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The 429-meter-17 helicopter flew flexibly among the vast mountains in northwest Myanmar. The pilot's superb driving skills allowed the helicopter to sweep across the treetops of dense forests, pass through the various mountainsides and valleys, and quickly crossed the dangerous mountain gap at the northern end of the India-Myanmar border, and successfully entered the Indian border.\\

The tense hearts of the seven special elites of the Delta troops on the plane finally completely relaxed, and they cheered wildly. Then they closed their mouths habitually and enjoyed the scenery outside the cabin. Everyone seemed so calm and calm, as relaxed as if they had completed a routine training. But each of them knew very well that it had been thirty-seven days since they suddenly received the order to secretly rush to the Dangori base in northeast India. During these thirty-seven days, they carried out various arduous targeted training almost every day.

The second rescue of the rebel leader of the Wild Man Mountain failed due to weather reasons, and they were not discouraged, but the second failure of the rescue operation to Izumi Ting in the Wild Man Mountain made them feel uneasy. They watched the helicopters of the East Burma Army escape but could not pursue them. Looking down at the castle occupied by the rapid-moving Myanmar Army special forces could only return in disappointment, and they did not even have a chance to compete. From this helpless failed operation, they finally understood.

The unpredictability of various situations in northern Myanmar is vaguely felt that the reaction speed and combat effectiveness of the special forces of the Eastern Myanmar Army had long exceeded the original estimate. I realized that the command of the General Command was cautious and wise. With such a powerful enemy taking the lead, even with strong air firepower support, I was not sure of a steady chance of winning. Therefore, during the retreat, these seven special forces elites were thinking about a question: Who will win and who will lose in the next contact?

The beautiful operation just completed was enough to make the seven Delta elites extremely proud. No team member had to set foot on land and completed the mission smoothly. The entire operation only required four weapons to fire eight bullets and declared the end, killing six enemy troops, and successfully and safely connecting two excellent intelligence personnel to the helicopter, leaving under the terrifying gaze of tens of thousands of civilians and nearly a thousand troops. The shrill and long alarm sounded like a triumphal song to see them off, why didn't they make them proud and proud?

At this moment, the Major Captain Walsh admired the planner very much. He remembered the name of Klaus. This shrewd planner, as a military officer stationed in Myanmar, seemed to have foreseeed the situation today. Prepare a refreshing and convincing genius plan in advance: the reconnaissance satellite reconnaissance and deciphering the simple enemy-to-me identification program of the Eastern Burma Army Air Force, radio frequency and target personnel, and edit and backup; the day before the operation, the same model of the Mi17 multi-purpose helicopter of the Indian army was urgently borrowed, slightly modified and sprayed with the same paint and number as the Eastern Burma Army helicopter. With the assistance of two low-orbit satellites, the gods flew to the target in a dawn in the east, and under the circumstances that the enemy could not imagine, they used the busy and chaotic command loopholes of the Eastern Burma Army to carry out a lightning-like operation.

This time, the seemingly simple and short-term successful operation has its importance and intrinsic value, which is definitely not under any action. It is a classic work of special operations and also plays a huge role in attacking enemy people and encouraging their military morale. It made the best compensation for several failed actions in the past, and taught a good lesson to the ignorant enemy--let them see what is the real meaning of modern special operations!

The destination of the return journey was in the hidden valley thirty kilometers ahead. The major with a greasy face looked at the beautiful female doctor who was still trembling in Covell's arms. He couldn't help but smile, pointed to the back and yelled at Covell: "There is a military blanket behind you."

Covell nodded gratefully to the major and said thank you for finding the blanket to cover Zhong Mei slowly. Seeing that Zhong Mei was still holding the female shoulder bag tightly, he smiled gently and said, "Mei, don't worry about the pursuit of the Eastern Burmese army, we are safe----Now you can gracefully put your beautiful handbag aside, grab the blanket, and we will arrive at our destination soon.

"No! The virus is too dangerous. Once it is damaged, we will be in trouble." Zhong Mei took several long breaths and gradually returned to calm, but her face was still extremely pale.

Covell smiled: "You are so cute... holding it is like holding your own child."

Zhong Mei sat up gently, opened the bag, and carefully took out a military lunch box: "There are fragile virus specimens. For these specimens, I made careful preparations in advance and secretly collected foam and ice. I don't want the things I exchanged for future and life to become worthless."

Covell and the major beside him looked at the charming but smart and delicate female doctor with admiration. They were full of respect for her actions.

Covell unconsciously hugged Zhong Mei's sexy body tightly. He kissed her gently on her forehead. Then he praised: "Mei. You moved me. You are the best!"

Zhong Mei shook her head gently and smiled. Seeing the major with a greasy face, she also looked at her with appreciation. She quickly thanked her: "Thank you for saving us."

"No need to thank you. Miss Beautiful. Your outstanding performance is enough to impress anyone." Major with a firm look smiled with a rare smile and then raised his head and asked, "Coville, can you tell me about the matter at the prevention and control center just now?"

Covell seemed in a good mood and replied happily: "I have to admit that Corning and the SAR government he led were very amazing. In a very short time, they have successfully controlled the spread of the epidemic. Thousands of infected people are recovering quickly. They have collected special medicines from deep mountains and plants to produce quickly. The treatment effect is satisfactory. I once saw with my own eyes that a patient had been away from the threat of death. He started eating yesterday. Judging from the current development, it is speculated that this disaster in northern Myanmar will be conquered by them."

The major thought about it and revealed to Covell: "Even the poor and backward Myanmar can produce targeted special therapeutic drugs. It seems that this epidemic may not be as terrible as the outside world exposes it. However, there is a situation I think I can tell you: Yesterday evening, the Luo Xingjia tribe of the Myanmar ** army retreated into India in a surprising and crazi manner. The reason is that the five rebels who escaped from the Wild Man Mountain defected to them. In just five days, a large-scale epidemic began to break out in the Luo Xingjia tribe. In the next four days, nearly three thousand people fell down. The festering corpses and the stench of the heaven and earth were everywhere. In the horror, these nearly three

Thousands of people and mobs threw away their weapons and gave up their positions and rushed to India. Three days ago, they received a warning from the Myanmar government that the Indians adhered to their habitual tradition of dragging. Only then did they mobilize two main mountain divisions to cooperate with the border police to start blocking the border. But it was too late. They panicked. The officers and soldiers of the Diluo Xingjia tribe rushed into India like locusts. The Indian army had to shoot and stop them, which caused fierce fighting between the two sides. As of midnight, the number of deaths on both sides of the accidental battle was no less than 5,000. And this number was still increasing. The above speculation that tens of millions of soldiers and civilians in Northeast India might be suffering."

Koville was shocked when he heard this: "God, my land... Didn't the Burmese army continue to increase its troops to encircle and keep warning Luo Xingjia tribe and the Indians? Why did this happen?"

The major shook his head and replied with regret: "To be honest, the Myanmar government and the army are not responsible for this emergencies. After all, they repeatedly summoned the Indian ambassador to Myanmar to submit notes in a few days, and then issued a serious warning. They have also kept their calls to the rebels to explain the harm of virus transmission. These well-intentioned measures have been reported every day on the news programs of Myanmar East Satellite TV and Myanmar State TV. It is obvious to all the world. Our ambassador to India received a satellite phone call from Mr. Ford, who is in the epidemic area, and also urgently met with the Indian Minister of Foreign Affairs. Everyone is urging the Indians to block the retreat of Luo Xingjia's ministry as soon as possible and prevent the virus from breaking through the encirclement... Therefore, if you want to blame, you can only blame the ignorant, ignorant, selfish, crazy rebels, and the inefficient and incompetent Indian government."

The major paused. Seeing Covell open his mouth wide and unable to speak, he smiled slightly and continued, "This is why I sent you a series of orders and tried to avoid leaving the cabin during the entire operation. After returning to the Gori base, we all had to undergo a strict physical examination. We need to stay in the base for at least three to four days and confirm that no one was infected with this virus before we could leave... Our team has been working for more than four hundred days at full capacity. We had already given all the team members a long vacation, but at the last moment, the emergency orders arrived. We could only pack our luggage and fly here from the training base in the Philippines."

Covell pursed his dry lips: "You are amazing. The reputation of the Delta forces comes from solid efforts. I hope that in the short stay, none of you will be fine and can leave this ghost place as soon as possible and go back for a good holiday."

The major asked curiously, "We? Then what about you, Covell?"

"Me and I have undergone several strict blood tests, and have both been injected with very effective vaccines." Covell said this, looking down at Zhong Mei, who was in love with her: "I hope we can quickly develop the best therapeutic drugs and better vaccines based on these valuable information and virus specimens. I am very confident in our cutting-edge technology in the United States and the world-leading research institutions.

The major nodded proudly: "That's right. Our American medical technology is absolutely trustworthy. I believe that similar therapeutic drugs will be developed soon. Then the Indians will be saved... Sit firmly, and the base is below, and our plane will descend."

The Mi17 helicopter slowly landed on the apron of the Danggoli base. American researchers and medical experts who had been waiting around were wearing tight white chemical protective suits and were ready for battle. The helicopter landed steadily and slowly turned off the motor. Dozens of people rushed up and helped all the people on the plane to walk towards the temporary observation and treatment room 50 meters away.

After the crew on board and the pilot left, a fire truck quickly drove up and completely enveloped the helicopter with water mist filled with disinfectant.

Two hours later, Zhong Mei, who had changed into a soft nightgown after taking a shower, was taken to the reception room. Seeing her thick glass, her boyfriend Klinsman staring at her with an excited and concerned smile on his face. Zhong Mei pounced on the glass, and she burst into tears and called out Klinsman's name loudly.

One of Klinsman's big hands faced her palm through the glass, and pointed the other hand at the microphone on the small table beside Zhong Mei, signaling Zhong Mei to pick up the microphone and talk to the phone.

Zhong Mei sat on the chair next to the small table, quickly picked up the microphone like a nerve, and cried in a trembling voice: "Dear, I'm so scared... I feel so lonely here, I need you. Klinsman..."

"Silent, my baby! Quiet..."

Klinsman looked at his restless girlfriend in the glass wall with gentleness: "My, my dear, I am proud of you! I have been waiting for you here for two days, and I am always looking forward to you back to me. I know you are lonely and helpless, and need my care and love. Now it's fine. Everything is fine, and there is no need to separate two places in the future! After the routine three-day observation period, we can leave this depressing ghost place together. Please believe me, Mei, believe me, I have been waiting for you here!"

Zhong Mei nodded frequently: "I believe in you, I believe...I love you. Klinsman, I love you...Don't leave me..."

"Follower! How could I bear to leave you? You are a hero, a hero who is deeply admired and grateful to the American government and the people. You are my beautiful girlfriend and the best lover. How could I leave you..."

Klinsman, with a handsome and handsome blonde hair, felt a lot of comfort. Seeing Zhong Mei slowly calm down, he then gently suggested: "Mei, there is a high-performance computer in your comfortable temporary room and an LCD screen on the wall. During these three days, we can express our feelings through these high-tech equipment. However, you still need to answer some questions about the precious materials and specimens brought to you by our medical experts. Our analysis work is being carried out in a intensive and orderly manner. Everyone needs your help and cooperation. Do you understand?"

Zhong Mei nodded heavily: "I understand! Of course I am very willing to cooperate... Dear, can we chat for a while? I feel scared, deeply guilty and frustrated... I have thousands of words to talk to you."

"Okay, dear, don't be afraid! With me here, no one can hurt you..."

However, the evil of power cannot defeat the weak justice in the end. God has his own fair arrangements.

Americans who thought they were doing their best did not know that although the information they received was real, it was only two small parts of the entire complex research process, which had a certain guiding and inspiring effect on the virus research. However, the virus specimens they obtained were not byed-a at all, but a virus specimen with acute and fatal dysentery that occasionally appeared but would not be popular on a large scale in remote areas of eastern Myanmar. The initial symptoms of the onset were very similar to the byed-a virus, and usually caused edema and severe skin inflammation in the later stage of infection. But except for the Institute of Myanmar Medical Sciences, which has been exposed to this virus, no one or any institution in the world has ever known it, let alone research.

On the fourth day, all the people who were quarantined were confirmed to be safe and sound. As soon as Zhong Mei walked out of the door of the isolation room, she threw herself into her boyfriend's arms, hugged her tightly and kissed her affectionately. After the two separated, they excitedly began to discuss the next romantic journey.

"We stayed in Dubai for two days. I want to take you to the most luxurious and romantic seven-star hotel in the world. Then we flew back to Paris and returned to our warm and free nest. Are you satisfied?" Klinsmann whispered with his slim waist tightly.

"I'm very satisfied! I'll listen to you together." Zhong Mei looked at her handsome boyfriend with a happy face, and reached out to caress his beautiful stubble chin.

Klinsman gently grabbed Zhong Meidi's hand, saw a scab on her index finger, and asked pity: "Baby, what's wrong with your little hand?"

"This was when I rushed out of the base and climbed onto the helicopter desperately, I was accidentally scratched by a handsome guy from the Delta. It was okay, only a little blood was shed, and it quickly scabbed. In the past few days, medical experts have also paid special attention to this small scar, but found no problems... By the way, my dear, these experts are leaving?" Zhong Mei looked at the Boeing transport plane on the apron.

Klinsman smiled and said, "Yes, they are amazing! They quickly figured out the valuable information and specimens you brought. I heard that this is indeed a contagious virus discovered for the first time in the world, but the speed of the virus spread and the harm caused far exceeded the experts' predictions, so we need to send it back to the United States for further research as soon as possible. Don't worry, our excellent experts have found a way to restrain themselves and believe that a large number of drugs and vaccines will be produced soon, and fully prepared for possible global epidemic transmission."

"The United States is the United States! Such huge progress has been made in just three days, which is very admirable and envious!" Zhong Mei sighed with emotion.

Klinsman laughed: "Let's go, my dear, let's say goodbye to the heroes of the Delta over there. They are going to fly to Okinawa and then take a vacation in the picturesque Hawaii and Miami in the United States. They deserve our respect."

"Okay, they saved me..."

The excited Zhong Mei quickly stepped forward with her boyfriend, hugging and kissing goodbye with the special forces elites who once shared life and death, and happy laughter sounded...
Chapter completed!