Chapter 2099: Memories of the Young Master

Mu Yuan once heard a story about an undercover agent. That was his first squad leader after joining the army. It was about an undercover agent a few years ago. He had never been able to get out of his undercover career because he successfully lurked. The police caught a large domestic drug trafficking group, but there was a young man in the drug trafficking group who was on good terms with him.

This young man usually helped transport goods and treated him like a younger brother. In the last operation, some people in the drug trafficking group were still escaping, and many people died. This young man also died. Before he died, he kept asking him why he betrayed them. Three years of undercover career, it was a living person, not a bunch of data or a life played. The squad leader has never been able to get out.

So, he did not go to the front line again, chose to be an instructor, and started behind the scenes. He had been undercover for less than three months, more than two months, and had been with He Chunwang almost every day. He Chunwang had other thoughts about him and liked him, and he knew it. Even if He Chunwang himself couldn't tell whether this liking was empathy or true love, He Chunwang had done his best for him and had never let him down. It was he who let He Chunwang down.

He felt a little cold.

The town was filled with sunshine, but he felt a little cold.

When he left, he confirmed that He Chunwang had gone abroad. How could he be killed in Myanmar? Who killed him? Did He Chunwang resent him before he died?

Mu Yuan repeatedly entangled with He Chunwang's death.

"Why are you sitting in the wind?" A familiar voice came, and Mu Yuan turned around and saw Jack, who was carrying a small suitcase. This was the first time he saw Jack not wearing a training uniform or a military uniform, but a simple casual outfit, and a pair of small white shoes that didn't match his temperament, which made his arms and legs look long.

Mu Yuan had a fever recently. Because of the frequent poisoning, his body's resistance was somewhat reduced, so he had a slight fever. He had just had a fever with Jack today, but he didn't expect to see him at noon. Jack had told him that he would arrive the day after tomorrow. He was passing through the South American base to do something, but it would only take a few hours.

"He Chunwang is dead." Mu Yuan said it for some reason. He sat on the rattan chair with a pale face.

Jack came over and patted him on the head gently, "Well, I heard about it. His affairs have nothing to do with you. After He Chunwang was sent abroad, he heard about He Jing's death and rushed back to take care of He Jing's funeral. This time in Myanmar, four families were uprooted. Liuhehui wanted to regroup, and He Chunwang must not stay, just like in your country in ancient times, when an emperor ascended the throne, the prince of the previous emperor must not stay, so as not to be tied up."

Mu Yuan thought, when did you know the history of our country so clearly?

But he was thinking in his heart, if he had contacted He Chunwang earlier, would it be better, would he not die?

The sun was shining brightly in the town, but Mu Yuan was in a bleak mood. He was a perfectionist, even a little stubborn. When something went wrong, he would always think over and over again, wondering if he hadn't done it that way, would it have been better? Would there have been a different ending?

Such a person is stubborn and prone to hitting a wall.

Mu Yuan felt pain in his heart, "Instructor, I've always wanted to ask you something."