Since returning from Shanmen at the age of 15, I have had many fights with Zhou Zheng and Chen Chong.

But for me, it's all a 'joke' thing, because I keep in mind the master's lesson: 'What you learned in the mountain gate is not for you to fight bravely with ordinary people, if so, you don't want to recognize you as my disciple.'" Of course, in the case of a life-and-death crisis, let's resort to a qiē method. ’

Later, even though I was really no longer recognized as a disciple by him, I still did what he said.

It's not just that, it's a lot of things, right?

And the incident of the cat demon broke these rules for me, because it was already a life-and-death crisis, right? But this is indeed the first time that someone has taken the initiative to use a knife.

I thought I would have scruples, but the moment the knife was swung out, my heart was calm, either be merciful to the end, don't make a move, and once I did, I would be decisive.

As for this, there is only one criterion for measuring this matter, and that is as long as you are right.

This antithesis includes situation, emotion, reason, and even moral judgment, rather than simple right and wrong.

Once identified, hesitation is ridiculous.

So my hand is very steady, and the speed of the knife light I bring is like a piece of light, and my gaze is also cold, I only know that I must escape from this predicament.

In the face of the knife that I suddenly swung, the fierce man's face finally had three scruples, and then there was shock, because the speed of the knife was so fast that he couldn't avoid it, and in his haste, he could only choose to block his abdomen with his arm, and then block my knife.

'Brush', which was originally a knife stabbed at the abdomen of the fierce man, was blocked by his arm, and under his tremendous strength, my arm was also deflected, and the original stabbing action became a slash from his arm.

Both of them are real fights, and neither of them will have half a point of retention in strength and speed, although the movement is deformed, but the force of this stroke is not small, and the knife light is everywhere, and the bright red blood immediately overflows from under the skin, and the flesh and skin are rolled along the trajectory of the blood.

This wound is definitely not shallow.

However, the fierce man didn't even frown, and I sighed in my heart, 'It's so ruthless', speaking of which, this is the real person who is good at fighting, right?

This person is a hard stubble, and my heart is even colder, one hit misses, what kind of opportunity do I want to create again? Time can never be delayed, and once the fight starts, it will definitely be me who suffers.

Ironically, I didn't have a chance at all, because in the next second, he dodged, dodged my attack, pulled something out of his body, and pointed it at me.

I've never eaten pork, I've seen pigs run, I don't think he pointed at me with a toy gun, for a man with such a temperament, think it's a joke that he took out a toy gun to intimidate you?

"I didn't expect you to recover so quickly, and you have two brushes that can hurt me." He pointed his gun at me, and just like that, he pushed me into the room and closed the door.

I am silent, no action decisive does not mean recklessness, I have to fight hard in the face of a gun, even if my life is worthless, it is not such a 'luxury and waste'.

I don't know what he's going to do? Is it killing me now? Or are you going to hold me hostage? But if you think about it, the first assumption is impossible, if he were going to kill me, he would have had a lot of opportunities in the fight just now.

If so, it's not the worst and I'm calming down a bit.

As for what he's going to do with me? It's not something to think about now, because I'm not a god and can't block bullets, and I can't change the situation for the time being.

The cold barrel of the gun pressed against my forehead, and the fierce man sneered, and then, the cold and stiff butt of the gun knocked on my head without hesitation, and I only heard a dull 'bang', and there was a sharp stinging pain in my brain, and then a dull brain as if it had been stirred.

I gritted my teeth and felt a stream of heat emerge from my scalp, then wet my hair, flowing past my eyes, and the world turned into a bloody patch of vertigo, but I tried to stand upright, and my eyes still looked at the fierce man without evasion.

People should know the times and do things.

But you can't throw away some of your own things for the sake of so-called current affairs, such as 'self-esteem' and 'integrity', especially when facing the enemy, it's best to stand up straight and have something, and it will really be lost and lost into a habit until there is no more.

And without these things, what is the meaning of living in the world? Is it just to live? In the first life, when you become a touch of loess and an empty air, will you feel ashamed?

"I don't like the look in your eyes." The man seemed annoyed by my gaze, and without warning, the butt of a rifle slammed into my head.

"Hmm." I let out a low cry and staggered back two steps, standing up straight again with the support of the table over there.

The man looked at me coldly, stuck out his tongue, and licked the wound on his arm, as if only such a ridiculous gesture could show his ferocity.

"Don't doubt it, it's a real guy." The man saw that I was standing up straight again, and finally there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, and he shot at the bed of the little hotel, and with a muffled sound, a 'hole' appeared in the sheets, and the bag I put on the bed shook twice.

"I didn't doubt it." I wiped a handful of blood from my face, and after I calmed down, I finally said a word, this is also an attitude, I am not afraid of him.

"If it weren't for the fact that time was of the essence, I really wanted to accompany you through two tricks. But now," he said, raising the gun in his hand as if he was about to shoot.

I sneered, undaunted.

"Not afraid of death?"

"You're just an errand guy, do you dare to kill?" I ripped off a sheet and wiped the blood from my head.

"It's a smart man. However, if you resist more fiercely, I have the right to make you a cripple for the rest of your life, but that would be too troublesome, and I have to find a way to get you out. As he spoke, his gaze returned to coldness, and he also ripped off a piece of the sheet and bandaged the wound on his hand casually.

Then he said, "Then don't trouble each other, come with me." Don't try to resist, I'll dare to shoot anywhere, really, I don't lie to you. ”

I didn't speak, I just turned around and walked to the toilet, washed my face and head, I don't doubt his words, but it doesn't mean that I really believe it, I really don't dare to resist, as long as I go out on the street, I still have a chance, right?

When I wiped my face and hair, the man sneered, thinking that I really recognized the form and would not resist anymore, and began to urge me to go.

I walked out of the room without saying a word, but as I walked down the hallway, I asked, "It's a mess here, aren't you afraid of trouble?" ”

"Do you think you dare to shoot in the downtown area, and the matter of such a small hotel can't be handled?" He seemed to feel amused.

And my heart is cold, arrogant to this point? So what kind of existence will my enemy be? I struggled alone, really like a helpless lone wolf, alone in the face of the overwhelming encirclement and the countless muzzles of gun.

I feel a little sad, but I'm not afraid, if I have to die, why not die heroes? At the very least, I have to see who my real enemy is.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the somewhat empty corridors in the afternoon, and I asked, "Who is the boss who sent you?" It's not that you don't have the guts to say it, do you? After all, it's a dying fish. ”

"Dying doesn't mean dying. Don't try to use this trick on me, don't say that when you're on the battlefield, even when you're training, it's useless to me. His voice was full of sarcasm.

However, in this era of peace, where do the Chinese people still need to go to the battlefield? If there is, there can only be two identities, one is a real soldier, to do international aid, but the kind of battlefield that is faced is definitely not cruel.

The other kind of person who rushes to the front line can only be an identity - mercenary!

Shoot mercenaries against me? What is this?

I was in front and he was behind, and we began to be silent and walked downstairs to the hotel together.

A young man with a plastic bag passed by and didn't notice us.

There was no change in my expression, and the mercenary naturally didn't notice the young man, and we just passed by like this, like an ordinary encounter.

But if that mercenary could sense my heartbeat, he would be alert to this usual passing, but alas, he couldn't.

My expression was calm, but my heart seemed to beat out of my chest, and I passed by briefly, and my gaze only lingered on his collarbone for a fraction of a second, where there was a visible scar.

His identity couldn't be clearer, he was asked by Qin Hainian to send things, and the young man who had a relationship with me - Zhang Yihui.

I don't know if he recognized me, at least his expression didn't change in the slightest, and he didn't leave a second on my face as he walked towards the stairs as I walked out of the hotel.

The sun outside the hotel was scorching, but my heart was getting colder.

The sun outside the hotel was scorching, but my heart was getting colder.

Just because, I found that this relatively remote street, among the few people, a few people standing in different directions stared at us who came out of the hotel, where we were, there was a faint encirclement, and a white van was parked on the side of the street not far away.

It all shows that there don't seem to be many chances for me to escape.