Retracting his fist, He Mu glanced at the red mark on his fist, and faintly realized something in his heart.

Combat experience is really something that can only be obtained by constantly fighting, and there are no shortcuts.

Because combat experience not only includes the methods and strategies when fighting, but also the perception of one's own strength.

For example, even if he is now fifty combat power, and someone else cuts it with a kitchen knife, he will still subconsciously dodge.

Because subconsciously, he is afraid of the kitchen knife, even if he can easily break the kitchen knife, he can't escape that psychological shadow.

And by constantly fighting, you can gradually eliminate this subconscious and explore your true limits.

Like that punch just now.

With a few more punches like that, he might dare to use his fists to hit something hard.

That's combat experience.

......

The three sisters and brothers of the Wei family next to him chattered, He Mu didn't listen to it, and after he finished summarizing in his heart, three people from the special operations team not far away rushed over.

"What about the dead?"

"Inside. Wei Lan pointed to the second floor of a building next to him and said with some sadness.

Hearing this, the three members of the special task force immediately carried the stretcher into the building, while He Mu and the three sisters and brothers of the Wei family followed.

When He Mu walked to the door of the house, two members of the special task force had already walked out carrying stretchers.

There was a corpse on the stretcher, covered with a white cloth, which was stained red.

Seeing this scene, He Mu's heart suddenly became heavy.

Walking into the house, in addition to a large pool of blood at the door, there were also wisps of blood that formed a route and stretched in the direction of the bedroom.

Walking inside along the bloodstains, He Mu came to the bedroom.

The safe room of this family is inside the bedroom, and looking at the bloodstained route, it is obvious that someone has been injured and struggled into the safe room.

This made He Mu's heart move, and he blurted out: "Are the people inside still saved?"

The sigh of one of the remaining Einsatzgruppen members can be heard from the safe room.

"Well, see for yourself. ”

He Mu was slightly stunned, and then walked into the safe room.

The Einsatzgruppen inside raised the lights, and the previously dark safe room became very bright.

Seeing the scene inside, He Mu's pupils continued to contract, and his breathing unconsciously became short.

Inside, there was a young woman, leaning on the edge of the safe house, with a large opening in her belly, surrounded by blood, and in her arms, there was a blood-stained swaddling baby, in which a baby was sleeping.

"She'......"

He Mu pointed at the woman, and subconsciously wanted to ask if there was any help.

At this time, Wei Lan's voice came from behind.

"When I came, she was already dead from blood loss. ”

......

Hearing this, He Mu exhaled deeply and looked at the baby with sympathetic eyes.

Unbeknownst to it at this time, it had become an orphan.

"Get the baby out, she's holding the ground tight. ”

The Einsatzgruppen whispered.

"Hmm. ”

He Mu responded and stepped forward to help.

Just as he was about to pull away the woman's arm, the phone in the woman's hand caught his attention.

Because the phone screen is still on......

He Mu used a slight force, and the phone was in his hand.

At this time, the phone opened on the memo page, and there were a few slightly erranded words on it.

"The baby is a little vitamin D deficient, and the doctor said to get more sun.

......

He only likes to drink that brand of milk powder, the kind at home.

......

The baby is somewhat allergic to rubber.

......”

After that, the sentences became more and more chaotic, and He Mu could imagine that when he took out his mobile phone to type these words, this woman was already extremely weak and her consciousness was very blurred.

But in the end, she still typed a sentence clearly.

......

"The house is gone, the passbook is in the bedside table, the baby has no other relatives, find a good family for him, thank you very much." ”

......

Seeing this, He Mu only felt that his heart was hammered hard, and there seemed to be something blocking his throat, and he didn't vomit or feel unhappy.

It was at this moment that he realized what each urgent mission really meant.

It's not what he originally thought, it means punishing the murderer, it means money, city contribution points, and psychological satisfaction.

What every urgent mission really means is likely to be a human tragedy.

And after witnessing the tragedy, he found that seeing the miserable experience of the same kind brought him a sense of sadness that could not be erased by the benefits of the mission.

At this moment, he didn't want to hear the prompt of that urgent task anymore.

"Hoo ......"

Exhaled again, He Mu cut out the memo interface.

The mobile phone wallpaper is a group photo of a family of three, the man is in his twenties, smiling very honestly, the woman is also smiling brightly, among them, the baby who is now sleeping soundly in swaddling clothes is helped to sit up, pouting, and his face is full of reluctance.

He Mu didn't dare to look at this wallpaper anymore, and quickly clicked on the call log.

The call log shows that the call to the police was made twenty minutes ago, which means that at most twenty minutes have passed since the Weasel attack.

In just twenty minutes, the fate of a family was completely changed.

Ordinary people are so vulnerable.

"Is there any important information on your phone?"

Wei Lan asked on the side.

"See for yourself, the memo contains this woman's last words. ”

He Mu's voice was hoarse, and he put his hand in Wei Lan's hand.

Wei Lan watched it for a while, and it didn't take long for the sound of a video to ring on his phone.

Obviously, Wei Lan opened some things that shouldn't be opened, such as ...... Photo album.

"Look! This is my four-legged gold-swallowing beast! It's been two months today!"

"The baby tells the mother whether to love the father more or ......"

......

As if hearing the mother's voice, the baby in the swaddling clothes woke up, stretched out his little hand to the woman above who had lost his life, and grinned at the corners of his mouth, making a "giggle" laugh.

"It doesn't have to be like this. ”

He Mu couldn't stand it anymore, took the phone from Wei Lan's hand, and turned off the video inside.

A member of the Einsatzgruppen next to him took the baby from the woman's arms.

Wow wow wow......

All of a sudden, the cry was loud.

Wei Lan looked at the crying baby and said with difficulty:

"I ...... I should have come earlier, if I had been earlier, she might not have died...... Now this child is an orphan, just like me. ”

With that, she turned around and walked out.

A moment later, Wei Lan's voice could be heard crying loudly outside, especially clear in the silent night.

He Mu sighed in his heart.

This world makes some people have to be cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

For example, Wei Lan.

The swear words that blurted out, the grinning gestures, and the tattoos on the neck were just protective colors disguised for insecurity.

At the beginning, Uncle Li said that the three sisters and brothers were reliable, and he believed it.

Because of this, he never got angry because of some of Wei Lan's words and actions.

......

After a few moments, the crying subsided, and the stretcher was lifted up again.

Seeing that the special task force member was about to take the child away, He Mu asked softly, "This big brother, what are you going to arrange for this child?"

"Send him to an orphanage, if someone adopts him, then he will have a new home. ”

"What if not?"

"The state will raise him as a man. ”