Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1321 Batman Only Exists in Comic Books

"If you still consider me a friend, put down the gun."

Qin Feng didn't even need to turn around to know who the man pointing a gun at his head was.

Dodge's eyes were filled with rage: "Why did you betray me? Why?"

Qin Feng: "First, I did not betray you, let alone your organization; second, if I didn't consider you a friend, you would have been dead when you were lying in the camouflage position."

Dodge knew he was capable of it, but he still pointed the gun forward: "How can you prove it?"

Qin Feng slowly turned around, looked at Dodge's face, which was twisted with anger, and said calmly, "I have learned some information about your situation through my channels."

“I sympathize with your comrade who sacrificed his life, and I understand how you feel.”

"But we really didn't do this. Also, I want to say that there's something wrong with your model, so it was bound to happen sooner or later."

Dodge's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and the gun in his hand was snatched away.

Immediately afterwards, his feet left the ground, and he fell to the ground, spinning around, where he was held down tightly.

With Fang Qin and Xu Wu, two super henchmen, Qin Feng didn't even need to lift a finger. It's really great to be a leader.

Qin Feng squatted on the ground and looked at him earnestly, saying, "Your Model Taxi Company operates in a too high-profile manner, and no one can back you up. I know you have friends in the police and prosecutors as your backers, but their influence is simply not enough."

"Kimchi is a place where chaebols have absolute power, and the relationships between these chaebols and various powerful figures are intricate and complex, plus they have the American daddy over them."

"In fact, I discovered your fatal flaw when I first met you; but I knew you were a group of idealistic young people who wanted to open a window for ordinary people living in darkness, so I was too embarrassed to speak up."

"Your misfortune was not accidental, but inevitable. Batman only exists in Gotham, and Gotham only exists in comic books."

Qin Feng completely and utterly ripped apart the fragile dignity of the South Korean civilian organization.

For many years, Qin Feng had been thinking about one thing: why the farm had been able to exist for so long without being noticed by anyone.

The fundamental reason is that they rely on the state behind them, and their style of doing things and their mission procedures are extremely secretive and low-key.

Most of the enemies who had direct contact with Qin Feng and his group, or who had actually seen them wearing masks, were dead.

Furthermore, no system can access the farm's information.

The members are highly random, and the nature of the tasks is also like a random group, making it impossible to infiltrate even if you want to.

The land area of ​​China is only about the size of one or two provinces combined.

In such a limited territory, without a strong backing, without a meticulous and sophisticated structure, how did they still manage to build a base?

The most incomprehensible thing is that it is neither promoted nor banned.

Even if the local military and police are incompetent, the Americans stationed at the military base would not tolerate such a group of people jumping around in their territory.

Dodge stopped struggling, but he simply couldn't accept this reality.

Rather than looking for problems within oneself, it is more acceptable to suspect that one has been framed by a stranger.

Qin Feng knew what he was thinking, so he gave him a brief suggestion: "I think you can look among the people around you; the answer may very well be right in front of you."

"Release him, and here's your gun back. If you want to shoot me, then go ahead."

“But I can guarantee that even at close range, you won’t be able to take me down, and you’ll also attract the patrols on both sides.”

As Dodge watched Qin Feng put the gun back in his hand, his expression became more complicated than ever before.

He eventually put the gun away. He didn't know why, but he just felt that Qin Feng wasn't that kind of person.

Because if the other side wanted to take action, there were a hundred ways to kill him and his companions in Japan, but they didn't.

Instead, she took him along to blow up a public toilet, and together they "made a name for themselves" in places unseen by the world.

Dodge took a deep breath: "I will definitely find out the truth about this. If you really did it, even if you go back, I will chase after you and tear you to pieces."

Xu Wu kindly reminded him: "Don't be so confident. Our security and defense system is more sophisticated than you can imagine."

Fang Qin: "If you're here for tourism, you're welcome. We'll take you sightseeing, let you eat all kinds of delicious food, and even take you to climb Tianmen Mountain in Zhangjiajie, the spiritual holy land of Koreans. But if you're here to cause trouble, you might get shot as soon as you land."

What the two said was also what Qin Feng wanted to say.

Peace and dignity were won by our ancestors who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives.

The purpose is to prevent our people from becoming like those in Japan and Korea—neither human nor ghost, completely at the mercy of others.

Although both regions are top performers in terms of Asian economic prosperity, with GDP and per capita income significantly higher than those of Tokyo University.

But you have to know that if you want to sell pigs for a good price, you have to fatten them up.

When to kill them depends entirely on the zookeeper's mood.

If even national dignity and the safety of the people cannot be guaranteed, then even the highest GDP is nothing but a false prosperity, a castle in the air.

"gone."

Qin Feng turned around and waved goodbye.

Xu Wu and Fang Qin also left together, preparing to go to the other side.

Dodge mustered his courage and called out to the man, "Wait, there's one more thing."

Qin Feng stopped: "What?"

"be careful."

"What are you careful about?"

"The other side isn't a monolithic entity; there are spies infiltrated by the Koreans. We must keep a trump card up our sleeves, unlike us!"

"Okay, thanks!"

Qin Feng and his two companions walked further and further away, despite the several barbed wire fences along the way.

However, Qin Feng and his group were very well prepared. They used small hydraulic shears to dismantle the nets, making the whole process extremely smooth.

Finally, as dawn broke, they reached the northern Sun Territory, truly escaping America's sphere of influence.

"To be fair, Dodge may seem a bit simple-minded, but he's actually a good kid."

"He served in the special forces and is quite skilled; he's more than capable of dealing with ordinary vagrants."

"It's a pity that in this place called kimchi, the light of justice can't shine for long before it's covered by the black fog. What a shame."

"By the way, which way do we go later? Will someone come to meet us, or will we hike through?"

Qin Feng pulled a satellite phone out of his pocket: "Someone is coming to contact us."

Fang Qin: "Was it arranged by the farm?"

Qin Feng hummed in agreement, made a phone call, and roughly described his location.

About twenty minutes later, an old jeep appeared on the undulating ridges of the fields in the distance.

From a distance, you could see several North Korean soldiers sitting inside, with a lieutenant colonel wearing a peaked cap in the passenger seat.

His face bore the stereotypical seriousness and unsmiling expression of the locals...