison? No, I must have thought too much about it. There are thousands of strange people in the world, and it is just roughly similar, not necessarily true. Even if it is the same, who guarantees that no one else in this world will do it?

"General Zuo, you should do less dangerous actions in the future. I know you are experienced, but sometimes it is better to be more safe, do you think so?" Looking at the scars on the naked skin, the old professor swallowed it recklessly. How could a person with such experience not know the danger? Without full confidence, how could he go back?

Xiaojun nodded, and the bandage was completed at this moment. After moving a little, he felt that the impact of the wound on the entire body still existed. At least the movement of the body and arms was greatly restricted. Xiaojun couldn't help but laugh at himself. No matter how strong the recovery ability was, the bullet hit the edge of the bone crack, and it would not be possible to restore normal state.

After signaling, Dashan took another set of clothes and came over. Xiaojun stretched his hands and Dashan put them on for him.

"Now everyone takes turns to rest. Today, all the Long Sword team members who participated in foreign affairs activities are resting. The Dragon Group will be affected first, cooperate with another group of Long Sword team members to conduct inspections around, rest in stages, and prepare for the evening action." He stood up and walked directly to the side of a group of comrades and issued an order.

"General Zuo, don't you plan to go to the hospital with us for rest?" The old professor and the doctors were both surprised by Xiaojun's behavior. After being injured so seriously, would he continue to participate in the activities of commanding and defending foreign guests?

Xiaojun turned around, pointed at them on the shoulder and said, "I can't let it go."

His body was a little awkward, and when he walked, he could tell how great the impact the wound had on him. Can he still perform tasks?

I can't let go, what a simple sentence, Chinese soldiers, this is Chinese soldiers. When facing national interests, they can always stand up bravely.

"I can't let go, I can't let go~~~~" These few short words spread between all the commanders and soldiers near Diaoyutai. The sound was not loud, but one was passed to one, one row to one row. Every soldier who was performing a mission had his body straight and his body straightened, and the gun that he had already clasped his hands tightly and tighter.

Responsibility and honor only completed a psychological transformation in an instant, especially those soldiers who were not from the Military Security Bureau, the strongest individual soldier in China, the strongest commander below the medium-sized scale, and the youngest general, who used his actions to express the persistence of a Chinese soldier. It also established a positive image for everyone, allowing all soldiers to take a step forward in their understanding of responsibility.

"Is he okay?" The old professor's eyes were a little wet. He was older and was particularly moved. He had served as a field doctor in the war era and saw the iron-blooded marshal (Liu La, everyone has learned all the textbooks in middle school) reappearing. The inheritance of the Chinese army has not been broken. Who said that the next generation who grew up in peacetime was not outstanding enough? With this person, the example is enough.

Dashan handed Xiaojun's blood-stained clothes into a bag to the Dragon Sword Warrior who was about to rest. The director's order was that during the mission, all places where they were staying were not allowed to be extra or missing, and even more so, there was no allowance to damage the location where the mission was performed.

He picked up the gun again, Dashan took a step and chased Xiaojun's figure, leaving a sentence for all the doctors who came: "When the director really needs to take action, all of us believe that the person who rushed to the front to face the enemy will definitely be the director."

Trust is the impression that Xiaojun left to all the soldiers of the Military Security Bureau over the years, and it is also a belief that they believe extremely.

Dashan said that, but he made a decision in his heart. From now on, he will never leave the director's side. No matter what happens, the director must not drag his injured body to face the enemy.

Sitting in the car, Xiaojun was thinking about the shooting and assassination master who suddenly appeared. He knew that Dashan's loss of consciousness was only a moment, and it was not a dereliction of duty for ordinary snipers. However, the mysterious master could calculate the distance and speed of the queen's move, and pose and aim at the target within two seconds. Xiaojun asked himself that he could barely achieve this level. The most difficult part was not two seconds, but the route calculated from his heart. Under the search of the sniper rifle of Dashan and others, I believe that the master did not have much time and too many opportunities to show his head to observe. He said more in just a few glances. That's it, the other party's shooting line did not have any deviation.

So strong, although I don’t know the ability of this person in other aspects, just this shooting ability is absolutely world-class, this kind of enemy is often the most terrifying. Assassination from a long distance is hard to defend against. Unlike when facing an opponent like Jimmy Jihong, at least you should face it directly. Everything is gong-like and drum-like. Enemies like this are the most terrifying. They will always be hidden in the dark and don’t know when they will come for you like this.

The body was still a little painful. Xiaojun knew that it was not the pain of the wound, but the slight pain that came when the wound healed, with a hint of numbness and slight sensation.

Xiaojun also knew that he would definitely not be able to escape the observation of this person when he was injured. Humph, no matter whether you are alone or an organization, I, Zuo Haojun, will definitely reward you ten times the reward. The performance in the Great Hall will be performed in the evening. No matter whether you have the ability to enter or not, as long as you dare to appear again, I will kill you on the horse.

"Dangdangdang!!" The car window was knocked, and Long Yi looked anxious and shouted to Xiaojun who opened the car door: "Director, something happened~~ Something happened!"

What can make the calm Long Yi look like? Xiaojun is waiting for Long Yi's answer.

"Director, your subordinate Zuo Wu was killed. Just at the foot of the Great Wall, Ms. Han Shuang saw the killer, but was discovered by the other party and carried out an anti-sneak attack. Zuo Wu got a silver needle with a poisonous silver needle in order to protect Han Shuang. He stopped breathing before he even got on the car."

Xiaojun paused, his eyes paused, and a look of extreme anger flashed in it, but it only flashed by, and his voice suddenly became cold: "Are you sure there is no hope of treatment?"

"Yes, Han Shuang is outside now." Long Yi didn't say what the way he learned, but Xiaojun could also think of Shuang'er, Xiaoyu, Zhou Weimin, and Long Yi.

"Looking forward, the members of the Jiapailong team are holding guns to the commanding heights. I don't want any blind spots. At least two guns must be aimed at each other at the far angle, and they will be rested alternately." After saying this, Xiaojun started the car and left the Diaoyutai.

Shuang'er's eyes were still red, but it was limited to these circles. Xiao Jun felt the murderous aura on her body, a very strong murderous aura. He hadn't seen it for a long time.

"Fifth brother is dead!" Shuang'er said the first sentence to Xiaojun.

"Process!" The calmer Xiaojun is, the more angry Xiaojun is. Many people who are familiar with him know this very well. Now they can't even care about their lover's emotions. It's not that they can't care about it, but that he knows that Shuang'er at this time has the same mood as himself.

Shuang'er sniffed and told Xiaojun in detail the whole process. Especially the man's figure and appearance, Shuang'er always had a feeling that she seemed to have seen a lot, but she didn't find any special thing on the man. She put the Buddha on the Great Wall and saw a tourist like this. It was very strange. For her, who had a strong observation ability, this feeling was very strange. Although all of this was just the tip of the iceberg, she hoped that it would be useful to Xiaojun.

Poison? Super powerful assassination technique? The ability to use long-distance guns? The proficient use of cold weapons? The flexible use of camouflage skills? Superman's intuitive sensory ability?

Xiaojun combined the qualities of this killer in his mind, and originally wanted to analyze the ability of this killer, but when all this was brought together, a man who could be regarded as a distant memory was introduced into Xiaojun's mind.

"Impossible, Impossible, Impossible!" Xiaojun shook his head, trying to get rid of the image of the person in his mind, but he didn't believe it would be him.

"Why, you know who it is, right? Tell me, tell me!" Shuang'er seemed a little crazy. At first, Zuo Wu was poisoned. Shuang'er had not been like this. The killer who had been trained in Wugu has been facing the identification of various poisons and the reactions to such poisons since childhood. She even had to test the poison with her body, and had a certain antibody to the poison. She did not expect that the poison on the silver needle would be so fierce, and it would take away a person's life silently.

The fifth brother died for himself, so he must take revenge, and he must take revenge!
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