svetikya Chapter 281
Chapter 281
Zhang Xing's eyes were filled with grief and reluctance. Tears flowed like a flood, blurring his vision. He looked at Geng Jianhui, his lips trembling. He wanted to shout, but found that his throat was tightly strangled by an invisible hand. No words could express his inner pain and struggle at the moment.
Geng Jianhui seemed to see through Zhang Xing's mind. A smile of relief and endless attachment appeared on his face. There was no fear or regret in that smile, only infinite loyalty to the country and the nation, and deep concern and blessings for his comrades.
He may know that his own sacrifice is in exchange for the happiness and freedom of more people, and to revitalize this land ravaged by war. In his heart, the interests of the country and the nation are above everything else, and personal life and death have long been put aside.
In an instant, Zhang Xing burst into tears, and his mind involuntarily emerged with bits and pieces of being with Geng Jianhui. Those good times they had spent together have now become the most precious and painful memories in his heart.
Geng Jianhui's resistance continued. Zhang Xing knew that he could not delay any longer. He wiped his tears, gritted his teeth, and ran towards the lock of the door, suppressing his inner grief.
When he came to the unlocking position, Zhang Xing took out the key he had taken from Mikami and quickly put it into the keyhole. However, just as he was about to turn the key, a arrogant sneer suddenly came from not far behind him: "Chinese, you can't escape."
Zhang Xing's body froze instantly, and he slowly looked back. In the blurred smoke, a figure was struggling to get up from the ground more than ten meters away from him.
That was Mikami. He looked extremely miserable. His originally neat clothes were now torn to pieces by the impact of the bomb, revealing his skin soaked in blood. His face was covered with scars, and blood flowed out from the wound on his forehead, slid down his cheeks, dripped on the ground, and mixed with the dust to form a dark red stain.
One of his eyes was so swollen that he could hardly open it, but the other eye flashed with a crazy and fierce light, staring at Zhang Xing. His body was shaking, as if he might fall down again at any time, but he still stubbornly held the gun with both hands, and the muzzle was firmly pointed at Zhang Xing.
At this time, Zhang Xing was filled with despair. He had nowhere to hide, like a prey trapped in a desperate situation, and could only watch the hunter's gun pointed at him.
"Go to hell, Chinese!"
Mikami roared wildly and pulled the trigger at the same time.
Just when Zhang Xing thought he was going to die, a gunshot broke the silent air, but he did not feel any pain.
He widened his eyes in surprise, and saw a bloody hole suddenly appeared in Mikami's chest, and blood spurted out like a spring. Mikami's eyes showed horror and confusion, and he seemed unable to believe that he was hit like this.
Zhang Xing was surprised to find through his mutant eyes that the person who shot Mikami was actually Sakurai who had been hiding behind the pillar on the other side.
At this time, Sakurai's face was as pale as paper, and her eyes revealed a trace of tension and panic. The gun in her hand was still emitting wisps of green smoke. Obviously, the shot just now was fired by her.
However, the scene was extremely chaotic at this time, and no one noticed that Sakurai shot Mikami. Only Zhang Xing, who had the ability of semi-perspective with mutant eyes, could discover this secret hidden in the chaos.
Zhang Xing was confused at the moment. He really couldn't figure out why Sakurai would save him at this time. Judging from Sakurai's previous performances, Zhang Xing had already excluded her from his own people. Could it be that there was some hidden grudge between Sakurai and Mikami, so she took advantage of this chaotic opportunity to get rid of Mikami without hesitation?
However, Zhang Xing had no time to think about this problem carefully. Taking advantage of the moment when Mikami fell to the ground, he quickly turned the key and opened the heavy iron door. As the iron door slowly rose, a faint light came in through the crack.
Zhang Xing escaped from the iron door as quickly as possible, and then quickly locked the iron door with trembling hands. Under his push, the heavy iron door slowly began to fall, making a dull sound.
Through the gradually narrowing crack of the door, Zhang Xing saw the heartbreaking scene.
Geng Jianhui's body was covered with countless wounds, and blood kept pouring out of the wounds, dyeing the ground around him into a shocking red, but his eyes were still firm, without the slightest retreat or fear.
The gun in his hand had no bullets, so he could only wrestle with the enemy barehanded.
As the iron door slowly fell, Zhang Xing's tears were like a broken dam.Rushing out like a flood, his vision gradually blurred, but he still stared at Geng Jianhui's figure. He wanted to engrave this moment in his heart forever. His lips trembled, and he wanted to shout Geng Jianhui's name, but his throat seemed to be choked by something and he couldn't make a sound.
Geng Jianhui seemed to feel Zhang Xing's gaze. He turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the iron gate.
At that moment, their eyes met. Zhang Xing saw determination, relief and endless concern in Geng Jianhui's eyes, and Geng Jianhui also saw grief, reluctance and hope for the future in Zhang Xing's eyes.
At this moment of life and death, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world seemed to be left with only the two of them.
They expressed each other's emotions with their eyes and conveyed the final farewell with their hearts. Zhang Xing's tears flowed wantonly, dripping on the ground, splashing sad water. His body trembled violently because of grief, and his heart seemed to be cut by countless sharp blades, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
He knew that this farewell would be a farewell forever. He would never hear Geng Jianhui's voice again, never see his smile again, and never fight side by side with him again.
Geng Jianhui, who was surrounded by the enemy and wrestled with the enemy barehanded, still had a relieved smile on his face covered with blood. He knew that his sacrifice was worth it. He exchanged his life for Zhang Xing's escape and a glimmer of hope for the mission.
He looked at Zhang Xing with encouragement and blessings in his eyes, as if saying: "Let's go, brother, live well, for our mission, for our beliefs."
The iron gate finally fell completely, as if Zhang Xing and Geng Jianhui were completely separated in two worlds. Zhang Xing collapsed to the ground powerlessly, covering his face with his hands tightly, and burst into tears. His cry echoed in the empty ground, full of endless grief and sorrow. His body kept twitching, and all the pain in his heart was vented with tears.
Zhang Xing had read many novels praising national security, criminal police or military themes before. Most of the endings in those stories were perfect. The heroes always won after going through hardships and dangers, and they were honored and welcomed a bright future.
Zhang Xing also felt this way before. He felt that although death would happen, it would not be so fast or so sudden. However, at this moment, he deeply realized that there was a huge difference between reality and novels.
The battle on the national security line in reality is so cruel and ruthless, so sudden. On this secret and dangerous front, every mission is full of unknowns and variables, and every action may face a test of life and death.
Brave and fearless soldiers like team leader Geng Jianhui silently dedicate their youth, blood and even life, but they are often unknown to the world.
They fought desperately with the enemy in the dark, and sacrificed everything for the safety of the country and the happiness of the people. Their sacrifice is not only the disappearance of life, but also the broken family and the grief of relatives.
Every action may be accompanied by the departure of comrades, and every victory may be exchanged for blood and life. This cruelty is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
At present, although various contradictions occur frequently in my country and the grassroots people are still struggling, it is undeniable that my country's comprehensive strength is increasing day by day, and its international influence has leapt into the forefront of the world. The days of being oppressed by the powers in the past no longer exist. Compared with the complicated and chaotic international situation, our current peaceful situation is hard-won.
Behind this peace, countless people of lofty ideals have sacrificed their lives and blood. There is a saying that there is no such thing as a peaceful life in this world, but someone is carrying the burden for us.
What's funny is that the Internet is often full of slander and doubts about those who carry the burden. These people often use the title of "public intellectuals" and say: Are they really that great? Maybe it's just for their own interests and honor. In this era, who doesn't live for themselves? Why are they praised so highly? Maybe what they did was not so noble at all, but just exaggerated. Is their contribution really worth our praise? I don't think so.
For such remarks, Zhang Xing can only describe them in one word, that is "stupid"! , these people who are called "public intellectuals" think they have mastered the truth after reading a few materials. Have they ever thought about what kind of faith and courage those who have made contributions to the interests of the country and the nation have to move forward in the face of difficulties and obstacles?
They fearlessly charge in the hail of bullets, work silently in the front line of scientific research, and stick to their ordinary posts. Their dedicationThey built the backbone of the country and protected the peace of the people.
If these dedicated people are disheartened, it will be a tragedy for the country and the nation. The country will lose its driving force for progress and the nation will lose its core of cohesion. Without their hard work and dedication, how can there be peace and prosperity today?
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