my body has no limits

Chapter 90 Returning to China
"Don't chase me any more!"

Zhuang Haiyang stopped Da Jue and others who wanted to continue to pursue, they had already achieved enough results.

Yang Ding stopped shooting after Cai Sujun ran out of his sight, and he did not join the team that continued to pursue from the beginning.

Enough people have died at his hands today, the speed of transforming from an ordinary college student into a ruthless killer on the battlefield is a bit too fast.

Yang Ding needs some time to calm down his restless heart, and he can't let the killing affect his state of mind.

"Uncle Zhuang."

"Well, you're not hurt, are you?"

Yang Ding came down from the tree and joined Zhuang Haiyang and the others, and everything was fine for Yang Ding.

"En." Yang Ding nodded.

Da Jue came over at this time, "Mr. Zhuang, let's leave here first, we will send someone to send you the wood on the mountain."

Originally, Zhuang Haiyang thought that he would come here to feel like a treasure hunt, but who knew that the treasure hunt turned into a war.

In fact, that's right, which treasure hunt can't meet some treasure protectors?

Since danger can be faced at any time here, and a gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall, Zhuang Haiyang agreed to Dajue's suggestion and returned to Xinwu City overnight.

"Gangzi, send someone to find out why Caisu knows about our actions, and why he dares to come and attack us?"

After Zhuang Haiyang returned to Xinwu City, he was taken to Wu Wendan's villa area. Wu Wendan expressed great concern about the two waves of attacks on Zhuang Haiyang and the others.

And said that the murderer will be found and revenge will be launched.

Zhuang Haiyang didn't agree or object. He needed an explanation for this matter, and the extent of the explanation was entirely up to Wu Wendan and the people behind him.

But he himself will find the place himself.

"Yes, third master."

Gangzi found a place to confirm that there was no surveillance equipment before contacting intelligence personnel and asking them to find out the answer Zhuang Haiyang wanted.

"Everyone go to rest. I was tired last night. Take a day off. We will return home tomorrow."

After such a thing happened, he was in no mood to stay in Myanmar anymore.

"Ah."

After Yang Ding responded, he and Xiao Zhuang went back to their rooms.

The first thing Yang Ding did after entering the room was to take a shower.

Although the blood-stained coat had been thrown away, he still felt sticky and had a strong smell of blood.

After one flush was not enough, he soaked in the bathtub again.

Lying in the bathtub full of foam, Yang Ding slowly closed his eyes.

All the things he experienced yesterday flashed before his eyes like a movie.

But this movie is definitely not 48 fps, not even 24 fps.

Just like connecting photos one by one, every frame stays in front of Yang Ding for a while before jumping to the next one.

The most framed image in these photos is the moment when he shoots the gun.

If there was another person in the photo, and he didn't participate in yesterday's incident, Yang Ding would definitely think that he was so cool.

Maybe I will still wonder when I will be like him, a ghost on the battlefield, who can take the enemy's name anytime and anywhere.

But when he actually became such a ghost, he no longer felt cool.

This kind of coolness is shown at the cost of life.

Any killing will not bring pleasure, except for perverts and lunatics.

Yang Ding is obviously not the two kinds of people, he only feels exhausted now.

There's nothing wrong with his body, it's his heart that makes him feel that way.

Perhaps only time will heal this feeling.

When Yang Ding woke up, it was dark outside again.

"Did I sleep all day?"

After getting out of the cold water, Yang Ding took another shower before walking out of the room.

"Uncle Zhuang."

Yesterday's experience was probably just a small scene for Zhuang Haiyang. When Yang Ding came down, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the news broadcast of Myanmar, as if he was a normal person.

"Well, are you hungry? There is food in the kitchen. I know you young people feel a lot. I didn't call you when you were eating, so I left a portion for you."

Zhuang Haiyang knew that there must be some after-effects on the battlefield for the first time, and sleeping is a good way to heal.

"Well, thank you, Uncle Zhuang."

Yang Ding responded and walked towards the kitchen. He was really hungry.

"If it's not enough, you can call. There is a chef waiting for Wu Wendan."

"understood."

With Yang Ding's appetite, the food left in the kitchen may really not be enough, so he can only trouble Xiaozhuang to call after he gets up.

After Yang Ding heard that he could still bark after eating, he completely abandoned his efforts to restrain his appetite and save some for Xiao Zhuang, and started to eat voraciously.

Xiao Zhuang upstairs finally jumped up from the bed with a loud cry.

"Fuck!"

Xiaozhuang had a dream. He dreamed that a bullet pierced his skull.

Then I woke up excitedly.

"Fortunately, it's a dream."

Touching the cold sweat on his forehead, Xiao Zhuang gradually calmed down.

But then he was interrupted by a "cuckoo" sound.

"So hungry!"

He has now had no food for more than 30 hours since breakfast yesterday and has been involved in two intense fights.

"Go down and get something to eat."

When Xiaozhuang came down from upstairs, Yang Ding was sitting on the sofa wiping his mouth. Today's dinner is really delicious!

"Third Uncle, is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death."

As soon as Xiao Zhuang came down, he shouted at Zhuang Haiyang who was concentrating on watching the news.

"Yes, in the kitchen, find it yourself. If it's not enough to call, just dial '1'."

He didn't know what on earth attracted him in the Myanmar news. His eyes had not left the TV screen since Yang Ding came down.

"Ah, Yang Ding, you bastard, you didn't leave me a single bite!"

Xiao Zhuang looked at the messy cups and plates on a table, and let out an angry and desperate roar.

Yang Ding looked at Xiao Zhuang who rushed out of the kitchen very calmly, and handed him something.

"Give you."

"What?"

"I've already set aside the order for you. By the way, order some of that grilled lamb chop for me, it tastes good!"

Speaking of which, Yang Ding got up and planned to go inside to wash his face. He just wiped his mouth after eating dinner, and he always felt uncomfortable, so he should go wash his face.

"you……"

You ate up my dinner and then asked me to order for you, Yang Ding, don't go too far.

Holding the phone in his hand, Xiao Zhuang said angrily in a calm tone: "Please have another dinner, and add a grilled lamb chop, thank you."

Eating is the most important thing, eating is the most important thing!

Think about the grilled lamb chops for a while, isn't it fragrant?
Using food to restrain his anger, Xiao Zhuang sat on the sofa facing the door, eagerly waiting for the arrival of dinner.

Early the next morning, Zhuang Haiyang took Xiaozhuang and Yang Ding back to Nanyun.

"Mr. Zhuang, I'm really sorry for causing you so much trouble this time."

Wu Wendan wanted to keep them for a few more days, but Zhuang Haiyang refused, so he had to apologize to Zhuang Haiyang and others again.

"It's okay, people are in the world, how can everything go well? Wu Wendan, we will meet again when we have time."

This is the end of Yang Ding's short trip abroad. Apart from going to the battlefield, it seems that he has not gained anything?

(End of this chapter)