death sound

Chapter Eleventh

错眸

The army green armored vehicle slowly stopped at the gate of an Iraqi military base. The driver took out his ID card to the camouflaged soldiers, and then drove in silently until he reached the innermost building of the base.

"Master Zhong Xiao, Lord Luo Chen has been waiting inside for a long time." Wrapped in a long black trench coat, Zhong Xiao got out of the car, the newly grown blond hair at the hairline and the dyed black ponytail at the back of the head looked It was a little abrupt, but it didn't affect the chilling look on that perfect face that was indistinguishable between male and female.

On the top floor of the building, Zhong Xiao looked at the familiar door, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

"Are you done with the affairs of China?" Luo Chen played with the pen at his fingertips. His bony hands were as young as his face. Years of drug experiments made him look nothing like a middle-aged man in his mid-fifties. Young people who are similar to Zhong Xiao.

"En." Zhong Xiao lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face.

"It's good to come back," Luo Chen held his forehead, with a helpless expression on his face, "Without you, the instructors at this base can't control this group of newcomers. It's been five years since I left, and now it's time to take care of the family and do something serious." , after all, this place will be yours after I die."

"I see, I will go to the training ground tomorrow." Zhong Xiao waved his hand, turned and left the room.

From this moment on, he will be his terrorist, and Lin Shuang will be Lin Shuang's national security agent.

What he owed Lin Shuang 16 years ago, and what Lin Shuang owed him nine years ago, has since been written off.

Since then, just a stranger.

"Hey," He Shan came to Lin Shuang's apartment with a bag of food, and when he saw that the door was unlocked, he pushed the door open and walked in, and then saw the decadent scene in front of him.

Wine bottles all over the floor, and a desperate man.

Just like the night Lin Shuang heard the news of Zhong Xiao's death two years ago.

"Isn't it? I don't want my body for a fugitive?" He Shan opened a bottle of herbal tea and put it in front of him, and patted Lin Shuang's head buried in his arms.

"I have some good or bad news here, do you listen?"

"Say." Lin Shuang didn't even lift her head, her voice was full of despair.

"The higher-ups asked you to transfer back to the military headquarters. There was a colonel to fill up the lack of Shen Cang. The special forces just happened to be short of manpower. The higher-ups thought you were more familiar with this aspect, so they transferred you back."

"so what."

"What's the matter, are you stupid after leaving the military headquarters for too long? If you transfer back, you can get the right to use the internal files, so you can find out Zhong Xiao's identity?"

Lin Shuang suddenly stood up from the floor, her chin covered with bluish-gray stubble, "Really?"

"Brother, you have been in the military for so many years. You don't know. What else can't be found in the Chinese archives? If you don't believe me, you can ask those people in the military?"

"Okay, I'll go back." Lin Shuang looked at the white wall in front of her, her nails bit by bit into her palm.

Two months later, the Military Archives.

Lin Shuang was sitting in front of the filing cabinet, holding a few thin sheets of A4 paper, the top one was printed with a face that was too beautiful to distinguish between male and female.

Childhood accidents, ten years of drug transformation, being framed and besieged, five years of incognito hiding... everything is finally linked together.

He is just a tool on the way of revenge for the final Xiao.Where did the sincerity come from? It was just his naive wishful thinking.

But he doesn't blame him, because he doesn't have that qualification.

Anyone who encounters these will not let go of his past and continue his life in an ordinary way.If it were him, he might not know what more heinous behavior he would dare to do.

Everything is expected and reasonable.

From this moment, that person, those months, those three absurd intersections, that illusory relationship.They are all accompanied by the name Yan Jue, sinking into the darkness forever, being deliberately erased by the world, and will only appear silently in the dream on a casual night, tearing away the old scars, and aching in the early morning.

Yan Jue had already died in the huge roar of the helicopter that day.

The one who died together was the former Lin Shuang.

Lin Shuang took out an exquisite ring box from his pocket, and sealed it into Zhong Xiao's file bag.

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