Chapter 854 It’s None of My Business! (Second Update!)

These people knelt down, but the people on the armored vehicle did not slack off. The driver drove the armored vehicle slowly closer.

The machine gunner on the armored vehicle gently shook the barrel of the gun, signaling the Vietnamese-speaking Cambodians next to them to make way.

With the 12.7mm machine gun against their heads, these Vietnamese-speaking Cambodians did not show any reluctance. They made way very happily, leaving the last twenty people who knelt down and the surrounding area of ​​more than 30 meters.

Seeing that these people were suppressed, Luo Ping breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not completely relax.

He stood in the distance, pressed the microphone, and said a few words in the microphone. Then more than thirty people holding shields, in a surrounding posture, slowly approached the last twenty people who knelt down.

Perhaps they knew they would be caught, or perhaps they were afraid of what would happen next, so these people exchanged glances with each other, as if they were ready to fight back.

But just as they exchanged glances and prepared to launch a counterattack, the m134 on the armored vehicle closest to the sea moved.

The sound of the motor squeaked, followed by a golden bullet screen, sweeping across the land in front of them.

The 12.7mm bullets hit the ground, raising dust, frightening people, and knocking out their courage.

They knelt obediently, with their backs straight, allowing the people holding shields to surround them and search them.

While the defense company personnel searched them, the small drone hovering in the sky slowly landed and aimed the camera at the scene.

Soon, the defense company personnel grabbed a dozen so-called killers from the crowd, and searched them for pistols, walkie-talkies, and a dozen small grenades.

After searching these things out, the defense company personnel did not rush to take these people away, but found a whiteboard, hung it around their necks, asked their names and positions, and wrote them all on the whiteboard.

Then, they put the small pistols and grenades they found in front of them and took pictures of them like prisoners.

After taking all the photos and making sure that no one was missed, Luo Ping waved his hand and asked his subordinates to take these people away.

He waited until these people were locked up in the car before he carried the shield and led the team to the people in camouflage uniforms.

He tied these people up with hemp ropes very roughly, and then kicked them away with three steps.

In the end, only the Cambodians who spoke Vietnamese were left.

Looking at these people and the confusion on their faces, Luo Ping showed a mocking smile on his face, waved to the drone in the sky, pointed at these people, turned around, and followed the camouflage uniforms who left.

Less than 5 minutes after he left, more than a dozen trucks drove from the northwest.

The truck stopped in front of these Cambodians who spoke Vietnamese, and a group of soldiers who were obviously from the Indochina Peninsula and wearing Cambodian army uniforms jumped off the truck.

They quickly lined up in front of the truck, and at the call of the leader, they pounced on these Cambodians who spoke Vietnamese like wolves and tigers.

The soldiers showed no mercy to the troublemakers. They beat them with a combination of punches, and then pulled and kicked them.

They dragged them to the truck, handcuffed them, and then threw them into the truck.

After everyone was stuffed into the truck, the leading officer waved at the drone in the sky, smiled brightly, and then turned and left.

On the other side, after taking a group of people in camouflage uniforms to a place where others could not see, Luo Ping waved his hand in disdain:

"Hurry up and change your clothes."

After receiving his order, the people in camouflage uniforms quickly took off their clothes, stuffed the camouflage uniforms into the prepared vehicles, changed into Cambodian police uniforms, got into the police car, and drove away quickly.

Watching the police car go away, Luo Ping turned and walked towards the convoy that released the drone, got into the car, dragged a chair over and sat down, and then asked the drone operator in the convoy:

"Are you sure everything is clear?"

The drone operator pointed to the video playing on the computer: "It's clear!"

"It's guaranteed to be a high-definition video. Even after the video compression of those websites, you can still see these people clearly."

"That's fine!" Luo Ping nodded, changed his posture, and quickly added:

"Hurry up and send a copy to Cambodia, and then send another copy to the head office."

"After sending, retreat according to the plan and retreat to a safe location."

"Wait a few days, if there is no movement in Vietnam, we will continue to return to the Middle East."

"If there is movement, we will change uniforms."

The operator quickly exported the video shot by the drone and handed it to the editor who was with the convoy. The editor deleted the content in the video that might reveal the identity, and adjusted the lens reasonably, and then the film was produced.

The film was exported and saved on the hard drive.

Several backups were made before the hard drive was handed over to the Cambodian people.

Two hours after the chaos, when no one was sure what was going on, the Cambodian police released a video of the chaos.

The video was normal at the beginning, and the two parties confronting each other and their demands were clearly seen in the video.

But soon, when those people in camouflage uniforms appeared, people who saw the video had a strange look in their eyes.

These people who appeared were obviously professionally trained, and they were trained by the military.

When conflicting, these people can be obvious, forming a formation with the people around the surrounding camouflage, and even from the detailed video, these people's offensive methods are more elite than those who take the shield. Essence

this……

this……

This is obviously the elite of Vietnam!

Excessive!

Cambodians who speak Yueyu conflict with Cambodians who support the construction of the canal.

In the final analysis, even if you do n’t want to face it, it is a matter of Cambodia.

It has nothing to do with Vietnamese.

But if there is a Vietnamese army at the scene of the conflict, this problem will be big!

The video continued to go back, the armored team made a shining on the scene, and the scene was shining shiny, and then the twenty people were caught.

pistol……

Grenade ...

When these two things appeared, the camera was specially given close -up.

Under the bright sunshine, the old pistol and the dull grenade of the paint are also so glorious and eye -catching.

People can't move their eyes.

Vietnamese Ninth Military Region Headquarters.

Seeing the scene in the video, Ruan Wenhai, commander of the military region, only felt that his heart was painful, and his heart was painful for a while.

He couldn't care about getting angry, his right hand, grabbing his heart, and breathing deeply.

The guard next to him saw him like this, and quickly found the quick -acting savior pill from the drawer, quickly stuffed it, and quickly poured a glass of warm water, so that Ruan Wenhai could take the medicine.

In the mouth, Ruan Wenhai began to regulate his breathing with a large mouth. More than 30 seconds passed. The quick -acting savior pill began to work, and finally suppressed his heartache.

It took a few more minutes to wait until the pain of the heart completely disappeared. Then Ruan Wenhai sat back in front of the computer, raised his hand and pointed at the video on the computer screen, tried to press the anger of his heart, and said to the guard officer beside him:

"Contact the Ministry of National Defense and ask them clearly, what ordered what did they force Hu Jian's stupidity."

"Then help me contact Li Wu and ask if this guy knows what inside."

"In the end, you asked Ruan Gang to lead the team in person to grab the bastard of Hu Qian ..."

"Forget it! Don't catch him, the command is invalid ..." Ruan Wenhai waved his hand gently, lifted his order, and wanted to change a new command, but he wanted to think about what to say.

The raised hand was very helpless at this moment, and the saliva born in the mouth was swallowed. He gritted his teeth and said to the guard officer:

"Help me contact the Ministry of National Defense, I asked them myself."

"Then you call Hu Jian to let him do it."

The guards turned around, walked towards the phone next to him, reached out the number of the Ministry of Defense, and waited until the person on the other side of the phone was successful, and then he sent the phone to Ruan Wenhai.

When Ruan Wenhai answered the phone, he turned around and walked out of this office, walked into the room next door, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed Hu Cha.

Zhu Du City.

Hu Jian was circling in the barracks office, and when he turned around, he turned his eyes to the phone on the table.

But the phone did not sound, and he could only continue to circulate.

Circle around, circle circles.

When I didn't know how many laps, the phone on the table rang. He flew to the phone and didn't pay attention to the number displayed on the phone screen. Grab the microphone and asked cheerfully at the end of the phone:

"Has the conflict? I will press the army after the conflict!"

As soon as his words fell, a scold came from the phone:

"You put on the army? Your army has been arrested, and it is also sent by others to send it to the world. Then you want to press the army?"

"What are you doing?"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Surname Hu, are you stupid?"

The sudden scolding made Hu Jian, like the second monk, couldn't touch his head.

He took the phone and turned his head blankly to look out the window.

He didn't quite understand what he meant.

Because it is a special action, it is necessary to ensure the success rate. Therefore, Hu Jianqian chooses to choose more than 300 people from his men, and more than 20 people from these 300 people.

Twenty people selected by thousands of people were used as pioneers and went to the scene to stir the muddy water.

The remaining 300 people will become a sharp knife in his hands. When the scene is chaotic, like the gods of heaven, control the scene and get the opportunity to get the opportunity.

It is now more than 4 pm. It is when the sun is poisonous. On the open space of the barracks outside the window, those soldiers who are ready to be ready are hiding in a cool place in the open space and fanning the wind with a hat in their hands.

this……

My army is here, who was arrested?

Staring at those soldiers for a long time, Hu Xun died back, sent the microphone to his mouth, and asked:

"Except for more than 20 people who sent the disruption, my army is here."

"It's not about me!"

As soon as this remark came out, the people on the phone stayed for a while, and then the cursing of the ear was added:

"*****"

"More than twenty people are also arrested, just wait for you!"

On the other side, Ruan Wenhai also responded to the Ministry of Defense's call.

The Ministry of National Defense sent a few words.

"It's not me!"

Hearing this response, Ruan Wen Haiqi was jumped on the three corpses, and he scolded with a call, but when he scolded, he found that the phone had been hung up.

His output is 0!

At this moment, he felt his heart begin to hurt again.

He pressed the index finger of his right hand on the position of his heart for a long time, and then suppressed the pain in his heart.

He waved his hand to turn away the guards who were approaching, and began to give new orders:

"You go find a photo of a calm lake and put it on the official website of the Ninth Military Region, and then, the accompanying text is none of my business!"

"Send this message, and then you personally lead a team to Zhu Du City, and you must find out what the bastard Hu Jian did!"

The guard nodded lightly, turned around and walked out of the office to busy himself with the two new orders.

As soon as the office door was closed, Nguyen Van Hai kicked the table next to him, and then grabbed a chair and output madly to the table.

He was very strong, and the chair was completely smashed in his hand in just a few strokes.

Holding the rotten chair, he turned around and smashed the remaining chairs against the window.

"These pigs!"

At the same time, Hanoi.

A group of people from the Vietnamese Ministry of Defense and the General Staff gathered together, staring at each other.

No one was willing to speak.

As time passed, it was already night. An officer in the corner stood up suddenly and said loudly:

"We just don't admit it!"

"As long as we refuse to admit it and don't admit that those people are ours, it has nothing to do with us."

"Finally, tell the people in charge of internal affairs to pretend to be dead and don't say anything."

"This matter is over! There is really no need to waste time here."

"Based on the current situation, the contradictions of the financial crisis cannot be diverted at all. We are soldiers. The financial crisis has nothing to do with us and it is none of our business!"

After the officer finished speaking, he sat back down.

His voice gave a reminder to the people on the scene. Just when one of the older officers was about to speak, someone knocked on the door of the conference room.

A young officer rushed into the room with a document in his arms, stood beside the man with the name of the Chief of General Staff in front of him, handed over the document in his hand, and explained in a low voice.

Ten seconds later, the man slammed the table and said loudly:

"The Ninth Military Region issued a notice saying that it is none of their business. The Ninth Military Region is Vietnam's military region, so it is none of our business."

"Go and issue a notice!"

"Then, ask Cambodia why they want to copy the uniforms of our active troops and ask them if they are going to cause trouble."

"Also, ask them who those people holding shields are in Cambodia and what qualifications they have to stop Cambodians from pursuing their future."

The young officer got the order and turned around and left.

After he left, the people in the conference room did not continue to talk, but sat in their respective seats and waited quietly.

About an hour later, the young officer reappeared with the document in his hand and put the new document on the table.

With just one glance, the Chief of General Staff, who had just issued the order, began to curse again:

"These bastards!"

The people next to him heard the curse and quickly turned their heads to look at the file.

The top file was a video screenshot.

A man in Cambodian clothes stood in front of the camera and said righteously:

"Those people holding shields are not from Cambodia, and we don't know where they came from. Maybe they just can't stand some bastards!"