The voice was like a drop of water, sending ripples through his heart.

He subconsciously picked up the mirror, and in it he saw an unfamiliar face, black bags under his sunken eye sockets, and his mouth was slightly open, looking at him in surprise.

"Is this me?"

Just now, Sun Hui once thought that he was almost a transparent ghost blank, and even light could penetrate it, but now the real image is slowly enriching himself. He felt a little excited and excited.

He gently stroked his cheek with his hand, the rustling sound of the friction between his hard beard and the palm of his hand, this real beauty almost intoxicated him. At the same time, the warm touch left on his face made him miss it a little, but not this rough warmth, but a more delicate warmth, which should be a woman's soft hand.

Maybe he once had a woman he loved, but now these memories are shrouded in a thick fog.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that some images jumped out of his mind, only this time it was not an intermittent picture, but a coherent action.

He vaguely saw a man, his face slightly blurred, his figure eight points similar to his own, holding a gun in his hand, aimed at someone.

And from the man's mouth, he heard a righteous voice: I am a policeman.

The blurry image slowly became clearer, and he finally saw the face clearly, no different from himself in the mirror.

He remembered that he was a policeman named Wang Peng!

Sun Hui remembered the girl in red who called her father just now, and he called her ...... Linlin?

Sun Hui understood, all this came from Wang Linlin's memory.

Sun Hui guessed that the scene he saw now was not necessarily real, but it evolved from real memories, and what he had to do now was to find out the guy who controlled all this and kill the other party.

He closed his eyes in contemplation, and soon, a car appeared outside.

"Soul Battlefield", he still knows what to do.

Rainy night.

Sun Hui drove the car on a ring road, accompanied by the strong roar of the engine, the flashing lights drew a dazzling neon curve in the dark night.

Large drops of rain crackled down on the front window of the car, and the wipers kept swinging, trying to keep the invading enemies out.

After a long search, he almost forgot the passage of time. But fatigue didn't break his will, and his piercing eyes looked ahead through the surface of the window, his gaze through the layers of darkness and straight out towards a target farther away.

Like a lone wolf, searching for its prey in the dark.

The car ended up in a dark corner, some distance from the target, but it was a good place to observe. Out of vigilance, Sun Hui extinguished all the lights on the car and became a part of the darkness under the cover of night. He looked through the glass of the car window and carefully surveyed his target's surroundings.

The target is a villa, hidden in a thick darkness, without a trace of light, revealing only its rough outline. At this time, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and Sun Hui finally saw clearly the target he was about to enter.

This is a two-storey building that imitates European, and compared to the opulent images presented in the movie, it is more depressed and lonely, and even a little gloomy. The main body of the villa is surrounded by low trees. In the sound of rainstorm and thunder, the shadows of the swaying trees overlap on the surface of the villa's walls, creating an eerie picture. This gave Sun Hui some kind of illusion, and the trees looked like a group of fanatical cultists, forming a circle and worshipping in the direction of the altar.

Sun Hui pushed open the car door and disappeared into the torrential rain. Raindrops the size of beans continued to hit his body, and the clammy coldness of the rain that slid on his skin and the pain caused by the impact spread throughout his body. However, he didn't hate these feelings, and the cold cleared away the boredom and anxiety in his heart just now, allowing him to better cut into the role he played next, the hunter.

The bloody baptism on the Soviet-German battlefield brought Sun Hui's body into a state faster than his mind, and he skillfully took out the pistol from the trunk and quickly loaded it with ammunition. Next, he must find a suitable breakthrough to enter the building.

Soon, he found an excellent entrance, with a half-hidden window at the back of the villa, and a few low trees planted around it, which would serve as good cover.

As a battle-hardened warrior, he knew that indoor combat was just as complex and dangerous as large-scale battles outside, and that there was a danger of taking his life hidden in any dark corner.

And everything here is unknown to him, so all his movements must be carried out cleanly to avoid anyone noticing.

He took a deep breath and the countdown to action began in his mind.

Under the cover of the night and the trees, his form turned into a gust of wind in a torrential rain. He quickly approached the wall at the back of the villa, listening intently to the movement in the room, but apart from the sound of the rain around him, all that was left was the sound of his nervous heartbeat and breathing.

He held the gun in his right hand and the bottom of the gun in his left hand, bent over, clinging to the wall, and slowly moved to the left edge of the window. He gently pushed open the window and leaned in, the wall behind him hiding most of his body nicely. His gaze swept over the interior of the room. The room was pitch black, vaguely recognizable as a living room, which seemed to have not been used for a long time, and traces of cobwebs could be seen in some corners.

He squatted slightly, and the muscles in his legs began to contract and deform. He felt the burning sensation of the heat concentrating in his legs, like gunpowder ignited in the chamber of a gun when he pulled the trigger, and the air around him was compressed to the extreme, waiting for the final moment to burst.

In an instant, sparks shot out, and the air flow generated by the explosion pushed Sun Hui's bullets out. With the strength of his legs, he drew a graceful semicircle in mid-air with his arms as the axis, climbed over the window, and entered the room.

There was still silence around, and Sun Hui's entry seemed to be successful, and just when he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, a strong sense of crisis came to his heart.

Something is approaching!

Suddenly, the entire building began to shake violently, and he saw one explosion after another, and a huge roar hit Sun Hui's eardrums wave after wave.

Sun Hui had expected this to be a trap, but he had already thought of a way to deal with it, and at this moment, he started meditating again and conjured up a "mouse" tank.

The other party set a trap for him, and he also set a trap for the other party.