Qinhuang Island, a beach on Beidaihe River. The sky is very blue, and the waves are constantly lapping at the beach, making a slight swishing sound. Under the sun, there are many white shell fragments soaked in the foaming water, reflecting a little light, and not far away, A thick green tree tightly surrounds several elegant white buildings, forming a unique and beautiful seaside scene. In the center of this picture, there are several large open parasols. Under the umbrellas is a small white round table. Several beach chairs of the same color guard the round table in the middle in a plum blossom shape. It was approaching noon, the sun was a little strong, and few people were still staying at the beach. The only one here was a young man wearing sunglasses, shirtless, and only wearing beach pants. On the back of the chair, there is a long-sleeved dark floral shirt. There is no wind. The shirt lies there quietly and motionless. If it were not for the gentle waves surging again and again, this place would be a still landscape painting. The young man was lying on a deck chair, not under a parasol. He lay there sprawled out, letting the sun greedily caress his body without moving. His well-developed but well-proportioned muscles were exposed. It shows the infinite beauty of the human body. From a distance, anyone who takes a look at it will be moved by it. But if you look closely, I am afraid that few people can remain calm, because there are everywhere on that almost perfect body. It is covered with all kinds of scars, horizontal, vertical and diagonal, knife wounds, stab wounds and even gunshot wounds. There are probably dozens of wounds on the upper body alone. I don¡¯t know who has this body. This happens only after participating in many battles and experiencing life and death. The young man hadn¡¯t moved it for a long time. Those who didn¡¯t know it thought it was just a sculpture, and it was an old sculpture because the surface had been slightly damaged. A white seabird flapped its wings, flickering and landing on the round table, then took a few steps forward, staring at the endless sea in front of it, seemingly not regarding the person lying not far away as a threat. Suddenly, the young man moved. The seabird was startled and quickly flapped its wings and fled, leaving a feather falling near the round table. In just a flash, a feather that seemed to be still warm fell into the young man's hand. No one could tell how he got it. I believe that even in slow motion, it would be difficult to tell. After twisting the feather in his hand and looking at it for a few times, the young man threw it away and took off his sunglasses, his face full of desolation and reminiscence. Looking at his whole body, he moved the corner of his mouth and said an authentic Chinese curse, "You are a special number, but you still can't get a tan no matter how hard you tan!" The young man sat up and looked at the sea like the seabird. Indeed, , His golden wheat-colored skin is so refreshing and pleasing to the eye, but no matter how long he stays in the sun, his skin color will not become darker. The only thing that is not harmonious is the scars all over his body. He still can't tan. This is really a weird thing. Since he joined the army, his skin color has remained like this during countless intensive training to resist sunburn. It's not that his skin is as fair as ordinary people, it's just that Compared with other comrades who were tanned and almost turned into black loaches, this extremely healthy wheat-colored man was always so conspicuous in the queue, with a gleam of white among the dark spots. It was impossible not to attract attention. At first, including the instructor All his comrades-in-arms made fun of him, but later, as he became more and more fierce, no one made fun of him anymore. More and more people began to respect him, and even some were afraid of him, which finally won him He was nicknamed "Bai Wuchang". Thinking of such a nickname that affected his mood, the young man sighed slightly. The past events were like the tide in front of him, dampening his mood. After leaving the army and going abroad for five years, he originally thought that leaving the strict management of the military and no longer carrying out tense and dangerous missions. The free and comfortable life abroad would alleviate the inexplicable mania and murderous intention in his heart, and make the unfamiliar environment and ordinary life easier. The blood and evil aura on his body faded away like water. But he was wrong. Soon after leaving the country, he fell into bigger and more troubles again. He had to take action again and again, killing one life after another. Blood and screams, sin and hatred were always with him. During his sleep, he woke up countless times in his dreams. The uncontrollable mania and murderous intention became stronger and stronger, making him more and more unable to control himself. Later, he could not even have a peaceful sleep, not even a single night! Even his eyes turned red because he couldn't rest well, which almost made him go crazy. Yes, strictly speaking, he had encountered serious mental problems. When he really realized this At that time, it was already the tenth year since he entered the army at the age of sixteen, carried out his first mission, and killed his first enemy! When he finally admitted that he not only had a problem but also a big problem, he thought of many ways to recover.?, but after all, the foreign environment is not one he has been familiar with since childhood, and he has been deeply involved in the "jianghu". What he has to do every day is to harvest the lives of others and save his own life. Under such circumstances, it is impossible for him to truly After consulting some well-known psychological experts in Europe and trying to recover on his own for a long time without making any progress, he finally decided to return to China, to his most familiar hometown, to be an ordinary person in China, and try to slowly let go. His throbbing heart calmed down, perhaps, this was his only way. After making this decision, he spent several months to deal with the matters at hand as much as possible, reorganized his organization, and designated his deputy Cullen, a South African black guy nicknamed Black King Kong, as the "Thunder" military force. The commander and the industry were handed over to Wells, known as the Godfather of European Finance, while he quietly returned to the country. At this time, it had been ten years since he joined the army! This year, he is twenty-six years old! Last night was the first night after coming to Beidaihe. After falling asleep listening to the sound of the waves, he did not immediately dream of countless blood and massacres. Instead, some things that he thought were far away came to him in his dreams. In my mind In front of a thatched cottage on the ground halfway up the mountain, a boy in his teens could not stop practicing his fists and kicks. His body and head were dripping with sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. The dry land beneath him , there are round wet marks slightly larger than soybeans everywhere, all of which are the sweat he shakes and falls. Not far away, an old man with gray hair is packing a lot of things picked from the mountain. On the side of the thatched house, a lush large locust tree overlooks all this, trying its best to block more shade. Under that shade, there will be a curious girl with big eyes and two pigtails pointing upward. She looked at the boy with distress and always handed him a shabby towel and boiled water to cool down when he was resting The dilapidated street lights in the city flickered on and off, illuminating the youthful look of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. His austere face showed a bit of perseverance that was inconsistent with his age. Opposite him were dozens of gangsters wielding various weapons, and behind him was a long-haired man who shrank in fear with picturesque features. Looking at the girl, her hard and nervous fingers turned pale, and she hugged a drawing board tightly The dream flashed, and it turned into a lurking body in disguise, enduring mosquito bites, and unbearable hunger and thirst When he moves, he runs as fast as a cheetah, shoots like a catharsis, and every time the gun is lightly recoiled on his shoulder, he is burning with endless pleasure No matter it is the stimulation brought to him by the huge explosion impact, It was still the cold dagger that gently harvested the enemy's life, his eyes almost unblinking, and in countless scenes with strong destructive power, a man standing like a thunder god looked down at everything with cold eyes! Just like his name, Tang Jinglei, how many times he has looked down on all living beings and controlled the lives and deaths of many people. He almost doesn¡¯t remember it anymore. He only remembers the splashing blood, flying broken limbs, and the dark battlefield like hell in a dream. In the end, it always turned into smelly blood, which kept pouring out, soaking the entire earth and covering his eyes "Ling" - Sir, do you need a massage? We have the most gentle girl here. Son A harassing phone call interrupted everything. He picked up the phone and realized that he was already sweating profusely. Fengchen Girl is pervasive, and even the place of vacation in a certain central government in the central government also has the figure of Liu Ying everywhere. ¡ª¡ªI don¡¯t like evenings. How about mornings? Call me again at six o'clock! Without waiting for the other party to react, he hung up the phone, took out a cigarette from the bedside table, held it in his mouth, a flame ignited, the tobacco pipe screamed excitedly, and a cold and handsome face made people enchanted. The face lights up and disappears from time to time with the breath of the cigarette. After so many years, he has rarely dreamed about these things. Almost all of the scenes mixed in his dreams were scenes that caused death. But tonight, those past events passed through his mind so clearly, like a slow movie. The shaking old movie gnawed at the deepest part of his soul. Is it because I have been exposed to too many dusty past events recently? He asked himself, but there was no definite answer. The cigarette ashes fell on the carpet. At some point, the tobacco was completely burned out. As the last bit of light faded, the cigarette butt became cold. He got up, barefooted, walked to the bathroom, and turned the faucet to the maximum. Cold water poured down from the huge shower head with a diameter of more than 20 centimeters, pouring on his head and body, suppressing those old memories. Somewhere in my heart. Tang Jinglei, forget the past. A voice in my heart said, you are no longer a young and frivolous passionate boy, nor a secret weapon to fight enemies all over the world, nor a god of death who kills other people's lives without any scruples. You can no longer exist in the past,??Now, be an ordinary person and live an ordinary life, because you are also a "person"! I don¡¯t know how long it took, but when he returned to the bed, he touched the watch on the cabinet and took a look. The luminous green hands pointed to the early morning It was already very late, but he couldn't fall asleep again, so he had to sit on the wooden floor of the room and meditate into trance. Over the years, nightmares had disturbed his sleep, and he basically couldn't fall asleep well. If it weren't for the effects that meditation brought to his body, Panting, he couldn't hold on any longer. It's just that meditation is meditation after all. A period of meditation and practice can only relieve physical fatigue, but it cannot completely replace the complete relaxing effect of sleep. Therefore, Tang Jinglei is really helpless. He really wants to have a good sleep, just like ordinary people. He sleeps until dawn, but when can this simple wish come true? When I was a teenager, it was so easy and natural to realize this. I was tired all day long and slept like a dead dog at night. At that time, I never realized that it was a kind of happiness. Could it be that everyone is like this? When you can¡¯t get it anymore, do you realize how rare and beautiful it is? His breathing slowly became leisurely, his breath was looming, fine and long, and Tang Jinglei gradually fell into trance. When he was awakened by the sound of the phone again, it was already dark. Tang Jinglei opened his eyes, jumped up from the floor, picked up the phone that kept ringing, and a tired voice came from inside: ¡ª¡ªBrother, you You said you want it in the morning. What kind of girl do you like? I¡¯ll send it to you right away - No, thank you. I want you to call me in the morning. You just want to wake me up! Before the other party could react, he hung up the phone again and unplugged the phone line. After casually washing up, I put on a pair of colorful and baggy beach shorts, the legs of which were much above the knees. On top, I wore a long-sleeved dark floral shirt, kicked off my slippers, and went downstairs to have breakfast. There is no way, there are too many scars on the body and they are too conspicuous. If you want others not to be surprised, you can only cover them tightly with long sleeves. As for the few exposed places on the calves, as long as you don't look carefully, it shouldn't be a big problem, so he I always wear long-sleeved clothes, especially when I go out, and I never wear short-sleeved clothes. He had long noticed that the girl with a ponytail who was serving breakfast had been looking at him with eager eyes, just deliberately pretending not to know. To the girls here, such an outstanding young handsome guy, but It's hard to meet. Women long for the romance of chance encounters much more than men do. In other words, not only are men lustful, but women are also even more lustful. It¡¯s just that Tang Jinglei is not a handsome guy who likes to hunt for women. He is definitely not in the mood for women at the moment, so he doesn¡¯t care at all about the admiring looks of other girls. Avoiding those eager and expectant eyes, Tang Jinglei wandered over to the parasol and began to expose his skin. ¡ª¡ªWhy can¡¯t it be changed? Maybe the skin color that cannot be tanned is like some marks engraved in the soul that cannot be removed no matter what? Tang Jinglei looked at the sea. In the distance, the sky and the water were connected, just like his thoughts, which could not be cut off or separated Boom A grass-green GMC with a military license plate quickly approached the beach at the beach, scattered. Sand and dirt flew under the wheels and into the back of the car, forming billowing clouds of smoke. Tang Jinglei turned his head and sighed softly. He knew in his heart that it was completely normal for someone to find him. As long as the other party wanted to find him, he could not avoid it. Especially after he returned to China, so many people have been tracing his identity recently. Just before he came out, Minister Qin said that someone was tracing him, but even if others couldn't trace him, this person would. His former comrade-in-arms, Lao Xu, came here. When he was in charge of the "Military Assassin" team a few years ago, Lao Xu was the war room director of his special forces brigade with the rank of lieutenant colonel. In addition to the team members, everyone in the army knew that " There are definitely no more than ten people in the "Military Assassin" team and its operations, but this old Xu happens to be one of them. The car stopped more than ten meters away from him, and the rear door opened. Minister Xu jumped out in military uniform and greeted him with a smile: "Leizi, why didn't you contact me when you came back?" "Old Xu, I'm back. You should know what I mean without looking for you, but you don¡¯t know how to leave me alone?¡± Tang Jinglei straightened up, put on his long sleeves, glanced at Minister Xu, and lowered his lips: ¡°He¡¯s been promoted to General!¡± He pulled a white beach chair next to him and sat down: "I have been at the General Staff for four years, and I was only promoted this year when I became minister. If you had stayed in the army, you should have been promoted earlier than me!" "Come on, we are hereThose who work hard, have you ever seen anyone who was promoted to general, and a senior colonel is as good as the sky! " Minister Xu smiled speechlessly, looking a little embarrassed. What Tang Jinglei said was the truth. Since the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, very few people in the army have been promoted to generals. In peacetime, even if they are promoted, most of them are from various ranks. The chief officers or political commissars of the army are the ones who never have their turn to go out to perform tasks. Regardless of whether these guys are working hard, with their heads in their waistbands, they may be glorious at some point. But no matter how good the job is, no matter how much sacrifice is made, it means getting a military exploit, a small bonus, and at most being promoted to a colonel. Even those famous special brigade chief officers are senior colonels. At the end of the day, if you want to go further, you must change your position, or take a part-time job after being transferred elsewhere. Take Minister Xu as an example. When he was in the special brigade, his highest military rank was lieutenant colonel. As the director of the war room, this It was already a special promotion, and there was basically no possibility of advancement. That is, a year after Tang Jinglei left, he was transferred to the General Staff, and he started his promotion path again. It was not until the first half of this year that he was appointed to the Fifth Department of the General Staff. Minister, and then finally became a general, but from the day he entered the General Staff, he was no longer a member of the special brigade. In their previous words, he was already someone who worked hard and sat in the office reading newspapers. The difference was completely changed to a civilian position. In this way, he was really different from his former comrades. Minister Xu took out a box of specially provided cigarettes, handed one to Tang Jinglei, took one in his mouth, and then lit the fire respectively. , ignored what he just said, took a sip, and asked again: "Since you choose to return to the country, you should consider that you will be involved in the previous things again. Since the country is looking for you, there must be something wrong. Don't you know it knowingly?" "He knows the other person's temper very well, and he must act like he didn't hear some words, otherwise he will only be the one to cause trouble. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)