"So, you're thinking I'm a complete idiot?"

Accompanied by two packs of cigarettes, which were completely inconsistent with his usual image of being a child, what entered the ears of Qin Wuyang and everyone present like a poisonous snake was a soft sound between "pop" and "click".

"Of course not, although you are indeed not smart sometimes," Qin Wuyang desperately suppressed the adrenaline in his body while maintaining his facial expression and not moving his body--- this little South American man named Two Packs of Cigarettes is one of the fastest guys in the world to draw a gun, and Qin Wuyang admits that he is not the protagonist of the novel, "But you are very sharp when Jessica is there." ”

"Hell, you're really going to grab my tender meat." The two packs of cigarettes cursed softly, and his right hand was retrieved from the side of the nine-millimeter pistol.

After glancing at Qin Wuyang on the left and two packs of cigarettes on the right, Halimi took a bite of the cigar handed by Hylut beside him, chewed it twice after biting off the butt of the cigar, and then swallowed it after making a loud purr, twisted his head again, and lit the cigar on the already lit match handed by Ingrid.

Seeing this action, the eyebrows on the right side of the two packs of cigarettes jumped twice, and the little South American man skimmed his wife next to him, and finally scolded while rushing over:

"you, give me a bite!"

"Puto........." Jessica shook her head lightly and scolded, "It's just a cigarette, how can you look like a fool every time." ”

"No, Halimi can be regarded as having made a bloody investment," Qin Wuyang nodded to Halimi gratefully, he could see very clearly--- the muscles of the shoulder of the world's famous fast gunner did not relax at all just now, and his right foot also continued to move slightly, which means that the gun maniac from South America didn't completely let him go until just now, "If you're not mistaken, it's Opas X Lancello, and the match used for ignition is the out-of-print Cohiba, fuck, I really dare to smoke... ”

“So, just-some-fine-sh*t-then….men……..” Jessica sneered.

"No, not-fine-sh*t, strong-sh*t, woman", Qin Wuyang replied to Jessica, "I don't dare to smoke that cigar, I will hallucinate if I smoke it." ”

"Well, for Maria's sake, cigar and Jessica's face, whew。。。。。。。 "The two packs of cigarettes kissed the cigars lightly with matches and exhaled the first puff of smoke before snapping the matches onto Qin Wuyang's body, "Can you tell everyone here, including me, what the hell is going on with this mission?" ”

"Is there no way out," Qin Wuyang's gaze swept over the expressionless sisters Hylut and Ingrid, and then turned back to linger on Halimino's pair of eyes that were gradually becoming fierce in the smoke, and finally stopped at Jessica's silent spit out of the lips like [Yes], and finally saw the almost imperceptible nod of the pole with the corner of his eye, "This is another toilet operation... ”

"Damn......" two packs of cigarettes spat out smoke rings

"Mamamia......." Jessica rolled her eyes

"Harasiu..." Halimi raised his left hand, stretched out his thumb horizontally, and then crossed the middle finger of his right hand with it, and shook it vigorously a few times.

Toilet action, this is a unique black word among the fighters who came out of a specific circle of their specific era, if you use a popular way to say that it is [Black Ops], when Qin Wuyang said ---the toilet action, several people understood: this mission is like, they have to pick up this, and then they have to safely send it to the place where it belongs, and finally they have to make themselves white and clean as if they have never eaten.

"So," the pole that had been beside him pointed to the ground, "what the hell is down there?" ”

"Since the blue cosmos occupied Orb, they have been digging like a ground mouse facing winter, and the construction progress of one of the underground facilities is much faster than the others," Qin Wuyang said as he opened the electronic map and pointed to the point marked on it, "Through channels that we can't know, the Federation has obtained some information about this facility, and the final decision is ---that this facility must be completely destroyed, and the research results of the facility must be obtained by the Federation. The person in charge of the facility, as well as anyone who has had some contact with him, must be eliminated. ”

"So, we're not assassins, are we?" Halimi pointed to his temple.

"No, we're not," Qin Wuyang pointed to the point he had pointed at earlier, "The surface of this facility will be penetrated by a Cosmic God submarine-launched ballistic missile induced by a fixed induction beacon, and then the assault force will enter that facility。。。。。。 ”

"Hey! Hey! The two packs of cigarettes snapped their fingers hard in front of Qin Wuyang, "Listen to yourself, you are already squirting feces before the mission starts, What-you-said-was-BS-and-you-are-full-of-sh*t, ballistic missiles?" And that thing is still guaranteed a precision strike? Commando? You've watched too many action movies, what kind of commando enters that kind of black facility to ensure that the other party doesn't blow themselves up with the enemy?! ”

"Uh, you don't think I made up the proximity beacon to lie to you。。。。。。" Qin Wuyang scratched his head.

"Is it true?!" Halimi looked stunned.

Qin Wuyang sighed helplessly, and began to ask everyone to verify Gu Xiang's message before, and tossed for a few minutes before he was able to continue:

“。。。。。。。。 As for the commando, it's not something we need to worry about, and the only information I get is that the mission of breaking through will definitely not smash the pot, and what we need to be responsible for is this," Qin Wuyang clicked on a piece of the map and enlarged the three-dimensional view that opened to the ground, on it, a round spherical thing was moving back and forth along an irregular arc track, "The target facility is also some kind of doomsday weapon, and the control room of this weapon is this rolling ball... ”

"I have a bad feeling about the combination of research facilities and doomsday weapons, if it's really a nuclear bomb, what kind of experimental facilities do the ghosts need...

"If it's just a stinky skin, the ghost needs us people to pick up with their faces." Jessica interrupted her partner's unfinished complaining, and slammed her words on the ground with a cold flick, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.

“。。。 Our mission is to direct the Federation's stealth bombardment to drop 15 tons of ground-penetrating bombs, completely destroying the control center or disabling its ability to send commands. Qin Wuyang took advantage of Jessica's interruption to finish what he had to say.

"Cover along the way?" Two packs of cigarettes suddenly raised a question.

"The trees are all cut down, bald." Qin Wuyang made a gesture of wiping his hand on his bald head.

"What about the possibility of capturing prisoners?" The pole asked.

"Each soldier wears a combat suit with a built-in body signal detector that sounds an alarm in the event of a drastic change in the bio's signal." Qin Wuyang pointed to his heart and pulse.

"So, it's time like this... Halimi gestured to the iron bump-like muscles on his arm.

"Waggghhhh's rush in." Jessica licked her lips.

"Then it's such a happy decision." Qin Wuyang turned off the electronic projection map and turned around to leave.

"Did you misunderstand something," Jessica instantly bounced in front of Qin Wuyang like a frog culling its prey, her eyes revealing the same coldness as before, "Maybe you don't understand, although we may have been the same kind before, but now all the people here have a reason to go back alive, not just for the sake of the task, so please be sure to give me a reason why I won't find a chance to kill you--- killing you and we won't go back alive is not a reason, because you and I both know a little bit, If you hang up in exchange for a successful mission, it is extremely likely that we will be recognized for our actions of killing you. ”

"Indeed," Qin Wuyang nodded after facing Jessica who was blocking the way, and then looked at a few other colleagues who had already clearly taken precautions, "Please rest assured, I won't make the move of detonating the traps in the camp and everyone will end up together, because I have to live." ”

"It's a novelty to say something like that out of your mouth, isn't it?"

"I don't think so," Qin Wuyang pulled away Halimi's hand and leaned against the tree next to him, "Then let's talk about it... ”

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War was a strange teacher, she always tested her students before she taught them. But there are always people who want to reverse this process--- because for them, fate is nothing compared to mission failure.

But how are you going to teach first, on the training ground, in the military academy? No, of course not, you can't even train with live ammunition to the extent that war can change a person.

But what are you going to do, I mean, how do you teach a person something that only war can teach.

You make his life a battlefield, no, no, no, not very poetic, a battlefield in the literal sense of the word.

Welcome to my life.

No, you're mistaken again, I'm not a child soldier. What are child soldiers, just imps who have been forcibly filled, look at the little brothers of the LRA, what happened in the end? They are still not good students--- they still crave, they fantasize, they crave, and this is exactly the opposite of one of the most basic tests of war and the lessons that come with it, which is nothingness.

On the battlefield, you don't talk about dreams, because the next second the bullet flies, you don't have a dream;

On the battlefield, you don't ask about right and wrong, because the next minute the people around you lose, you start to stop talking about right and wrong;

On the battlefield, you don't understand desires, because after an hour of eating military rations in the company of blood and sand, you have no earthly desires;

On the battlefield, you don't know the names of the people around you, because after a day, no one has a name, only a code name...

Cruel wars belong to the literati with their heads in water, exciting wars belong to the incited masses, and drooling wars belong to politics and capital...

And the war of nothingness belongs to the soldiers.

That's why the veterans are just a bunch of problems, aren't they, because the container of nothingness is suddenly stuffed with a peaceful society, the bullet casings feed the soul, the smoke of gunpowder can't water the mind, and the blood can't quench the thirst of desire, so the veterans...

Crazy, they're blown up.

The essence of the problem, then, becomes how to make a man as nihilistic as war expects before he is thrown into battle.

The way to do this is to --- stripping back and forth.

I also had normal first few years of life, like poverty when I got a can of drink for my birthday, a spaceship-shaped fireworks, or something, but when my memories began to linger, my life changed.

At that time, my [parents] kept moving, and it seemed that it was all for work reasons, because one was a translator for the army and the other was a construction worker for the army. Every time they make friends, they are torn apart, every time they get used to the scenery of a place, they are taken away, and they are strictly forbidden to contact or go back to the old places to visit.

I was sad, I cried, I made a lot of noise, and then I became useless to resist, and then I felt that belonging was really unnecessary and not necessarily, no, I didn't feel anything at all--- I left when I left, I didn't go back if I didn't go back, not because I realized that resistance was useless, nor was it a so-called habit, but I really didn't have any attachment or even any idea about the concept of belonging.

Then there is the concept of friends, I think I also had friends at first, friends who would smear their hands with garlic and onion juice and go to fight with other children, but then in the constant stripping, there was no such concept anymore. No, not the fear of losing, I have also experienced that stage ... Probably, but then even the fear was gone.

This was followed by the separation of the concept of relatives, grandfather, grandmother, uncle, aunt, died in their sleep, died under a ventilator, died in a car accident, died from breathing difficulties from excessive smoking and drinking, and so on, one after another, the relatives in my old memories left me, and I was forbidden to attend funerals and worship services, and I was not allowed to talk about them. Then, like the notion of belonging and friends, the notion of kinship faded away, and the decisive blow came from the confession that my parents, who had raised me so much, had told me when they had tampered with my age and put me in the army that they were not my parents at all.

Didn't I think everything before was explained? Of course I thought about it, but what could it be, what could it be, I didn't feel anything anymore.

I served in the army from the age of 14 to 18, and then I was ordered to go to civilian college in order to prepare for the next phase of transformation and mission, where I met my ex-wife--- she was not a so-called beauty as thin as a telephone pole, nor was she a strong woman, but at the time I remember her as cute as a bear rolling in the spring field, rolling around me, which was already infinitely close to nothingness, and finally knocked me down.

I was pulled a little away from nothingness.

Then he was pushed back even harder.

I can't remember or want to remember the reason for our quarrel now, we kept arguing, then reconciled, then arguing, and then reconciled, and every time the bond between us became weaker, every time the flame between us became a little smaller, every time the temperature between us became a little lower, and finally, when she was doing AI with another man, everything dissipated.

I returned to the army, was assigned to the military intelligence department, and began to receive intelligence training, during which I received an order to be in a group with Adie, and we kept learning to be AI, so the curiosity about sexual AI left by my previous marriage was also nothing.

In the end, what is stripped of in the military intelligence world is the sense of honor, because it is a world without honor, as you all know.

After that, it was the days of one of the MIS's Einsatzgruppen teams, and I got the nickname you know now--- Ted.

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"What did you get besides the flower name?" Pole, Qin Wuyang's former comrades-in-arms took the lead in breaking the long silence brought by Qin Wuyang's memories.

DORA, THE ELDEST SISTER, GAVE ME EVERYTHING THAT I HAD LOST, BELONGING, FRIENDSHIP, AFFECTION, LOVE, THE MOST PRIMITIVE SEXUAL DESIRE AND A SENSE OF HONOR, SHE WAS MY HOME, MY FRIEND, MY MOTHER, MY SISTER, MY LOVE, MY BED PARTNER AND THE BEING FOR WHOM I WOULD SPILL MY BLOOD。。。。。

Then I called for an air raid that completely ruined her life, ended her life, the dynamite blew off her spine, the shrapnel cut off her heart, the flames burned her body, but it was I who told her death.

"Why?" Hylut and Sister Ingrid asked in unison, and the twin sisters shook the tears in the corners of their eyes with a trilling sound of the same frequency.

"Because that was the last task she gave me。。。。。 Task, what I once thought was the only eternal thing, the last barrier between me and nothingness, the task she gave me--- to live, not to think about victory and defeat, not to think about right and wrong, not to reminisce about gains and losses, to live, to let go and live... ”

Qin Wuyang looked down at the ground, and in his vision, the phantom of the person lying on the ground 20 years ago appeared, and he gently spit out the name again:

【Dora….】

"Then, I'm relieved." Jessica got out of the way with a complicated expression.

"Ahh Qin Wuyang replied and continued to walk forward.

"Now, what's changed, I mean you and the walls of nothingness." Halimi stopped Qin Wuyang.

"Probably, that's a group of guys I care about, dead fat people who are trying to live in the cracks of the world, glasses with serious faces, people who are called lucky enough to burst but are helplessly forced to marry, who are already very old but still pretend to be young and chase their dreams, a genius boy who is obviously strong but has always lacked self-confidence。。。。。。" Qin Wuyang scratched his head after saying a lot of things under the stunned gaze of a group of people, "So, you have to live, you have to live a long life." ”

"Kill them and live!"

A roaring selfish but heat-filled voice erupted from Qin Wuyang's mouth.