Rise of the Wasteland

Palmyra, Zhou Qingfeng stirred up two days later.

The United States has accused Russia of indulging terrorists to attack civilians, and Russia has accused the United States of unlawful aggression against Syria. The two sides shuddered on the UN Security Council and were bored.

On the battlefield of Palmyra, an investigation team dispatched by the United Nations rushed to conduct on-site investigations. This multi-national team is facing an ancient city that has been completely destroyed, investigating so-called war crimes.

By forging the identity, Fidel, the chief intelligence officer of cIa, was present in the team. When he stood on the sand full of flesh and blood, the smell of blood was still extremely strong and pungent.

"A unit of the Nusra Front was massacred here, and we found about a hundred bodies. Most were killed by heavy machine guns and a small amount was crushed by tanks." A Syrian official received the investigation team and introduced The current situation.

It is ridiculous to say, this scene is similar to how China was bullied by Japan in the past-something happened, the National League sent people to investigate, and then there was no more. Weak nations don't expect someone to truly do justice for themselves.

Fidel held his nose around the scene, hoping for something. After all, the quality and abilities of Syrians are extremely low, and any omissions are inevitable. It was just that there was nothing more than scattered corpses on the scene.

"Mr. Fidel, 'Vulture Squad' has been returned to its base in Turkey. Lieutenant Sheldon is awake and his injuries are stable." The intelligence assistant said quietly.

"Somewhat useful." Fidel's indifferent tone also represented his mood at the moment.

"Three of the six 'seals' were killed and the other three were injured to varying degrees. Lieutenant Sheldon said that they were engaged in a brief exchange of fire with the target's tank.

At present we have not been able to track the whereabouts of this tank, it can be said that the mission has failed. The only gains were a few pieces of optical camouflage, and the Department of Defense was organizing manual research. Its technical level is higher than we think, the most special is ... "

The intelligence assistant kept talking and seemed to be a little uncertain about the truth. Fidel hurried: "You just have to tell the current situation, how to judge it is my business."

"We showed a trace of the label on the fragment. It seems that the original label was torn off and a new label was placed on it."

"Special combatants like to put something personal on their clothes. Is there anything special about the new label?"

The intelligence assistant scratched his head and said, "The new label is an ancient word called 'golden'. We asked a linguistic expert from the National Security Agency to crack it, and it meant 'Exclusive to Your Head of Legion.'"

what?

Fidel was so confused that he tried hard to understand what it meant? ‘Head of the Legion’? Who is this person?

The strangest thing is ..., ancient words?

What does this **** situation have to do with China? Who would be full and have nothing to do with such text on an optical camouflage?

If Boss Zhou was asked this way, he would definitely say-Lao Tzu pretended that he was very educated, and displayed a gold inscription label.

"The man we're dealing with is nicknamed 'Leader of the Legion'?" Fidel thought of Victor Hugo, who was popular all the time, but he couldn't connect an actor to a fighter. "But why did he use an ancient word?"

A bold speculation came out of Fidel's head, but he could only sigh in his heart, "If it is really a Sino-Russian joint, it is not impossible. After all, they are currently on the T-45 power armor project. Happy cooperation. "

Difficult, Eagle sauce is also powerful and unknowing.

Now it is clear that the United States is the only country in the United States. It has overwhelming advantages accumulated over decades in the military, technology and finance fields. For example, our number of aircraft carriers per capita is still very low. Whenever we talk about ‘per capita’, we all suffer. It will take a long time to catch up.

Faced with a common enemy, it is inevitable that China and Russia will join forces.

Facing the current situation, Fidel also felt a headache. With the power of cIa, there is no way to openly operate in Syria, everything must be cautious. Now that the powerful and mysterious warrior is missing, he closed his eyes and pondered for a while and then suddenly asked, "Where is that little girl?"

little girl? Naturally refers to 'Little Poor' taken by a drone during yesterday's operation. Fidel inquired subconsciously, and the intelligence assistant was also stunned. No one ever thought of going after the humble girl.

"Finding a way to look it up, maybe it's a breakthrough." Fidel has few clues at hand, only one counts. "No one can run around with a child casually, and our goal may be to find a place to entrust this child."

Zhou Qingfeng was too erratic, and no one knew where he was. But a child is much easier to find. When cIa tried to find another way, Zhou Qingfeng was also saying goodbye to 'Little Poor'.

In a small town near Damascus, a potty road runs through the hot desert. A T-72 tank was parked by the side of the road, and Valena's power armor was dropped on the tank. Valina, in her outfit, was leaning against the tank and watching not far away, two people, one big and one small, to be separated.

"Little brother, my brother wants to say goodbye to you. Go with Sister Valena. She promised that I would take care of you. I hope you can live a good life." Zhou Qingfeng kissed 'Little Poor' dirty Forehead, trying to appease her.

But ‘Little Poor’ was choked with speechless words. He grabbed Zhou Qingfeng ’s trouser legs without loosening, sobbing and crying, tears in his eyes. She finally said something, but it was ‘big man, do n’t go. You go, I will die. ’

After hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to cry a little. I do n’t know how miserable the people here are if I do n’t go to Syria. Men in Syria are wracked ~ www.readwn.com ~ but Syrian children are also affected.

No matter how to persuade, the little guy identified Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng could only open her hand that grabbed her trouser legs, and she could not move with a little force, and she was afraid of hurting her with too much force. When the trouser legs finally came off slowly, ‘Little Poor’ cried loudly, and his little hand stretched out desperately to try to catch Zhou Qingfeng again.

"Trouble taking care of her. It was a disaster that I brought to her family, and I feel ashamed." Zhou Qingfeng passed ‘Little Poor’ to Varenna, and her eyes were a little moist. Seeing the child desperately reaching out to him, he could only turn around and leave.

Throughout the process, Valina remained expressionless. It doesn't matter if Valena is scratching and biting on her in order to break free, she just looks at the back of Zhou Qingfeng slowly disappearing and stays for a long time.

After about half an hour, several Russian helicopters appeared from the sky. Dozens of special combat personnel jumped out of the cabin after landing and quickly dispersed into a warning formation. One of them, a Russian colonel with a big brimmed hat, hurried to Valena and asked in a low voice, "Where is the target?"

"Run away." Valena was a little confused and answered weakly.

"Why don't you stop him?" The Colonel continued to ask.

"I can't stop it. No one can stop him." Valena shrugged. "He even gave me a burden for less trouble."

The Russian colonel looked at the "little pitiful" who was still distressed, and then looked at Valena's cold face. "Major Valena, I want to dismiss your post now. You must be reviewed, we suspect you have Suspected of betrayal of the motherland. "

"I betray the motherland?" Valina's face flashed angrily, but behind her stood two soldiers in power armor. Four iron palms held her firmly, irresistibly. After struggling twice, her anger can only turn into helpless and bitter self-deprecation and sneer. 8