Lan Xue was tied up and made the captain extremely angry. Thinking of the relationship between Lan Xue and Luo Zheng and the Song family, he could guess something vaguely. His face was gloomy and would drip out of water. If this guess was true, it would be terrible. The captain decided to notify Mr. Li as soon as possible that the game of the central high-level officials could not be involved, but he could not fall behind. Looking at Luo Zheng, he said seriously: "Lan Xue must be rescued, not only for you, but also for the honor of the National Blade."

"Please rest assured that even if I die, I will save Lan Xue back." Luo Zheng said confidently, betting on a man's dignity and pride.

"Very good, I believe in you. You should take the lead, protect yourself and delay time. I arrange people to go over and help quietly. The honor and dignity of the National Blade will never be trampled on by anyone. This is our mission and our responsibility. Even if you sacrifice your life, remember that you are already a member of the National Blade. The sharp blade of the National Blade, fighting for the country and unsheathed for the people. Only by dying in battle will you never kneel down to live." Captain Wu said coldly.

"Yes, even if you die, you will never defile the national emblem above your head." Luo Zheng responded with a decisive look on his face.

"Go, change into ordinary clothes and don't have to bring anything. I have arranged a helicopter to take you. Someone will wait for you at the airport. If you are arranged to go to Baguo, someone will pick you up there. Be careful and come back alive." The captain solemnly saluted Luo Zheng, expressing his blessings and expectations in the form of a soldier.

"Waiting for my news." Luo Zheng solemnly returned the favor, looked at him and nodded tacitly, resolutely and decisively.

Leaving the captain's office, Luo Zheng quickly ran to the dormitory to change his casual clothes and boarded the helicopter that had been prepared long ago. An hour later, the helicopter landed at a military base in Beijing. A special car came over and after confirming Luo Zheng's identity, he immediately took Luo Zheng to the international airport.

At the airport gate, someone saw a military licensed car coming. He looked at Luo Zheng without asking anything. He handed over a passport, a plane ticket, and a boarding pass. Luo Zheng took it over and saw that his name was written on it. The ticket was in Baguo. There were still ten minutes to take off. Luo Zheng glanced at the other party, got off the car and walked away quickly.

Ten minutes later, Luo Zheng took an international flight and rushed towards Yuntian. Looking at the white clouds outside the window, Luo Zheng's heart was extremely heavy, full of worry, worried that Lan Xue would be treated inhumanely, and even more worried that Lan Xue would have an accident. His slightly closed eyes were full of flames of anger, and his whole body emitted a cold aura than nature. The passengers next to him found a seat again in fear. There were many empty seats in the cabin, so he didn't worry about sitting.

"Calm down, be sure to be calm. Impulse will only make you lose your basic judgment and make things worse." Luo Zheng secretly warned himself. Gradually, his angry eyes became much clearer, and his expression also eased, and he was planning the next rescue plan?

The information is limited, and I only know that the other party is a militant and has unknown identity. Pakistan has many armed forces, and they appear as guerrillas, restoration organizations, etc. After all, they are all private armed forces to seek benefits for individuals. Such people do everything if they have money, and kidnapping a person is just a pediatric department. If it is really the instruction of the Song family, we must find a way to get enough evidence this time and we must never be passive anymore.

It was the next morning when the plane arrived in Baguo. After leaving the customs, a middle-aged Chinese came over and spoke fluent Mandarin and asked enthusiastically: "Are you Luo Zheng?" Luo Zheng is a pseudonym. In order to facilitate hiding his identity, this name is homophonic with the real name. Luo Zheng thinks the name is pretty good.

"Are you?" Luo Zheng looked at the other person without any comment. His face was font, short hair, gold-rimmed glasses, his skin was a little rosy, and he was wearing a decent suit, exuding a scholarly atmosphere. He immediately made a judgment that this person was not a soldier, but should be the kind who worked as a civilian in the office for a long time.

The middle-aged man was also looking at Luo Zheng. His casual shoes, casual sportswear, and his skin was dark and translucent because he was exposed to the sun on the beach every day. At first glance, he really didn't look like a yellow person. If he put on sunglasses and a windbreaker and hat, he would definitely treat him as a black man from a distance. However, he didn't ask much, and handed a travel backpack to Luo Zheng and said seriously: "You have something you can use, and contact me anytime if you need it."

"Thank you." Luo Zheng was too lazy to ask more questions when he saw that the other party did not report his name. Since it was arranged by the captain, such a person was either a foreign ministry staff or a special agent. He had a sensitive identity and would not leak the secrets easily. He would not say anything after asking. He nodded and smiled at the other party with gratitude.

The middle-aged man looked around and left quietly. Luo Zheng came outside and found a place where there was no one to open his backpack. It contained a clean set of clothes, a Sig P2 pistol, an M9 saber, two spare empty magazines, a satellite phone, a big bun of bullets, a map and some cash, etc.

Luo Zheng looked at the pistol roughly and tried this legendary best pistol during the armed training of the brigade. The bottom handle is an aluminum alloy, the surface is matte black anodized polished, with infrared aiming, a rate of fire of 345 meters, and 9 bullets. The accuracy is very high. With this gun's self-defense and the m9 saber, Luo Zheng felt a little calmer.

After taking out the map and observing for a while, he quickly found Mogan Town. It was far away from the airport and took a bus for at least half a day. After thinking about it, Luo Zheng packed up his things, put on his hat in his casual sportswear, took out his sunglasses and put them on, and came to the side of the road to stop a taxi.

Along the way, the driver was very talkative and asked Luo Zheng where he came from and what he did in Mogan Town. Of course, Luo Zheng would not tell the truth. He tricked the driver from Sam's country and went to Mogan Town to see relatives. When the driver heard this, he became more enthusiastic and praised Sam's country for being rich and democratic, unlike the Pakistani country, which was poor.

Taxi drivers are knowledgeable and have the ability to talk to others and talk to others when they see ghosts. Of course, Luo Zheng would not take it seriously. He pretended to be curious and asked, "Is there any fun place in Mogan Town?" As he said that, he smiled deliberately, and men knew how to laugh.

"Oh, that's too much, but the country is not as relaxed as it is, and the management is still very strict. Everyone does it secretly, but don't be afraid. There are people behind those places, and the government will not go too far. Otherwise, it will be difficult for everyone to deal with it and it will be very safe." The driver explained with a smile, looking like a fellow man.

"Safe? No," Luo Zheng smiled deliberately.

"Why can't you? You know you're a newcomer and are not familiar with the situation. Let me tell you this. There are several nightclubs in Mogan Town, and there is an armed force behind it to manage it. The same goes for several other towns. The government cannot collect the scene when it comes to trouble. With the generous tax revenue, I might as well turn a blind eye." The driver smiled.
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