Four Chinese paintings of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums are hung on the wall, and they are lined up in one line. Although they are not written by everyone, they have definitely high artistic value.

In front of a row of antique mahogany chairs, there is a huge sea of ​​tea. The burning tea cigarettes are smoky, giving people a feeling of peace of mind and body. However, Mr. Marriott seems even more mysterious.

He was about forties and was wearing a Suzhou embroidered double-breasted sweatshirt that was as thin as a cicada wing. He was thin and his short and soft hair showed his shiny scalp. But if he looked at the short hair carefully, it should have been a professional barber who spent a lot of effort to deal with it one by one.

Feeling the mysterious and Zen aura of his body, Sun Yuanzheng, who was covered in iron blood, actually walked into the wide door with a smile. He saluted a military salute from afar and said politely: "Mr. Wan, I am a little Sun from China, Sun Yuanzheng..."

"Xiao Sun, my friend in China told me about you. I'll think about it. I told you three things last month, and then..." Mr. Marriott looked at him with a smile, lowered his head and thought about it, but he didn't seem to remember it again. He slowly took out his cell phone from his pocket, flipped it around casually, and then said a little sorry: "It's from the department. I think about it this time, there is indeed such a text message."

In theory, Sun Yuanzheng's current level is already very high, especially the commander of a great power to fight. If he had his temper before, he might have left directly, but now he is holding on to it so much that he can't help but wonder.

In fact, even when someone introduced him to this person in the country, he said it was vague, saying that he had served in the motherland and then served in the country in a curve, but his legal identity was already a local powerful person, but his energy was absolutely unfathomable.

But these were introduced by others after all. Now when I saw him, Sun Yuanzheng observed them secretly, but he was definitely very modest and pious.

He picked up his cell phone, called Long Wei outside, and said softly: "There is a gift box in the car, which is the handmade box, and I'll send it in."

Long Wei stood beside the car, opened the car door and searched for a while, and then saw an extremely exquisite gift box. He couldn't help but frowned and thought to himself: "Isn't this the boss's treasure? I saw him take it out twice, and he just took it up and took it up. Why do you want to give it to someone?"

The preciousness of this gift is not the preciousness of its own value. It was said that it was given by a large enterprise in the Northeast. They watched the special news of the riot team on TV and were deeply moved by the deeds of this group of peace guards who practiced martial arts and brought glory to the country. They used high-quality fabrics and made a batch of Chinese clothes by good technicians.

This set of clothes is most suitable for wearing on major occasions to show the good qualities and cultural connotations of Chinese military and police personnel. The hat is wide-edged, and the powerful Siberian tiger is embroidered on the shoulders of the T-shirt. The embroidery is lifelike and very realistic. It is deeply loved by Sun Yuanzheng. When Long Wei touched the box, he muttered to the clamped phone:

"Captain, why are you doing this with this thing? I'll give it to someone when I see you? Let me tell you, don't say I didn't remind you, I regret it when I'm sorry, and I have no place to take the medicine for regret. Isn't my dignified riot team a gift for external affairs...?"

He told the truth, and the previous article also explained that the Chinese riot prevention team strictly controlled the items they carried when they went to war, but when they were in foreign affairs, they still prepared a large number of four treasures of study and tea embroidery and other gifts for use in important foreign affairs occasions.

Long Wei said that if he asked him to give gifts, he would give him a very good face.

He didn't want to waste time here. He just came out of the team and wanted to discuss with Sun Yuanzheng how to deal with Jones. But Sun Yuanzheng wanted to come here and he reluctantly agreed, but at the beginning he thought he was here to meet this Marriott. Everyone is Chinese. I asked him if there was any good way to refer to it. Even if he could beat him to death, he didn't expect that Old Sun would give such a valuable thing to others.

He knew very well about Sun Yuanzheng. No matter what the situation was, Sun Yuanzheng had a set of thinking, that is, no matter whether you promote me or not, it would be absolutely impossible to let me play a wrong way of giving gifts.

After so many years with Sun Yuanzheng, Sun Yuanzheng not only did not give gifts, but also did not accept gifts. If there were exceptions, it was that a veteran who had retired in the past seven years and returned home jointly embroidered a plaque for him, saying "Love soldiers like sons", which was always treasured by him as a treasure.

So, Sun Yuanzheng said he would send the gift in. He had a lot of ideas. One of them was whether this Marriott pretended to be a slut and made things difficult for Sun Yuanzheng. So, he was standing at the door of the car, hung up the phone, and looked at the distance in anger.

He had thought about it. If Sun Yuanzheng came out to ask him and argued with him carefully, he would not let him give gifts in a humble way. One was to be shameless. If someone like this was profit-oriented, it would be a bottomless pit, and it would definitely be endless.

At this moment, Long Wei's cell phone jingled.

The phone call was from Li Jun. He was standing in front of a row of houses in the northwest corner of the camp, looking up at the fire... The scorching sunlight was burnt, and sweat flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even wipe it. He said anxiously: "A Long, where is the captain? Where is the captain?"

Captain Li Jun is a person who is known for being knowledgeable and does not accept anyone at work, especially those who do not accept Long Wei. They have never been able to talk about it. When they encounter big jobs, they must have been facing each other. They are bullied. Now, listening to Long Wei's voice, they are actually anxious and even have a sense of asking for help.

Even though Long Wei had ideas and opinions about him, he heard this voice and immediately guessed that something was going to happen in the team, so he gave up the idea of ​​making things difficult for him and asked quietly: "Big Beard, what's the matter?"

Li Jun continued to sweat, biting his lips heavily, and was about to bite the blood marks, and hesitating, "Someone sent a body and something happened."

It turned out that he was participating in the discussion in the team just now, and military doctor Qu Lei went to find him, saying that someone sent an international organization employee at the door of the temporary clinic, saying that he had died of malaria, and hoped that the team could help deal with it.

The body is a man named Ali, an adult local black man. He just returned from the Rio fever area, the largest slum in Monroe. That area is a well-known area for AIDS. Other diseases are also famous for their disease. Many people drive by there and will immediately roll up the car window to scrape in if there is any germs left.

When Qu Lei was in China, he was a doctor in a public security hospital. Although he had both internal and surgical departments and on-site first aid, how could he do it when facing such an infectious disease? How to deal with it? It was so numb at that time, let alone how to deal with it.

"Captain Li, according to the doctor's rules I have mastered, we are not responsible for this. We have written clearly in Chinese and English. I am responsible for treating the living, and the dead will definitely not belong to me. Think about it, the doctor does not care about this, if it is said that the person was assassinated..."

Qu Lei's face, which was like a big girl, was originally fair, but now he suddenly became red with anger and spoke much faster. He originally wanted to say that he also had a forensic function, but once he said it, there would be a lot of trouble in the future, so he held it back.

Regarding health and patients, Li Jun, like most people, always thought that it is better to have less than more things. Now, when he heard that Qu Lei, a professional, was so persistent, he immediately said to Alibaba’s two companions with a cold face:

"Two, you guys, have you heard it, have you seen it, right? I am a peacekeeping infirmary, I have the obligation to rescue everyone, but you friend..."

He looked at the corpse lying on the wooden board on the ground with apologies. The corpse was slightly decayed, and the high temperature of more than 40 degrees was emitting an unpleasant smell. Not to mention that countless flies and mosquitoes were flying around. The density and frequency of sex on the fat man's faces couldn't help but add a bit of horror.

The two locals guarded Ali's body and were talking in a chattering manner. They had a strong accent and could hardly hear what they were saying. But judging from their expressions, they should have insisted on helping the team.

A group of people surrounded this place, and the supervisor Charles also received the news and rushed over with a group of staff. After asking about the situation, he pointed his fingers in front of him... and looked at Li Jun and Qu Lei again, and said with regret on his face: "I said to colleagues in China, how can you do this..."

His insistence is exactly the same as the riot team's idea: no matter who dies at your door, you must do your best to help, not to mention that Alibaba is an international employee.

"Ah? This poor dead man is actually a person wearing the un logo. It's actually, Chinese, you are not helping you, you..." Major Lalinhan, who squeezed in from the crowd, said regretfully, looking very sad.

The body has been carried in for more than ten minutes. The people who have no tasks in the yard have basically known about this matter and rushed over to see the fun. Charles and Lalinhan's eyes met in the air several times, and it seemed that they had always had a very long view on this matter. They were condemning Li Jun. Qu Lei handled it inappropriately and had no sympathy at all.

Li Jun stood there and tried his best to keep the person calm, but the sounds in his ears were like huge waves on the beach. Various condemnations and jokes were far beyond his imagination:

“Is this team not sympathetic?”

"Did they learn international laws? Once we fight side by side, we will be close comrades. If we act with them, can I leave my back to them with confidence? This group..."

"Oh, it's a pity. That person actually carried the Red Cross. Does he understand the spirit of international health? I really doubt that they actually put the bodies of their colleagues on the ground. Is there anyone who comes to take care of this matter..."

There were endless condemnations, let alone Li Jun, even Qu Lei just insisted on his point of view. Now Li Jun can hear him clearly and continue to spit.

"What's wrong? I don't have equipment and have never learned this technique. Do you have to force me to get rid of the body? Are you still reasonable?" Under the scorching sun, Qu Lei thought in despair. Judging from his trembling palms, he seemed to be doing something extraordinary soon.
Chapter completed!