Shi Hao smoothly hacked into the backend of Dazhang Company's system, downloaded mercenary information as much as possible before being discovered, and always guarded against the collapse of the system on our side after being discovered. On the other hand, I have released the news as required, and in less than ten minutes, the 4 special lines have been ringing non-stop, in order to prevent someone from joining in the fun, the special line staff verifies every caller. Li Jing on the other side also began to cross-compare the entry materials sent in by the police in the past three years with the mercenaries transferred by Shi Hao. And what we don't know is that there is another wave of people busy besides us.

In an ordinary house, a middle-aged man in his 40s quietly walked to the door of a bedroom, pushed the door in, tucked the quilt for the child lying on the bed, sighed and went out silently. Then he went to the other bedroom, helped the sleeping girl tuck the corners of the quilt, sighed the same way, and walked out. The two sleeping children stood in the same way as the man, who had a distinctly oriental face with a square face with single eyelids, but the two children had double eyelids and a beautiful chin profile. The man sat in the living room and lit a cigarette, looking at the two bedrooms in silence, he seemed to be thinking about things, not very focused on the cigarette in his hand, until the cigarette butt burned his fingers, he woke up from his thoughts, pressed the cigarette out of the ashtray in the other hand, glanced at the doors of the two bedrooms again, and silently walked out of the house and went downstairs.

He went down the floor and knocked regularly on the door on his left, and it took a long time for a man to open it. The janitor was also in his 40s, foreigner, tall, with deep eye sockets, tanned skin and meticulously combed brown hair, dressed in a full waistcoat and trousers, looking like a gentleman. Before closing the door, the foreigner looked left and right before carefully closing the door. "They're all asleep?" The foreign uncle asked, and the man nodded in reply.

"I just saw a profile of you posted on the Internet, and the tamoo website was also mentioned, but they still don't seem to be sure of your traces, so they shouldn't be able to catch you for the time being. You'd better go back early, and I'll find a way to send them back, kids. "The foreign uncle showed the man the news posted by the police on the website. The man glanced at it, didn't seem to take it to heart, and played with the ashtray in his hand.

"Don't take it seriously, don't let the kids know." Seeing that the man did not react, the foreign uncle was a little anxious.

"Isn't it all the same?" The man finally took a cigarette and smoked slowly.

The foreign man looked at him and stopped talking, and only after a long time turned his gaze to the screen: "Whatever you want!" If you're gone, I'm not going to help you watch those two imps. ”

The man smoked his cigarette silently, as he had been 10 years ago, except that he was sitting in a bombed-out school, and his crumbling walls lit a cigarette in his hand. He was a field surgeon at the time, employed by a mercenary agency in Europe, and had seen so many deaths that he felt numb to the blood-stained corpse. He felt that the purpose of his coming here was not to heal but to kill. Every day, either corpses or mutilated wounded people are handled, and those who are better will still take up arms and go on a killing spree after they have recovered. Explosions, bombings, cries, riots, panic, blood, corpses, and rubble filled his entire life after the age of twenty-five.

He asked himself why he wanted to go there, and even regretted that he didn't listen to his family and seniors, and after graduation, he became a doctor in his hometown town. He didn't even attend the graduation ceremony before he went to a distant land, and after a long and brutal training, he was sent here to live a life of gold mining with blood on the tip of a knife. When he was alone, he would little by little recall the "Handbook of Medical Ethics" that the school teacher had memorized for him when he was studying, but every time he memorized it, he felt that his sins had become aggravated, he was betraying his beliefs when he was young, he felt that he was like those murderous machines, he was repairing instead of healing, and those who had been repaired by his hands would revert to demons the moment he woke up.

At first, he was still counting the days he had come here, but then he simply didn't count, thinking that he would think that the people who came with him would one day be in a foreign land. He is not sad, since he came here to see the tragedy here with his own eyes, and to witness the disappearance of life, if it is too shocking and painful, people's emotions may become paralyzed, like a strong anesthetic to the nerves. He just regretted it a little, and he couldn't say where or why. Forget it, as early as the moment he got the commission, or as early as the moment he was tempted by a high bounty and decided to become a mercenary, he signed this death contract and never recovered from this hellish battlefield.

He didn't pay the price for his greedy and hasty decisions, and he unfortunately injured a leg during a mission, but managed to get his life back. He laughed self-deprecatingly, and sure enough, even the Yama Palace was so disgusted that he didn't want to take him in? Although this reason may be his last graveyard, his graveyard will not be full of beautiful white roses, and no one here will sympathize with him, he is an aggressor. He would be like the corpses he had disposed of, the streets of this city that were almost destroyed, and perhaps this would be the end of his life.

He was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a slight noise, and he realized that someone might be coming, and he grabbed the gun pinned to his waist and carefully hid himself behind the broken wall. However, the visitor seems to have known his location, and it is estimated that his position was revealed by the smoke just now. He heard footsteps slowly approaching him, and he secretly pulled the safety bolt that he had grabbed. Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, until he felt that he should be less than 1 meter away from himself, he stood up, used the wall as cover, and fired a shot at the other man. The other party seemed to be inexperienced, and he had already fallen to the ground before he could shoot.

After seeing the other party fall, he didn't dare to walk over directly, and he absolutely wanted to ensure his safety before he was sure that the other party was not aggressive. After observing the surroundings from behind the wall and finding no one else, he clenched the gun in his hand and cautiously walked towards the other party. When he saw the other person clearly, he felt his heart be pounded hard. It was a teenager who fell, and his tanned face still had an unerased childishness. Because of the gunshot, the boy was struggling to breathe with his eyes closed. He had never wanted to save a man so much, but knowing that it would be useless, he carried the boy behind the wall he had used as cover and stayed with him until he stopped breathing. He rummaged through his trouser pockets and found only one chocolate candy, which he placed on the child's body, like a boy's last burial. He drew a cross on his chest, tore up the cigarette he had just smoked, and returned to camp.