There are two kinds of promises in the world, one is to deceive oneself, and the other is to think that you can deceive others.

It's a pity that those who are deceived die, and those who deceive die in their hearts.

At least, he was in that state when I saw the horizon.

"This is what the clouds left behind. "I put the saber that Yunluo used to commit suicide in front of Tianheng. "MADDOG A.T.A.K, a good knife indeed. It's just that this kind of military high-grade tactical assault knife was not produced more than 20 years ago. I said as I looked at the horizon. "After all these years, this dagger is still so sharp and shiny, which shows that its owner cherishes it very much. My eyes fell on Tianheng's face.

Seeing that his facial muscles were a little spasmodic due to too much force, I didn't relent, and continued: "I just don't know, what is this intention in the eyes of some people?"

Hearing this, Mu Ran, who was indifferent on Tianheng's face, finally couldn't hold back, as if he had toppled the first domino, and he was out of control. He threw his head up, his hands over his face, as if he were laughing, but his shoulders shook more and more violently, and finally he lay on the table in front of him and wept.

I looked at the gaffe man in front of me, and my heart was mixed. It seems that from the first time I met him, he always smiled politely and detachedly at others, whether they were relatives or strangers. He is accustomed to using a smile as a disguise, as if all the people and things in the world are just chess pieces on the chess game he has set up, just used and not cared about at all.

However, as long as a person is still a person, no matter how scheming and strategic, and walking in the world, how can he be free from obstacles in his heart?

Only possible, he had a problem in his heart, but he never knew it. When I look back and see everything clearly, that person, that thought, is no longer there.

I once heard someone say that the most cruel way to treat a person is to say goodbye without saying goodbye. Between the clouds and the sky, there are three times without saying goodbye. The first two separations were not real separations, only the last time, they would never see each other again.

"How much do you already know?" After a long time, a hoarse voice came.

"Then you have to listen to the story you know and how much it is the same as the story I know. ”

I think the biggest news in Qinghe City tomorrow will be the wedding of the young owner of the largest pharmaceutical company in country C. It's just that these noises belong to the night sky, and they have nothing to do with the sky. At this moment, in this world, there is only one person named Tianheng, who is sitting opposite me, reminiscing, a story.

One, the story I saw from Yunluo's memory.

This story also starts when Yunluo was four years old.

In today's world, almost every country wants to give some resistance to its competitors to a greater or lesser extent. Of course, this is also understandable, after all, the world is only so big, there are only so many resources, and the realm and character of all countries, from the ruling class to the ordinary people, have not yet cultivated to the level of Kong Rong. So the problem is, since you can't be the biggest and strongest at the same time, everyone must hope that they are the victor who stands on the top of the mountain.

But come to think of it, this strength still needs to be grasped. Insufficient force has no effect, and too much force is easy to become the target of public criticism. If you want to control the intensity well, the eyeliner of probing news and intelligence is indispensable.

Therefore, the selection of eyeliner scouts has become an art.

For example, if you put a person from country M directly in country C, any person from country C can see the problem from their appearance. In the course of the constant contest between the two countries, the rulers of country M have come to realize a truth: The highest level of cultivating eyeliner should be to train the people of the country they are monitoring to be their own eyes and ears, so as to have the effect of confusing the other side and making the secret work of the spies more hidden.

And how do you raise a loyal agent? The answer is, starting with a baby.

As a result, the four-year-old orphan of country C was selected and "adopted" by the intelligence organization of country M. It's just that the clouds fell at that time, and they were not called clouds.

The name Yunluo was given to him by the intelligence organization of country M. It is not so much a name as a code name, a code name that facilitates activities in country C.

And Yunluo is not the first country C orphan included in the organization. Tianheng, Changyunluo is five years old, and has been in the organization for six years. Speaking of which, this big brother-like character was only a nine-year-old child at the time, but he was the only pillar of Yunluo when he was most helpless.

It was he who taught Yunluo the most basic rules of survival in the organization, and taught him the techniques and methods needed to survive in the cruel and primitive training and selection. There are only two ways to leave bootcamp in the organization: become a qualified agent, or die. As a student, if you can't pass the assessment and become a dead person, the best way to keep the organization's secrets is to keep it secret.

"The sky is not here today, I think where can you hide as a little bastard from country C?" A group of eight or nine-year-old children ran to chase Yunluo. Yunluo ran desperately in front of him to hide, but the training ground was only so big, and after a few laps, he was pressed to the ground by several older children.

"Run, why don't you run, aren't you quite good at running?" the child at the head was holding a pitch-black pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the black hole was cold, pointing at the four-year-old child. "Lao Tzu has only recently learned how to use a gun, what's the point of shooting targets every day? It's fun to practice with a living creature!"

Training camps for intelligence organizations have never been a place to raise children. It's more like a monster with a bloody mouth, chewing up and swallowing the innocence, goodness, and justice of everyone who steps into this place. Yunluo was pressed to the ground, still struggling desperately, trying to break free his emaciated arms and legs from the hands and feet of these big children. The stones and gravel on the ground were rough, and the child's arms and legs were dragged out of blood marks because of the violent struggle, and sweat flowed through, which must have been painful to the heart. It's just that this child is extremely stubborn, although he is pressed to the ground, a pair of eyes are still staring at the big child, not half a tear has not fallen, half a word of begging for mercy has not been spoken.

The muzzle of the gun slowly aimed at the position of Yunluo's dorsal thoracic vertebrae. It was obvious that Yunluo's body was trembling a little, but it seemed to be trying his best to hold back his fear. Those big eyes were still staring straight at the big kid. If this shot hits, Yunluo will not be dead or disabled.

It's just that since the word "if" is used, the ending must be missed.

A gunshot preceded the big kid pulling the trigger. The eldest child fell to the ground in response, clutching his right hand with his gun, screaming incessantly. A bullet hit him right in the wrist.

"Who's being presumptuous here? Someone who bullied me, huh?"

It's Tianheng back.

When these big children who were falling according to the clouds saw this scene, they all let go of the clouds and fled in all directions. The sky lifted the clouds and swept the sand off his body with his hands. Yunluo, who was as fierce and stubborn as a wolf cub just now, hugged Tianheng at this time, threw himself into his arms, and cried. It was as if he was only a four-year-old child at this time, as if only in front of Yunluo could he shed his disguise and show all his joys, sorrows, and sorrows to a person.

The wrist bone was shattered by the bullet, and even if the wound could be healed, the hand would no longer be able to hold the gun steady. In this way, that kid is basically a waste. This is undoubtedly the biggest blow to the trainees in the organization. If you don't train properly, you'll be forgotten until you die.

"Yunluo, don't cry, good. Tianheng gently patted him. Yunluo still grabbed Tianheng's clothes stubbornly, as if Tianheng would disappear as soon as he let go. "Okay, it's okay. Don't be afraid, the clouds fall. As he spoke, Tianheng unloaded an American-style saber from his waist: "This is my new acquisition after this mission, MADDOG A.T.A.K., it's a good knife." With that, he stuffed it into Yunluo's hand, and hugged Yunluo tightly into his arms, whispering in his ear, "If I am not here in the future, let it protect you on my behalf." ”

According to the rules of the organization, if it is not a task reward, the trainee is a weapon. At that time, Tianheng had only had two missions, the first mission was exchanged for a pistol that injured the wrist of the person who bullied Yunluo, and the second mission was this mission, in exchange for this tactical assault knife. The more weapons in his hand, the greater the chance of survival, and at that time, Tianheng did not hesitate to give half of the hope of life to Yunluo.

And as soon as Yunluo got this sharp blade, he did something surprising.