She Miao was half-lying on the ground, staring at her father, who she hadn't seen for many years, for a few seconds.

Although according to the original plan, he should have a more handsome appearance...... But it doesn't matter.

He stood up, raised a hand and made a pause gesture: "I know you may not be in a good state of mind right now, but I still want to talk about ...... more than I do it."

She Duming was still expressionless, raising a palm, his fingertips dancing with an arc. She Miao reacted quickly, rolled sideways and flashed into the cover, and the current almost passed close to his body.

"Okay, talk with your fists, got it." She Miao pulled out her gun.

It's also chic for a father-son conversation after many years.

As he spoke, he leaned out from behind cover and pulled the trigger. She Duming moved nimbly, and the bullets exploded into sparks on the metal wall.

Daddy pressed one palm on a table, leaped from the table with ape-like skills, and kicked him in the face with a flying kick. She Miao shrank her head and flashed, trying to fight back with a handsome throwing gun, but was kicked away before the muzzle could be thrown into the right position.

He took off his firearm, but his free hand had already drawn a fighting dagger and swung two slashes at She Duming. But the old guy was very accurate from the distance, his upper body was slightly tilted, and the dagger was almost touching the tip of his nose. Then, at the moment when the knife slashed into the air, he immediately stepped up and slammed a palm on She Miao's wrist.

The current poured out, and the paralyzing feeling suddenly poured into the arm, She Miao involuntarily released her five fingers, and the dagger fell to the ground.

He never knew that his old man's fighting standards were so high. She Duming did not have a single superfluous action from beginning to end, and the tricks were connected smoothly, and the whole set of actions was natural.

It's as if the fighting move is like a complex chess game to him, and each move triggers the opponent's action and subsequent response is calculated. He is like a chess player with finger chess, and every time he lands, he counts the next seven moves.

After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, She Miao took a hard punch on the cheek.

The old guy's arm is quite powerful, and the strengthened arm strength is not covered. She Miao seemed to feel her cheeks sink deep in the direction of the fist, and blood with a salty and wet taste was thrown out of her mouth, and a poor tooth seemed to be loose.

Following his low kick, she cut back his right leg that he had just lifted halfway through with a kick that made his calf look like it was about to break in two.

The next punch was filled with an electric shock, and the electricity nearly paralyzed the pain. He thought he might have heard the click of the bridge of his nose breaking, but he wasn't sure, because there were hundreds of muffled thunderbolts buzzing in his ears. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The nosebleed was long, the whole body was covered with colors, and the pain was looming all over the body, but She Miao couldn't help but smile.

With blood in his mouth, he even choked himself twice, but he couldn't stop laughing, the kind that was very happy.

When he was kicked out, his back smashed through a flat mirror and fell into the debris everywhere, he laughed so hard that blood bubbled in his mouth.

It is very fatherly and filial piety.

She Duming's face was expressionless, and he pulled him up by the collar from behind, and his arm locked his throat from behind like a steel bar.

The standard bare strand cannot be solved once it is formed.

“...... Look here. ”

She Miao picked up the shattered mirror on the ground and placed it in front of her.

She Duming instinctively followed his movements and looked up, saw the fragment in his hand, and also saw She Miao reflected in the fragment.

Through the mirror reflection, the two eyes intersected.

True Eye, activated.

In an instant, She Miao felt as if her body had lost weight. His whole body fell into a pitch-black void, swirling in the vortex, and fell into the darkness on the other side.

Then he slammed into a familiar hallway.

She Miao got up and looked around a little dazedly. Familiar corridors, familiar doors and windows, furniture displays......

...... This is his childhood home.

As the initiator of the ability activation, he vaguely realized that it was his father or himself...... Or in the memory world that the two of them built together.

"And this effect...... This is unusual. ”

He muttered a word and made his way down the hallway. He stopped in front of his bedroom and gently pushed the door open.

He saw himself. The four-year-old self was lying quietly in bed, falling into a baby-like sleep. And She Duming was sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing his son's head lovingly.

She Miao never remembered seeing such a look on her father's face. His father was always cold, as if he never wanted to look at him more.

But he soon remembered that it had been many years ago. He was still young and many of his memories were blurred...... Maybe even the brain is more than the memory itself. Perhaps the few memories he had of his father were originally based on his imagination of later impressions.

She Miao pushed the door and came out, and it had turned into a pouring rain outside. He saw his childhood self crying and tugging at the man's clothes to prevent him from leaving, but he was ruthlessly pushed away. The man did not look back, and disappeared into the rainy night without hesitation.

He will always remember this night, because after that day the man never returned. But what he didn't remember was that the man with his back to him that day was actually crying, and the tears were mixed with the pouring rain and it was difficult to distinguish.

Why is that?

Because he vaguely guessed that his departure would probably be goodbye, and he was afraid that he would lose his fighting spirit once he turned back?

She Miao also saw a car that was popular at that time parked outside their old house. She Duming sat in the driver's seat, and in the co-pilot was his partner.

"Actually, you can go back and have a look, your little one." The partner said, "I can wait for you here." ”

She Duming shook his head: "No, the mission will not wait. ”

“...... You know, you can apply for scheduling. If you need time with your son or something......"

"It's okay, that kid can do it himself." She Duming grinned, "After all, it is my species, and it will definitely be better than his labor and management in the future." ”

“......”

She Miao stood in the exhaust of the car and looked at the distant shadow, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

He kind of wanted to say, if it's not Dad, do you want to be so confident? How can my boy be worthy of your confidence?

You grow up when you raise cubs when you water them, right? I haven't grown crooked or disabled in my life, that's pure luck.

Three times through the door without entering? Are you Dayu?

Do you want...... So handsome, huh?

He does sometimes fantasize that if only his father wasn't a gambler, but a superhero who was busy all over the world saving people. It feels handsome, too.

But now that the fantasy has come true, he finds that it seems to be all right.

Hero Daddy is handsome to say, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him. Unless he is pointed at the head by gangsters one day, he is still the child whose father does not love his mother and who grows up lacking love due to lack of calcium when he is handsome.

She Miao closed her eyes gently.

He felt back on the ground. What they had just seen seemed to be not short, but in fact, it was only in an instant, and the True Eye was activated, and they returned to reality.

He felt the arm around his neck loosen.

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and breathed heavily. When he looked up, he saw that the hollowness and chaos in the old man's eyes had disappeared and had been replaced by something else.

Glad? Grateful? Apologetic?

He wasn't so sure.

Those eyes were soaked with tears, and he couldn't see clearly.

She Miao controlled her urge to go up and hug him.

His face is blurred with facial recognition, and in She Duming's eyes, he should be a mysterious transcendent. He'd better keep it that way.

She Duming went limp, trying to calm his breathing.

"You have to ...... They must be warned ......"

"What?"

"Warn Tianyan, that assault team ......" She Duming got up and suppressed his emotions, "There is a very terrible thing locked up in this base...... And it may have gone out by now. ”