This middle-aged man is indeed tired.

He had already walked almost all day before boarding the solar tram from Neuss to Düsseldorf, which would take him all the way to his destination. The tram slowly drove out of the station, the middle-aged man sat alone in the tram with not many people, his head resting on the back of the chair, as the tram progressed, he gently closed his eyes, and the nerves that had been tense gradually relaxed after the world turned black, and the fatigue of the journey was slowly eliminated.

A man's only wish is for him to catch up with what he has to do next. He was so absorbed in his mind that he could not seem to feel even the pain in his left arm, and his breathing seemed to calm down, which he felt was probably the best reward for his almost prayerful chanting. The tram runs along the west bank of the Rhine and heads for Düsseldorf. The middle-aged man fell asleep until the train vibrated slightly, and then the in-car radio woke him up.

"Ge Laozi...

The middle-aged man muttered, and after saying that, he was surprised to find that he still had a dialect accent to curse after brutal training and a long time.

After the middle-aged man finished cursing, his expression changed from surprise to silence again. He put one hand on the other that lay on his lap, and his fingers kept stroking what looked like a ring he was carrying, but in fact he was caressing something that was inlaid in the ring, something that had been rubbed so that almost nothing left was a mark. For years, he had struggled between erasing the traces of objects on it and keeping them, he had fallen on them and wept, and he had tried viciously to polish them with shoe polish, but to no avail, because each touch would take him back to the distant past.

At this moment, what came to his mind was a young student of the Federal Army Military Academy. The school was located in the territory of a former great eastern country, and at that time he was a student who was in high spirits because of his natural talent, and the ring-like ring still shone brightly. Recalling this, he seemed to feel the breezy autumn night in the valley again, and seemed to hear the vigorous sound of the school again.

Now, he feels as if it all happened a hundred years ago.

His name is Qin Wuyang, and he was a major in the Federal Army's elite Frontline Intelligence Operations Command School, and he was wounded while resisting invaders in the blazing desert, and he was rewarded internally. As a result of multiple bullets on his body, he was sent from the Federal Army's intelligence reconnaissance unit to the army's intelligence agencies to work for several years as a civilian to recuperate, where it was supposed to be quiet and safe. In the past few years, he has rarely left that small island in the Pacific, where he has done some low-level intelligence work as a translator and trained new recruits.

Until yesterday, he got word of the blue cosmos radical raised by the dog.

Thinking of this, he felt that his left arm could not help but twitch, and the imprint of the shape of a row of long strips on his shoulder, which looked like a gradually rising key, twitched with it, and the surge of muscle made the mark look like a musical scale--- which was the reason why his combat detachment got the nickname "Seven Colors", but in fact, the emblem symbolized several fists raised side by side, high and low.

Together, clench and smash into the enemy's iron fist.

Everything was shattered by that extreme unit of the blue cosmos, and today is the beginning of revenge.

There is no ideal, no goal, no justice, only a raging rage, as for this is a part of the big plan to smash the blue cosmos, Qin Wuyang can't control it, he just wants revenge.

You wait for me, Blue!

Bruce. Stoles never trusted anyone, not even his superiors, subordinates and loved ones, and this stubborn consciousness has become part of him. Blue cosmos' years of education and training by the Ministry of Security, as well as all kinds of experiences, have made his stubborn consciousness deeply ingrained and can no longer be shaken. So although this incident was very important, he also maintained an attitude of disinterest in those words, keeping his only concern about whether it would bring him any danger and whether he would expose his identity.

Bruce. Eugene. Strauss drove an Audi to Düsseldorf in the morning. Before setting off, he made all the anti-surveillance preparations, from nanobot injections to wigs, just in case. It's his professional instinct: he notices it before the scheduled itinerary is revealed, and he can avoid it in time.

Along the way, he adopted a chaotic and circuitous approach--- sometimes turning around or stopping in a different direction as he was walking. Outside a small town, he stopped his car and walked into a roadside restaurant, went to the bathroom and changed into a special mustache, wig, glasses and a fake birthmark made of ultra-thin material. Five minutes later, he came out of the kitchen as if they were two. At the back of the hotel, there was a new car prepared for him by the passage of blue cosmos, and he jumped into the car and left.

A few hours later, Bruce arrived in Düsseldorf, and instead of getting out of the car, he kept smoking and observing the joints. Police cars on patrol duty passed by the two black solar-powered cars on several occasions. On one occasion, the policeman looked at the man in the car with impatience and a coldness peculiar to the police, thinking that he was waiting to pick him up--- the policeman did not expect a pair of nervous and wary eyes to follow him until he left. The owner of these eyes could always look at him with those eyes full of hypocrisy and provocation, and then kill him intently.

Any untrained person who tries to do anything to Bruce will die miserably, for example, if someone tries to approach Bruce's car from behind or from the side like a police officer, that person must be doomed--- there is a short-barreled shotgun hidden in the driver's door next to the car, an opening in the back edge of the door, the muzzle of the shotgun is facing the hole, a pull rope with one end with the trigger attached to the other, and the other end under the dashboard. As long as Bruce sees someone approaching in the rearview mirror, the bullet will kill the person who approaches him before he can fall to the ground as soon as he opens the door.

The police of Düsseldorf if they knew that the guy he spared was the Bruce of extreme power within the blue cosmos wanted by the whole federation. Strauss's words must have been surprised, this guy with the code name Blue is also only known in the federal intelligence agencies, and most of them do not know about him. He is only known to be bold, good at training and adventurous. This man is extremely murderous and dangerous, often able to choose unexpected but compelling targets and do so.

Now, the man was watching the station of the long-distance electric train until a man appeared in his field of vision. See his connector Roland. Maia appeared in the field of vision, Bruce's vision moved slightly, and at that moment, Qin Wuyang, who did not notice the enemy's sight, squeezed into the flow of people and blended into the shadows of Düsseldorf. After that, Bruce also started the tram and left.

On the eve of the destruction of the blue cosmos, Bruce. Eugene. Strauss and Qin Wuyang each headed towards the interior of the ancient city with no concern for the task and a fiery purpose.

(To be continued)

PS: Put less first.,See how it works.,If it's good.,More next time.,If it's not good.。。。