deep invasion

Chapter 56 Last Page

It was almost evening when we got back to the hotel.

Rejecting the help from the front desk, Han Huan pulled his coat to cover the wound on his waist, and walked back to the room.

The mobile phone and computer were turning on, and Han Huan went to the bathroom to take off his clothes. The long and narrow wound had stopped bleeding and was scabbing. With his strong self-healing ability, he even had the illusion that his cells were accelerating division and growth.

The intention of the British side to capture the only successful subject alive in the experiment is obvious, and they will never stop there.

As for the failed teenagers, after losing their use value, they...

"hiss--"

Han Huan put down the wine bottle in his hand and couldn't help taking a breath.The pain from the alcohol's contact with the wound made his mind go blank for a moment.

After closing his eyes and leaning against the wall for half a minute to recover, Han Huan simply treated the wound and walked out of the bathroom.

For this level of pain, Gu Jing injected him with suppressive drugs is much lower.

There are unread emails displayed on the phone screen.

The sender is Gu Jun.

Han Huan quietly looked at the deciphered information on the screen, sliding his fingertips down, his originally stretched brows were furrowed more and more tightly, and his expression changed from calm to dignified.

This document is the file of two people.

He had seen the second half of June in Colonel He's office more than a year ago.However, the first half and the last page of annotations recorded by another person were not completely presented before his eyes until today.

No.40 nine pages, the last page of the file:

[On May 2007, 5, Fang Rongqing, deputy head of the fourth group of the Ninth Bureau, was sentenced to death for treason.Fang Rongqing once tried to escape from the prison after being arrested, but was shot dead by He Chong, the leader of the fourth group, five kilometers outside Qinghe Prison. ]

[On June 2007, 6, Fang Rongqing's younger brother Fang Rongyu was kidnapped by the British. ]

[On July 2007, 7, the rescue of Fang Rongyu was successful.In view of the fact that Fang Rongyu fell into a coma after the rescue and his vital signs continued to decline, He Chong, the leader of the fourth team, suggested that he should be subjected to the No. 9 experiment. ]

[On August 2007, 8, Fang Rongyu conducted the first experiment, code-named 16. ]

[On August 2007, 8, Fang Rongyu's experiment failed. ]

[On January 2010, 1, at the request of Colonel He Chong, Fang Rongyu changed his father's surname to June Brown]

In the first half of the file, the person recorded is Fang Rongqing.

Like June, the woman in the photo is typically biracial.I don't know if it's because the lights are too dazzling, or her skin is too fair, but those dark brown eyes are shining like jewels, wrapped by long and narrow eyelashes, but they look warm and moist, which perfectly blends the beauty of East and West. .

She faced the camera without any expression, and a faint smile emerged.

There is no doubt that women are beautiful.

Han Huan stared at the photo for a few seconds, then completely deleted the file from the phone.

All the information entered his brain. Not only did this document fail to solve the current mystery as he intuitively expected, but it also made everything related to the boy June more complicated.

Fang Rongqing, as the deputy team leader, was shot dead by He Chong, who was still the team leader at the time, but after four years, He Chong demanded that he must protect the boy as a protector.

Fang Rongqing, He Chong, the relationship between these two people may not just be the superior-subordinate relationship that was briefly mentioned in the information.

The phone rang.

an unfamiliar number,

Han Huan picked up the phone, and after a short sizzling electric sound came from the other end, it was the sound of a teenager crying, which became smaller and weaker until it finally disappeared completely.

A rather familiar young male voice gave the order, "Have enough rest, Major Han. Now go and open the curtains."

After a moment of silence, Han Huan walked to the window, opened the curtains, and there was a faint red dot on his chest marking the location of his heart. "what do you want?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The unique arrogance of the London accent and the rising end, the man on the other end of the phone is very fluent in Chinese, but also looks a bit weird because he is too fluent in his native language.

Han Huan didn't move.

Half a minute later, the red spot on his chest disappeared.

The man on the other end of the phone laughed, "Since you are so sure that I want to capture you alive, can I meet you at today's pier at seven o'clock tomorrow night?"

Unmoved by the gentlemanly tone, Han Huan just closed the curtains and walked back to the box next to the bed.He probably guessed the identity of the man who called him.

This time, according to the data, the mercenary who robbed June was a very famous mercenary team in the world.This team is small in number, but all of them are once one of the best players in the army, led by a British man named Sean.

Han Huan remembered that a few years ago, he had fought against this British man named Sean.

If he hadn't met him, the myth of Sean's invincibility in close combat might have continued for another two years.

"If you don't answer, I will take you as the default. Dear Major Han, your skills are still as good as ever. I am looking forward to our meeting tomorrow. Then this child will be my gift to you."

Sean's cheerful laughter came, followed by a blind tone of beeping.

Han Huan put down the phone and slowly went through all the information in his mind.

Regardless of the facts of the past, rescuing the boy is the most important thing right now.

That's what he promised his friend.

friend?

Han Huan was a little surprised at the word he used unconsciously, but there was a smile in his eyes.

His friends have always been few.

Perhaps, he should prepare for the meeting tomorrow night.

Han Huan opened the box next to his feet. The brand new M9 and rows of bullets were neatly stacked. This was a spare weapon that He Chong had provided him in case he needed it. There is a use.

Han Huan played with the dagger in his hand, and the sharp blade swung a silver-white semicircle, as if waiting for the next night to come.