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    After half a month's rest, Luo Shu had accumulated more than 300 potions and knives. This time he took them all out. When the operation to conquer Wenlai, an island country with two territories, began, he realized that he seemed to have been careless. The security guard  The staff officers at the Ministry were also negligent.

    As Wen Lai, who is still a British protectorate, although the Sudanese government is negotiating with the British government on the division of autonomy, as a piece of fat in the British colonial circle, the British are still reluctant to throw away this piece of oil and water.

    There have been many marathon negotiations back and forth. If it were not for the intervention of the Americans, it would have taken several Christmases to reach a draft negotiation; however, even in the draft, only Wen Lai could resume the exercise of other parts of his autonomy.  , national defense, public security and foreign affairs are managed by the British, and the devils are very tight-lipped.

    The reason is very simple. Although Wen Lai's local specialty is the guano on the three small islands, it cannot stand up to the 33 islands under its jurisdiction. Rich reserves of oil and natural gas have been discovered in the shallow sea area. The American and British Petroleum Companies built a  An offshore oil drilling platform.

    With the proven intelligence before the action, Luo Er couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh. The Japanese are so sophisticated. Wherever there is profit, there will be their shadow, even a small island country.

    Therefore, the Wen Lai royal family and government elites, after careful calculation, had to waste thirty burning knives. The US Marines stationed on the island, the British Governor's Palace, including those stationed in the towns of Siriya and Kuala Malawi.  The Wenlai Royal Mountain Infantry Battalion, plus the officers and soldiers on the two US Navy landing ships, divided up his remaining 270 burning knives.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Not arrogant enough to send troops south.

    This was done by taking care of the officers and officials. According to Vice Admiral Williams' adjutant, Colonel Azar, an additional four hundred burning knives are needed before Wen Lai can be completely controlled by the Security Department.  inside.

    Four hundred?  Afran ran up the pole to Isabella.  When he came to reconcile with Luo Er, he asked for burning knives in private, but Luo Er could only produce two. These 400 potions would kill him.

    There is no other way. The Third Battalion of the local special service regiment can only land in the port of Bandar Seri Bega City in the name of Wen Lai's desolate policeman with a white cloth wrapped around his head.  Fortunately, most of the officers and soldiers of the third battalion were recruited from the local aborigines, and they were all dark, short and thin. Otherwise, the merchants at the port would have immediately noticed something fishy.

    ? Exploiting the loophole of Wenlai's folk religious beliefs, under the authorization of the Wenlai government, the newly established Wenlai Fenghua Police Force, which is the Third Battalion of Tugou's Special Service Group.  They didn't stop even after landing. They took a heavy-duty military truck and crossed the coastal plain, stopping at the foot of the Dudong Town Mountain; here is the gathering area for the local indigenous people of Wenlai.

    Brunei-Muara District is the political, cultural and commercial center of Brunei. The southernmost Malay District is more sensitive.  The Temburong district, which produces timber and construction sand, has frequent commercial activities. Only Tutong Town, the most backward among the four districts, was the first territory that the special service group took a bite of.

    As for the more than 20,000 indigenous people in Tutong Town, the locals are really not sure how many people will be left in the next year. Massacre is not advisable, but the Ministry of Security has mobilized thousands of indigenous people again and again.  Times will definitely be performed here.

    Naturally, it is the duty of the police to behave themselves.  That is to say, those congregants who are unsightly, unhygienic, and do not wear headscarves are taken to indoctrination camps for labor reform, or transferred to major mines to find work. Where do they end up? Maybe even the security department  Not sure anymore.

    Wearing a headscarf?  This is a tropical rainforest climate.  No matter how devout the believers are, they can't stand the hot flashes of the air, and those weathered policemen who have enjoyed the potion of burning knives and wear high-waisted military boots naturally have plenty of reasons to enforce discipline among the believers.

    Three days later, a passenger ship slowly arrived at the port of Bandar Seri Bega from Isabela. Fifteen people from the Security Department were greeted by government officials in a low-key manner and entered the Garden Hotel next to the city hall.  A million-dollar suitcase changed the owner of this four-story Malay-style city center hotel in an instant.

    The Garden Hotel with black tiles and white walls will be the Southeast Asia Intelligence Nervous Center of the Ministry of Security in the future.

    On the outskirts of Isabela, Luo Er took Lao Cui, Zhang Zhuowen, and an indigenous soldier, got out of the car and left the road, and hurriedly entered a temporary prison covered by mountains and forests. This was a detention center with a barbed wire fence in a mountain col.  There were more than 5,000 indigenous people gathered from nearby villages.

    Although there is only one mountain infantry platoon as guard, the militiamen affiliated with the Ministry of Security scattered around are happy to have people who are willing to take advantage of the chaos to escape. These may have been neighbors in the next village. They still showed no mercy when they fired their guns.  A "fugitive" can exchange life and death for ten dollars.Where can I find good things?

    Under the cover of night, Luo Er left Lao Cui and the other three behind. Accompanied by the platoon leader, they slipped into the prison where the ground was full of weeds and rotten leaves. Under the envious eyes of the platoon leader, they passed by the crowded crowds and led a group of prisoners.  A cold wind came to the exit of the barbed wire fence; behind him, a large piece of the crowd was missing, causing the surrounding natives to suddenly become commotion.

    "Click, click, click," the machine guns set up on the high ground on both sides could fire tracer bullets one after another. The bullets whizzing over the heads quickly suppressed the panicked crowd; after all, the bullets hanging around the barbed wire fence were  Human heads were something they had seen with their own eyes.

    In a military tent outside the prison, under the dim gas lamp, Luo Er sat thoughtfully on a folding chair. Standing opposite him was the strong indigenous soldier; Lao Cui and Zhang Zhuowen were guarding the tent.  Outside, peeking inside from time to time.

    "Old Cui, do you think that backer thorn works? Sir, you have failed no less than ten times," Zhang Zhuowen asked in a low voice, holding his jacket in his hand with a cigar in his mouth; this place has been requisitioned, that  The familiar platoon leader was also sent a hundred meters away, and it didn't matter if he asked a few questions.

    "I don't know, but that guy is much stronger than you now. It depends on what the commander thinks," Lao Cui replied dully. Although the backer thorn was really terrifying, he was also the same as Luo Er.  Likewise, the pursuit of power is quite unwilling.

    But the commander coldly rejected his suggestion and chose a short native from the mountain brigade.  He spared no effort and used two burning knives on him, followed by an iron-breaking knife. Fortunately, the native guy was able to hold on until now.

    Think about the backing thorns you have seen with your own eyes, killing big men as strong as cattle.  It instantly collapsed into puddles of minced meat. Lao Cui swallowed dryly and sighed helplessly.

    The person who was sighing like him was Luo Er, who was sitting in the tent. After thinking for a moment, he turned over his hand and took out an iron-breaking knife.  "Harpoon, drink it,"

    "Yes, sir," said Harpoon, whose face was covered with scars just like Luo Er.  He smiled with his thick lips, carefully took the potion, popped the cork, raised his head and drank it.

    "Buzz," without waiting for the harpoon to hit, Xiao Jin quietly crossed the hand of the harpoon and hugged the fallen empty bottle.  A small arc flashed, and the sound of crunching came from the corner of the tent.

    As a corporal of the mountain infantry brigade, although Harpoon is strong and unruly, he still obeys the orders of his superiors. Especially after knowing the benefits of this medicine, there is no doubt at all.

    During the day, in full view of everyone in the Security Department compound, his thick calves kicked him continuously, and two waist-thick logs were broken by the kick.  Let him forget about the severe pain that was like tearing and shedding his skin.

    The destruction of the broken iron knife once again tore the skin of Harpoon's body. Under the perseverance with a muffled groan, Harpoon survived the impact for half an hour with blood stains all over his body. His big bloody hand caught the blow thrown by the officer.  Burn the knife.

    Looking at the harpoon with overlapping scars on his face and neck, Luo Er clenched his fists hesitantly.  He suddenly couldn't bear this soldier who was as strong-willed as Lao Cui. Not to mention those potions, he was also an excellent assaulter now.

    "Sir," in silence, Harpoon, who was sitting on the ground, raised his face covered with blood scars, and his bright eyes were shining, "I can do it," he said in stuttering English.  heard his voice.

    Although he knew the risk of a narrow escape, Harpoon still expressed his desire. The current rank of lieutenant in the Security Department was already an unattainable threshold, and his opportunity was right in front of him.

    "Harpoon, the risk is very high. No one has survived it yet. You can refuse the experiment. I also need soldiers like you." Luo Er gently raised his right hand, and the thorn between his fingers reflected in the light.  Bright metallic luster.

    "No, I can do it, sir, let me try," Harpoon breathed out softly, jumped up easily, and stretched out his big, stubby hands.

    "Hey," when lines of blood splattered on the harpoon's neck, Luo Er quickly exited the tent and stood outside waiting for the familiar cracking sound; only Xiao Jin, who once again grabbed the empty medicine bottle in the tent,  , curiously hiding in the gap on the roof of the tent, chewing on the medicine bottle while scanning the bloody people on the ground.

    After waiting for six or seven minutes, his ears did not hear the tragic scene of blood and flesh exploding. With his face changing, Luo Er rushed in; under the light of the harpoon, his originally short and stocky figure suddenly lost a whole circle, but  His eyes are still bright.

    Under Luo Er¡¯s surprised gaze, the criss-crossing scars on Harpoon¡¯s face, which was originally full of scars, slowly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a cheerful indigenous soldier appeared in front of Luo Er again.

    "Harpoon, are you still alive? Say"A word," Luo Er hesitantly stared at the soldier in front of him and inquired in a deep voice. At this moment, his heart was also beating violently.

    "Oh, yes, sir, it's not as uncomfortable as I thought. It's just a little cold. I want to have a good sleep." After blinking his eyes tiredly a few times, Harpoon forced a smile and slumped down in a daze.

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    With Harpoon in a coma, Luo Er returned to the Security Department building excitedly. The only thing that puzzled him was that Harpoon still failed to wake up after two hours, so he had to go back to the house to rest in frustration.

    The next day, Luo Er ran to the Harpoon dormitory early in the morning. What was waiting for him was a clean Harpoon, but to his surprise, it was the Harpoon's black, wrinkled face.

    "Sir, I have recovered from my injuries, but, but," Harpoon stood in front of Luo Er, crying, "I have no strength at all." Thinking that his strength to go up the mountain and embrace the moon was gone,  Harpoon even has a death wish.

    "Huh? Try hitting it in a circle, with all your strength." Luo Er's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stretched out his hand to show his palm; "Pah," a light blow made Luo Er a little bit dumbfounded.  It¡¯s too unreliable, it¡¯s a degeneration potion.

    After repeated experiments, Luo Er discovered that he seemed to have reached a dead end. The medicine was just a piece of cake falling from the sky. He was stupidly waiting for another piece of meat to fall. This time, it was better. A piece of rotten meat was harmful.  A soldier himself.

    "It doesn't matter, Harpoon, you can't be an infantryman. We still need you for logistics. I won't leave my brothers behind." He comforted Harpoon with a fake smile. Luo Er went to Lin Tao in frustration. The next raid should be stopped.  No matter how many people are arrested, it will be in vain.

    After hearing Luo Er's explanation, Lin Tao and Li Xiang were also surprised. They were originally suspicious of this weird potion, but now it's gone. It's probably reached its limit, and the dozen temporary prisons are no longer needed.  , it should be regarded as a live-fire training.

    Also, although they couldn't say they opposed this large-scale extermination of hostile natives, a large number of people disappeared inexplicably, and even the cadre who knew the inside story was horrified.  If the Japanese want to stir up trouble, even the natives from neighboring countries will jump up and attack us.

    At dawn, Luo Er, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and let go of the soft body next to him. Luo Er got up and covered Luo Ling with a thin quilt. The air conditioner in the room had been working tenaciously, making the temperature in the bedroom a little low.

    After putting on his training clothes and tying his shoelaces, Luo Er faintly heard bursts of cheers from the square downstairs. He was so excited that he rushed to the window and pushed it open.

    In the square a hundred meters away, a dozen guards who had retreated from their posts were forming a large circle, shouting hello to the figures inside. Luo Er stared carefully, and his eyes suddenly became dull.

    Lao Cui, Cuosong and the three platoon leaders of the special service regiment were fighting desperately around a figure, but the almost invisible figure was like a puff of smoke, circling around the five of them.  , making the five masters with their noses in the sky howl incessantly; Luo Er took a long time to finally see clearly who was practicing fighting with them, who could it be if it wasn't the harpoon.

    Harpoon, who made more than ten turns of attack and defense with Lao Cui and others, finally couldn't control the frenzy in his heart, screamed like a wolf in his throat, and jumped up to a height of more than five meters on the ground, leaving a place full of exclamations.  With a loud sound, he moved his fists diagonally towards the edge of the square.

    Harpoon is very clear-headed. If he fights with his comrades and injures someone, he will be compensated for the allowance. The low cement wall erected at the end of the square has become the target of his venting; the training wall made of cement is not worth much if it is damaged.  , Harpoon asked himself to be able to pay easily.

    "Ah," followed by a strange scream, the harpoon kept accelerating, and the deep pit left by the military boots on the cement floor immediately made everyone behind him speechless; "Peng, Peng," one foot  The thick cement wall was smashed open by the harpoon, which used its full strength to the fullest. There were no opportunities to punch.

    After the disgraced harpoon crashed into five concrete walls in a row, he turned around with a smile and raised his nose complacently. There was nothing he could do, but the nosebleeds really came out a lot.

    "Harpoon, you're a waste of money. I'm going to deduct your allowance, fine you, and put you in solitary confinement." Standing in front of the window, Luo Er yelled angrily, and the bursts of curses made the excited people in the square immediately  The birds and animals were scattered, except for the dull-looking Harpoon, who was pushed to the ground by the military police who quickly rushed towards him.

    However, no one noticed the faint joy and regret deep in the corners of Luo Er's eyes.  "?Even so, backer thorns, backer thorns, are simply a dark thing, but they are still very exciting during the day.  "
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