The task of quelling the unrest in the border area lasted intermittently for a month. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoDuring this month, Aofeng has seen how the vicious thugs can tear an entire family apart in an instant; The eyes of the homeless orphan who were successfully rescued were full of anger and despair.

Whenever this happens, Aofeng thinks of his sister. She was about their age, and the growing tension made him worry about it. Aofeng had approached his mother more than once to negotiate, begging them to leave with his sister, and his mother was uncharacteristically resolute.

When the mother and daughter quarreled over this matter, Ao Xiaoshu would sneak out of the simple bedroom, hold Ao Feng's hand, and express her heart with actions. And, ever since listening to him that day, her eyes have always shone with a strange brilliance, repeating what he taught him:

"Brother, I don't want you to be a hero, I want you to be a bad guy!"

This sentence seems to have a magical power, melting Aofeng's iron-hearted heart, making him break away from the terrifying sniper role on the battlefield and become an ordinary brother, the brother in front of Ao Xiaoshu!

He eventually compromised. When leaving, Ao Feng left Ao Xiaoshu and his mother a 54-style pistol, he knew that this was a bit redundant, but at least he did it, he was at ease.

It was December 24, Christmas Eve. He will never forget what his mother said before leaving, wait for him to come back! Unexpectedly, this one-in-three hundred and sixty-fifth parting turned into an eternal farewell.

Due to the intervention of the special forces to which Aofeng belongs, the rebel thugs were immediately devastated. They all know the horror of this team, especially one of the snipers inside, who hides in the dense forests in the mountains or hides in the caves of the stone terraces, and often kills people invisibly. After a month, the number of thugs who died at his hands was not a hundred, but dozens of them. Shocked by the organized and deliberate mob organization.

Until one day, Aofeng's whereabouts were detected by the organization's eyeliner. Although he tried his best to hide himself, he still revealed his whereabouts. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and before Aofeng last admonished his mother.

His intuition told him that something had happened to his sister!

During a secret surprise attack on the frontline position, a strong sense of uneasiness made Aofeng flee without hesitating to disobey the orders of his superiors. Running on the asphalt road leading to the town on the Tibetan Highway, he realized for the first time that his heart was so fragile. The cookie-cut scenery on both sides of the road was blurred, and the mind kept repeating that a weak figure cowered in the corner, menacing with blood-stained blades.......

Rushing to the Tibetan town full of laughter and laughter in the past, a restless trace of tranquility in the air made his heart completely fall to the bottom. The sadness that I had never felt before poured into my heart little by little as far as I could see, and the wooden doors that had been cut beyond recognition by knives and utensils poured into my heart little by little. In a moment, he angrily picked up his sniper rifle and ran towards the small house where the family lived not far away.

Kicking open the half-hung wooden door, the first thing that caught my eye was the wide eyes of my father lying on the ground. A steel knife stuck in his chest, blood soaking the rusty handle and falling on his plain shirt.

Aofeng watched this scene with a painful heart, and couldn't bear to bend down and close the eyelids that seemed painful, and suddenly walked towards the two huts inside.

The long night on Christmas Eve was like a nightmare for Aofeng, and when he opened the door to his sister's bedroom in despair, he saw his mother lying in a pool of blood. The blood trail stretched all the way from the living room to here, and it looked horrible to see.

Seeing that his parents, who were still full of laughter and laughter in the morning, turned into two lifeless corpses, Aofeng, who had been living in the killing and was accustomed to seeing blood, knelt in front of his mother's corpse and cried bitterly. The humiliating and sad cry as if he had been bullied by his senior classmates came from an iron man who had started killing people at the age of sixteen, and he was like a sculpture, repeating the sorrow in his heart.

I don't know how long such a big man's cry lasted, and his heart suddenly called out a person's name: 'Xiao Shu! Proud Wind didn't even bother to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the calm, composed sniper stumbled out of the bedroom, shouting his sister's name while trembling towards the other bedroom.

He walked in fear and despair, like a sniper revealing his coordinates. Grief-stricken by the possible future of the scene that would be difficult for him to accept.

The moment the door was gently opened, the man who meant everything to him, the man he had sworn to protect since childhood, the man who threatened to make him a bad person—her sister, Ao Xiaoshu, lay quietly like a porcelain doll on the crumpled sheets. He saw her childlike innocent smile and the pale red blood that blended perfectly with the plateau red on her face.

Aofeng saw the blood spilling from the corners of her peaceful mouth, and he knew that it was too late!

She can no longer walk on the asphalt road of the Qinghai-Tibet line with his hand like a fart, and affectionately shout the word brother one by one; She could no longer push to debunk the clichés of the heroic tales of his stories; She can't watch his brother become the real bad guy anymore!

For a moment, Aofeng subconsciously thought that he was dead, and in front of him was the back of the whole family of three plus him silently leaving. But every time this set of images flashed, another one made him grit his teeth and couldn't bear to look at it directly—it was the process of his relatives being brutally murdered.

That night, the red-eyed Aofeng knelt straight down for the night, and the coffee-colored sniper rifle TAC-50 sniper was lying quietly beside him, like a silent guarded warrior. No one can imagine what kind of mental struggle he went through, just as no one knows where the bodies of the two extra Chinese special forces in the town came from the next day.

All the world collapsed before his eyes, the wails and screams of the war, and the soldiers' eyes mixed with disbelief and pleading were not enough to stir up the slightest wave in Aofeng's heart.

The sun shone through the dusty, cloudy glass on the blood-stained dagger. Aofeng pulled it out of the heart of a special soldier with an expressionless face, sent it back to his waist, and walked towards the door with the two rapidly cooling corpses like Shura.

From today onwards, there is no longer a hero in the world called Aofeng. Some are just demons armed with murderous weapons, a terrifying sniper!

The moment he stepped out of the room, Aofeng resolutely turned back. This bloody iron man didn't smile very well, but his iron-clad tone could not be ignored, and the solid arm carrying the sniper rifle formed a pathetic shadow silhouette.

"Brother promises you that from now on, you will be a bad person!"

On an unknown high-rise building in Moscow, the proud wind in black hidden under the night pushed down the pale yellow bullet casings that exuded temperature, repeating the words of the year in his heart, and his face that had been eroded by the war was full of tenderness.