Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Dai Jili didn't turn hostile, but the words he said were like iron, ringing with conviction.

The two young soldiers stared blankly at Dai Jili.

The leaders of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions have always been seen by the young soldiers as kind and cultured people.

But at this moment, they never expected him to lose his temper so fiercely.

The young soldier wiped away his tears and lowered his head, mumbling, "Chief, I'm sorry..."

Dai Jili shook his head, "It's not you who should apologize to me, it's me and Su Quanzhong who should apologize to you."

"You were diligently standing guard and performing your duties, nothing wrong with that. Instead, we covered for Colonel Yang, violating military discipline."

The young soldier was a bit puzzled by Dai Jili's words, "But, Chief, you..."

Dai Liji looked at him deeply, "Did I purposely violate discipline? Indeed, I did!"

"But if you understood what Colonel Yang has done for this country."

"If you knew how during a mission a year ago countless Evil Dragon Soldier Kings made heroic sacrifices for the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team."

"You would surely be like me, willing to defy military discipline, rather than let him suffer any grievance."

At this point, the cultured and refined Dai Liji looked up and surveyed the entrance of the headquarters.

"Even outside, if someone gives Colonel Yang a hard time, the brothers of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions would not agree, let alone within their home."

The two sentries lowered their heads, unable to speak.

Dai Liji patted the shoulder of the beaten sentry:.

I and Su Quanzhong violated military discipline and will write a formal review to the chief and request punishment, yet it's you two who need to be more agile."

"Otherwise, those who would hit you can line up all the way to Xizhi Gate."

The two sentries lowered their heads, and the beaten sentry gratefully said, "Thank you, Chief."

Dai Liji just nodded, not getting into the car, and with hands behind his back, walked into the gates of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

In the collective dormitory of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team, Yang Fei stood in the middle of the dorm, silent for a long time.

On six high and low iron-framed beds, the grassy green quilts were folded into neat, clean squares, indicating tidily managed personal belongings.

However, Yang Fei knew that if he uncovered the blanket of the third bed on the left, inside would be hidden an iPad.

It stored over thirty gigs of some kind of alternative movie, which was the treasure of the heavy machine gunner, Old Chang.

Under Lin Zi's blanket were hidden dozens of letters from Sister Xueyi and photos of his university girlfriend.

Under the blanket of Great Zhou, potentially there was a chicken leg snuck from the cafeteria, which by now must've dried up.

As for the handsome yet arrogant Long Ci, under his pillow was a photo of a beauty from Capital University.

This guy changed girlfriends like changing clothes, particular about features, never repeating.

...

Things have changed, the dorm which once echoed with laughter and joy has become unusually silent.

Even the quilts and floor were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Yang Fei stood there, dazed, in the middle of the dorm.

Slowly, a big teardrop rolled down his cheek, falling to the dusty ground below, blossoming into a flower.

Su Quanzhong didn't feel comfortable entering, so he stood outside, guarding for Yang Fei.

Yang Fei found a mop and broom from the corner and started cleaning up the dormitory.

He used a towel to wipe the dust from each bed, mopped the floor until it sparkled, even the iron-framed beds were spotless.

Ordinarily, these housekeeping tasks were all done by the honest, dependable Old Chang.

This big guy, standing at one meter eighty-two, was like the mother of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team, diligent and dedicated, working without complaint.

"Instructor, I'm a rough guy, can only do these rough jobs, you all are sophisticated ones, don't get your hands dirty."

It seemed Yang Fei heard Old Chang's words near his ears, and his honest smile appeared before his eyes.

However, Old Chang was the first to die in the Amazon jungle.

At that time, dozens of mercenaries surrounded Evil Dragon, plus there were snipers shooting secretly, making the situation extremely dangerous.

The dense rain of bullets pinned everyone down, unable to lift their heads.

The heavy machine gunner, Old Chang, picked up the heavy machine gun and rushed out fearlessly.

"Brothers, follow me, break out."

Yang Fei wiped Old Chang's iron bed little by little, and before his eyes emerged the image of Old Chang's fearless charge, as grand as a mountain.

Even Yang Fei couldn't count how many bullets Old Chang took before finally stumbling and falling.

"At the moment of sacrifice, what did Old Chang think?"

Yang Fei's hand holding the towel unknowingly stopped, staring dazedly at Old Chang's blanket.

At this moment, a big hand took Yang Fei's damp towel and continued to wipe the iron bed frame.

Yang Fei turned to look, it was Wu Yuanzhong.

Behind Wu Yuanzhong was Dai Liji, the two highest leaders of Hidden Dragon, looking at Yang Fei with complex expressions.

Wu Yuanzhong continued wiping the iron bed frame, while Dai Liji opened the windows and silently mopped the floor.

Yang Fei looked at the two old leaders, finally spoke up.

"Chief, I'm back."

Wu Yuanzhong nodded, saying calmly, "It's good to be back."

Yang Fei continued to lower his head, his tone becoming inadvertently chilly.

"Chief, I need an answer, during the battle in the Amazon jungle, how was our whereabouts leaked?"

Wu Yuanzhong's hand paused for a moment, then continued to wipe as if nothing was wrong.

He was too forceful, even the iron bed frame creaked.

"I don't know."

Wu Yuanzhong blandly said three words, then turned around, deep pain and struggle in his eyes.

"Evil Dragon suffered defeat, do you think you're the only one in pain? Do you think you're the only one in agony, they were also my soldiers!"

Saying this last part, the Old General shouted.

"You think Old Chang doesn't know someone leaked military intel, someone intentionally sent Evil Dragon to death?"

He threw the towel into the basin, the splashed dirty water wetting his collar.

"This whole year, Old Chang mobilized all the power of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions to investigate the traitor, but aside from this bullet, there's no clue."

He spoke as he pulled a bullet casing from his pocket.

On the bullet, there was a carved Fallen Angel design, with the bullet head inlaid with a circle of silver metal.

Yang Fei's spirit lifted, taking the bullet from Wu Yuanzhong's hand.

"Where did this come from?"

Wu Yuanzhong's face darkened, he said calmly, "After the leak incident occurred, our Hidden Dragon brothers conducted a thorough search within a three-kilometer radius around the headquarters."

"In the end, our guys discovered high-tech devices for intercepting satellite signals, and at the scene, we found this bullet."

Yang Fei gritted his teeth, "Someone actually intercepted satellite signals?"

"Who leaked the satellite channel's password and parameters? That's the most important question."

Wu Yuanzhong nodded, "This question is quite complex, we have also been investigating."

"I believe, as long as we find the source of this bullet, follow the trail, we can also find the traitor who leaked the satellite parameters."

Yang Fei nodded, sneering.

"Once we find this guy, no matter who he is, I'm going to tear him apart."

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