"Thinking about the past again?" The words of the foreign uncle pulled the man out of the memory. The man was still silent, but he approached the foreign uncle and asked, "Have you found the location of that person?" ”

"Are you really addicted?" The foreign uncle frowned.

The man didn't answer, but just asked vigorously, "Have you found it?" ”

"If the police hadn't released that message, it would have been easy to check, but as soon as the police announced, basically everyone who had left a message on tamoo would basically contact the police, and he would definitely have been. So even if you find out, you can't do anything right now. Let's go! The foreign uncle pointed to the luggage in the corner, "Your luggage has been packed for you, this is tomorrow's ticket, let's leave the country as much as possible." "I handed the ticket to the man, but the man didn't take it.

"Send me the address!" The man didn't give the other party a chance to refute at all, and helplessly, the foreign uncle could only copy the last person's address and hand it to the man. The man silently put away the note and shredded the cigarette butt he had smoked. When he walked to the door, he said: "Tomorrow the children's breakfast has been put in the refrigerator, just give it to them hot." ”

The man walked to the elevator hall and pressed the button to go downstairs, the weather has been cold recently, and the old problem of being a mercenary has been committed again, not to mention that this prosthetic leg has been with him for ten years, and it is still not as convenient as the real leg. The last time he transported people to the ceiling, it really wasted a lot of his strength. Thanks to Lauren for helping him get the surveillance in advance, otherwise with his current body, he might have been arrested at that time! The elevator door opened with a "ding", and it was already 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, the elevator was empty, and the man walked in and pressed the number "3".

He looked at the number "3" and remembered the first lesson he had learned as a mercenary: never let others speculate on the trajectory of his actions. It's just that at that time, he was still a hairy boy with sound limbs and a desire to make a fortune on the battlefield. When the elevator reached the third floor, the man walked down the stairs, and when he walked out of the corridor, he habitually glanced left and right before stepping out with confidence, and when he was at the gate, the same action was repeated again Cai walked towards the parking space. The man was not in a hurry to drive, he repeatedly looked at the note that had just been passed into his pocket, and it was also scribbled on the back of the food wrapper. It's just that 10 years ago, that thin piece of food wrapper allowed the man to meet the angel who saved him.

During that time, men had not yet come out of the guilt of slaughtering a child, no, even now, men still feel guilty about that child. During that time, the man would be awakened by nightmares every night, and sometimes, the man felt that he should go back to the dilapidated school to see the child again, but he did not go back.

There were fewer and fewer people in the ranks, and the man and his companions did not wait for reinforcements, and they probably guessed that they had been deceived. There weren't enough bullets and food, and he noticed the frantic looks of the rest of the group, and he felt that in order to survive, it was time to leave, and one night the man snuck out of the camp with the money he had earned. The rest of the day was even more difficult than when he was a mercenary, and the man sold some of the medicine he had brought with him in exchange for a few bullets, knowing full well that the most important thing was to be alive here. In order to escape from there, men will even snatch things from the corpses.

For a long time, he dragged his prosthetic leg alone to escape in that place full of gunsmoke, and he didn't have much dollars left, and he was picked out a few ** when he exchanged huàn in a town. Because it was **, the man was sent to the local police station, and when he came here to be a mercenary, he had already hidden his identity, and in the eyes of the police, this man with an oriental face was a stateless liar. He was kicked out of the police station, his money was robbed, and the man with a wound collapsed on the once bustling street.

Thinking of this, the man put the note back in his trouser pocket and drove out of the community, and about an hour later, the man drove to another community, drove around the community, parked the car under a residential building and turned off the fire. He sat quietly in the darkness without turning on the light, continuing to think about the past.

The man thought that was the end of himself, and he still felt regret before closing his eyes, but he still didn't know what he was regretting. When the man opened his eyes again, he felt that his eyes were very dark, and his nose was filled with the smell of **, and he moved his hands and feet to find that he was covered with something. His movement alarmed the people around him, and an old man looked back at him, smiled at him, and spoke the local language. He just stared at the other side alertly. He didn't know what was going on, he couldn't act rashly, he pretended not to understand. The old man saw that she did not reply and walked out.

It wasn't until the old man left that he began to look at where he was. It's not that he hasn't seen a poor place for so many years, the surrounding area is dark, there is no lighting, or it may be because it is daytime outside, and there is no need to waste precious lighting equipment. He seemed to be in the corner of a collapsed room, and where he lay was the old wooden box filled with the bed on which he sat on an unknown mixture, and the woolen blanket that covered his body, although worn, it was the most valuable object in his field of vision. He realized that he was supposed to be in a makeshift shelter built from the rubble.

He was thinking about it when a middle-aged man came in, of medium build, and also with a standard oriental face. Men don't know the purpose of the comer, so they are more alert. The middle-aged man, probably noticing his alertness, smiled and sat down on the fallen brick next to him.

"Do you understand Chinese?" The person across from him asked.

After being here for so many years, this is the first time that I have heard a language I am familiar with, and the man is a little overwhelmed. The person on the other side was not annoyed, just quietly staring at the man. In the end, it was the person on the other side who spoke first: "You're a doctor, right?" ”

The man didn't speak, he was now surprised how the person on the other side knew his identity, he looked at the other party coldly, guessing the other party's intention of asking.

"Don't be curious." The man made a reassuring gesture, "I've seen you on the mercenary list." ”

Hearing the other party say this, the man became more nervous, and she privately thought about the possibility of escaping. The other party didn't react, and said to himself: "There is no secret here, every mercenary has a shooting record, and both sides of the war hope to find the person they need from this record." In addition to you, there are other mercenaries here. ”

Others, a hint of curiosity flashed in the man's eyes.

"You were down in the street, and Lauren thought you were dead and wanted to see if you had anything of value on you, only to find out that you still had the breath to bring you back. One of the people here recognized you, he had changed the medicine from you before, and knew that you were a doctor in the mercenary army. But don't worry, no one here cares about your past, and it's time for your runaway to end. Now, you have a good rest," the other party didn't give him a chance to speak, and walked out of the shelter made of ruins.