Special Forces: Dragon Group Mission Codename Long Qi

As the cabin door opened, three, two, one. Figures carrying paratrooper bags jumped out of the hatch. Along with this, there was a voice on the intercom, the country was cursing. He jumped out of the hatch and raised his middle finger in the air, making a gesture of contempt. On the ground, a warm welcome was greeted by bullets fired by AK47. This is a primitive jungle located on the national border. Looking at the brand-name military watch on his wrist, not far away were several corpses of enemy mercenaries with their necks broken. The burly, domineering and fat CEO Long Jiu was speechless for a while looking at the camouflage uniform full of bullet holes on his body. At this time, the little genius Long Shiyi, who was hanging on the tree, was hurriedly cutting the parachute rope with a paratrooper's knife. The communication wireless headset came from the rear command center's apology: "The coordinates are wrong. I just pinched my fingers and figured it out. This time I'm in trouble again." Time is tight and the task is heavy. A month ago, that ray of light broke through the silence of the night, and my hot heart was beating. Pies falling from the sky, or traps falling on the border, in this primitive jungle. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.