Manual of Space-Time Interference

"He Bin, Fu Fang, Ge Hong, Shi Lei, Li Deguang, Li Deguang..."

Constantly chanting these names, Dialect kept flicking the table with his fingers, making rhythmic sounds one after another, which seemed very mysterious under the soft lighting.

"Ramon, can you find more information about these people on Deep Blue?" Dialect tilted his head and asked.

"All the information I was able to search has been shown in previous briefings."

Listening, the dialect pressed his fist to his mouth, watching several people on the terminal continue to think, looking extremely dignified.

The Red Army initially had a staff of 198, including a special combat brigade with a total of 120 people, as well as 78 elite talents and technicians from all walks of life.

However, the number of years for the establishment is only 100 years, and as early as 291 years ago in this time and space, there were only 16 people left in the red army, of which 9 belonged to the combat team, and the remaining 7 were in charge of various materials.

In the ten years of darkness and the change of dynasty, the current number of red troops is only 6.

After returning, he searched the Internet for the members of the previous generation of the Red Army that were recorded on the wristwatch. Unexpectedly and unexpectedly, only Fu Fang had a direct blood relationship with someone from the previous generation. .

As for the remaining four, judging from the identity information on the surface, there is not much information available...

This leads to the identity and loyalty of these people, which makes the dialect feel particularly troublesome.

Li Deguang is the director of the Public Security Bureau. He Bin, an ordinary retired soldier and a current construction worker, doesn't have much identity information, and Ge Hong, an old fritter in a shopping mall, is full of a lot of fake information on the Internet. Negative news, the usual style seems to be very problematic...

The information that Hu Ming told him before made him seem to have grasped a corner of the coup, but due to the passage of 66 years, there was always a layer of fog in front of him, and he could not see clearly. .

Just like looking at flowers in the fog...

"Ramon, help me prepare a ticket to Shanhe City tomorrow."

...

In 391, March 12, in the spring of March, the weather was fine...

In Shanhe City, Bizhan District, in front of the poor neighborhood that the local people acquiesced in, He Bin was wearing a singlet and walking home with the vegetables he had just bought from the vegetable market.

The sun on the horizon shows a hint of fatigue, the brilliant golden light has an illusory old-fashioned color, the Chinese pastoral dog raised next door is still barking constantly, and the children in old clothes are shuttled through the streets...

"Hey, Xiao He, are you going home from get off work?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun!" He Bin smiled and said hello to Mr. Sun who was sitting on the street next to him enjoying the cool air, "I won't talk much, I have to go home and cook."

"That's fine, come out to play chess and drink two cups at night!"

"Good, good..."

He Bin kept responding, grabbed his jacket with one hand and draped it over his shoulder, raised his head and glanced slightly, then looked around unintentionally, and evenly adjusted his breathing between his steps...

The surrounding houses have been old for a few years. Although they are not suitable for the mess, they still look shabby. Some weeds protrude from the gaps of the slate paths, and there is a piece of clothes hanging on the dilapidated fence next to them. …

At an alley, He Bin's footsteps slowly slowed down, his muscles tensed up and returned to normal in an instant, and then he continued to walk forward.

"Don't say hello?"

A voice sounded behind He Bin, he took out the key for a while, and then slowly aimed at the keyhole, with a kind of vigilance against strangers, "Newly moved?"

"Almost." Dialect said, watching He Bin's movements, he took a breath of cigarette slowly, and continued calmly, "The two small warning organs in front of the door, and a cold weapon trap hidden behind the door on the left side, the first The loose gas bomb under the four planks."

He Bin's movements suddenly stopped, his muscles tensed up, and he held the white vest on his body to a dead end. Dialect looked at it, threw the cigarette **** to the ground, stepped on both feet, and continued,

"There's a loose-hair mine under the mattress, oh yes, there's a gadget like that, a 366 army general purpose pistol, and a 122 army thorn on the right side of your waist, but I'm guessing it's a special type , there's a bullet in it."

"Who are you?" He Bin paused as he was about to stretch his right waist, turned to look at Dialect, who was holding a pistol.

"You now have two escape routes. The first is to escape from the alley on the right. Five meters to your right is a corner, and then you can climb up to the roof through the railing next to it. Jump down, there is a dense area of ​​alleys, there are 6 routes to the crowded vegetable market in front, and 5 routes to the Boyun River on one side,

On the second route, you need to enter your room and escape through the window of the kitchen or toilet, there is a parking lot there, and you can enter the mountains 20 kilometers away..."

Fang Yan said to himself, looked up at He Bin slightly, thought about it and patted his head again, "Of course, you can also hold me hostage, because you can see that the pistol in my hand is not Open insurance."

"Huh..." He Bin exhaled slowly, looking at the dialect, "What are you going to do when you come to me?"

"Your profile says you are an ordinary veteran, but I think you are more like a veteran of the special forces, but you have no enemies, so what are you doing these things for?" Dialect raised his head, as if thinking , then stretched out a finger, "A secret?"

Without any fluctuations, He Bin looked at the dialect, recalled everything that happened to him today, and his observations on the way home, and his body began to tilt to the right involuntarily...

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Dialect asked abruptly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Are you afraid? "

"What are you afraid of?" Fang Yan said nonchalantly, walking forward with his hands behind his back, but paused beside He Bin again, feeling a heavy breathing, and sighed, "Red No. 5, it should be back to the team..."

"branch……"

The door made a sound that seemed to be overwhelmed. He Bin was in a daze outside the house, and the hand that had just held the handle of the knife slowly let go. Come back, close the door.

"The monitoring and monitoring equipment has been blocked by me, and everything around me has been monitored by me, so you don't have to worry about what will happen. I believe you are clear about my identity now." Fang Yan listened to the sound of the door closing behind him and turned his back. He waved his hand and said,

"Bang tart!"

"Reporting to the chief, codenamed Honghe, He Bin, the first combat team commander of the Red Army, to report to you!"