Chapter 2072 Turning around? Crisis?

Thousands of government troops carrying live ammunition gave up a large piece of open space, and the helicopters stopped at the entrance of Bada Village. The sound of the propeller not only shocked everyone's ears, but also rolled up fallen leaves flying, causing a turbid airflow over Bada Village.

The fallen leaves rolled in the wind, arousing Zhao Heng's gaze following.

He did not care about the actions of the government forces or was not surprised by Gina's arrival. He looked at more than a dozen fallen leaves floating in the air with interest. He didn't know where they were going as they were gradually moving away, but Zhao Heng knew that its final destination must be the gradually cold and wet soil.

A touch of indescribable loneliness flashed across his face. Life is like a leaf. Anyone's end is buried in the soil. His last one might be today. Pessimism is fleeting, and then he smiles and stares into the distance. Xixi also stood up straight, with light in her eyes:

"Information Team Leader? That's great!"

The woman in camouflage uniform murmured to herself: "A rational person has finally come, we are saved!" There was another hope of survival in her eyes, as if she felt that this presidential celebrity would bring her good luck, but for safety reasons, she did not come forward foolishly this time.

At this time, the elite troops of the Southern Division brought out all the rocket launchers and placed them in every corner, ready to have a final firework at any time. Jia Lan also rushed to Zhao Heng with four grenades, and asked in a low voice: "Young Master Heng, is that woman going to negotiate with you? What do you think they are going to do?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be a bad thing!"

Zhao Heng raised a smile on his face, stood upright and looked at the stopping helicopter and said, "At least it will not be worse than death. After all, we have no bargaining chips now. If the other party uses a group bombardment, we will most likely die. They don't need to lure the enemy."

The Bodhisattva exhaled a long breath and came over with a grenade in his hand: "Yes, the government army's formation is enough to destroy us ten or eight times. We can hold on to death, which means we have a chance to fire before we die. I guess something happened outside, so the other party came over and talked about it."

Nan Qingwan also stood beside Zhao Heng, and spoke softly: "It may also be that we should bow our heads and admit our mistakes, throw us into prison and hit China in the face, and use this as a condition to give us a way out. It is more important than killing us to vent and trample on the dignity of our and China."

"It's a pity that all the signals were interfered with."

The Bodhisattva smiled bitterly and said, "Otherwise you will know what the other party is thinking." He turned his head slightly and looked at Zhao Heng: "There are our people at the top of the Philippine government. I believe that the president's intention has been transmitted to Nan Shao, but the phone cannot be connected, so we don't know."

Jia Lan's face looked slightly ugly, and she bit her lips and snorted coldly: "Batha Village is also the support of the Southern System." This sentence was thrown out, and both Bodhisattva and Zhao Heng were stunned, and then looked at each other and smiled helplessly. At this point, everyone knew that they were probably betrayed by Nan Changshou.

Nan Qingwan looked at the government troops in the distance and sighed with red lips: "No matter what the other party talks to us, we will not be in a good end. We have killed so many people and slaughtered the Bada village. If the Philippines does not brutally suppress us, where will we put the face?"

"While being on guard, talk."

Zhao Heng looked at the phone without signal, calculated the time he wanted, and finally decided to be silly with the other party. Almost as his words fell, a middle-aged woman opened the helicopter hole, with black trousers and white clothes, which fully set off her shrewdness and ability.

Moreover, the clothes were cut very well, making her thin parts just right, and there was a trace of flesh in the plump places. She had a serious oval face, and showed her intimidating arrogance in the cold sunshine. She was worthy of being a celebrity who had worked hard by the Philippine president for many years.

The elite southern team's eyes were slightly reduced, but they were still highly alert.

When the middle-aged woman blocked the hot wind from the propeller, another very burly young man in the cabin, with a slender figure and a bright look, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a black military uniform, with heavy steps and a little ostentatious, giving people a very decisive and killing temperament.

His eyes leaped over the elite southern team and landed at the village gate in the distance.

As the two came out of the car, there were five or six men in black uniforms dealt with. They were like iron towers standing behind middle-aged women and young men, with aura without anger and mightyness. Then they followed the middle-aged women toward the village gate and stood calmly at twenty meters away.

The middle-aged woman signaled them to wait on the spot with the young man, patted her hands and walked forward more than ten meters, and then stood at a distance that was not misleading or dangerous. She glanced at the corpse on the stairs, frowned slightly from the government army's vulnerable attack, and then continued to move forward.

Jialan and Bodhisattva shouted together, "Stop!"

The middle-aged woman looked at Jia Lan and Bodhisattva who were facing a great enemy, ignored the guns they raised and spoke: "Tell Zhao Heng that I am Gina, the leader of the Philippine intelligence team, and I came to talk to him on behalf of the president. I know he is inside, please rest assured, I will never hurt him!"

"If you want to hurt him, this village no longer exists."

This sentence is true. The shells are bombed together, and Zhao Heng and the others will surely die. Zhao Heng patted Nan Qingwan's hand to show her peace of mind. Then he stood behind the broken door and looked at the middle-aged woman with a crack: "I am Zhao Heng, but I don't know you, what's the matter with me?"

The middle-aged woman narrowed her eyes and glanced at Zhao Heng, confirmed that she was her target person and spoke: "I came here according to the orders of the Philippine President. He and President Du have already agreed to allow you to leave the Philippines safely and safely. I will send you to the high seas of both countries in person."

"leave?"

Zhao Heng and Nan Qingwan were all shocked when they heard this. They all looked at the middle-aged woman in disbelief. They didn't expect that the other party was coming to take Zhao Heng away. They thought they wanted to trample on their dignity in exchange for vitality. Zhao Heng looked at the other party with bright eyes: "Why should I believe you?"

The middle-aged woman had long anticipated Zhao Heng's question, and a playful smile surged on her face: "Actually, in this environment, do you have any other ways besides believing me? I can just hook my fingers and let you bury you in the fire. Can I use this to lure you out and kill you in one go?"

"If you don't believe it, you can also talk to President Du!"

The middle-aged woman took out a cell phone and threw it to Jialan, with a proud look on her face: "You can ask him if I am the one who took you away? But you can only ask him about this and not disclose the rest of the situation. If you have a sensitive conversation, I will cut off the communication at any time."

Jialan carefully checked the phone and found that there was no clue and threw it to the Bodhisattva. The latter also looked at it for two minutes, and finally confirmed that there was no secret before throwing it to Zhao Heng. When Zhao Heng just held it, the phone made an automatic call, and it was connected after a few rustling sounds.

"Hey, is it Zhao Heng?"

Before Zhao Heng could respond to anything, a voice came from the other end of the phone. Zhao Heng and the others were slightly stunned. It was Du Tianxiong's thick and low voice. However, Zhao Heng still maintained a hint of vigilance and asked word by word: "How do you prove that you are Boss Du?"

Du Tianxiong had long guessed Zhao Heng's doubt and let out a hearty laugh: "The eagle spreads its wings, do you still remember the finishing touch of the eagle when you were in Huahai? You and I knew each other at that time, and the word Hengmen was also mentioned to you on the plane. Are there enough details?"

Zhao Heng let out a long breath: "Uncle Du!"

Du Tianxiong smiled and said, "Okay, don't talk much, so as not to delay the time for you and me to reunite and have dinner. The people who go to take you away are safe and reliable enough. She will bring you intact to me. She will definitely not dare to hurt you. You can leave with her with confidence."

Zhao Heng's heart moved slightly: "I understand!" He captured Du Tianxiong's tone, both high and low tone, and his intact and daring to hurt him all increased his tone, conveying a strong sense of confidence to Zhao Heng, as if reminding him that even if the Philippines has ten courage, he would not dare to attack him.

"sand--"

At this moment, the conversation between the two was cut off by a middle-aged woman. Then she looked at Zhao Heng and said lightly: "How is it? Believe in my sincerity? Young Master Heng, let's go, while the sky is still visible, I will send you back to the high seas of both countries, and President Du is waiting for you to have supper."

"Where are them?"

Zhao Heng walked out without being foolish, threw the phone back to the other party and pointed at Jia Lan and the others. The middle-aged woman's face was not at all emotional, and she spoke in a very plain tone: "Young Master Heng, I am only ordered to take you away. Their life and death have nothing to do with me, nor have you."

Nan Qingwan and Jialan also calmed down from Du Tianxiong's conversation. Like Zhao Heng, they discovered a cruel reality, that is, the other party only took Zhao Heng away from the beginning and did not mention them and the hostages at all. This made them feel slightly touched, and then they did not hesitate:

"Mr. Heng, you leave first!"

Nan Qingwan stepped forward and shook Zhao Heng's hand, and his voice was firm: "I won't be a problem! Go!" Jia Lan and Bodhisattva also focused on Zhao Heng. Although they knew that the result they left was more of a battle death, it didn't matter compared to Zhao Heng's safety.

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