1022: C1022 Don't be Afraid I'll Cover You

C1022 Don't be Afraid I'll Cover You

Today was July 19th, the fifth day of the sixth lunar month.

The weather in the southeast border was just as usual, humid and stuffy. Dogs lying in the shade stretched out their tongues, constantly panting. Even if a stranger passed by them, they would be too lazy to respond.

In the afternoon, the sky darkened and a northwest wind blew.

The wind was not strong, but it still brought a hint of coolness. The dog stood up and stretched lazily before walking home with its tail between its legs.

The rain on the day of the north wind in June was a proverb from the people about the weather. It meant that after the north wind blew in June, there would be rain today. The stronger the wind, the heavier the rain.

Sure enough, when the street lamps slowly lit up, a bolt of lightning cut through the dark clouds, and bean-sized raindrops suddenly fell down.

Whether it was animals or plants, they had long since adapted to this kind of weather. The passersby immediately opened up umbrellas, and the people riding the bicycle also put on raincoats, multi-colored raincoats and umbrellas. Under the rain and mist from the street lamps, they were like flowers blooming.

Generally speaking, the more lush the vegetation, the more numerous the streams, the more precipitation there would be.

The place to the south of Lingnan called Fighting Distance was precisely this type of terrain, with criss-crossing and continuous streams. In the middle of a rarely seen heavy rain that was pouring down from the interior, the water's potential quickly rose, and very quickly overflowed the nearby bushes, as if it was going to flood the entire world.

Five kilometers northwest of the gap was the end of the road that led to the gap.

After the road came here, it was impossible to continue forward. The complex terrain and the deep holes that were everywhere became the fatal flaw that restricted the construction of the road.

On the east side of the road, there were a few tall buildings. Someone had lived here before, but with the rapid development of the economy, the residents had all moved to the county town. These tall buildings were left empty, and were used as temporary resting places by people who went into the mountains to gather herbs and hunt.

Rabbit.

When people mentioned these two words, they would think of a small animal with long ears and a short tail that ran very fast. In fact, this was a person's name.

The rabbit was a national minority, no one knew his original name, and even he had forgotten it.

People called him Rabbit because they had extra ears, and most of all, because he had a split lip.

Aren't all rabbits triple-bladed?

The rabbit was thirty-three years old and there was no other rabbit, so it had to be a bachelor.

Every month, he would go into the mountains at the border and when he came out after two days, a string of wild rabbits would appear on his hunting rifle. The basket on his back was filled with herbs, and once he sold it in the county, it would be enough for him to spend for the better part of half a month.

Boys were always a group that ate alone and did not get hungry. Life was easy and easy. Even when he slept at night, he would not have a warm body to hug, and no one would call his father. This was probably the only regret he had.

When the rain began to pour down, B.Rabbit carried his basket and a few wild animals on his back and ran to the tall buildings. He scolded the heavens as he ran, couldn't it rain after he returned to the county city?

From the looks of the rain, it was probably going to rain for the first half of the night. He could only temporarily stay in the tall building for the night.

As a native of the border, B.Rabbit obviously knew that in this environment, there was no way he could hurry, because there was no guarantee that a mountain torrent would suddenly rush to the highway and sweep away everything on the way into the bottomless pit that led to nowhere.

Thinking that he couldn't get back to the county before 10 pm and participate in the bet set by Big Yellow, B.Rabbit was really depressed. When he passed by a banana, he unhappily kicked it.

The Heavens could testify for the rabbit that he kicked down the banana for no reason in order to release his resentment of not being able to return to the county to participate in the gambling house. He really had no other intentions, he really had no intentions!

The rabbit kicked fiercely at the banana, but just as it was about to touch the banana, the banana suddenly came to life. It grew a human hand, grabbed his ankle, and suddenly lifted him up.

Then, the rabbit fell heavily onto the ground in a very relaxed manner.

Fortunately, he had a basket on his back and did not let the back of his head smash into the ground. However, his butt that landed first almost split into two.

Ouch!

The rabbit wanted to read the word to release the pain in his body.

However, these two words were still swirling in his throat as another hand suddenly covered his mouth.

The rabbit realized that the banana wasn't a banana at all. It was a man with a banana leaf tied to his head and body.

Or rather, a dryad.

With such a torrential rain and the bananas installed outside, there was a chance that it really was a tree spirit.

The mountaineers didn't believe in ghosts, only tree spirits and beast spirits.

What is this... As this thought churned through B.Rabbit's mind, he felt a rumbling sound of thunder in his ears. His vision suddenly turned black and he sank into darkness.

The torrential rain was still pouring down, crackling on the leaves. Lightning occasionally streaked across the pitch-black night sky, lighting up the entire world along with the sound of thunder. Soon after, the night became even darker.

After knocking out the rabbit, the banana went back to its original spot, floating in the wind, letting the rain beat it up as if it hadn't moved at all.

Two black figures jumped out of the shadows like leopards. They arrived in front of the rabbit and each grabbed one of its legs. Then, they quickly retreated into the darkness.

Ten minutes later, a man nimbly climbed up the tall building along with a bamboo pole. He knocked on the door a few times, and entered the house in a flash of light.

The interior of the house was brightly lit. However, everything that could be seen from the outside was covered by a black cloth. Therefore, one could not see how there were so many people inside the house from the outside.

There were more than 30 people, all wearing camouflage clothing as they sat cross-legged on the blankets. Their eyes were wide open as they stared at a man standing in front of them.

The man was in his forties, with a square face, dark skin, and very white teeth.

His surname was Dong, and his name was Dung Zhiyong. He was the director of Lingnan's Drug Enforcement Division, and was the commander of this arrest.

Other than the more than thirty people in the room, there were over a hundred anti-drug police in the other tall buildings. These were the absolute elites of the Lingnan, drawn from the various Drug Enforcement Unit s.

The reason why they were gathered here today was for tomorrow's operation.

Tomorrow, July 20th, the big drug lords of the Golden Triangle will be fighting for five kilometers ahead of them for this year's' delivery meeting '.

The Golden Triangle drug lords were fierce people who dared to fight against the Heavenly Mansion, and they had their own forces.

Some people said that the rich and powerful drug lords who bought equipment for their subordinates were even more advanced than the special forces of the America. A set of individual combat clothing was worth over a hundred thousand dollars.

Perhaps someone's words were a little too empty, but this also proved that the power controlled by the big drug lord was not to be underestimated.

In order to capture this operation, not only did Dung Zhiyong draw out the most elite drug control police from the province, he also asked the higher ups to send over a small branch team with over a hundred people to coordinate this operation.

The special forces will arrive at the scene of the battle in the early hours of tomorrow morning.

Other than that, Dung Zhiyong had an even bigger role to play: Three people from the most elite Nine Dragon King had secretly come here and were mixed in with this group of drug enforcement police.

With these three people, Dung Zhiyong had the confidence to complete the mission.

At this moment, he was actually holding a meeting for the members of the first group, explaining the things that needed to be noted in tomorrow's operation.

Over a hundred anti-drug police officers were divided into four groups, each group having around thirty people.

Dung Zhiyong didn't introduce these drug elites from all over the province to each other. He only asked that they be sincere and united, and completely trust their comrades.

A few days ago, more than a hundred drug elites had come here in secret. All their communication equipment had been turned in and no one was allowed to go out alone. Every day, they would retreat into the deep mountains and forests.

Seeing someone enter, Dung Zhiyong stopped talking for the moment. After listening to that person's low report, he frowned and asked: "Are you sure that person is just a herb picker?"

His subordinate nodded. "Absolutely. That person's identity can be found on the internet. Besides, he doesn't have much of a trace of a gun on his hand. He only has a hunting rifle."

"Yes."0

Dung Zhiyong nodded, "Let's first let that fellow villager suffer a little. We'll release him after tomorrow."

"Yes."

The underling responded in a low voice and then quickly left.

On the eve of the operation, a herb picker suddenly appeared. This was just a small episode and no one cared about it. Everyone just looked at Dung Zhiyong again and listened to him continue.

This time, there were two people who were 'selected' to serve Drug Enforcement Unit. Luo Cheng was one of them.

When everyone listened to Dung Zhiyong's speech, Luo Cheng looked at Liang Jiaojiao from the corner of his eyes.

Liang Jiaojiao wore camouflage clothes. She looked even cooler than usual, like a sword without a scabbard. Her whole body exuded a sharp aura. However, her camouflage clothes were a little too big, making her appear even thinner.

As the one who 'discovered' everyone in the mission, Liang Jiaojiao was undoubtedly highly regarded by Dung Zhiyong. Before this, he had already told everyone about the information she had obtained several times.

Furthermore, the port was the Drug Enforcement Unit at the edge of the Lingnan, and Liang Jiaojiao's achievements after taking office were not that bad. Thus, everything she said was acknowledged by everyone.

Looking at Liang Jiaojiao who was pursing her lips with slight force, deep in Luo Cheng's heart, there was an inexplicable sense of pity. He had the urge to give up his life to protect her.

"What's wrong with me? Could it be that I have a good impression of you?" "How laughable."

Luo Cheng subconsciously shook his head with a bitter smile. Liang Jiaojiao's right hand behind his back poked him lightly in the waist and said like a mosquito, "What are you doing, listen carefully!"

Everyone was sitting cross-legged on blankets with their hands behind their backs, so no one noticed her movements.

Luo Cheng's face turned red and he opened his mouth to say something, but then he heard Liang Jiaojiao say: "Don't be afraid, when the battle starts, you will stay by my side and I will protect you."

"What?" I'm afraid? Will you cover me? "Damn, are you kidding me? I'm a man, how could I let you cover me?"

Luo Cheng's black face turned even redder. He subconsciously wanted to retort, but the bamboo door was knocked again.

Dung Zhiyong, who was talking, frowned. One of his men quickly went over and opened the door a crack.

A hand holding a mobile phone reached in through the gap in the door, someone outside whispered: "Save Superior's emergency electricity!"

Hearing that it was from Superior, Dung Zhiyong took the phone, opened the door and walked out quickly.

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