Chapter 33: Burning Heaven -2

The black off-road Jeep drove into the shallow river during the dry season like an arrow. The river water only reached the axle, and the riverbed was covered with pebbles of all sizes. The Jeep violently bumped and roared forward like a wild beast crossing the water, splashing two meters of water.

The water fell like a rainstorm and hit the passengers in the back seat, reflecting the cold moonlight. But he didn't care, he silently looked at the walkie talkie in his hand, which was only filled with rustling electrical noise.

The current noise suddenly disappeared.

The clear and slow male voice replaced the noise, "Dr. Mann's helicopter has entered a radio silence zone, and I have lost contact with him. Officer Balgi, I'm sorry that this call ended like this. However, I suggest that you immediately turn your head back and go back to Paris. It only takes two hours for you to take a hot shower and quiet down to think. I don't have the decision-making power, I can only advise you. Such behavior will lead to the complete loss of trust in you by the Supreme Council, which you have earned through so many years of hard work. You know how precious that is

Runas, there's no need to persuade me. This is not a matter of trust, there are things more precious than trust

What is so precious to you? "Asked Runas.

People, their existence is their most precious right in this world, and no one can easily deprive them. Runas, you are a machine, and when you understand how to perceive a person's existence, you will understand my current thoughts. They are not weapons, they are people, and I am not a weapon, I am Peng Baogui! "The passenger threw the walkie talkie into the water.

Mr. Executive, should we continue moving forward? "The young driver, dressed in a military uniform, struggled to control the steering wheel and turned around.

Keep moving forward, I don't know what I can do, but I haven't done my best yet, so I can't stop! Thank you for being with me, "said the passenger, reaching out and pressing hard on the driver's shoulder, his palm warm and strong.

We have been off the highway for over an hour now. Can we find the way there? This is an uninhabited area, "said the young driver.

Don't worry, I'm familiar with this place like I'm familiar with my own palm prints, "the passenger whispered.

The rumbling sound of the train moving at high speed cannot be stopped even by the enclosed carriages.

Sergeant Lemaire released his bulletproof helmet and felt like he could finally take a breath into his lungs. He was extremely careful when doing this, glancing at his fully armed comrades sitting on benches around him, not wanting them to notice this small gesture. This night made Lemaire feel strange. He is considered the least experienced person here, but he has been serving in the special forces of the Secret Service for two years and has also served in active duty for three years before. He has never seen such a huge army transported overnight. He roughly estimated that there were 80 soldiers and a complete set of weapons and equipment in this enclosed carriage, which meant that there were about 3000 elite armed personnel on this temporary express train.

Don't do such sneaky things, it's not allowed, "Lieutenant Longbar sat upright next to Lemaire, his back straight and his gaze straight ahead." That thing is very important to you. Without that falcon, if you get hit in the head, the impact force will detach with your helmet, and if the other party uses triple point shooting, your head will be shattered by the two bullets from behind

Can your gaze turn, Lieutenant? "Lemaire could only button up the falcon again and complain softly," Where are we going? How far are we going? We've been on this train for two hours! Besides, it's nothing to relax now. What are we doing? Are we really taking action? Or are we just high-level officials thinking we should have a very realistic exercise on Christmas

What's two hours worth? If it were during World War II, Soviet soldiers might have to take a train and walk in the snow for two weeks to go to the front line, "Longbal lowered his voice. "

Lemaire shrugged and had to acknowledge Lieutenant Longbar's words. Longbal is his immediate superior and participated in the Third Total War, while Lemaire is just a new recruit compared to him.

To survive on the battlefield, one must first understand the battlefield. "This is a phrase that Longbal often says.

Le Maire sometimes finds these veterans who have experienced the Third Total War very annoying. They seem to always think that they have learned some philosophy from the brutal infantry battlefield and teach it to new recruits in a domineering manner. In the eyes of the new recruits, this cruel philosophy like the law of the jungle has gradually lost its meaning. The war has been quelled for nearly six years, and the veterans still seem to be living in a nightmare, like the military officials of the United States and the Soviet Union during the Cold War, mentally anxious and excited, thinking that a nuclear bomb could fall from the sky at any time, so they carry black suitcases of nuclear retaliation at all times.

However, Longbar was good to Lemaire and taught him many things.

Relax, we're on the train, and there are 3000 of our own people here. There won't be a bullet suddenly appearing from the time tunnel and hitting us in the head, "Lemaire smiled.

Longbal's face had just shaved, and it was a cold, iron blue color. He didn't smile. "I've heard of a real case where a train transporting dangerous goods was hijacked by enemy airborne troops halfway through. They used a mechanical assist system, which is a type of metal exoskeleton that can be mounted on your arms and legs, giving you strength as strong as a rhinoceros. They used the exoskeleton's high-speed running system to board the train, and then forcibly used the pliers attached to the exoskeleton to tear open the outer skin of the carriage, shooting down the unprepared guards one by one

Longbal turned his head and gave Lemaire a cold glance, 'And now, the war is still going on, it's not over. No one has ever said that the war is over!'

Lemaire was stunned for a moment, seeing something in Longbar's eyes that shook him and made him feel even stronger. When these people who had been on the battlefield were once again involved in AA level operations, they were half scared and half excited.

Two documents were handed over to him.

Please forward a copy to Lieutenant Longbar for him to read and sign, "said the sergeant who handed over the materials.

Longbal took the agreement without looking through it and hastily signed his name.

Hi, hey! What is that? Why did you just sign it? "Lemaire whispered.

Don't be silly, the materials arrived here and everyone quietly signed their names. No one would have any objections to this material, "Longbal licked his lips." So you're still a new recruit, um, a new recruit egg

Oh my god, shouldn't you have looked at what these officers asked you to sign before signing? "Lemaire looked around, trying to find someone to support him. But he couldn't find it. The soldiers in the entire carriage looked straight ahead like Longbar, and the sergeant who handed him the materials didn't respond to his gaze.

It's a confidentiality agreement, something that will be signed every high-level action, declaring that you will not disclose secrets to troublesome outsiders, especially journalists. At the same time, it also declares that you understand the high risks of serving the government army, and understand that if your personal situation encounters any unexpected events, you will obey the follow-up arrangements arranged by the government for you, in other words, the aftermath. "When Longbal said this, his face was indifferent, as if these things had nothing to do with him." Look, I have memorized them all

Does it mean that if you die in battle, you can just forget about it and receive compensation, but don't expect to make any demands on the government? "Lemaire flipped through the brief document in his hand.

You can't refuse to sign this thing just to make it easier to deal with civil rights lawyers suing the government or the military. Even if you don't sign, you can't refuse the order. You serve in the special forces of the Secret Service, what do you think this is? "Longbal stared into his eyes.

He suddenly took the pen from Lemaire's hand and drew the signature in a sloppy handwriting, handing over the two documents together to the sergeant. The sergeant took it expressionlessly and passed it back, but no one made a sound. The carriage was silent.

You signed my confidentiality agreement? That's my confidentiality agreement! "Lemaire widened his eyes.

This is a paradox, isn't it? "Longbal glanced at Lemaire's face with a hint of teasing." If you come back alive, then that agreement is useless. If you die, who else knows that I signed that agreement? We need to do handwriting verification. Isn't forging your signature too easy for those in the technical department? Do you want to make a public statement? Seek help from your lawyer? Hey, here you can only use the military channel. Try jumping out of the car and running away, go back to Paris and cry

Suddenly, a low burst of laughter erupted from the entire carriage. Lemaire paused for a moment, looked around angrily, and noticed that all the veteran soldiers were laughing uncontrollably. These soldiers, who were as cold and hard as stones, just looked coldly at the person across from them, but they didn't miss a single word of their conversation. This collective laughter has a chilling feeling, because even at this moment, no one is looking at Lemaire, they are still looking straight ahead, just with a mocking smile on their faces.

Lemaire sat back in his seat with regret, feeling the unfriendliness of these veterans. The subtle hostility made him nauseous and reminded him of the pranks the senior members of the fraternity played on freshmen in college. The brotherhood that Lemaire joined demanded that he publicly take off his clothes and soak himself in a huge bathtub, unable to breathe for a minute. When the minute was up, the senior students rushed over and pressed him tightly in the bathtub, preventing him from looking up. Lemaire struggled desperately, it was the only time in his life that he felt like he was going to die, a feeling he had never experienced in the military afterwards. Until he was about to faint, the mischievous students pulled him out of the water and hugged him one by one, welcoming him to join the organization.

During his years in college, Lemaire was looking forward to graduating soon so that he could get rid of those crazy members of the brotherhood. Now, the same idea suddenly surged in his heart. He thought he should find a reason to retire after this time.

The train suddenly slowed down, and the metal wheels rubbed violently against the steel rails, slowing down with splashing sparks and making a piercing sound. The well-trained soldiers urgently grabbed the canvas belt beside them to prevent their bodies from being thrown out by the huge inertia. The lights in the carriage dimmed, as if the sudden deceleration had caused poor contact with the transformer.

Inside the locomotive compartment, the lieutenant was thrown to the ground and rolled. But his body was extremely flexible, and he quickly rolled and stood up again. At this point, the train had already come to a difficult stop.

What's going on? "Colonel Hasimodo rushed to the control desk.

Did we follow this' Mercury 'before? I can't use GPS guidance to move forward now. "The sergeant operating the locomotive shook his head and pointed to the screen, "It instructed us to go to the left side of the fork. The crossing has already been automatically opened, but I can't do that

Why? "The colonel frowned.

The track on the right leads to the next station, but the track on the left is not a road at all. Colonel, do you see the sign there? My father is a locomotive operator, and so am I. I am familiar with any sign on the railway, and that sign indicates that it is only a parking track for temporarily stopping trains. Generally, such tracks can be several hundred meters long, up to one kilometer long, but without exception, the end must be a barrier. Once the track reaches that point, it will end, and you cannot continue to move forward unless you hit a concrete pier! "The sergeant became angry and looked at the unidentified global positioning navigation system" Mercury? GPS ", Is this thing reliable? According to its instructions, we should still be traveling at high speed. There is a railway ahead that leads to a small town called Fernandes, but there are no railway tracks here. The only thing waiting for us ahead is a barrier that can cause us to overturn

The colonel looked ahead through the car window and they had already entered the empty Flanders North Station, where the tracks branched into dozens of parallel tracks twisted like iron snakes. Less than twenty meters in front of them was a fork, with the tracks reflecting the cold moonlight. The one on the left crossed other tracks and headed towards the northeast, with no visible end.

I'll go down and take a look, you guys wait a moment, "the colonel straightened the collar of his military uniform.

I'll go too, "the lieutenant touched the gun on his waist.

Okay, but I don't think there's any danger. It's too quiet here and there's no human breath, "the colonel said calmly.

They jumped down and felt the cold wind blowing from the north as soon as they landed. Even though they were wearing thick military uniforms, they couldn't help but shiver.

The colonel took a few steps along the railway tracks, stopped, and looked silently at the abandoned train station ahead. The huge steel structure looked eerie with a Gothic style in the darkness, and the train lights couldn't penetrate the darkness here. The beams of light were quickly eroded and swallowed up by the darkness.

The wind blew the colonel's hem, and he took off his hat and tucked it under his armpit. The lieutenant stood beside him, trying hard to find some clues from everything around him. But he soon had to give up. He felt it necessary to trek a kilometer along the tracks to see if there was a passage or a barrier that could shatter the train.

We need to go take a look, "the lieutenant glanced at his watch," but it may not be enough time like this

There's no need to look, "the colonel suddenly turned and walked towards the locomotive compartment," let's keep moving forward

But... "The lieutenant stumbled and ran a few steps to catch up with him.

Keep moving forward, the order we have received is to keep moving forward, "the colonel said calmly." Even if there is a barrier ahead, we can only continue to move forward. You serve in the special forces of the Secret Service, and you need to understand this. Soldiers are weapons on the battlefield, and weapons do not ask for reasons

They returned to the locomotive compartment, and the colonel patted the sergeant on the shoulder, 'Start the train, we're running out of time.'

Colonel, I cannot accept this order! "The sergeant insisted.

Start the train, "the colonel patted his shoulder again," please believe me. If this leads to any consequences, I will take full responsibility

The train slowly started, but there was no rush to increase speed. The headlights shone on the endless railway tracks, and the sergeant struggled to widen his eyes and look ahead, tightly gripping the brake lever. The colonel glanced over and saw the sergeant's expression tense, with a slightly sweaty collar. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and didn't speak.

A kilometer passed quickly, and they didn't see the isolation barrier. The railway tracks ahead were still endlessly extending, and they had already moved away from the railway network of Flanders North Station, with only one monorail under their feet. The further they advanced, the deeper the roadbed of the railway tracks became, and finally they sank underground, with half of the car body submerged below the ground, like walking through a trench.

Accelerate, "the colonel ordered," there won't be any isolation barriers. We will follow this railway to reach Fernan, even though I don't know where it is

Oh my god, this damn railway! "Said the sergeant," its markings are wrong

No, it's just a cover up. This railway doesn't want strangers to know where it leads. Haven't you noticed? How could there be a neglected parking track with a shiny surface? It's indeed a fork in the road, and without this global positioning system, it wouldn't be easy for us to find it, "the colonel said calmly." Judging from the condition of the tracks, this railway is still quite busy, with a lot of goods quietly entering and leaving here, right

The lieutenant suddenly realized, "So I saw this when we got off the train. I thought we had to run up a kilometer along the tracks

No, I understood that when I saw the reflected moonlight, "the colonel whispered," I got off the car just to smell the smell here

He paused for a moment and said, 'Only the smell of rust remains.'

The radar buzzed, and the lieutenant glanced over and quickly flashed to the window to look behind. Far away from them was the Flanders North Station, where there was a clear beam of light and the faint sound of engines, indicating that a light locomotive was approaching the abandoned train station.

Are you cooperating with our unit? "He tried to open the communication system," I'll confirm their identity

No need, "the colonel held his hand," it's a construction train from the engineering unit. I knew they would follow us here before departure, but they will stop at the Frantis North Station. They're not here to cooperate with us, they have another mission

He turned to the sergeant and said, 'Accelerate now, we're in a hurry.'

The train began to move forward at high speed again, but the lights above Lemaire's head did not return. The sudden braking just now seemed to have made its transformer difficult to use, and the light tubes flickered with a grayish white color.

Where the hell is this? "Lemaire looked out of the car window.

No one will answer our questions, don't worry, "Longbal's tone flickered as he rolled his eyes to look at the light above his head." But I hate this light, it doesn't look like a good sign

On the other side of the carriage, the officer holding a lawyer's license matched all the signed documents with the soldiers' dental magnetic records one by one, sealed them, stuffed them into a black titanium alloy confidential box, and then locked it tightly. Finally, he broke the soft metal strip of the confidential box lock and sank it into the metal isolation compartment at the end of the carriage. This will make it impossible for anyone to open this confidential box again. Its strength is equivalent to that of an airplane's black box, and it can withstand temperatures of thousands of degrees and severe impacts without shattering.

If no one returns alive, later generations will be able to investigate everything that happened during this operation based on these documents.

Note:

Brotherhood and Sisterhood: A type of club in European and American universities, some of which have a tradition of teasing new members, such as requiring them to take off their clothes and run from one end of the campus to the other in the dead of night, or requiring everyone to participate in unconventional group activities, such as dancing naked in a basement where soap bubbles are piled up all the way to the ceiling.