Chapter 6 Section 6

The training team members who returned to the army must not be able to eat at night, and only two of them moved their chopsticks.One is Han Guang, who still eats very little vegetables.Cai Xiaochun ate as usual, and there was no change in mood.Yan Lin sat at the table and looked at the team members who didn't move their chopsticks: "Eat? What's the matter? The food standard for the special forces is 22 yuan a day, and they don't eat. If you go back hungry and thin, the leaders of your unit will definitely say that our brigade deducted your money." Food expenses." Sun Shoujiang picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, but when the meat went in, he felt sick to his stomach, and when he ran out, he started throwing up at the door, and he didn't have time to go to the toilet.The rest of the team members didn't move their chopsticks, but two of them ran out and vomited.

Yan Lin still smiled and continued to eat slowly.The team members sitting around the round table didn't move, as if eating was not an enjoyment, but a torture.Yan Lin ate: "Since you don't want to eat, let's do some exercise—start off and go off-roading for 10 kilometers." Cai Xiaochun had already finished eating, so he got up and wiped his mouth before turning around and running away.Han Guang also put down his chopsticks and went out, while the rest of the team members were still feeling uncomfortable.Yan Lin sternly shouted: "Hurry up! You're dawdling, do you still want to eat tofu brain?!"

So they all ran out like rabbits.The guns are all carried on the body, and the rucksacks are neatly placed at the entrance of the cafeteria.They ran out quickly to put on their rucksacks, and a speck of dust ran away. Yan Lin continued to eat.Lin Rui walked in with two policemen, wondering: "Huh? Why do you run cross-country during meal time?" "Didn't this group of young masters eat?" Yan Lin smiled, "Since they don't want to eat, I'll let them exercise—who are these two?" The police saluted: "I am from the Criminal Investigation Corps of the Provincial Department. Our chief asked us to come to you, Instructor Yan. We have just been transferred, so it is the first time we meet. Mr. Wen asked us to say hello to you and say hello to you next time." drink wine."

"What's wrong with Old Wen?" Yan Lin was not surprised at all, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth and stood up, "Wait a minute, I'll get my gun. Your gun doesn't work, it's still yours Take it easy." "No, Instructor Yan." The police quickly said, "There is no hostage-taking incident." Yan Lin wondered: "No one has been hijacked, why do you want me? Do you want me to help investigate the case?" "Yes, to help analyze a clue." The policeman said. "Is this weird?" Yan Lin looked at them, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"We found this in the woods 500 meters away from the execution ground." The policeman took out a set of photos and handed them to Yan Lin. "The technical department identified it, and it was newly left in the afternoon." Yan Lin took the photo, which was a line of text carved on a tree, with a figure of a scorpion underneath. "It's in Vietnamese," said the policeman. "I know - BO CUA CHAY LAY NGUOI." Yan Lin read out casually, "Slip away." The policeman looked at him almost adoringly: "You recognized him right away? We found many experts, but none of them knew Vietnamese, and finally it was resolved by telexing to the Ministry of Public Security. If I knew it, I would come to you directly!"

"It's nothing, the war forced it." Yan Lin looked at the scorpion figure. "Do you know what this graphic means?" The policeman asked cautiously. "Experts from the Ministry of Public Security said that this scorpion should be the signature graphic of someone or a tribe...We can't find out who it is, and Mr. Wen said to find it." Try it out, you've fought at the front and you know a little bit about Vietnam." "Scorpion is the nickname of a person." Yan Lin looked at the photo, "I am very familiar with this person. There was a time when I was so familiar with him that I could clearly feel the other person's breathing."

The policeman wondered and looked at him. "Ruan Wenxiong, a sniper of the Vietnam Special Service Team, was a second lieutenant at the time." Yan Lin returned the photo to him, "He was trained in the Soviet special forces, and he majored in sniper. The cunning and vicious, the members of the Soviet Alpha Special Forces who joined the battle all called this small Asian sniper——Scorpion.” "Has the Vietnamese secret service penetrated into the interior? It's been so many years since the war ended?" the policeman blurted out. Yan Lin smiled wryly: "After the normalization of the relationship between the two countries, he took off his military uniform and changed his career, and went to Europe. Around 1993, he came to China and asked me to catch up on the past. I will report to the captain However, he was allowed to go to the banquet. At the wine table, he not only talked with me about the past when I looked at each other’s heads, but also invited me to work in his company. Of course I didn’t agree, because I am a Chinese soldier.”

"What company?" Lin Rui was curious. "African Strategic Resources Company." Yan Lin said. Lin Rui nodded: "I understand." "What company is that?" The police didn't understand. "International mercenary company," Yan Lin said, "a group of mercenaries who work for money, most of them are retired special forces veterans from various countries." "It seems that the information we got in advance is accurate!" The police responded, "Thank you, Instructor Yan! We will immediately arrange a hunt and blockade all entry and exit ports!"

"It's useless, he has already left." Yan Lin said. "Then we have to try." The policeman turned and ran away. Lin Rui looked at Yan Lin: "There is one thing I don't understand - how could Scorpion escape your gun on the battlefield?" Yan Lin let out a long sigh: "Because he is pointing a gun at my head too."