Yan's father and Yan's mother glanced at each other.

Father Yan rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand and slapped it on Jiucheng's brain: "You kid, do you still need to talk about this? Of course you go! This country has sent you, can you not go? Not to mention being a war correspondent and a soldier to protect you, if one day our country fights a war, will you be a deserter? The children of the Yan family can't be so cowardly!"

Father Yan's words came out so naturally.

Naturally, Yan Jiucheng felt that he had not thought it through at all, and completely blurted it out.

He looked at his mother.

Yan Mu was thoughtful, and after a few seconds, she said, "The words of the war correspondent...... It's dangerous......"

How can there be a mother who doesn't hurt?

"But if, as you said, you are the most suitable in all respects, and they really can't find anyone, then you have to go. Unexpectedly, the mother, who had always been gentle, said these words very decisively, she took two steps back and forth and continued: "You see, in fact, a lot of work is particularly dangerous, anti-narcotics, undercover police or something, as well as demining experts, special agents, by the way, special agents are also very dangerous, secret interviews with reporters, right? In short, dangerous work must be done by someone, and our children of the Lao Yan family have never been cowardly. Just your grandfather, your grandfather was sent to the army by your ancestor and sent to the battlefield. ”

Yan's mother pointed to her grandfather's posthumous photo, word by word, compared to her father's blurt out, her mother said these words after careful consideration.

"Didn't someone say it, how can there be any quiet years, but someone is carrying the weight for you, in short, you do it well, you can't embarrass the old Yan family, you can do whatever the country wants you to do. Huh?" Father Yan patted Yan Jiucheng on the shoulder: "Okay, it's a little bit more, are you hungry?" ”

After dinner, Yan Jiucheng lay on the bed in his room and looked at the ceiling, and the wall was still pasted with the beautiful girl cartoons he liked when he was in junior high school......

At the very least, the sexual orientation is normal.

This is true, beating Xiao Yanjiu to achieve special masters, this is with his father, and his dreams are also very many, some friends hope to be scientists in the future, some hope to be policemen, and some hope to be teachers.

And Yan Jiucheng's dream is one: to save the world.

Because he is very prominent in the face memory section, although he is not tested in the exam, and his ability to memorize the content of textbooks is mediocre, but there is such a magical ability In the eyes of Xiao Yan Jiucheng, it is a special function.

People with special abilities can save the world.

How can someone like me live an ordinary life? Many people think this way in childhood, so they have all kinds of dreams, and as the years go by, how many people have realized their dreams? Very little.

Time is indeed a pig-killing knife, destroying the face and destroying the dream.

The vast majority of people eventually return to life, and the more they grow up, the more they find themselves ordinary, and when they finally talk about their innocent and firm dreams when they were children, they will smile awkwardly and say: "At that time, I was really two, and I actually had that kind of fantasy." ”

Reality measures the distance from dreams to fantasies.

Yan Jiucheng closed his eyes and touched the edge of the bed, and he felt a bump with great accuracy, and he knew what was carved without opening his eyes.

Small, crookedly engraved four words: Save the world.

The dreams left by my childhood have passed more than ten years in a blink of an eye.

Yan Jiucheng stroked these words so gently and repeatedly.

The weather that was supposed to be light rain turned clear in the evening, and the sunlight spilled into the room and fell on Yan Jiucheng, who was caressing his dreams with his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes, with excitement and uneasiness.

On one side is the paradise where the years are quiet, and on the other side is the purgatory of life and death. It's just that when he was a child, he didn't know that the dream of "saving the world", which seemed to be like a beautiful paradise, was to be completed in the purgatory of life and death.

In fairy tales, Ultraman will always defeat the little monsters, and death will not appear in the heroes who save the world, but this is not the case in reality.

The dream of saving the world is too big, and it takes death to measure the distance from the dream to reality.

It seems to be an impulsive thought, and it seems that the hero complex has been unintentionally stimulated after fermenting in the long years, Yan Jiucheng's hand reached into his pocket and touched the pair of glasses.

Stand up, turn on the computer, click on the D drive, and find the hidden files.

Sure enough, a video lay there quietly.

It's just that Yan Jiucheng won't be surprised at all now, the computer has always been at home, how did others get the files in, this kind of technology is simply not worth mentioning for that mysterious organization.

"The password is 022. Gu Miqing's voice came to his ears.

When I entered the password, my hand was shaking, and after entering, I put my hand on the Enter key and didn't press it for a long time.

Finally someone has discovered your special ability and discovered your unique talent, what are you waiting for! Yan Jiucheng was shouting when he was a child.

Why don't you want to die...... Another voice came out to obstruct it.

The children of the old Yan family have a correct outlook, and they can't be a bad seed! Grandpa's voice rang out.

All of a sudden, all kinds of villains fought in my heart.

I don't know how long it took, but it was long until the sun was setting and the twilight was blank.

It's dark.

"Ninety, I'm out for dinner!" Yan Mu shouted.

For Yan Jiucheng, no matter what he does, he has to get the bottom slurry, he has to see the inside and draw conclusions, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable.

No matter, let's see how the poison was made, Yan Jiucheng thought to himself.

With a click, at this moment, Yan Jiucheng pressed Enter and put on his glasses.

His mind fell silent for a moment, as if he hadn't thought about anything, and as if he had thought about all the problems.

The video was quietly placed in the place where the pretender walked up to the expert and took out the information for the expert to sign.

Seeing this, Yan Jiucheng's breath became short, he even trembled all over, took off his glasses suddenly, and a dense layer of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Gu Miqing is right, if you put on your glasses, you will find out how to assassinate, and if you put on your glasses, you will find that it is so simple, no matter how powerful he is, he will never be able to find the assassination method with the naked eye.

The moment the magic is uncovered, it will make people suddenly realize, and the moment when the 'magic' is unsolved in front of them, in addition to the sudden realization, there is only creepy.

He knows the method of assassination of this expert, but what about other scientists?

Curiosity is endless, and once you put on these glasses, it will be like Sun Wukong's tight spell, and you can't take it off.

From resisting the mantra to accepting the mantra, and willingly escorting Tang Seng Xitian to learn scriptures, I'm afraid Sun Wukong's state of mind is the same as Yan Jiucheng's state of mind at this time.

Wearing glasses under the ambivalence of curiosity and entanglement instantly made him firmly choose the latter between the quiet heaven of the years and the purgatory of life and death.

Be duty-bound not to turn back.

And the blood is boiling.

"Fuck, such black hands?!" Yan Jiucheng watched the expert in the video twitch backwards for a few seconds and then remained motionless, and then scolded angrily in a low voice.

Through the lenses, he saw a red line emanating from the pen holder in the expert's hand, short but distinct, straight into the expert's eyeball.

The expert just blinked uncomfortably, unaware, and turned back to the table after signing, and died quietly in agony after a few seconds.

A line of text appeared on the screen: Pretender X, who assassinated two scientists in the same way, is classified as Level 1*.

If I were around him, this pretender would have appeared in disguise as another expert, I would have recognized it, and the suspicious person appeared once, and the second time he appeared in front of me, I would definitely be aware of it, and I would not have given him a chance to poison him at all.

This group of agent bodyguards is really rubbish!

Yan Jiucheng scolded in a low voice.

Just as he remembered the appearance of the cleaner sweeping the floor in the corner of the video for the first time he watched the video, when the cleaner appeared on the screen again as an expert, Yan Jiucheng recognized him in an instant.

If Yan Jiucheng was there at that time, if he was there.

One husband is invincible.

A line of words appears on the screen.

022, he read.

022 again.

"If you agree to join us, please enter 022. ”

The line flickered.

This line of words represents Yan Jiucheng's road from the quiet years to the line of life and death, unknown and mysterious.

The dangerous road that represents a two-sided life is shown at the feet of Yan Jiucheng.

1940, French Agent 98X, Top Secret Archives:

In this world, people who are engaged in inter-II espionage or anti-in-II espionage, undercover and other work, the better they do, the more they are not ordinary people, they have the fighting spirit, belief and desire that ordinary people do not have, you can't think of them with ordinary people's thinking, they are like scientists, they have the genes of madmen, but they are all geniuses.