At 7:30 p.m., a lavishly decorated conference room.

"Jingle bell" "Jingle bell" ...... The phone rings.

There were many people sitting in this unlit conference room, like a statue, silent and silent.

After the phone rang three times, someone raised their hand accurately, pressed the amplification button, and a male voice rang in the conference room.

"Subject 1 has been confirmed to be deceased."

In the conference room, sitting in the dark, the statue-like crowd listened silently, no one spoke, and after listening to the report, one of them reached out and hung up the phone, and asked in a hoarse voice: "This is the end of this matter?" ”

A simple sentence made some people's bodies move unnaturally in the conference room.

After a while, in the darkness, a calm voice said: "That's right, it's over, let's continue with other plans." ”

Opinions seemed to be unified, and soon, everyone got up silently, passed through different doors, and quietly left.

There were a total of four people in front and back, each of whom protected himself well, each wearing a mask, wearing wide clothes, and even the soles of some people's shoes were deliberately thickened so as not to be remembered for their height and size.

When they all left, there was only one person left in the dark conference room.

He sat in silence for a long time, slowly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it with a "horn".

When the firelight lit up, it illuminated his old face, a slightly frowning brow, and a slight scar on his right forehead.

……

7:50 p.m., Yamashiro Hospital.

"Squeak" "Squeak" "Squeak" ......

Three military jeeps broke into the parking lot one after another, rampage, splashing rain all around, and the sound of emergency brakes made the surrounding cars and people dodge.

Before the car had stopped, five people jumped out of the car one after another, all of whom were wearing federal uniforms, and the leader was a stout man with a hideous face and a frowning brow, and several people rushed to the outpatient building in the rain, with a fierce momentum.

Outside the building, several security guards stepped forward to stop them, and the leading soldier stood and said in a deep voice: "What? Don't let you see a doctor? ”

A security guard said: "The Wang family said that he is running errands tonight, and no one can disturb him, please go back." ”

"The Wang family? Can the Wang family cover the sky in the mountain city with one hand? I'm going to go in. With that, the leader stepped forward.

A security guard stepped forward to stop him, but before his hand could touch the soldier's arm, the soldier raised a kick, strong and heavy, as fast as lightning, and kicked the guard in the stomach.

The security guard's hand was still stretched forward, but it had been kicked into a prawn and flew out, with a "boom", his back hit the pillar on the side, and then slid down the pillar, bending his body and kneeling on the ground, retching.

Seeing this scene, the other security guards retreated in fright, and did not dare to step forward at all, and the stout soldier in military uniform led the way into the hall with a "hum", and the others followed closely.

After entering the hall, after looking around, the leading soldier came to the duty desk a few steps, dragged the nurse on duty, and asked, "A corpse was sent tonight, where is it?" ”

The little nurse saw what happened outside just now, her legs and feet were weak with fright, and she hurriedly said, "The corpses are all in the morgue." ”

"Morgue? Where is it? When the leading soldier heard this, his brows furrowed, and then asked.

The little nurse pointed to the back of the building and said tremblingly, "There is a row of bungalows at the back of the building, and the morgue is there. ”

Hearing this, the leading soldier gently helped the little nurse sort out her collar with his hand and said, "Thank you, let's go!" After speaking, the leader walked in the direction that the little nurse said, and the others followed.

……

7:50 p.m., Morgue at Yamashiro Hospital.

The door of the morgue of the mountain city hospital was slammed open, and a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses walked in, followed by three tattooed and yellow-haired men, each armed with a machete.

As soon as he entered the room, the middle-aged man said to an old man sitting in the room: "You, old man, where is Zhan Jingyi's body?" ”

"I don't know." The old man said without raising his head.

Hearing his words, a man with dyed yellow hair stepped forward violently, stretched out his hand to grab the old man's clothes, and said with a fierce look on his face: "Where is Zhan Jingyi's body!" Not to mention beating you to death. ”

The old man's face showed surprise, and he hurriedly said, "Who is Zhan Jingyi?" I don't know. ”

"Where is the body that was shot and killed tonight?" The middle-aged man frowned and said.

"Yes, in the morgue, the one in the middle." The old man hurriedly said, pointing to the room behind the duty room.

Hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged man waved his hand and walked towards the morgue, and the yellow hair pushed the old man hard and said, "Be honest." ”

Enter the morgue at the back of the duty room, a small room, a row of freezers against the wall, and three stretcher carts in the middle of the room, on which three body bags are displayed.

The room was very yin, cold and bone-chilling, and the smell of preservatives came faintly.

After the middle-aged man came in, he frowned, took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, covered his mouth and nose, pointed to the three stretcher carts with his fingers, and motioned for the three young people who came in to step forward.

A yellow-haired man stepped forward with a big grin, opened a body bag in the middle, and it was a woman who died in a car accident, half of her face was sunken in, and her face was covered with blood.

The yellow-haired man scolded and pulled the zipper, turned around and opened the body bag on the right side, and inside was an old man's corpse, his face was pale, his eyes were round, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were exactly the same as the yellow-haired man.

The frightened Huang Mao "kicked" a few steps back, almost sat on the ground, and the middle-aged man who was almost hit by Huang Mao scolded: "It's just a few dead people, what's so scary." ”

stepped forward to brush off the yellow hair, walked to the stretcher cart on the left, reached out and unzipped the body bag, a young man showed his face, his eyes were slightly closed, the corners of his mouth were smiling, there was a bloody hole in his eyebrows, and a knife mark in the corner of his left eye, which was the dead Zhan Jingyi.

Seeing his corpse, the middle-aged man's face became gloomy, looking at Zhan Jingyi lying there, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and said, "It's him, chop off your head for me, I'm going to take it to pay tribute to my father." ”

The yellow-haired man just now agreed, and moved forward with the machete in his hand, and the old man on duty just wanted to step forward to stop him, but was slapped in the face by another yellow-haired man, and he didn't dare to stop him when he retreated.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

A stout soldier in a federal uniform walked in, followed by four soldiers, and glanced at the scene in front of him and the stretcher cart, the zipper of the body bag was not closed, and his eyes suddenly shrank when he saw his face showing the battle scene.

The middle-aged man looked at the federal military uniform on the leading soldier and said, "The Shancheng Wang family is doing something, please let me go." ”

The leading soldier snorted, stretched out his hand, pointed to the body of Zhan Jingyi on the stretcher, and said, "What's going on?" ”

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, then stretched, and said with a smile: "This captain, this little matter is not under the care of the military, I am friends with the captain of the Shancheng City Defense Army, and we are our own people." ”

"I don't care who you know from, leave the corpse, you, get out!" The leading soldier took a step forward and came face to face with the middle-aged man, and the frightened middle-aged man hurriedly took a step back.

"Why! Don't think I don't know, you must be from the Heavenly Tigers, and this dead ghost is in the same place, I'm going to cut off his head today and take it to my father's funeral to pay respects, and you want to stop my Wang family? The middle-aged man said with a ruthless look on his face.

"Yes, I am a member of the Tianhu Special Combat Team, Jing Yi was once a soldier of the Tianhu, no matter how big the thing he committed, the Tianhu will bear it, hurry up and get out of me, otherwise, I will let you know why the flowers are so red."

The leading soldier crossed his hands together, and when he shook it, his fingers "clicked" and "clicked".

With his angry shout, the four soldiers behind him stepped forward one after another, and these soldiers were wrapped with thick blood, indicating that they were not ordinary soldiers, but people who often carried out life-and-death battles.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's eyes showed a trace of trepidation, but it quickly disappeared, and then a trace of cunning was revealed.

The middle-aged man glanced at Huang Mao on the side, and the fierce color in Huang Mao's eyes gathered, and a cold light flashed with the machete in his hand, slashing towards Zhan Jingyi's neck on the stretcher.

The next moment, Huang Mao made an "oops", and the machete drew a knife shadow in the air, and then fell to the ground with a "bang", and a soldier appeared beside him, staring at Huang Mao with bright eyes.

Just now, it was this soldier who made a decisive move, kicked Huang Mao on the wrist, and kicked the machete away.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the middle-aged man hurriedly took a few yellow-haired people, said a few cruel words, and left in a hurry, and the leading soldier stared at the middle-aged man and his party with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he did not stop him.

Seeing the middle-aged man and his party leaving, the leading soldier's fist slowly loosened, turned to look at Zhan Jingyi's corpse, and stood dumbfounded, tears falling from his eyes.

The leading soldier said in a trembling voice: "Zhan Jingyi, you bastard, won't revenge call your brothers?" You're a soldier king, and you're dead like this? Back then, the brothers faced hundreds of rebels in country A, and they didn't see you cowardly, do you want to die so much? ”

Speaking of this, the leading soldier stretched out his hand as if he wanted to slap Zhan Jingyi, but seeing his pale face and the smile at the corner of his mouth, the outstretched hand slowly fell.

Gently stroked the bullet hole in his eyebrows and the knife mark in the corner of his left eye, and said: "It wasn't you at the beginning, I died a long time ago, this scar is still left at that time, you have to avenge your death, let the brothers how to face her." ”

The leading soldier said while crying, and it wasn't until more than ten minutes later that his mood calmed down, he stood up and looked at Zhan Jingyi with a smile on the corner of his mouth, sorted out his clothes and hats, stood upright, and saluted, and the other four soldiers stood up and saluted together.

"Da Liu, you stay, and when the mission is over tomorrow, I will take you and Jingyi home." The leading soldier looked at Zhan Jingyi and said.

"Yes." A tall, thin soldier replied, and the lead soldier turned and led the others out of the morgue.

Soon, the sound of a car starting in the distance was heard, which gradually faded away and disappeared.