Prologue and bullet marks

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I love the feeling of freezing the picture on film.

Stray bullets swept past him with a scorching breath, and Su Qin continued to press the shutter unmoved, recording the two groups of militants roaring and shooting at each other. They are from the same people, but they are fighting each other because of some small problems. At least, in Su Qin's opinion, the dispute that arose from believing in the name of the god was simply uninteresting and childish.

"Hey, Chinese boy, you don't want to die!" The fellow Yankees lay on the ground and yelled loudly. The stout creature cowered under the half-collapsed low wall, fending off stray bullets flying everywhere. The swarthy complexion added an extra layer of security to him at night.

"Wait a minute." Putting away the camera, Su Qin lowered his head and straightened the strap of his backpack. In the next second, three bullets instantly hit the position of his head before he bowed his head, leaving bullet holes in a zigzag pattern. Waving his hand to clear away the choking smoke, Su Qin calmly walked to his American counterpart.

"Lawrence, the peacekeepers still haven't responded?" Sitting with his back against the wall, Su Qin shouted loudly to the Yankees lying on the ground. The sound of gunfire and explosions in his surroundings prevented him from raising his voice and repeating the same sentence several times.

"F(beep-)k, I don't know. The hellish Arabs and the natives have been here all afternoon, and the peacekeepers have gone to eat (beep-)? Lawrence cursed loudly in American English mixed with a lot of slang. As a war correspondent, although this is not the first time he has gone deep into the battlefield. But this one, being separated from your teammates and caught up in a sudden local conflict like this is a new experience that has never been seen before. If he hadn't met his young colleague from China, Martin, a well-known war correspondent in New York, would have been beaten to death by a mob like a wild dog.

In this chaotic region of Central Asia, atrocities such as robbery and murder can occur at any time. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lawrence would never have believed that a foreigner could travel the land alone at will. Even a time-tested veteran like him would most likely travel with the army when he went out to collect materials.

And the young Chinese in front of him, according to him, has been wandering around alone for weeks. When asked how he avoided dangerous militants, he answered intuitively. Oh, my God. Is this guy a madman? That's what he thought at the time. However, when he saw the dozen rolls of film in the other party's hand and the memory card fully loaded. Lawrence had to make sure that he really seemed to be meeting some incredible person.

In the following journey, he saw this young man with himself as if he were a god helping to dodge the sudden appearance of armed thugs in advance. Now they are just a step away from the camp where the peacekeepers are located. However, the sudden outbreak of the armed conflict in front of them forced the two to temporarily avoid the edge and wait for the best time to cross the combat area.

"What's next?" Lawrence asked bitterly, swallowing his saliva. Almost, just a dozen kilometers away, he was able to return to the safety of the camp and drink the terrible but hot melted coffee. Hell, can't those guys wait another hour or two to fight? So anxious to see Allah.

Lawrence roared angrily in his heart. He pulled out a crumpled cigarette and hesitated for a moment but didn't light it.

"It seems...... We need to take a little risk. Su Qin looked at the battle situation in front of him and said casually, his tone was relaxed as if he was inviting others to camp in Central Park.

"Hey, hey, Chinese brother, you're not going to go straight through that city, are you? Don't forget that those guys are already fighting in the streets. Lawrence glared at his temporary companion.

"No problem, trust my instincts." Su Qin said as he pulled out an old revolver from under his armpit. This is the collection they had previously found in the mansion of a wealthy Arab merchant. Unfortunately, the owner of the collection drowned in a pot of mutton soup, and all the reflective things in the house were swept away by the thugs who broke into it, leaving behind a dilapidated looking collection.

"But...... There's no bullets in there. Lawrence hesitated for a moment, but then couldn't help but ask the most crucial question.

"It's enough to scare people." Su Qin wiped the rust on the barrel of the gun and said casually.

Looking at the pistol that was about the same age as his grandfather, Lawrence had to sigh that the other party must be a madman, and he who trusted this guy more and more might be half-crazy.

"Oh, God forbid, the only thing I can count on is you." Drawing a cross respectfully on his chest, Lawrence vows that this is definitely the most pious prayer of his life. After entering the city, the two realized that the place had fallen into a huge chaos due to panic. At any turn, a thug with a gun could jump out and open fire.

After more than half an hour of detouring, Lawrence could not remember the first time he had knocked out a thug with a brick with his back. Led by that strange Chinese, they were able to appear behind the enemy "exactly" every time. It was almost as if an angel was whispering in his ear, Lawrence gasped and thought deliriously.

Not far away, Su Qin was holding an antique revolver without a single bullet against the back of a militant and whispering something. They had a quick conversation in the local Pashto language. After a while, Lawrence was surprised to see that Su Qin actually put away his pistol and let the other party go, and the militant also turned around and saluted him very enthusiastically. Led by the militants, the two men soon made their way through the neighborhood they had occupied, and under the respectful gaze of the other man, they entered the area occupied by the other group.

Lawrence walked dozens of meters with a strained face, until the group of militants waving in salute disappeared around the corner, and then he let out a long breath and asked in a shocked tone: "Hell, what did you just say to them?" Those fanatics just let us go like that? ”

"Oh, I just casually said a verse from the True God Cult, and judging from his response, the other party believes in the Shitu sect. Then, pretending to be members of their sect, he told them that we were both strapped with high explosives and intended to surprise the damned group of infidels on the other side. Su Qin explained nonchalantly after untying the Arab turban that concealed his Asian identity, and put the manuscript scriptures given to him by the militants into his backpack.

"That's what they believed?" Lawrence asked in surprise, although he had long lost hope in the intelligence of those religious maniacs, but this simple and rudimentary scam could work?

"Well, I'm very sincere." Sitting on the ruins, Su Qin didn't care about the sound of artillery in the distance, took out dry food and a kettle and began to replenish energy and water.

"Oh God, I feel more and more like I'm in some third-rate novel." Faced with his companion's calm and watery attitude, Lawrence felt that his three views were once again strongly impacted. But as long as he can go home and see those annoying little bastards, even if he is asked to stay in a mental hospital for a few weeks, it is not unacceptable.

"Perhaps, in fact, we owe most thanks Mr. George Eastman of the open-shaft film." Su Qin smiled strangely.

"Huh?" Lawrence looked at the other party in confusion, and in the face of his puzzled eyes, Su Qin didn't explain much, just silently lifted his heavy black jacket. I saw several rolls of cylindrical shaft film stacked tightly on top of each other. On dimly lit nights, these little round creatures look very close to some dangerous chemicals, such as **la, rdx, **la, ddnp, etc.

"Got it?"

"......" Lawrence nodded stiffly, not knowing if this guy was a madman or a genius.

Suddenly, the shrill shouts of young men were heard not far away, accompanied by the sound of continuous fire from automatic rifles. The two glanced at each other and ran towards the place of the incident in unison. When passing a corner, Su Qin suddenly stopped and pulled Lawrence back into the corner. Almost at the same time, dozens of bullets instantly hit the opposite wall with a popping and piercing sound. The scene in front of him made Lawrence break out in a cold sweat. As long as Su Qin was half a second late, he would be beaten into a freshly baked honeycomb cake.

Although he escaped, the next Qiē made Lawrence unforgettable for the rest of his life. He saw Su Qin's body shake, and there was a look of shock in his eyes, as if he had seen some incredible scene. Then, the strange year-old loved one took a deep breath and walked around the corner in the direction the bullet had come from. Lawrence watched in amazement as the other man left the alley, and after a moment of confusion, he strode after him. Not far from the alley, a white Pashtun boy was holding an AK and looking nervously at the two. In front of him lay the bodies of several militants, behind him a middle-aged woman lying in a pool of blood.

"It's a boy soldier." Lawrence said nervously.

"No, it's a child." Su Qin raised his hands and walked towards the other party.

"a&......#%#*" The young soldier shouted loudly in the indistinct vernacular of the local, his tone full of madness and pain.

The next second, the rifle fired. The young soldier closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, and the bullets that escaped the chamber of the gun kept flying past the two men. Lawrence fell to the ground in horror, but Su Qin continued to walk forward unmoved, bullets roaring past him but not stopping him in the slightest. The rifle soon came out of the empty compartment with a clicking sound, Su Qin calmly walked to the young soldier and reached out to hold the hot barrel, the palm without gloves quickly made a burning sound of flesh and skin, Su Qin slowly pressed the muzzle of the gun quietly.

"It's okay, it's going to pass." Rubbing the other party's messy short, Su Qin said softly.

"Hell, you're hurt!" Hearing the gunfire stop, Lawrence staggered to his feet. He saw that a reddish-brown mark behind Su Qin's back was constantly expanding, and he couldn't help but shout loudly in horror.

"Ha, it seems that my instincts are not 100% trustworthy." Su Qin smiled bitterly and sat down on the ground. Although blood continued to flow from his body, he was still using the local dialect to comfort the panicked young soldiers in front of him.

"It's just a young soldier, why ...... you" Lawrence frantically pulled out his first-aid kit, trying to stop the blood gushing from Su Qin's waist.

"Maybe he can be the one who will change Central Asia." Su Qin lay on the ground with a sloppy look in his eyes, but there was an inexplicable firmness in his tone.

"What nonsense, do you think you are a prophet of the True God Cult?" Lawrence tried in vain to plug the towel on Su Qin's wound, but the red and black blood still kept flowing out.

"Of course I am a prophet, but I am not of the True God." Su Qin lay on the cold ground and forced a smile to himself.

"To hell with your instincts!" Lawrence roared and dumped the first aid kit in turn, pouring out all the medicines, trying to figure out what was useful.

"Oh, Lawrence, don't forget to take my film, and the Pulitzer Prize will be handed to you." Facing the companion who was about to turn the medicine, Su Qin pretended to be proud and said:

"Soul light, you can get that kind of thing yourself." Lawrence swept the items off the ground and said angrily. Although they have only known each other for a few days, this young man who always has a calm feeling on his face has left a deep impression on him. No matter what happened to the outside world? As always, he recorded all kinds of ugly and touching things born in the war. And every time I asked him why he was so calm, he always answered. "Because I want to...... End the war. Looking at the sky dyed red by the flames of war, Su Qin said in a calm tone. He took a deep breath, his gaze drifting as if he had seen a distant future.

"Using photographs to let people thousands of miles away understand the cruelty of war, so as to arouse their anti-war feelings. I really didn't see you as Rob? An idealist like Capa. Lawrence's face had a mixed expression. As with most war correspondents. A large part of the reason he came to the war-torn land was because of the high salaries paid by the news media......

"I was originally just a pragmatist who wanted money, if it weren't for ......," Su Qin said helplessly with a bitter smile.

"Listen up, Lawrence. You take the imp to the east for a hundred meters, dodge a wave of militants, and then continue to move forward for two hundred meters. There you'll find a pickup truck with no car keys attached, and you'll be able to drive two kilometres north along the road to meet the peacekeepers stationed there. Then you will be safe. Su Qin gritted his teeth and uttered a long list of inexplicable words, while fleeting visions of the future kept emerging before his eyes.

"Hey, hey, who do you think you are! Don't talk nonsense, I'll carry you the rest of the way. Lawrence screamed as he threw his fist on the ground.

"Heh, you're just thinking that I'm a Jedi who can see the future. It's useless, the bullet has pierced my liver just now. In less than a quarter of an hour, I would die of blood loss. So...... Don't waste your efforts. Su Qin looked at the sky covered by gunsmoke and said quietly.

"I like the Sith more than the Jedi." Lawrence whimpered, clearly aware that the young man in front of him had come to the end of his life.

"Hey, are you also a Star Wars fan? It's a pity, I would have talked to you more if I had known. Su Qin smiled and said a little tiredly. He reached out and touched the head of the young soldier who had been crying. His consciousness blurred, and the cries and cries in his ears moved away from him.

【Zizi...... Do you want to ...... Multiply...... Possess...... Multiply...... A new life...... Multiply...... ? The shadow of death gradually covered Su Qin's eyes, and suddenly strange words came from his ears.

"Why...... No. In the darkness, Su Qin struggled to open his eyes and smile and say an affirmative answer.

In the next second, everything was silent, and the heavens and the earth were turned upside down.

A hollow white light dragged Su Qin into the intricate turbulence of time and space.

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