Chapter 1220: I miss you

Who the ** would dare not sign?

Even if the Yan League boss made them deliberately delay the time to keep

Silo, he didn't say that it would be life-threatening?

In this way, Shi Luo ‘talked’ the cooperation agreement on the spot, and

walked away twenty minutes later.

As for the board members of the company, all of them looked at the bullet

holes in the ceiling selflessly, and quickly called Bai Yan to report, "Master

Bai, we tried our best to delay... This Miss M is really difficult to deal

with, you bear with me. "

Bai Yan let out a ‘um’, and said astonishingly, "She didn’t kill, right?"

The members of the board collectively had an urge to go home and farm for the

rest of their lives.

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the jeep was speeding on the highway in no

man’s land. Silo personally drove Gu Chen to the Lao-Myanmar border.

At this time, the phone on the dashboard began to vibrate. Gu Chen stretched

his neck and took a look. The seventh missed call came from their boss, Bai

Yan.

Gu Chen glanced sideways and reminded, "You really want to rebel, don't you

answer the phone call of the boss?"

Shi Luo felt that the heat was almost over, so she picked up the phone and

pressed the hands-free, "Who?"

Bai Yan was silent, and didn't want to sell it anymore, "What do you want to

ask?"

"No."

Bai Yan pursed his lips helplessly, "Don't want to know the whereabouts of

Zong Zhan?"

Shi Luo's voice was cold and cold: "You two are the same, what do you say if I

ask?"

"He is on a mission at the Lao-Myanmar border, fearing that you may be in

danger if you blend in." Bai Yan knew everything now, "How did you find it?"

Shi Luo squeezed the steering wheel and asked sternly, "Whose phone is in his

hand?"

"Bai Xiaolong."

Shi Luo sneered without changing her face, "Let your Chinese zodiac learn

Chinese characters well, hang up."

Gu Chen squeezed the seat belt in his arms, reached out and gave a thumbs up

in front of Xi Luo, "Sister Luo, awesome!"

Confronted the boss face to face, Li Qiao first, and Luo sister second.

Siluo patted his paws, slammed on the accelerator under her feet, and the

speed was over 100.

She was out of anger when she mentioned it.

In the past two days, she called Zong Zhan, but the dog man did not answer

every time.

Silo didn't doubt it at first, but when the frequency increased, it seemed

strange.

Zong Zhan did not answer the phone, nor did he call her back, but he was able

to give her a voice.

On the first day, Shi Luo typed and asked him how his waist was.

Zong Zhan replied with voice: It’s better, but it still hurts a bit.

This is no problem. The communication is normal, except that the voice is a

little noisy. Silo thought it was a bad signal.

Later, she had been busy talking about cooperation, so she didn't have time to

worry about these trivial matters.

Until yesterday, on a whim, Xi Luo sent a WeChat message like this to Zong

Zhan: Didn’t call me yesterday, don’t you want to renew it?

And the voice from Zong Zhan: When will you be back? Bai Yan can't cook

anything other than fried rice? "

This reply is somewhat of a suspicion that is not what was asked, but if you

rely on it, it also fits the style of a wolf dog.

Siluo suppressed the doubts in his heart, and typed a few more words: How many

more days do you miss me?

Zong Zhan’s voice reply: I have never eaten such green fried rice.

Well, something is wrong.

Shi Luo directly put in a big move: Do you want me to cover you for a year or

your life?

Three minutes later, the man’s WeChat finally sent a text message: What

package? Which tempo?

The cards of the brand are still played wrong.

At this point, Xi Luo's heart is like a mirror, and Zong Zhan's WeChat has

been replaced.

As for those slightly noisy voice messages, 80% are the result of secondary

recording.

Si Luo simply flipped through the chat records between herself and Zong Zhan

for the past two days, and quickly withdrew the last WeChat message, and sent

a closing remark: Zong Zhan, my mother will not take you, so cancel the

contract.

The last unclear voice message received on WeChat was: Shi Luo, come back

early, I miss you.

Siluo can be sure that these voices were recorded by Zong Zhan himself before

leaving. Maybe she wanted to take the opportunity to stabilize her in Myanmar.

However, after detecting the strangeness, these voices could not relieve

Silo's inner anxiety and anger.

The group of brothers has been domineering internationally for too long.

Even if a joint action team takes action, it is not something that can be

wiped out overnight.

If it is placed two weeks ago, Shi Luo's character will most likely not

intervene, and may even sit back and enjoy the results regardless of his own.

But it doesn’t work anymore, because the man she likes has gone to the front.

……

At the same time, in the primitive jungle at the border of Lao-Myanmar, an

action team consisting of two hundred advanced soldiers was stationed in an

undeveloped primitive river downstream.

Zong Zhan, as the commander, is checking the coordinate map in the simple

tent.

"Boss, the group is too cunning. We went to check the terrain in the morning,

and the other side moved another kilometer westward, seemingly trying to lure

us into the deep jungle."

Zongzhan pointed to a certain location on the map, "I will hike here tomorrow,

and people from both Laos and Burma will meet near this waterfall."

"Okay." Xiong Ze replied solemnly, "I'm going to convey it."

After a while, Zong Zhan walked out of the tent, sat on a dumped log, bowed

his head and lit a cigarette.

Three countries participated in this mission. In order to prevent information

leakage, all of them did not bring external communication equipment, only one

satellite device was used for emergency contact.

Zongzhan spit out a puff of smoke, and looked at the lush vegetation around

the jungle. From time to time, the worms and birds crowed, and a sense of

loneliness grew spontaneously.

He wanted Shi Luo very much, but as a commander, he couldn't break the iron

law, so he couldn't contact her.

Zong Zhan looked at the setting sun shattered by leaves above his head,

thinking of Shi Luo, his resolute face instantly covered with a thin smile.

"Zizi——"

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie hanging on the waist rang out the sound of

electricity, and someone soon shouted: "Boss, there is an ambush at ten

o'clock, be careful..."

The gunshot sounded, and the primitive jungle, which had been sleeping for

many years, started a desperate fight that night.

……

At midnight, at the entrance of the jungle on the Lao-Myanmar border, a jeep

parked in the middle of the lawn.

Shi Luo was wearing an olive-green combat uniform and a peaked cap. She got

out of the car and opened the trunk. Inside, there were all kinds of very

advanced equipment.

Gu Chen was still in a state of persecution. He walked up to Shi Luo with

erratic steps and looked straight at her, "Do you have any shameful secrets?"

"You also said that you can't see anyone, so dare you to ask?" Silo picked up

a gun and threw it to Gu Chen, and then began to stuff a magazine into the

pocket of the combat uniform. "The jungle terrain is very messy, follow me

later. Don't run around."

Gu Chen caught the gun, and put the magazine in his pocket in a similar

manner, "Don't worry, Xiaoye is not a waste."

At any rate, they are all colleagues of the Yan League, and no one is good at

it.

After getting ready, Siluo turned on the phone to check the location of the

action team again, confirmed the direction, and asked Gu Chen to follow.

The primitive jungle at night is perilous, and the two walked into the deep

forest with all their equipment.

(End of this chapter)