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Chapter 8 I really didn't think of it

The prince sucked and drooled at the corner of his mouth.

Then he shook his head and threw all his saliva on Gu Zheng's face.

The helicopter flew for four hours and finally landed on a grassland. It was not as good as outside the mad asylum, but there were also many plainclothes carrying some weapons in secret and wandering around.

After the helicopter was launched, the lawn returned to its original appearance. Gu Zheng was still looking up at the helicopter leaving, but a familiar person walked towards him.

And as soon as he opened his mouth, he exposed himself without any hiding.

"You're finally here!"

The voice was very light, calm, and a little melancholy. When talking, the quiet eyes grabbed Gu Zheng's eyes and never left, which was very polite.

But Gu Zheng knew that he was the one who shone smoke on his face with the spotlight last night. He leaned over with white hair and lit a cigar for the man. Seeing the smoke lingering, he walked over, "Gu Zheng, it seems that you really didn't remember who I am."

Gu Zheng shook his head, you will definitely not be a good person.

He is actually very happy now. If he can be treated like this by a group of people who are preparing to treason, he should be a good person. He is not as he imagined, but a profit-oriented arms dealer.

The man stretched out his hand, "Gu Zheng, you were the best agent under my command, no one! And I, Pulkinsi, are your chief, the head of the BAFT Secret Service."

Gu Zheng didn't hold his hand. He was trying hard to recall it, but he seemed to be a little confused, just felt that there was a slight familiarity that was not easy to detect.

Pulkinsi smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, since your consciousness has recovered, let's start! Come on, this is the commanding heights of the castle. If you walk forward from here, you can overlook the entire castle."

Gu Zheng was a little puzzled if he really knew the whereabouts of those arms, from the moment he began to suspect that he might not be an arms merchant.

But he still walked to the end of the lawn.

This is a natural meadow, halfway up the mountain, the clouds float slowly in the low-high above the head, some of which turned into white mist and swirled in the woods in the distance. It seemed that it had rained and the grass was very wet, but the temperature was suitable. In hot weather, there was still some coolness.

He stood at the end of the lawn, and then through the gap between the two woods, he saw the entire castle.

The castle, which has a history of two thousand years, stands quietly in the steel forest. The 750 kV transmission line passes by one side, and at a certain location at the foot of the mountain, there is also a substation. The substation is outward, which is the edge of the city. Following the traffic roads in the wild, it can pass through the entire city and turn its attention to the opposite sea.

He only took the first look.

Just closed his eyes.

This place has a deep memory.

At that moment, some memory fragments kept pouring up from the depths of my mind.

He saw piles of guns, brand new oil seals, packs of bullets, piled up there with a pile of wood. There was a container next to it, someone was painting something on it. A tank was passing by, and a pilot saluted him. Then, the broken memory image turned rapidly, and he suddenly stood by the sea, watching the giant ships sailing away from the port in the distance, and someone behind him was calling him. He turned around, but he couldn't see the person's appearance, and even the voice was ethereal. But he could remember that the person was waving to him, "Go, it's too late if you don't leave! I have to catch the nearest flight back to Greta!"

Then, the memories came to an abrupt end.

The pictures that were finally pieced together instantly fell apart, turning into stars in the sky in their heads, turning into a fog of light and dissipating.

Immediately afterwards, a pain came from the back of his head, which spread to the side of his forehead. The severe pain made Gu Zheng a little unable to bear it. He covered his temples and squatted on the ground.

Pulkinsi never disturbed him until he had a headache. He took a bottle of water and handed it over from behind Gu Zheng, "Have you had altitude sickness?"

Gu Zheng shook his head and said thank you, "I just remembered some things, but I don't know where to start."

"What did you remember?"

"Sea, ship. Since I regained consciousness, I never knew that the castle was still leaning against the sea. Maybe some memory was confused, so it made my head hurt."

Pulkinsi was stunned when he heard this, "What else?"

Gu Zheng turned around, "Sir, are you talking about that batch of equipment? You have to ask the prince!"

Pulkinsi's face changed a little quickly, but it also recovered quickly. He might have almost forgotten that according to them, the prince was the underground arms broker.

The prince looked refreshed. He had not walked out of the ward with only white for too long, and had not seen such a large piece of green and blue in the distance, so he smiled with satisfaction, with saliva on the corners of his mouth.

Of course he didn't know that the arms were in the castle.

Gu Zheng had already verified that this person really didn't know anything, he was really just a lunatic.

The prince was as happy as a child, dancing with his hands and feet, completely putting the people around him aside, spreading his arms and running to the edge of the Wan Cliff not far away. At first, several agents thought that this guy wanted to get closer, but unexpectedly, the prince did not stop his feet when he arrived at the edge of the cliff. He bounced his legs and jumped down the cliff.

"Stop him!" Pulkinsi shouted.

But someone had already pounced on him and threw the prince's slightly fat body to the ground. Several special agents followed him pressed his hands, pulled his legs and pulled him back from the edge of the cliff.

Everyone was scared and sweating. They might not realize that there was another mentally ill person coming to this plane.

A sound came from the headset. Pulkinsi glanced at Gu Zheng squatting on the ground, squinted his mouth, nodded with white hair, and walked over with the two of them. Pulkinsi retreated aside and answered his phone number.

"How is it? Has it been analyzed?"

"Boss, according to the analysis of psychological experts, six cameras captured the target's focal point and eye change. They felt that we might have gotten the wrong direction..."

"Say something I can understand!"

"Okay, boss! We searched every inch of land here last night, but we didn't find the possibility of hiding the location of the arms. But the psychological experts just analyzed..."

"Say the point!"

"Okay, boss! Psychological experts say that the target has a strong tendency to fluctuate the consciousness state on the sea surface!"

"Just tell me directly that batch of arms is finished in the sea!? Idiot!" Pulkinsi was immediately excited, and his curses seemed much gentler. Yes! Why didn't he expect from the beginning that Gu Zheng's first reaction was the ship and the sea. The land was big, but was it big enough to cross the sea? There are indeed many places on the land that can hide things, but can it be more hidden than the sea?

Who can think of finding a place on the sea and throwing that batch of arms into the sea?

“Have you positioned the focus position?”

"It's still doing 3D drawing!" said the opposite side: "But in a few more minutes, the result will come out!"
Chapter completed!
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