Ten days ago, in the woods near a village in the mountains of southern France, three men in black were lying down in the grass, and a hoarse voice suddenly said: "Nine, have you remembered what the number one told you?" ”

"Well, I remember them all. Number One told me to deliver things to ......," said the skinniest man in black.

"Don't say it!" The number three man in black next to him suddenly interrupted him, pulled him over his shoulders and pressed him lower. The fourth man in black has been holding on to the present in one breath, and now it is a foregone conclusion to enter the small mountain village in front of him, and the impending tragedy is inevitable, and all kinds of complex emotions of guilt, powerlessness and sadness are in the heart/intertwined, and the breath that has been holding in the heart is vented. His body could not continue to support him, his head drooped, and he leaned on Nine's shoulder and fainted.

A trace of sadness crossed the eyes of the man in black No. 3, and he forcibly raised his spirit and instructed No. 9, saying, "No. 9, you must remember what I said next. As if to confess his last words, Nine looked at the familiar eyes in front of him, his mouth under the masked towel opened, and finally he didn't say anything, his eyes were red, and he nodded in a choked voice.

"After we go in, we will go separately, you hurry up and find something to eat, replenish your strength, I believe you will send the things back safely."

"Hmm." Nodding heavily, No. 9 had tears in his eyes, and couldn't help asking, "No. Three, what about you?" What are you going to do with Four? Let's all be together, shall we? ”

"Confused!" The third man in black shouted: "Just do as I say, remember, no matter what happens behind you, don't look back." ”

"Number 3 ......"

"Do as I say!"

"Number 3 ......"

"Do as I say!" The tone became more and more stern each time, and the eyes of the third man in black were red, and his voice was fierce. Five fingers clasped around Nine's shoulders, staring at his face.

"Yes." Nine struggled to speak. His face was tense, and his pursed lips were bloodshot.

"Good. Walk! ”

They didn't alarm anyone, and their bodies quickly swept into the mountain village.

Soon after, the earth shook, hooves thundered, and water splashed up. Hundreds of black-armored knights, clad in the kind of Crusader emblem characteristic of the Holy See, rushed in. They restrangled their hips and dismounted their horses, and stood solemnly on the top of the slope not far from the village amid the neighing of the horses. The middle-aged knight who took the lead looked into the distance, pushed the dripping helmet with a whip in his hand, and then pointed forward with a horse whip, and said loudly: "Surround that mountain village, you are allowed to enter but not to leave, and those who violate it will be killed." Search carefully. ”

With a roar of promises, the black knights quickly dispersed. Black torrents surrounded the small mountain villages in the mountains.

Soon, the village resounded with the sound of shouting, crying and screaming, one after another.

Blood, figures, neighing horses, corpses, and the light of knives shattered the tranquility of the town. In an instant, it turned into hell on earth.

Standing on the hillside, hiding in a tree, looking down at the mountain village that had turned into a sea of fire hundreds of meters away, Nine's face couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain. Tightening the package on his body, he turned sharply and jumped into the jungle, his back was lonely, desolate, and disappeared into the mountains.

Behind him, the mountain village groaned, trembled, and burned in a sea of fire.

Who says you can't start a fire in the rain? That's because the heart is not ruthless enough, and the fire is not big enough.

Ten days later, a valley somewhere in western Sichuan, China. At sunset, in the afterglow of the orange sunset, the Nine appeared in front of the valley.

It's a red valley, and although it's early winter, it's full of maple leaves, like fire, like blood. More than a dozen eagles hovered over the valley.

These are no ordinary eagles, their feathers, claws, pupils, and beaks are black as ink. The name is also called Black Eagle, which is a fierce bird that is not weaker than the Dongqing of the Mobei Sea.

The maple leaves are like fire, and the black eagle is like ink. It's the same as described by One.

It's here!

Deep in the valley floor is also a fiery red, warm red, burning red, but not a maple leaf, but a flower. Without a hint of variegation, bright red as a blood-like flower. The flowers are three-petaled. Like the flower on the other side of the Netherworld, it has rhizomes and stamens, but no leaves. Some people call this flower the sun fire, and some people call them red fire, which means anticipation and new life.

The sea of red flowers is connected to the surrounding maple leaves, and there is no edge. The wind blows through the valley, and the petals are like butterflies, fragrant.

Several wooden houses stand under tall maple trees. The roof is covered with maple leaves.

In one of the wooden rooms, the black-clothed man No. 9 showed his true face, very young, at most twenty years old, with his eyes closed, lying on the bed, his upper body was bare, and a dozen silver needles were pierced in his chest and abdomen.

Next to him sat an old man with a white beard, three locks of long beard under his chin, who looked seventy or eighty years old, but his face was ruddy, delicate as a baby, his eyes were deep and bright, and he was dressed in a light gray Tang suit.

Next to the old man stood a slender young man, twenty-three or fourteen years old, with hair dyed like ink, heavy eyebrows slanted into the sideburns, a straight nose, thin lips, and dark and clear eyes. The handsome face has a maturity beyond his own age, especially in his demeanor and temperament, there is a sense of vicissitudes left over from the years. This kind of temperament is generally in middle-aged uncles with stories, but he ...... Too young.

"Master, how is he?"

The old man sighed and said slowly: "Medicine and medicine do not die of disease, and Buddha is destined to be a person." He looked fine on the outside, but his body was already full of holes, almost a leaky sieve. The internal organs and meridians are almost all broken, and the damage can no longer be summarized as serious, but the body is collapsing, the spirit and spirit are collapsing, and all the parts that build the human body are completely collapsing, and there is no possibility of repairing and saving. This kind of injury has been dead for a long time for others, because he has an obsession in his heart, so he can rely on one breath to support until now, and now, his breath has been discharged, I'm afraid ......"

"Is there no way for the master?"

The old man shook his head and said regretfully: "I'm sorry, the person who has two feet in the ghost gate, no one in this world can drag him back." After the master picks up the needle, he will wake up. ”

The old man sighed again, raised his arm and waved the sleeves of his robe, and all the silver needles in No. 9's chest and abdomen disappeared. The young man in black nodded, got up and left the cabin.

With a shake in his throat, Nine slowly opened his eyes, his surroundings made him a little confused, and after seeing the young man in black standing beside the bed, he pulled his chapped lips and smiled, his smile was very clean.

"I've finally met you. Black Hawk. ”

"Don't talk, I'll talk about it when I have recovered from my injuries." The young man's voice as Black Hawk sounded cold, but the concern in his eyes was not fake. Nine shook his head with difficulty, and said in a weak voice, "Black Hawk, I know I'm dying......"

"Shut up, I'll say it if you don't die!" Black Hawk shouted loudly.

Nine's tears slid down his eyes, but he was still smiling and relaxed. Raised his hand with difficulty, trying to grasp something. Black Hawk hurriedly took the package next to him and put it next to his hand. Before he could leave, he was suddenly grabbed tightly by Nine, and then slowly pressed Black Hawk's hand to the package, and said in a weaker and weaker voice: "Number One asked me to hand it over to you, and only you can safely hand over the things to the hands of the Thunder Group, this thing is very important, and it is related to a mysterious plan of the Holy See." ”

As if to stimulate the last of his life potential, Nine struggled to sit up from the bed, his face strangely red. Grabbing the package and pushing it into Black Hawk's arms, he motioned for him to bow his head, and then whispered three words in his ear, Black Hawk suddenly changed color, and the package in his hand seemed to have become a dangerous thing that could take people's lives in an instant.

It seems to have let go of the worries in my heart, and at the same time I have unloaded the last trace of strength in my life. No. 9 said: "No. 1 said that everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't be forced, and it's up to you to go or not. After saying this, his eyes began to drift, and suddenly, his body fell straight on the bed, his eyes wide open.

In the early morning, the white mist shrouded. In front of a lonely grave, the black eagle and the white-haired old man stood side by side. The burning paper in the porcelain basin has turned to ashes, and green smoke curls.

"It's decided?"

"Well, otherwise he wouldn't have closed his eyes. The deaths of those they have overseas are of no value. ”

"But isn't your trip against your original purpose?"

"I know, but since I promised him, I have to keep it."

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, looked into the distance, and said leisurely, "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, the master does not persuade you, and he knows that he can't persuade you." ”

"I'm sorry master. I can't stay here with you anymore. Black Hawk said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's normal for fate to gather and disperse." The old man stood with his hands in his hands, looked up into the distance, and sighed: "Since you are a person in the bureau, you can't hide, whether it is you or me." Let's go, let's talk. ”

There is a small stove and tea set on the square table in front of the wooden house, and the old man's cooking technique is very old-fashioned.

The old man took a sip of tea and stared at the Black Eagle with a deep gaze. said: "You faked your death a year ago and lived in seclusion, and the Thunder Group that broke away from it is not a deserter, but also a deserter. This time back out of the mountain, how are you going to explain it to the Thunder Group? ”

The corners of the black eagle's mouth curled, looked at the white-haired old man, and said, "This matter depends on you, master." As for why I broke away from the Thunder Group by faking my death, the reason Master you know, so how to explain to them is your business, anyway, I don't care, unless you want to watch them dispose of me. ”

"Are you a scoundrel?" The white-haired old man glared at him. Said angrily.

Black Eagle smiled and sighed: "To be honest, master, although I am separated from the Thunder Group, after all, it is a place where I have struggled for seven years, and since the overseas lone goose group has found me, then I ...... I will definitely do the things they entrust me with. And they are for the country, for the sake of justice, I can't let them die worthless, die in obscurity, and sacrifice in vain. ”

"And what are you going to do?"

Black Eagle smiled and said proudly, "Master, don't forget, I used to be the sharpest hunter in the Thunder Group!" The Secret Service's operations team and Unit 601's special operations team are all defeated by me! ”