Go back to 1990 to start a business

Chapter 332

Lao Dao carried Binglan into the cargo hold and saw three corpses neatly placed on the ground. They were the three killers whose heads he shot.

He put down Binglan and found the first aid kit, which contained enough emergency treatment drugs for a team, including a tourniquet with a screw button.

"Do you recognize what is written here?" Lao Dao asked Binglan as he took out a box of injections.

"I don't know, but this must be for pain relief. Anti-inflammatory drugs are taken orally. Give me an injection first."

"Tie it in the front or in the back?"

Binglan was angry: "Can you get an acupuncture in front of you?"

"Oh, okay." The old man had a very good attitude and gave Binglan an injection first. Although he had never done this job, he was very capable and was no worse than a nurse. At least Binglan was very satisfied with this roughness. of tenderness.

Then Lao Dao gave Binglan oral medicine and treated her wounds...

Although Binglan took painkillers, her whole body was still shaking from the pain of alcohol disinfection...

After the processing was completed, Binglan was lying there soaked with sweat. She shyly greeted the old man: "Come here."

The old Taoist lowered his head, and Binglan gently wiped the urine on his face with both hands. He was about to say sorry, but the old Taoist said first: "You are seriously short of water, please drink some water?"

Binglan blushed immediately, what else did you taste?

She was so angry that she suppressed her 'I'm sorry' again, and just said: "I don't dare to drink, it hurts too much to pee."

"Don't be afraid. If you pee again, tell me in advance and I will cover it with gauze so that you can't touch the wound."

Binglan was even more embarrassed, but Lao Tao took the kettle, lifted her head, and fed her.

Binglan drank to her fill and felt in a good mood, saying:

"We took food and water and found a hiding place away from this place. If these people have been out of contact for too long, someone will definitely come to check. We have to create the illusion that we have returned to the city, and then wait until I am healed before leaving. "

The old Taoist shook his head and said:

"This is too troublesome. Let's fly the helicopter to find a suitable place, unload all the food, water, radios, and useful field equipment on the plane, and then I will fly back myself. Gather the bodies together and burn the plane. Who will I don’t know what’s missing.”

Binglan thinks it makes sense, as it saves her a lot of trouble.

But she said: "Then go to my brother first. If you want to see him alive, you want to see his body."

The old Taoist nodded, how could he give up without letting her take a look.

At that moment, Lao Dao carried Binglan into the co-pilot position and sat in the driver's seat. Binglan first explained the operation to him, and then Lao Dao started the plane. Binglan kept directing the helicopter as it flew along the river at low altitude.

Binglan simply doubted whether the veteran had practiced and how could he fly so well in a helicopter for the first time?

It only took a few minutes to arrive. Needless to say, Binglan had already seen the pile of bonfire ashes under the illumination of the plane's searchlight.

After stopping the helicopter, Lao Dao hugged her again and walked to the ashes.

Inside was a body burned to black charcoal.

Binglan burst into tears.

She knew without asking that this must be Chen Feng.

After a while, Binglan's tear-stained face turned to Lao Dao, her tone pleading:

"Help me bury my brother, okay?"

"No problem." The old man agreed readily.

Half an hour later, a new grave stood in the jungle.

There was also a wooden tablet erected on it, and Binglan carved it with her own hands: Chen Feng’s tomb, her sister Zhang Binglan stands in respect.

This is a challenge to the KGB, I'm still alive to kill you all.

Binglan is not afraid at all. The consequences will be the same whether she calls or not.

Unless she is caught, nothing can be done.No one can do anything to anyone.

Because Chen Feng entered the country illegally and had no entry record, and if others did not recognize him, the Chen family would have no chance of survival.

And if Binglan kills KGB people, the KGB will not make it public.There is no country in the world that can defend spies.At best, it's an exchange of spies.There are battlefield rules on the battlefield. What is wrong with a spy killer who dies? Could it be that he was killed while traveling?

The helicopter took off again, but this time it landed on the other side of the river, on the grass in front of a natural cave.

Lao Dao first brought the emergency tent into the cave and spread it on the ground, then carried Binglan in, then brought all the food, water, and radio into the cave, gave her an assault gun, and then drove away in a helicopter.

This time, he loaded the bodies of Binglan's two bodyguards and the three killers onto the helicopter and returned to the location for the final battle.

After getting off the plane and walking about twenty meters away, the assault rifle fired wildly. The auxiliary fuel tank hanging on the left side was riddled with holes. Gasoline was gurgling, but it didn't explode.

The gas tank explodes when it hits it. That's a plot that movies like to use. It's very difficult in reality. If you throw a cigarette butt into a gasoline barrel, you have to put it out, otherwise no one would hang out.

He came back, ignited an oily rag and threw it under the gas tank.

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The fire engulfed the plane within seconds, and the raging flames caused the smoke to soar hundreds of meters, making it a spectacular mess.

The old Taoist took off his clothes, wrapped a big stone inside, tied it up, and threw the wheel arm to the other side of the river.

Then he swam calmly across the river.

I went back to the cave, found a bunch of branches, and completely submerged the cave entrance.

Finally, he lay next to Binglan and asked, "Have you contacted your family?"

Binglan smiled softly: "I only reported that it was safe and said that I would be back in seven days, but I didn't give any details. This radio station is powered by a hand crank, and it hurts when I shake it."

"Then I'll shake it." The old Taoist was about to get up and shake it excitedly, but Binglan held him back: "No, don't let anyone position you."

The old Taoist had no choice but to give up, but Binglan didn't let go of her hand, just holding his arm.

"Tell me about your past." Binglan said expectantly.

"Oh, I can't tell. You are from the Chen family."

"Ah? Are you from Xia Chuan?" Binglan was startled.

"No, I am Xia Chuan's friend."

Binglan was stunned, silent for a while, and said softly: "I understand. Xia Chuan still wants to kill my brother, but the KGB intervened and wanted to kill me too, so that the Chen family and Xia Chuan would fight."

The old Taoist said indifferently:

"I don't want to lie to you. I actually killed Chen Feng. I made it look like he committed suicide. So the KGB burned him, and they wanted the Chen family to believe that Xia Chuan killed him. But you'd better go back and don't say that, Chen family If you dare to touch Xia Chuan again, I will kill him. Xia Chuan is my best friend."

Binglan slowly let go of her hand, and her hot heart gradually became cold. She felt that the two of them were suddenly so unfamiliar, as if there was a chasm that could never be crossed.

Outside the cave covered by branches, the moonlight fell like water on the earth, turning the lush mountain forest into a gray patch. Occasionally, a few crows flew into the night sky and disappeared quickly. On the horizontal branch of a big tree, an owl He stared at the cave quietly, his eyes flashing like will-o'-the-wisps. He suddenly swooped down, like a flash of lightning, grabbing a wild rat that escaped from the hole, and quickly flew away without a trace.