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Cars, planes, fighter jets, and even more exaggerated ones simply lay on top of the rockets, and they all rushed in one direction in a frenzy, as if it was a great sin to be one step slower. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Uncle Hua, do you want to be in such a hurry?"

"What did you say?"

"I mean, should we rush it or not!"

"What...... Forget it, you know I have bad ears, and now it's windy, and I can't hear what you're talking about. ”

On a huge cruise missile, two people lie on it, like two oysters attached to the reef, regardless of the strong wind and thick clouds, they do not move.

They are one old and one young, completely different, if they say the same, that is, their taste for clothes, they all wear the most elegant and expensive clothes, but in the eyes of ordinary people are the most old-fashioned clothes.

The young man was in his early twenties, frowning and looking helplessly at the older man beside him.

The young man's name is Xia Mo, he himself doesn't know what his surname is, he was wrapped in rags when he was a baby and was thrown directly at the door of the orphanage, at that time, the country just had a sound orphanage, almost every day there will be an abandoned baby at the door, maybe this young man is good-looking, or he was born not to cry, so it was rare to be left behind.

At that time, the director of the orphanage was surnamed Xia, and he was also surnamed Xia.

Over the next decade or so, the director of the orphanage changed several times, but he was still here. He was not a talker, and he was skillful, and gradually became a universal worker in the orphanage, more like an unstaffed staff member than an orphan.

At the age of seventeen, the orphanage was demolished.

He became a homeless man and spent months picking up bottles of mineral water before saving up money to buy a shiny shovel.

At that time, a shovel was a livelihood.

So he became a laborer at the head of the bridge.

Usually a carpenter is paired with a bricklayer, and sometimes a carpenter is paired with two bricklayers, which is considered to be very good at working and diligent, but he can supply the material speed of seven bricklayers alone, even if he needs to carry cement and sand up to the seventh floor.

He is not strong, he is very thin, and he will sweat when he does a little work, but others will always wipe it when they sweat, drink some water, and then rest, he sweats, and let the sweat flow at will.

Within two months, his character of talking less and doing more was taken by the contractor, who pulled him into his construction team and rushed to a strange city hundreds of miles away to build a building. And when the foreman asked him worriedly if he could go along, he just nibbled on the steamed bun and nodded.

A strange city, a hard-working laborer, as if this is his life.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the foreign construction team naturally had to be suppressed by the local construction team.

Ordinary people are bluffing, but there are not many who do it, but at the end of the summer, on the contrary, without saying a word, he rushed forward with his shovel, and silently cut down many people.

Except for the occasional splash of blood into his eyes, making him subconsciously close his eyes, his expression has always been like a piece of wood, carved, not like a living person.

He was locked up afterwards, and although some of the people he cut down were dead and disabled for life, he was not the first offender, so he soon came out again.

Of course, he didn't come out on his own, he lived very well in prison, his daily routine was more accurate than clocks, and in just over a month, the prison guards developed the habit of not looking at their watches, as long as they saw his wood-like pestle at the door of the cell, they knew that it was time for morning exercises. He doesn't cause trouble, he doesn't make trouble, and he rarely comes to him when things happen, and he works hard, so the prison guards like him very much.

He was 'fished' out by others.

It wasn't a good guy who saved him.

It was a gangster-related group company, and the boss saw his skills in the fight, thinking that he wanted to take it for his own use.

He didn't object, nodded, ate a meal, and gave his life to this boss.

A year has passed, and he has become the right-hand man of this big boss, the boss's family affairs, the business of the group company, and those black hands behind the scenes that cannot be known by outsiders, he has done an excellent job.

Suddenly, one day, a man in a suit walked into this group of companies, and in the memory of the end of summer, his leather shoes were shiny.

is such a person who killed the entire group of people, except for him.

He wanted to resist, tried to resist, and had resisted to the best of his ability, but unfortunately he still had his tendons and tendons severed, and he was carried in the hands of this man who had killed many people but was still neatly dressed like a broken sack.

"You're the first person I've seen who is so confused in the face of death."

Staring at the end of summer for a long time, the man suddenly smiled.

"There really is such a person in this world, born without good or evil."

Later, he was taken away at the end of the summer, and he also learned the name and identity of the man who killed his former master and spared his life.

His name is Han Ping, the most common name, and he belongs to the Blackwater Battalion, one of the most extraordinary armies.

Han Ping is the third of the Dark Nine.

The Nine of Darkness is very simple, they are the 'executioners' in the Blackwater Camp, and the main targets of the other people in the Blackwater Camp are the enemy, but the existence they solve is their own people.

Traitors, disturbing the world, everything that needs to be corrected by torture, these nine people will do it, and they will use thunderous means, without a trace of tolerance.

Even though there were many innocent people in that building, and their hands were not directly covered with blood and tears, they and they still indirectly ignored the suffering of others. For these nine people, ignoring is more guilty than conniving.

Late Summer has never been afraid of anything in his life, and he doesn't need to.

But he began to be afraid of this Han Ping.

I don't know why, it's like a rabbit seeing a lion, and this fear comes from his nature.

If you don't have time to run, then you will curl up on the ground and accept your fate, waiting for death.

Han Ping didn't let him die, didn't even give him any torture, but gave him clothes, the most expensive clothes with taste, and gave him exercises, exercises that people in the world can't even dream of, and some people also think that they have the strength of ten people like Superman, and they can fly all over the sky with their own strength alone, this is the biggest fantasy, and this kind of exercise can make the end of summer simply carry a car with one hand, Han Ping said, cultivating to the deepest level, and even picking off the stars in the sky is not a difficult thing.

Han Ping also gave the end of summer a life, which was not too busy, but he had seen many, many people and many things.

The work of the Dark Nine is to kill people, but the biggest scope of work is to find the truth of the matter, how it is, whether it is guilty or innocent, every detail needs to be confirmed.

Even so, Han Ping admitted: "It's easy to make mistakes, and there will be a lot of innocent people who die under my butcher's knife, but we still need to do it, do you know why?" ”

The end of summer naturally does not know.

Han Ping didn't expect him to answer either.

"Rules come from deterrence, we are the sword in the hands of that man, we need to build the kingdom that he thinks is perfect, so we need rules, so we need to eliminate them. You join in now, don't think of yourself as a human, we are all monsters, from the moment we have the power beyond ordinary people, we are complete monsters, since we are monsters, we don't need pity for this emotion. ”

At the end of the summer, he finally understood why he was so afraid of Han Ping.

He knew he was more of a beast than a man. But a beast is a beast after all, and it can't be defeated by a monster.

In the eyes of the end of summer, Han Ping will always be such a gentleman, so extraordinary, as if everything in this world is not taken to heart by him, and he is full of confidence.

Even when he talked about the death of his comrades-in-arms, he was indifferent.

"That guy grew up with me, skipped school together, smoked and drank together, got into fights together, enlisted in the army together, became ruffians together, gave up on ourselves together, we were called villains, but we were also villains who relied on each other. It's a pity that he died, and finally had achievements, status, and dignity, but he died. ”

"How did you die?"

"I killed it."

Late summer didn't ask why, he didn't care.

Han Ping will have more than ten supporting reasons for killing a cat, and there will naturally be a very correct reason for killing his best friend.

But it wasn't until the end of the summer that a strange phrase suddenly floated in my ears.

'Where is Blackwater Camp?'

He found that Han Ping had changed.

His grace was gone, he never wore a single garment for more than a day, and the collar of his white shirt never wrinkled, but after that, he drove his car on the highway for a day and a night, found the nearest military base, braved the rain of bullets, and got bloodied all over his body, and finally got him an intercontinental missile, and then locked on the target and launched, and flew to the target with the end of the summer hanging on the missile.

At the end of summer, I don't understand why a person who still dodges with the slightest movement in the face of a bullet fired at the center of his eyebrows would do such crazy things and have no image.

And this kind of thing is done, but only for a very simple purpose, to hurry.

If you are driving, it will be two days and two nights at most, and after removing all the scattered time, in fact, it is only five or six hours faster to fly over by missile.

And in order to save these five or six hours, is it really enough to pay such a big price?

Isn't this the time when Han Ping sometimes sits by the window to read a book and have an afternoon tea?

The missile had already broken off the second stage in the air, and there was no more momentum, Han Ping reached out to change the missile setting, so that it flew to a place where there was no harm, and then jumped from the sky with the end of summer.

He had been in a hurry, but stopped at this time.

"At the end of summer, I'm going to take you to meet someone today, and if you can get his approval, then you will become a member of Camp Blackwater, if not...... I'm going to kill you right away, and I hope you're mentally prepared. ”

"That'...... Is it probable? ”

"Heh," Han Ping suddenly smiled, his eyes were gentle, and he turned to Xia Mo and said, "This, it depends on that person's mood." ”

……

That person, at this time, was really not in a very good mood.

"Fuck you!"

Boom!

Heavenly Sin punched another person in the face and shouted, "Lao Tzu has become handsome, are you jealous?!" What does it mean to go to the country of sticks to destroy plastic surgery streets? Lao Tzu has been missing for a year, isn't it okay to go to plastic surgery! Again, I didn't have plastic surgery! ”