July 9, 2032, Kuleman, Heart of the Ocean.

The morning sun climbs over the Andes Mountains of South America, casting its light on the small coastal city of the heart of the ocean, where the buildings are lined with buildings that stretch from the mountainside to the beach, and the winding road around the mountain, like a serpentine sword, divides the town from the foot of the mountain, half to the mountains, half to the seashore.

The salty sea breeze blows all the way from the sea level, extinguishing the last sparks in a campfire on the beach, and the salt-and-pepper pork chops on top of them still exude an appetizing aftertaste, but the temperature is gone.

Located at the top of the headland, the ring road stretches from afar, and the backdrop is surrounded by mountains and the sea, and it is the only way to the wharf. At this time, people are asleep waiting for the alarm clock to roar and bring them into the hustle and bustle of day after day. Except for the sporadic sound of engines passing by, the only thing that surrounds you is the intermittent cries of seagulls and the sound of the sea breeze blowing through the palm trees.

Twenty-five-year-old Hugh, dressed in an ocean-blue crewneck T-shirt and loose khaki beach pants, opened the tent with sleepy eyes, took off the round wide-brimmed straw hat on the tent hook, buttoned it head-on, walked to the beach, held a pool of clear water in both hands, washed it simply, spit into the sea, and looked at the morning glow rising over the sea level in the east.

Hugh's mind drifted back to seventeen years ago, it was a midsummer night, in a deserted furniture factory, overgrown with weeds, on the edge of the fence, stacked with weathered wood, on which all kinds of unknown mushrooms grew, this was the paradise of wild cats, the air wafted with the smell of cat urine left over from their division of territory, their vigorous and sensitive figures, in the various crevices of the factory, under the eaves, on the rooftops, everywhere, but also Hugh and his friends enjoyed the fun of football.

The space between the two lush green maple trees six meters apart is their goal, and although the shooting action often gives them a headache due to the miscalculation of the height and the ball gets stuck in the leafy trees, it also trains them to be good at climbing.

At that time, Hugh was chasing the competition with Tom and Pete, accompanied by the joyful cheers of his partners, Hugh took a hanging pass from Pete, volleyed in the air, the football drew a perfect arc in the air, hit the goal, the football hit the wall, constantly jumping, and disappeared into the bushes in the distance, at this time, the noise of the car, and the noise of the walkie-talkie, came from far and near.

Alert, they quickly fled in the direction of the bushes, and looked curiously in the direction of the gate through the gaps in the grass and trees.

The first thing that came into their sight was a battlefield yellow camouflage Humvee, flying dust followed the body, a man in a battlefield camouflage uniform got out of the car, wearing a pair of Ray-Ban toad glasses, bronzed skin, a grim face like a bronze statue in the fountain square in the center of the city, the bare left arm was full of gunpowder burns, it was the mark left by a grenade explosion at close range, the body of his companion helped him block most of the fire, he miraculously survived, His companions weren't so lucky...

The camouflage uniform was holding a Russian-made AN94 assault rifle, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the dark gun, and the dark golden breath was like a scythe in the hands of death to harvest life, which made Hugh shudder.

Two black GMC vehicles followed, and dozens of armed men with loaded guns, sturdy bodies, and different costumes scattered from the three vehicles one after another, looking around the surroundings, judging by their skin color, they seemed to come from all over the world, brown-skinned locals, whites, yellows, and blacks.

The two quickly walked to the rear of a GMC, opened the trunk, and lifted out a writhing sack, which was thrown straight to the gravel and dusty road with a muffled grunt, and the two walked in the direction of the factory gate, closing the rusty gate, standing on both sides of the gate, blocking the only entrance to the place.

The camouflage uniform instructed his men to drag the sack to the wall, pulled out the dagger tied to the scabbard of the right leg, and in a flash, the rope at the seal of the sack fell to the ground, and a bloodied hostage, with duct tape wrapped around his mouth, and his hands and feet were tied, appeared in Hugh's field of vision, looking helplessly at everything in front of him with confused eyes.

The camouflage suit lit a Cuban cigar, took a deep breath, and sprayed a thick smoke at the hostage: "Tim, for so many years, you and I have been born and died together, sharing weal and worn, sharing glory and disgrace, and have made a lot of contributions to the organization, but I never thought that in the end, you rebelled under the coercion and temptation of the CIA, and for so many years continued to steal secrets from within the company and send them to your master, but unfortunately, what you see, the company has been developed twenty years ago, and the technology that really leads the future, not to mention me, in the whole company, There are only 3 people who can come into contact with you, and you don't have a chance to see all this, and I really feel sorry for you. ”

Tim knew that the end was approaching, and he was unable to return to the sky as a trapped beast, so he could only silently accept the arrangement of fate, and camouflage took his fingers and tapped the barrel of his portable weapon: "Remembering that you have contributed to the organization, there is no merit and hard work, I will let you come in style, go happily, I will personally send you on the road, I hope that in that world, there will not be so much suffering and strife, and you will go all the way." After saying that, he snuffed out the cigar in his hand, and used the black barrel of the AN94 gun to hold the hostage's back, accompanied by a crisp and powerful triple burst, the blood mist that erupted out of the thin air, condensed in the air, and Tim's body fell weakly on the side of the road.

Tom covered his mouth in fear, but unfortunately a faint exclamation reached the ears of a camouflage-uniformed hound with the agility of a camouflage-suited hound - "Who?" There was no response from behind the bushes, only to see a thin figure flash from behind, running in the direction of the wood by the wall, it was Tom, his position was less than twenty meters from the wood pile, he wanted to use the height of the wood to climb over the wall, escape from the horrific scene in front of him, but his courage did not let him get what he wanted. The camouflage uniform quickly predicted his escape route, the cold muzzle of the gun was like an eagle's eye, firmly locked behind the target, just when Tom took an arrow step, stepped on the pile of wood, and with the power of jumping, he struggled to climb the wall above, the familiar gun body sounded again, accompanied by a scream, and the exclamations of his friends, Tom's hands climbed on the red brick of the wall was hit by bullets, shattered, he let go of his hand, fell from the wall, slipped and fell on the weeds on the side, and his vision became blurred by pain, I saw that the figure in front of me was getting closer and closer, and the comer, holding an automatic rifle in one hand and twisting a sword trick in the other, pointed to the place where Hugh and Pete were hiding behind the bushes, and motioned for his men to go down and investigate.

Before Tom could see the faces of the visitors, Pete and I were like chickens, lifted by two big men with a tiger's back and carried to Tom's eyes, half-dragged and half-pushed.

The voice of the camouflage uniform was alert: "Who are you?" Why is it here? ”

"It's none of your business who I am," Tom said not to be outdone.

"It's a pity that you're here, it's none of my business." The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Tom again.

"People like you are not going to end well", Tom twisted his head to the side in disdain.

"Haha", the camouflage uniform let out a hearty laugh, and without looking back, he used his right thumb to point to the hostage who was slumped on the ground behind him, "Do you know who he is and what he has done"?

In exchange for Tom's silence, all he could get was silence.

"It looks like we don't have much to talk about." The camouflage uniform turned to Hugh and Pete, looking them up and down: dirty vests and shorts, a pair of worn and cracked football boots, and a soccer ball that was obviously deflated and barely able to play, hey, a poor man's silk child's outfit.

He half-crouched down and asked tentatively, "Will you join us in the battlefield, help the good guys, subdue the bad guys, and explore the treasures of gold and silver?" ”

Hugh looked at them heroically, not like bad guys. On the road of growth with his friends, he also danced with knives and guns, and swords and swords along the way, but it was only limited to chasing and playing between children. Real weapons and equipment, not to mention touching and never looking at them, not to mention the treasures of the unknown world that attract us, this proposal is undoubtedly too tempting for them who grew up in the poor countryside.

Hugh's heart struggled fiercely, and in the end, curiosity prevailed. From the corners of his mouth, he faintly squeezed the two words "willing".

"Very good", the camouflage uniform smiled with satisfaction, "what about you", he turned to Pete, the other party's heart hesitated, not knowing how to answer. "Well, think about it, before we leave."

The camouflage uniform turned to his teammates behind him and whispered: "That sack, throw it into the sea to feed the fish". He then pointed to a black GMC and beckoned to Hugh, "Come on, young man."

Hugh stepped forward and looked back at Tom and Pete, only to see Tom gesture to Hugh with a worried expression, "Don't go, fool." Pete, still undecided, stood there at a loss, rubbing his hands restlessly.

"All assemble and return." Camouflage instructs his teammates.

"So, what about them?" Hugh's gaze turned to the two friends he had grown up with.

"Let them go, there's a chance you'll meet again." Camouflage responded in a camouflage suit.

In the car, Hugh looked back through the rear windshield of the SUV to see Tom and Pete standing hand in hand, their thin figures stretched by the twilight sunset, and their eyes showed reluctance and unease.

Then, the vehicle starts, and their field of vision gets smaller and smaller until they turn out of the gate and disappear. Hugh's eyes were covered with black cloth, and his consciousness gradually blurred on the bumpy and undulating dirt road in the countryside, and he fell into a deep sleep.