"Yes, long live the captain, I said the captain won't be angry, you have to do it too much." The elf yelled, then grimaced at the wildcat.

"I'm afraid that he will get up tomorrow morning and punish you for doing a thousand push-ups, and you will be punished less?" The wildcat gave her a blank look.

"Captain, you just rushed in and picked up a chair and knocked that bastard down so handsomely." The elf walked to the door and didn't forget to turn around and pat himself on the back.

Watching the two of them leave, I shook my head and couldn't help but smile bitterly, as long as this ghost spirit is released, he must cause some trouble, otherwise his whole body will be uncomfortable.

They left, I was the only one left in the room, took out the small memory card, sat on the sofa and stared at it for a long time, what Dad said made sense, if I opened it and knew the enemy who killed my parents in the first place, what should I do, can I really be indifferent, I asked myself if I could do it.

It is like a lead, leading out the hatred that has been buried in the deepest part of my heart for eight years, once this hatred is detonated, will it be as uncontrollable as a flood, will it affect me, I am a commander, once it is mixed with personal grudges, I will lose my original judgment, and it will be a disaster for the entire team.

But don't you look at it? It's easy to say, when I got it in my hand, I realized how difficult it was to control myself, and I wanted to be like a cat's claw, and my heart was itching, and if I didn't understand it, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep for a few months.

Eventually, I sat down in front of the computer, and when the folder was displayed on the screen, I stopped again, was silent for a long time, got up and drank a glass of ice water, and when I was sure that I was completely calm, I clicked my finger on the mouse.

A document appeared in front of me, and on the first page there was a name, Blood Banner Mercenaries, and the following is a brief introduction to this mercenary.

The information is not very detailed, but it is said that most of the members of this support army are retired veterans of the special forces of various countries, and their emblem is a blood-colored military flag, not an armband, but a tattoo, and each member has such a symbol tattooed on his body, without any pattern, just a blood flag fluttering in the wind.

They are active all over the world, where there is a war, they are there, they participated in the Gulf War before, and later in Africa to suppress the rebellion, in the past few years they were active in various battlefields, but in the past two years, they have appeared less and less, probably because they have earned enough money and are ready to live a stable life.

Mercenaries are like this, when they make enough money, they squander it, and then they do it when they spend it, but one thing is similar, that is, no one can really live a stable life, even if they are not killed by the enemy, they will drive themselves crazy when they are full of anger.

Don't look at my dad is very stable now, when I was in the ward, I saw that the bedside table was full of tranquilizers, tranquilizers, only with the help of medicine, can he be stable, the final result is to toss himself to death, maybe this is also a kind of retribution.

At the beginning, it was this Blood Banner who kidnapped me and my mother, and after being rescued by my father, he sent snipers to intercept it, which eventually caused the death of both my parents.

The information does not give their specific location, as expected, each mercenary has more than one foothold, all of which are extremely secret places, some in the mountains, some in the desert, some in the city, some underground, in short, the three caves of the cunning rabbit, today in France, maybe tomorrow in Africa, it will take a lot of effort to find them.

I was not as excited as I imagined when I saw this information, I knew eight years ago that it was a group of mercenaries who killed people, and today I just added a name to this mercenary.

But the following information made me frown, the more I looked at it, the more excited I became, the more angry I looked, my right hand unconsciously clenched hard, and the water cup in my hand made a creaking sound, because I was too hard, and the green tendons on the back of my hand burst out.

Finally, there was a crisp "pop", and the water glass was crushed in my hand, the glass shards pierced into the palm, and the blood dripped onto the table, but I didn't realize it.

In another document, I saw a name, Han Qijiang.

He is my uncle, my father's only elder brother, his father's name is Han Qishan, the reason why my grandfather gave these two names at the beginning is to open up the country.

After twenty years of hard work, he finally opened up a piece of the country that belonged to the Han family, but the uncle was a good gambler, and every year he sent the dividends distributed to him by the company to the casino.

In the end, the grandfather handed over all the property to his father to take care of, although the uncle was a good gambler but not stupid, and he also agreed with the grandfather's approach, and the grandfather did not see the wrong person, after the death of the old man, the Han family's industry was thriving, and the business spread to more than a dozen countries around the world.

And the uncle also gave up all power, and roamed the casinos every day, and his shares were enough for him to squander.

Father thinks it's okay, uncle is happy, he can also let go of his hands and feet, otherwise the uncle will make trouble in the company, and my father can't help it, after all, he is the veteran of the company, holding 20% of the shares in his hand, and he is a major shareholder, and everything has to be agreed by him.

But I never dreamed that Han Qijiang's wolf ambitions, everything he did before was acting, and what he wanted in his heart was to take the entire group for himself.

Even so, I can understand, after all, the group was established by the three of them, father and son, and after the death of his grandfather, he wanted to get the whole group, and he did have this qualification.

But he actually bought murder and attacked his own brother, and what is even more cruel is that he wants to destroy our whole family, what kind of deep hatred can make people become so extreme, not to mention that we are relatives, there is no hatred.

It turns out that a person can really turn himself into a murderous devil because of power and money, into a beast who does not recognize his six relatives, and a hideous butcher who raises a butcher's knife to his closest relatives.

When the human heart is defiled, it becomes the most cruel weapon, and the evil human heart is sharper than the sword.

I hate, I hate him to death, I hate it so much, I never thought that I would hate a person so much, I want to cut him with a thousand knives, crush his bones and scatter ashes.

"Smack!" A fist smashed on the table, the solid wood table was smashed by me to a few cracks, shook a few times and shattered, and the computer flipped to the floor, I stood there alone, my hands clenched into fists, my head down, my eyes closed, my shoulders trembled uncontrollably, tears fell, and the blood dripping from my palms merged into bloody tears.

It turned out that the mastermind of all this was my own uncle, which is really ridiculous, it was he who hired Blood Banner to kidnap me and my mother in Hawaii, it was he who sent snipers to shoot my father, and it was he who took my father's equity in the name of his relatives and became the largest shareholder of the group.

Eventually, he sold all of my father's fortune to pay off bank debts, compensated clients who had suffered losses from my father's death, and left me with nothing overnight.

My father once told me that I have no home anymore, and all the things in the house do not belong to me, and I was only half-convinced at the time, but today I learned that everything is true, and the culprit is the uncle who has treated me as his own son since I was a child.

I stood in front of the window all night, with nothing in my head but hatred, and finally understood why my father was preventing me from reading this material, even if my heart was like a stone, it was difficult to bear such a blow.

The sky gradually glowed white, and I slowly raised my hand, staring at the scarlet eyes at the wound in my palm pierced by the shards of glass, the physical pain was really insignificant compared to the inner torment.

The day dawned, God blessed, let me live, let me understand the truth, let me have the opportunity to do it with my own hands but grudge, since eight years ago you can destroy my whole family regardless of the friendship of brothers and sisters, today don't blame me for not thinking about blood kinship, blood for blood, tooth for tooth.