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"yes, why don't you shoot, you say you're not an inner ghost?"

"Kill him, he is an internal ghost, if you don't shoot, so will you."

The noisy sound kept ringing in my ears, and a young man in the field, with a gun in his hand, pointed at a person kneeling on the ground.

The young man with the gun was entangled, he didn't know if he should shoot or not, he didn't know, his hands holding the gun were shaking now.

The person kneeling on the ground, looking at the young man trembling with a gun, he felt a little relieved in his heart, and he was destined to grow up.

The man kneeling on the ground was no more than thirty years old, but he looked very wise, and there was a kind of old age that did not match his age.

He looked at the young man who was holding a gun at him, but he didn't dare to shoot, he nodded slightly, and his eyes gave affirmation.

There was an emotion in his eyes that only the young man in front of him could understand, and those who were shouting, cursing, and letting him shoot, they didn't understand.

"Come on, shoot me, and live well." The person kneeling on the ground expressed such an emotion in his eyes.

"Bang ......"

The gun went off.

"You go undercover." If you go undercover, he has been an undercover agent for 12 years, from 20 to 32.

At first, he was an undercover agent of the gangster community, and he cracked a large underworld organization, and he had a lot of credit.

He can get out of his undercover career and live the life he wants, but he suffers from mental illness.

This is the sequelae of undercover work, many seniors have it, and the psychiatrist is helpless, they tell him that if he wants to overcome it, he can only continue to go undercover, because his sequelae is fear.

Only if you overcome your fears can you live a normal life, and he chose to agree.

He became an anti-narcotics policeman, but in fact, he was just an undercover agent, dealing with drug lords.

Each of these drug lords who come and go across the border is ruthless and kills people without blinking.

But he survived, but after witnessing the sacrifices of his comrades, he strengthened his determination to stay.

The mental illness was cured, but he didn't leave, he began to walk on the tip of the knife, and with his help, the police cracked many drug cartels.

The twenty-year-old man with the gun made him feel the same as he had back then, and the young man had been sent from above to assist him.

It's just that this time the matter was revealed, how could he not get his shoes wet when he stood by the river, and died at the hands of his own people, and he was also satisfied.

The only hope is that the young man will not have a psychological burden, after all, this feeling is not comfortable, he has experienced it.

The memories came to an abrupt end with the sound of gunshots, and the people kneeling in the field had already fallen in a pool of blood.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the young man with the gun was trusted by everyone, but he was in great pain.

There is no time to be quiet, but there are people who carry the weight for you, and this is their job.

"Shoot, why don't you dare shoot."

"What are you thinking?"

"Tell you, why don't you shoot."

Am I not dead?

In the dim scene, a man in a black suit knelt on the ground, looking at the ...... in horror Looking at ...... Myself!

He was actually looking at himself, wasn't he dead?

Wait, what's in my hand?

Gun!

Why did you hold a gun, what happened, and what is happening now?

"Do you shoot or not?"

What is the depth of the wall?

Who is it?

Who is Tsunopu Shen?

My head hurts, and countless things have to get in, and I understand little by little in my head.

I am now, and I am in May 1939.

1939？

It's actually 1939, but I'm not a deep man, I'm a police officer, I'm an undercover police officer, I just died at the hands of my own comrades, why did I appear in this place.

There was really so much information in his head that he couldn't react a little, and his brain was a little rusty.

"Yan Pushen, Mr. Wang, they are already in Shanghai, and a new government will be established soon, do you want to join or not, if you want to join, you will shoot."

"Yes, Yan Pushen, didn't we say that we wanted to go together, it's just a zhonggong underground party, just kill it."

The people around me are still talking, and I am the one who is the one now.

Holding the gun, looking at the man kneeling on the ground, his eyes were so familiar.

What kind of eyes are that, the same as the eyes I just showed.

"Come on, shoot me, and live well."

This is what this look wants to express, no wonder I feel so really, because it is the same thing as what I want to express.

There was affirmation and relief in his eyes......

The gun in his hand was already loaded, and his fingers slowly pulled the trigger, and he could see the approval in the man's eyes.

Is he admiring himself, admiring that he dared to shoot?

He is a zhonggong underground party.

Me too?

No, so is the Fukatsu of the wall.

No, I am too, I am the Tsunabu Deep, and the Murphy is me.

Years of undercover career allowed him to accept this new identity as quickly as possible, because he knew that if he accepted it later, he might die because of it.

They are all zhonggong underground parties, only their tasks are different, his task is to break into the enemy's interior.

The person in front of him is much older than himself, and his task is anti-Japanese propaganda.

He's been caught, and now it's up to him to get rid of him, because it's his own name.

I now want to join an organization that is about to start, and this life is my own vote and my own stepping stone.

"Yan Pushen, I'm still waiting to drink, don't miss Lao Tzu's interest." A young man in a suit and tie around him said to Shen Pushen.

"Shoot, this is your chance, and let me get out sooner."

The person kneeling on the ground conveyed such a message to Kuang Pushen with his eyes.

From the beginning to the present, he has thought a lot about it, but it adds up to a moment's effort.

"Bang ......"

The person who was kneeling on the ground was already lying in a pool of blood.

One gunshot represents his death, and the other represents his rebirth.

He came back to life, lived in 1939, lived in an era of war.

The thoughts in his mind have gradually become clear, the dead person can't live today, if he doesn't kill him, he will immediately be killed by another person as a vote.

This is something that can't be changed, so Kurupu Shen would rather send him away in person, and that person also meant the same thing, so Kurupu Shen chose to shoot.

Seeing that the person was dead, the people around him said: "Let's go, let's drink, that foreign girl was really energetic last night, and the young man is still sore now." ”

"You can't do it, you can't let me go tonight."

"Fuck off, you go find your friend."

Everyone left, and he also put away his gun and prepared to leave, he had too many things to think about, and he needed to be alone and quiet.