"A Long, what should I do if the household registration management of people in this place?" Standing in front of the map on the wall of the temporary team, Sun Yuanzheng asked Long Wei in a test.

Long Wei leaned casually on the back of the chair next to him, not serious at all on the surface, but when Sun Yuanzheng's eyes swept across his face, he seemed not disgusted with his casual appearance when there were few people, and he also liked it a little.

"Captain, if you don't say that this place is the most chaotic place in the world, how can you manage household registration? You have already conducted research and have counted it before.

There are more than three million people on the record. After more than ten years of civil war, the water and electricity facilities were seriously damaged, and many things could not be done without electricity, including demographic statistics. As far as I know, not only are the locals inaccurate statistics, but even the Pan-Coast Agreement was unsuccessful..."

Long Wei was inevitably deeply worried when introducing the public security management here, especially the population management situation.

"Yes, the starting point of the agreement was to engage in economic integration, and personnel from various countries could freely enter and exit friendly and neighboring countries, but this would be even more troublesome. The hidden dangers of border management were too great." Sun Yuanzheng said to the north.

When his eyes were withdrawn, he looked at the Deco sign on the map and fell into deep thoughts.

Long Wei found a few pieces of rags from there, went into his pocket, looked at a worn motorcycle hired at the door, greeted Sun Yuanzheng and said, "Captain, I'm going, tell Lao Sha that I've taken a lot of his equipment."

After saying that, he went out, skillfully stepped on an inconspicuous motorcycle, lowered his head and stuffed the saber in his trouser legs into it, put the worn-out backpack, wrapped the rag around his face, and drove away from one of the side doors of the transfer camp.

In the evening, a motorcycle arrived quietly on a simple port on the northern border of Liberisen. The car had just been put on steady. A man stood on the ground with a telescope and looked cautiously towards the distance.

"Captain, believe it or not, if you stand here now, I will hug you and kiss you... I will kiss you for a long time, this damn maverick elephant, and Jones, are you old and don't understand military tactics? This is not..." Long Wei's hand holding the telescope trembled gently, and dense sweat oozed out of his tense face.

This is him standing alone on the roadside with wormwood everywhere. The rough wild grass on the roadside was growing wildly. A group of giraffes were looking at this place vigilantly on the jungle in the distance. There seemed to be a golden leopard hidden in the distance, which could attack these vulnerable animals at any time.

A few kilometers behind him was Deco State. The so-called state has neither the old-fashioned walls of the Eastern countries nor the ancient castles of the Western countries, and it looks flat.

This is what Long Wei and Sun Yuanzheng are most worried about: whether it is a rebel or a terrorist organization, if you come from the border and drive straight in, you can take your nest without knowing it for more than an hour. Even if you are well-trained and well-prepared, you will have lost once you have a large-scale firefight.

"According to the information, there is the Karta refugee camp ahead. It is said that the place is very messy. Should I go..." Long Wei looked at the sunset, and the wilderness jungle was covered with a golden color, and his eyes turned to the west again.

The Karta refugee camp was built on the basis of the city of Karta and was initiated by the international community. That should have happened more than ten years ago. On the chassis of the country of Cote, it is said that it is no longer a simple refugee camp. Many people with mammoth often regard it as a foothold, and come in and out. Many of the actions they do have the shadow of Karta.

"I can't win a battle in the camp. I have to fight a war with the right time, place and people. I can't even master the terrain. Isn't it nonsense? Let's go..." Thinking of this, Long Wei couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Sun Yuanzheng'an sat in the dormitory, as if he had long been accustomed to the smell of male hormones in the room, the sour smell of combat boots, the moldy smell of clothes in the scorching sun, and the buzzing noise of the old air conditioner.

Captain Li Jun was squatting beside him, patiently talking about the things in the team, probably how to do the work in the future and how to get along with his peers. Of course, there are many examples to say such words. For example, when he talked about attacking militants at the border inspection station, he didn't have so many polite words at all. As soon as evidence was revealed there, Li Jun got started directly here.

Many other police arrested suspects and several people went up to suppress them. Li Jun's tall and long legs jumped up and kicked them. The other party fell to the ground. At the same time, he stepped on the bandit's neck with one foot.

That place is like the seven inches of a poisonous snake, controlling this vital point and wanting to resist dyingly? No way!

"Well, it's me, say..." The Huawei phone in his hand rang. Sun Yuanzheng picked it up and looked at it. A hint of worry flashed in his eyes. He immediately became calm again and said softly.

Just now, if he had ten of his energy, then nine points were thinking about how Long Wei was doing now, what was going on, and whether he had listened to Li Jun's active reporting work, because he was also secretly listening to what happened to Zhu Shuai outside.

He listened carefully to Long Wei's detailed passage. Although he seemed to have expected it, he still secretly ate. A terrible assumption flashed clearly in his mind: hundreds of fully armed terrorists took advantage of the wind, the moon and the moon, and were sitting in cars of all sizes, like a group of greedy wolves, launching a fierce attack on the Chinese riot camp in the dark night.

Half of the places that might have been designated as camp were football fields used by local students, but have long been abandoned. The other half is the school campus. Now there are weeds everywhere, and a dilapidated bell hangs high on the dead tree trunk.

"Oh...is there any more? How are you?" Sun Yuanzheng knew that Li Jun was in front of him and was inconvenient to say too much, so he asked him vaguely.

Long Wei squinted his eyes and looked at the majestic jungle in the distance. He was a little unhappy when asked in his low voice. According to his expectations, the captain had to tell him loudly on his phone, and now he retreated safely. I started to act.

He absolutely could not have thought that Sun Yuanzheng was inconvenient to speak now, and he immediately said angrily: "Captain, I'll go back later. I'll go to Karta to take a look later."

When Sun Yuanzheng heard him, he didn't seem to fully understand what it meant. He was going to check near Carta, or to investigate the surrounding high places, or to meet people coming out of there to ask about the situation, but he didn't guess what he was going to do at once.

But when Long Wei turned his head and looked at the towering buildings a few miles away, he gently pulled his fingers on the tip of his nose and said with disdain:

"We have to go in and take a look. I am the Greater China, and my Suihe City Special Police encountered such a place and didn't have the habit of hiding..." After saying that, he looked around and confirmed that no one had heard him speak, and he coughed twice and corrected:

"Things can be done, but words cannot be said to be done. I am now the squadron leader, so I cannot do it by my own temperament, but..."

As he said that, he got into the car and started the engine in the afterglow of the sunset. He looked at the small five-star red flag inserted in front of the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the Carta refugee camp.

More than ten minutes later, he had waded through countless mud pits and appeared in front of a dilapidated city. He stood under a mango tree and looked back at his mount. The bike was covered with thick dust and could not see any color. I guess even if someone went up and used his hands to do it, he would not be able to find out his true colors in three or five minutes.

On the middle of the two shabby shops in front, in the middle of some rings of sandbags, several men in black stood with guns, wearing maverick elephant signs of different shapes on their sleeves. Long Wei looked closely and found that the marks were made of metal. Maverick elephants were huge, majestic and cute in life, but at this time they were made wild and frightened, especially those pairs of fierce and evil eyes, which seemed to be able to kill people at any time.

"Yes, now I'm playing high-tech..." Long Wei first heard a sound of the engine, and then saw the shop next to the group of evil soldiers, with two dilapidated cameras pressing on the eaves of the shop.

As the times have developed, bandits have also used cameras. It seems that their functions cannot be made in two ways: playback the inspection scene and re-determine the suspicious person; supervise these casual guys, so as not to take drugs at the sentry and pick up girls...

To put it this way, they seemed to be saying that a group of dung beetles began to talk about hygiene. These notorious guys, one day, life is not linked to killing, robbery, and strength.

The small bandit Jon was jumping desperately under a dilapidated wooden house, jumping up to get his carbine in the room.

The carbine gun straps were rusty and the caliper looked yellow. There were eight out of 10 kinds of guns. Ninety-one of these antique-level things made by diggers on various battlefields around the world, but the gun body was black and twisted, so the lethality should be good.

"Damn old guy, damn, you bully me..." Jon would curse every time he jumped a few times, then looked back and found that the bullying veterans did not pay attention to him, and their language would become more relieved.

He was originally a small boss selling bread on the street. He was arrested as a bandit a few days ago. He was bullied because he was timid and did not dare to look at the captain's eyes and pull out his intestines. After the little boss Michael killed the captains for him, he pulled his neck and scolded him. When he was scared, he found that the new guy was so scared that his eyelids kept blinking, and threw his gun on the house to get him to reach it.

The roof was more than two meters high, and Jon was only less than one meter six. After hearing Michael's words, he must not step on anything. In this way, he became what he is now: he swallowed his anger and kept jumping like a funny clown.

When he heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, he instinctively complained: "Damn it, damn it, these vicious bastards..." Perhaps because he was extremely tired and sweating just now, there was some problem with his hearing. The words he said were not loud, but he didn't expect that the people behind him could hear them clearly.
Chapter completed!