(Two chapters will resume tomorrow.) More than 5,000 words, the number of words today is barely passable - because it is a prelude to a climax~ All kinds of worries, for fear that the foreshadowing is not in place, plus a cold, the writing is also slow. If you are not happy to wait, just scold ~ don't involve your family ~~~)――

Twenty-seventh of the lunar month.

The island in the deep sea, the New Year is approaching, but there is still no festive atmosphere for the New Year.

For ordinary people, this place is tantamount to a hell on earth, except for the most core characters here, almost everyone on the isolated island is struggling to survive here.

There are no holidays, no carefree rest, just boring almost endless training, and one brutal task after another, either killing one's own instructor or killing one's own partner, and those who complete the task continue to survive, and if the mission fails, it means death.

Everyone is always ready to face death.

They are not even human, they are just seemingly simple but complex and sophisticated machines, killing machines!

Of all the people here, there are a handful of strong people who can occasionally enjoy delicious German beer, and women from all over the world, Asian, American, and European, who have been forcibly captured.

They have a variety of identities, ranging from mistresses of politicians to absconding criminals, to female killers and royalty members of small countries.

The only thing they have in common is that they are both beautiful and seductive.

No matter what reason they came here in the first place, after stepping into this isolated island, their identity and glory in the outside world will be torn off fiercely. Desire tool, a tool for men to vent.

They're all bitches.

On this small island, which can be called a private kingdom, the great commander Cangsheng, who has a status above ten thousand people under one person, pointed to this group of beautiful women and said.

The conditions on which these women want to leave the island may sound simple: as long as they can kill the five men who eat their bodies with their own hands and survive, the Grand Commander will personally give her a new identity and escort her out of the island.

In the first year that the women came to the isolated island, the two female killers successfully left, and the commander of the plane arranged by Cangsheng himself, and gave them a new identity and a large sum of money.

But in the years that followed, none of these women were able to leave.

This is the island, a perverted place that outsiders simply cannot imagine, with no laws, no bottom line, and no morals.

The only thing that everyone who can breathe here can do is to persist in living and kill their opponents with the most despicable and extreme means, while at all times maintaining absolute vigilance and not allowing others to kill themselves.

Only by becoming strong can you survive, and only by becoming stronger can you get out of here.

All of them have no friends, some are just partners, and one or more don't know when they will suddenly kill their partners.

This isolated island, named by the old man who said nothing on the island and no one dared to disobey him, is only three words, but it is very appropriate.

Death!

The weather on this day was unusually eerie.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still hanging in the sky, but there was rain wafting in the air, not big or small, and the sound of the training of the island's warriors echoed in the air, but it was muffled by the sound of the rain hitting the ground, which seemed a little blurry.

A middle-aged man dressed in green clothes stood quietly on the shore of the isolated island, took out a sandalwood sign that was more than two fingers wide and hung it on his chest, carried a long sword on his back, looked at the tropical forests surrounding the island, and sighed softly.

Behind him was the endless sea, into which the rain fell, and the waves were raging.

The middle-aged man looked calm, slowly took off the long sword behind his back and lifted it in his hand, finally raised his legs, and got into the tropical jungle, driving through the woods with ease, and came to a guarded place.

Ahead, the magnificent and luxurious villa complex is already in sight, forming an unusually beautiful picture of smoke and rain in the rain.

Two neat rows of human passages are in front of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, with a distance of no more than five meters between people, and the two people at the top glanced sharply at the sandalwood sign on his chest, and then turned his head and stood in the rain, with his hands crossed behind him, without squinting.

The man in Tsing Yi held the scabbard with one hand, did not squint, and walked steadily through the human passage, the old horse knew the way, turned left and right, and after about half an hour, finally appeared at the gate of that large villa complex.

There were several stone tables and chairs at the door, and the two most powerful figures on the island sat opposite each other, looking calm.

The black and white on the table are crossed vertically and horizontally, densely packed and murderous.

Several men in black stood respectfully beside the two of them, holding umbrellas and protecting the top of their heads, trying not to let a drop of rain splash on them.

The man in Tsing Yi walked forward quickly, holding the sword in one hand, stopped less than five meters away from the two of them, grabbed the sword body, and knelt on one knee suddenly, the dirt splashed and dirty his knee, but he didn't realize it, and said in a deep voice: "Song Qingyi has seen Your Majesty!" I've seen the Grand Commander! ”

There was silence at the stone table.

The old man in a wheelchair with disabled legs was expressionless, staring at the chessboard in front of him, looking lethargic and sick.

The Great Commander Cangsheng pinched a sunspot in one hand, frowned, and muttered for about five minutes, and finally took a deep breath and slowly fell.

Song Qingyi, who had fought with Wang Fuxing in Jinling and was seriously injured, knelt on the ground silently for five minutes without complaining.

"You weren't out with your sister for the New Year, what were you doing when you came back a year ago?"

Cangsheng finally spoke, his tone was flat, and it seemed that most of his attention was on the chessboard in front of him.

"My subordinates have something important to report."

Song Qingyi said in a condensed voice, waited for a while, and found that the brave and invincible commander just raised his eyebrows and then disappeared, and after taking a deep breath, he finally continued: "The subordinates have received the exact news, the Tang family, the army has been stabbed!" ”

"Smack!"

A subtle crunch.

The black jade sunspot in Cangsheng's hand was suddenly crushed in his hand and turned into powder.

He took a deep breath and picked up a sunspot again, his brow furrowed tightly, and he didn't speak.

"If you self-destruct, you will lose one eye, and you have changed from offensive to defensive in this game of chess, so you are doomed."

The old man in the wheelchair glanced at him and spoke slowly, calm and relaxed, smiling playfully.

Cangsheng didn't open his mouth to answer, but slowly turned his head and said coldly: "The news is true?" ”

"It's true!"

"When will the military assassin officially act?!"

Cang Sheng narrowed his eyes, followed by a question, and the aggressiveness in his tone suddenly increased several times!

Song Qingyi's eyes flickered, still kneeling on the ground, drenched in rain, looking up at Cang Sheng calmly: "If it is correct, it should be on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the subordinates cannot guarantee it." But I've already told my sister that I'll get the word as soon as I know it. ”

"A bunch of chickens. Several so-called top masters of the Tang family have carefully cultivated the military thorn troops for nearly twenty years, the strongest hole card of the Tang family, hehe, this is only a step, and they have begun to use military thorns, Tang Tianyao has lived to a dog over the years! What are you nervous about? Without a wild dog, even if it still bites, it may not be fatal. ”

The old man said lazily, with his back to Song Qingyi, leaving only the back of his head, and said indifferently: "What is the movement of the Xia family and the Qin family?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty. The recent movements of the two families are unknown, and they seem to be watching from the sidelines, and at present, this matter is extremely secret, and only a very small range of people know that they should not interfere this time. ”

Song Qingyi became more and more respectful, he could look directly into the gaze of the Great Commander Cangsheng, but in the face of the back of the old man's head, he couldn't wait to lower his head to the ground.

"Can the flames move?"

The old man continued, narrowing his eyes, pinching a white piece and landing it on the chessboard.

"For the time being... Ignorance. ”

Song Qingyi gritted his teeth and said, cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead, he knew that the old man in front of him, the most annoying thing in his life, was not knowing these three words.

It's just that the old man seems to be in a good mood, and he didn't give him any punishment this time, just scolded lightly: "Waste." ”

"The subordinates are incompetent."

Song Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief, and was glad in his heart that he seemed to be able to be exempted from punishment this time.

After the old man asked a few simple questions, he seemed to have lost his nature, put aside the chess box containing the white jade chess pieces, waved his hand and said, "Go back, tired, people are old, and they always want to sleep more." ”

Behind him, the sturdy man holding the umbrella for the old man replied respectfully, handed the umbrella to another companion to support, and pushed the wheelchair himself, intending to leave.

"What does it mean to leave now?"

Cangsheng frowned fiercely and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.

The old guy raised his head and glanced at him casually, and said lightly: "Playing chess pays attention to the state of mind, you are confused, it doesn't matter if you don't play this game of chess, if you are not convinced, you can do it." The chess game is left, not a single child can be moved, we will play another day. ”

He stretched out his hand and patted the wheelchair gently, and said lightly: "Go back to sleep." ”

The sturdy man pushed the wheelchair and passed by the Grand Commander.

The invincible commander on the island turned around suddenly, his eyes were sharp, staring at the old man's back, and said in a deep voice: "Who is the Tang family's attack this time, I don't need to say, you can also understand, don't you make a move?!" ”

The old man's wheelchair stopped suddenly, and after a while, he smiled indifferently and said quietly: "Against whom?" Wang Fuxing? What does the life or death of that waste have to do with me? ”

Rubbish!

There are many people who evaluate Wang Fuxing openly and secretly, little monggrels, small beasts, puppies, madmen, neurotics, young heroes...

But it is the first time that he has a waste of evaluating today's Wang, and it is not angry, he said it naturally.

Even Cangsheng, who thought he was accustomed to the old man's strange temper, couldn't help but breathe sluggishly, and then said angrily: "Waste?! Now that the Wang family is already one of the few forces in Wuyue Province, if he is given a little time, he can get through the underground society of the Delta and become the godfather of a new generation, as well as the Chen family, the Xia family, and Wang Tianxiong, all of whom have maintained close contact with him, how long has it been? It's been less than half a year since I was full, but I want to ask, how can a waste make such a result?! He's rubbish, what are we?! ”

"Grades?"

The old man smiled indifferently: "It's all bullshit." What is this achievement? Nothing! With an indecisive personality that can't even give up a few women, what big thing can he achieve? The Wang family is not as good as the generation, and today's so-called revival people are not an exaggeration to say that they can't support Adou. Whether he lives or dies, what does it matter to me? Do you think he's done a good job? Then let me ask you, when Tang Tianyao went to Jinling, how many chances did Wang Fuxing have to kill him directly? Did he do it? No! That little girl of the Tang family is now in his hands, has he done it? Nor did it! And that little cub named Tang Xiao has now destroyed most of his power in Huating, has he done it? Or not! Rubbish! It's useless! He is afraid to do anything, and he should not be able to do it now or twenty years ago? What about killing that old dog? He didn't dare! Hmph, a wolf that has gone to the wild is just a wild one, and it is not as good as a dog!

What is the Chen line? What Xia family? What Wang Tianxiong? It's bullshit. What about a close relationship? It's just to see that he has some use value, and he is complacent because he thinks he has the confidence, and the real allies don't make friends, but he involves these vain and bullshit characters, and I don't know how he died in the end. This kind of waste, it's good if I don't kill him directly, and you still want me to save him? Dream! ”

The old man's tone was unusually rapid and resolute, without the slightest room for maneuver, but the expression with his back to Cangsheng and Song Qingyi had a kind of hideousness and ruthlessness that made anyone a little frightened when they saw it.

"Then what are you dormant here for so many years?"

Cangsheng's anger could no longer be suppressed, and his voice was low, with undisguised anger.

"For what? Am I for that shit? You can rest assured, the Wang family can be revived without him. Hmph, revival, ruined such a good name! ”

The old man said coldly.

"This time we have to shoot! If you don't save it, I'll save it! ”

The Grand Commander's face was hideous,-for-tat.

The old man suddenly laughed, his laughter was heroic and cold, and everyone around him, including Song Qingyi, watched the confrontation between the two big men with trepidation, and did not dare to interject.

"You save? How do you save? If you dare to leave this island, I will break your legs. And you dare to pat your chest and say that you are just trying to save that waste? Bullshit! ”

The old man said coldly, his palm subconsciously covered his chest, he was silent in the rain for a while, his voice finally became calm, and he said lightly: "The Tang family's army is stabbed, the Qin family's Xia family is not out, the flames are not named, Cangsheng, I ask you, if we make a move now, can you afford the consequences?" Is it worth saving that stupid boy? ”

"I, whatever, no, no, this, whatever, more!"

Cangsheng said word by word, his eyes were almost crazy.

The old man snorted coldly, stopped talking, and let his subordinates push the wheelchair, gradually disappearing into the rain.

The Great Commander rubbed his fingers heavily against a sunspot in his hand, his face was gloomy to the extreme, and after a while, he turned around, his eyes were extremely cold, and he shot directly at Song Qingyi, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"You fought with Wang Fuxing? But temporarily stopped, double injury? ”

Cangsheng was silent for a while, and finally spoke, his tone without any emotion.

"Yes!"

Song Qingyi's tone was calm, kneeling in the rain, and he didn't deny it.

"Full force?"

Cang Sheng tilted his head, his movements stiff and weird.

"Full force."

Song Qingyi said calmly, he was the person in charge of all the intelligence of the Tang family on the isolated island, and his status was not high, but in front of the great commander, he did not dare to be disrespectful.

Cangsheng's eyes became more and more cold, and he shook his hand suddenly.

The storm is blowing!

In the rain curtain, a pitch-black black jade chess piece rolled violently in the air, bringing an extremely subtle whistling sound that shot directly at Song Qingyi.

The black jade chess pieces continued to expand in Song Qingyi's pupils, passing through all the water droplets, straight forward!

"Zheng!"

Song Qingyi subconsciously drew his sword, and the sword body was unsheathed and protected in front of him.

Clang!

A crisp voice suddenly sounded.

Sparks fly.

The Moyu chess piece slammed into the sword body, turning into powder in an instant.

Song Qingyi's body staggered, blocking the huge momentum, his arms trembled, and the corners of his mouth and the tiger's mouth were already oozing blood.

The big commander who threw the chess pieces out had gloomy eyes, but his tone returned to calmness, and he said lightly: "You have caught up with the good time, if you came over earlier, it would not be as simple as being injured, this life will be kept for you for the time being." ”

Song Qingyi knelt on the ground with his sword, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, the Great Commander." ”

He didn't ask himself what he had done wrong, and he didn't need to.

In this most realistic and cruel island, the weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected, which is the most basic truth, if the strong want to kill the weak, there is no reason and there is no need.

The Great Commander Cang Sheng snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes, and said lightly: "Get out!" ”

Song Qingyi stood up with his sword in his hand, bowed down again, still drenched in the rain, and his body gradually disappeared into the rain curtain, walking farther and farther.

In a small courtyard in the center of the villa complex.

The old man who was almost worthless and almost worthless sat alone in his room, holding a photo album in his hand, flipping through it gently, his fingers trembled, and a trace of warmth appeared on a rigid and extreme old face.

On the album, a young man stands in front of a magnificent old mansion with a bright smile, the old house is hung with red lanterns, the lanterns are colorful, and on the shoulders of the young man sits a little boy of three or four years old, waving his hands, the young temperament is gloomy, but his eyes are full of doting warm looks.

The album continues to be flipped.

In the photo, the children are gradually growing up, and the youth is slowly getting older.

It is like a cycle of life, the old generation is disappearing, and the new generation is rising.

The last few photos appear to have been taken more than twenty years ago.

In the photo, there is only a young man wearing a black coat, a white scarf, carrying a box, standing in front of the gate of the dilapidated bungalow in the wind and snow, with a straight body, heroic spirit, and plain giving people an impression of perseverance and pride.

The old man's fingers gently rubbed the photo, his tone was complicated, trembling slightly, with remembrance, he said to himself: "You are a good boy, but after all, you still forget, a manly husband, a hero, fights with the sky and the earth, but after all, he can't fight people's hearts." I don't blame you, but your son really disappointed me. ”