Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Black Continent·Killing Machine
Kang Zhefu couldn't remember: how long ago was the last time he made love with the girl he met for the first time.
It was pitch black in the hotel room.Kang Zhefu could clearly feel her warm breath gently breathing on his bare chest.
The petite body in deep sleep rose and fell slowly.
He stretched his right arm into the snow-white quilt, stroked her shoulder gently but forcefully, and brought her closer to his embrace.
This is an unprecedented wonderful feeling: the women he has been with before are neither too many nor too few.Most have been in bed.However, every time after venting his passion, he couldn't suppress the disgust of wanting to leave the other person's body.
Even he himself felt selfish and despicable about this reaction, but he still couldn't overcome it after trying hard many times.For a while, he even turned down a few girls who offered him hugs in order to escape the guilt of this feeling.
At this moment, he couldn't help but hug her tightly.
If he wasn't afraid of waking her up, he would still want to hug her even harder, caress her soft short hair, and kiss her warm lips...
"Just listening to my voice, you can't imagine that I have such a virtue?" Kang Zhefu, who was sitting in the "Jazz Club" in Lan Kwai Fong five hours ago, smiled wryly.He really couldn't imagine: the short hair that only reached the neck, straight and soft; the linen polo shirt and the blue denim suspenders that were washed white; the black Mexican-style boots.Nor is there a single ornament on the neck, wrist, or fingers. Tilia took a sip of the dark beer, and looked at Kang Zhefu who was still wearing the dark gray suit. "Aren't you afraid that people will misunderstand you for abducting underage female students?" Tilia said with a smile. "It's the first time I've met a female student who likes to drink dark beer." Kang Zhefu replied lightly. Tilia bit her lower lip, trying to look a little annoyed, but the dimples on her cheeks gave her away. Kang Zhefu stared at her face with delicate features.The live jazz band in the bar played brisk Big Band tunes, but he didn't even listen to half a note. ——The pointed and thin face is not perfect.The slender body has no attractive curves.At first glance, it seems that it does not match the hoarse voice with mature charm.But if you look closely at the rosy, smooth bronze skin and the cat-like eyes, you have to admit that she is the most suitable owner of that voice. "How? Still unwilling to tell me?" "...?" Tilia pointed to the mineral water bottle on the table. "The reason why you don't drink." "That's a long story." There was a silence. "If you don't drink, what kind of fuel do you burn with your flaming wings? Water?" Kang Zhefu smiled. "No fuel. Has the painting started yet?" "There is still a lack of background ideas." As soon as painting was mentioned, Tilia's eyes lit up, and her tone of voice became much clearer. "I forgot to ask you last time. Where did you jump from?" "Snow mountains in Switzerland." "It really is a great background!" She was so happy that she drank half a glass of dark beer. "Did you make a special trip to Hong Kong to find me in order to ask about the background?" Tilia showed her snow-white teeth. "If you didn't know that you were joking, this glass would have fallen on your head. I hate the self-important tone of a man." "It's a pity." Kang Zhefu smiled more happily. "I'm a man too." "You are not the kind of guy who wants to get the whole world. I can see that." Tilia ordered another glass of dark beer to the waitress: "Didn't I say that? Your eyes..." "The painter's power of observation is indeed better than that of ordinary people." Tilia showed a childish confident expression, as if saying, "Of course!" "You're not Japanese." They kept talking in Japanese. "Because I'm not at all." "Hmm... Tilia is the pseudonym for the painting?" "It's a real name. It was originally much longer than this. Tilia is just an abbreviation. How about it? Do you want to know where I am from?" "It doesn't matter if you don't say it." "How rude!" Tilia lightly patted Kang Zhefu's left palm on the table. "You should say: 'I'm interested to know!'" "I'm very interested to know." Kang Zhefu stroked the palm of his slapped hand and suppressed a smile. "No sincerity!" Tilia's tone was very serious. The waitress who had just brought the stout froze at the scolding. Kang Zhefu stared at her expressive face again.He found that her eyeballs were dark green in the black. "I'm very interested to know." His expression also became serious. "Really. I really want to know which country has cute girls like you." "You don't have to be a good boy." Tilia raised her wine glass, raised her head and gulped it down. She took out a pure white handkerchief and wiped the foam off her lips. "Let's go." She stood up. "where to?" She pulled out her military green canvas bag from under the seat, and showed a sly smile to Kang Zhefu who was sitting on the chair in a daze. "Sleep with me, and I'll tell you where I'm from."
"Haven't slept yet?" Lying in Kang Zhefu's arms, she resumed her sleepy voice again. "No." Kang Zhefu lowered his head with a smile, looking at her sleepy eyes opened in the darkness.The dark green layer on the eyeballs glowed strangely in the darkness. "It's very comfortable..." Tilia's petite body like a cat moved gently under the sheet, her small but well-shaped breasts rubbed against his chest. "Can I continue lying like this?" "Okay. I'm not tired." He stroked her short hair gently like a child. "Still want to know?" "...?" "Where do I come from?" "Want to—no, say: 'I'd be interested to know.'" She chuckled and patted his shoulder lightly. "Don't you want to say it?" "No... just..." Her smile disappeared, her eyes turned to the ceiling, and her thoughts seemed to float away from the darkness for a moment... "That is a wonderful country...! It existed a long time ago, but now There are only a few people left..." "Is it a very small nation?" Tilia nodded. "Too small to say... I'm sorry..." "What's the matter?" "Say it's the same as not saying it... Do you feel cheated?" "No. At least I know: there are not many girls like you in the world." She hugged his burly body tightly with a little excitement. "Do you know that sometimes what you say is interesting, and sometimes it's irritating?" She bit her lower lip. "Why are you angry?" "Always so rational and cold, trying to hide my true feelings." Kang Zhefu was speechless. "Only weak or hurt people talk like that." She stroked his chest. "When you see these scars, you know you are not weak." Kang Zhefu's body shook slightly. "How did you get it?" She stretched out her finger, and gently scratched along a scar on his chest that stretched from his right armpit to his heart, protruding like an earthworm. "There are also seven or eight marks on the back...and the scorpion tattoo on the left arm...how did you get it?" "..." "Another long story, isn't it? I want to hear it." "Ok." Kang Zhefu sat up from the bed and turned on the reading light by the bed. "I've killed people."
Twenty-two-year-old Kang Zhefu graduated from the Department of Mathematics of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with an excellent thesis that even the professor appreciated.During the summer, I decided to continue my master's degree as a part-time study as a professor assistant.A flat and bright road to success is waiting for him. His mother's serious illness completely changed his life. It was diagnosed as a rare cardiac abnormality.The attending physician told Kang Zhefu that he had no hope but an artificial heart transplant. —Mom, you can't die! Kang Zhefu never knew who his father was. The mother has been a father for many years, working hard in laundromats and restaurants in Chinatown, New York, and raising her only son with a pair of tiny women's hands. The young Kang Zhefu has not yet had the opportunity to repay all these kindnesses to his great mother. Five years ago, my mother owned her own small laundry; not long after, Kang Zhefu won a university scholarship.I thought that if it was a happy life, a happy life would come from here... How cruel fate is to this lonely mother and son. Kang Zhefu, who was not in the mood to put on his graduation hat, anxiously raised the cost of an expensive artificial heart transplant. The cost of hospitalization and the use of life-sustaining equipment has already cost the medical insurance a lot; even if the laundry is handed over to others, the income is only one-fifth of the operation fee. For a young graduate who is only 22 years old, he simply does not have enough reputation, status and social connections to raise such a huge sum of money. The only person who can help him - Gu Feng, the master of swordsmanship, is wandering and practicing alone at this critical moment, without a trace to be found. As the mother's vitality gradually disappeared bit by bit, Kang Zhefu was going crazy with anxiety. He thought of crime.drug trafficking.Once is enough... He seeks out some childhood friends he no longer wants to see.Two had already been killed by a Puerto Rican gang's light machine gun three years earlier in a battle over a drug deal; one had just been convicted of murder and was serving a life sentence in a New Jersey state prison. Several remaining "friends" told him to return disappointed.No cartel thought they needed a clean MIT grad. At this time, he learned a way from a gangster working in an underground casino in Chinatown: a mercenary group is recruiting elites. Attracted by the generous conditions, I joined... That was enough military pay to cover the operation fee.Mother's laundry doesn't have to give up either. — After all, it was half of her life's hard work! ——After recovering from her illness, she can continue to be the proprietress... The recruitment assessment for the Mercenary Corps was conducted in an unknown deserted warehouse in New York City.It is said that one-third of the applicants were finally lifted out of the warehouse. The entire assessment process lasted for three days.As a result, Kang Zhefu achieved impeccable results in physical fitness, martial arts, melee combat, IQ test, language ability and other items. According to regulations, those who join the army with particularly excellent qualifications and abilities are allowed to withdraw their military pay in advance. When Kang Zhefu picked up the pen, he closed his eyes and imagined his mother's smiling face after recovery. The corners of the eyes are a little moist.He thought it would be the last time he cried in his life. He swiped the pen and signed a five-year service contract. Four days later, when his mother received an artificial heart transplant with only a 50% chance of success, Kang Zhefu was already on the plane to Paris.
"A few days later, I received the news that my mother's surgery was successful at the headquarters in Paris." Kang Zhefu sat on the bed, closed his eyes and recalled this past event that he never wanted to recall. Tilia wiped away the tears in her eyes, and laid her head on Kangzhefu's stomach.She felt a little ominous: there was no joy in Kang Zhefu's words. "and then?" "Then I will go to hell with all my heart." Kang Zhefu grabbed the bed sheet with his left hand. "At that time, I made up my mind that I must come back from hell alive."
It was with this determination that Kang Zhefu endured a whole year of ruthless and cruel training: being thrown into the sea from a five-story bridge with his hands bound, he escaped with his own strength; Wrestling with a 200-pound dummy for two hours, and receiving merciless whipping after a short breath; training to endure cruel tortures such as electrodes, burning, and hitting the soles of the feet... At this time, the timetable for combat skills training is also densely packed: shooting, fighting, skydiving, mountain climbing, diving, stunts, driving, boating, hiding, rescue, search, reconnaissance, escape, mechanism erection and cracking, bombs deal with…… With pain and the smell of gunpowder, he accompanied Kang Zhefu on his 23rd birthday. The news that his mother is gradually recovering motivates him to go through this unprecedented difficult time. —Mom, I will come back alive to see you! On the day the training ended, Kang Zhefu was assigned the terrifying shoulder badges: eagle claws, skulls, and cobras. Kang Zhefu, who thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, was immediately thrown into a deeper hell.
"If there is really hell in this world, it is there." Kang Zhefu avoided Tilia Mingcheng's eyes, and turned his head to stare at the bright reading light. "It's called the 'Anus of the World'." He closes his eyes.
A small country in Africa has been suffering from drought and famine for many years, and the full-scale civil war triggered by the rebellion has deepened her misfortune. That is a cursed country. ——It was also the place where Kang Zhefu killed someone for the first time. The fourth unit of the "Sixth Airborne Company", a mercenary regiment employed by the government army of the country, dispatched on a summer night to airborne and raid a heavy artillery position of the rebels. Kang Zhefu, who went out for the first time, held a bayonet in his mouth and hid among the dark rocks. The long-term arduous training did not erode his strong interest in the sword system and skills.In the United Nations-like training camp, he was able to get in touch with the traditional swords of different nations from all over the world; he practiced swordsmanship with his mentor Gu Feng, and he also learned more about the principles and principles of swordsmanship through many different sword skills competitions. The secret of the essence. Now, he wants to use this artistic sword skill to assassinate someone he has never met. An enemy mortar soldier became his first casualty. When he pressed the bayonet blade against the artilleryman's throat, Kang Zhefu clearly felt the throbbing of the opponent's Adam's apple, and touched the wet and cold sweat on the opponent's lips. At that moment, he hesitated. ——I want to kill someone?To kill a living man— The artilleryman took the opportunity to resist. Kang Zhefu felt a stream of magma-like fiery heat gushing out from his left waist. The twitching speed of the right hand is as fast as a conditioned reflex.The bayonet cut deep into the artilleryman's throat. I don't know whether it's because of pain or sadness, but Kang Zhefu couldn't control the secretion of tear glands. His face was wet with tears and he passed out.
"Is this right here?" Tilia touched the inch-long scar on Kang Zhefu's left waist with her slender fingers. The scar hangs obliquely on his strong psoas muscle, the drooping left end gradually disappears in the shape of a needle, while the right end has a pile of disorganized star-shaped scars. "He used a military survival knife with serrations on the back." Kang Zhefu stared down at the scar. "If my reaction was half a second late, it would not be him who died on that mountain."
On his third day in the hospital, Ensign Scott Riley came to visit him.Riley is the captain of the fourth team. "Remember what I said?" Riley, with his typical Anglo-Saxon silhouette and blond hair and tanned face, laughed. "Our hearts are darker than the earth." Kang Zhefu seemed to turn a deaf ear, looking out the window of the ward with dull eyes. The psychological trauma caused by the first murder is deeper than the physical wound. "But you are different from us." Riley stroked Kang Zhefu's black hair. "I can see that." He stood up and looked out the window too.The African sun is astonishingly fierce. "I don't know what made you join the Mercenary Corps. But there is only one principle here: to survive." Riley opened the door. "No matter what the cost, we must try our best to survive." After Riley left, Kang Zhefu's eyes gradually recovered.He looked into the closed room.
"A new killing machine was born." Kang Zhefu said. "Kill to survive." He stood naked in front of the French windows of the hotel, grabbing a corner of the thick dark cloth curtain.What greets the eyes is the bright lights of Victoria Harbor at night. "Growing up in the poorest parts of New York, I saw a lot of terrible things. But when I was on the battlefield, I really felt..." He pointed to the bustling Central area and the Tsim Sha Tsui area on the other side. "How fragile is the urban civilization we've been working on, and how hypocritical it is in contrast to the real, brutal life."
"Didn't the United Nations provide grants and material relief?" Kang Zhefu asked Riley who was sitting beside him. He looked outside the barracks fence.More than a dozen starving people in poor shape walked aimlessly in the open space outside.Their eyes are dull, their dark skin completely loses their radiance on their thin hands and legs with exposed skeletons, but their bellies are unnaturally bulging like pregnant women.The walking movement is like a zombie that just crawled out of the soil. "Why are they still hungry?" Kang Zhefu couldn't bear to read any more. Riley was speechless, and took out a 7.62 caliber rifle bullet from the pocket of the camouflage uniform. "What we eat, spend, and kill is their food." Kang Zhefu was stunned. "The so-called humanitarian aid has all flowed into the pockets of the warlords. Everything we professional killers get comes from that dirty money." Riley pointed to the hungry people outside the barbed wire: "We are eating their flesh and blood." Kang Zhefu learned from his colleagues that Riley was born in the "Green Berets" of the special forces of the U.S. Army, and had participated in the war in Vietnam. The Medal of Honor he received filled a wine glass. After the Vietnam War, he returned to his hometown in Oregon, divorced his wife a month later, and joined the mercenary regiment without looking back. "It was for her own good. From the first time I stepped into the jungles of Vietnam, I was doomed to never live the same way. The battlefield was my true home—even though I still hated it." Kang Zhefu knew that Riley still loved his wife deeply.He paid her monthly alimony twice the amount ordered by the court. Riley occasionally gave menacing glances and could stare at people for minutes. After several battles, Kang Zhefu realized what an outstanding commander Riley was.The members of the fourth team have more admiration and trust for him than a five-star general.He is the kind of leader who can use his keen survival instinct to lead his men out of the most dangerous situations.There are always a few people with this kind of talent in every army. Kang Zhefu gradually got used to war, and also got used to killing people.Every time he stabs the enemy with a blade, the other him in his body can automatically convince himself: — that's not human.is the object. This is probably some kind of reflex mechanism to protect one's mind.It's easier when shooting enemy soldiers with bullets. The military is full of drugs and homosexuality.Many people find it difficult to resist the psychological pain brought about by taking soft drugs to anesthetize the battle. Kang Zhefu has always kept restraint and stayed away from these sinking temptations. —I want to live!I want to go back to my mother's side! His mother was the only pillar of his will to survive. This pillar crumbled unexpectedly. That day was his second year in the war, and there was still a long time before the end of his five-year military service contract. After a night of raiding, he returned to the barracks tired but excited.After killing a double-digit enemy soldier for the first time, he can get a special day off according to regulations. A telegram awaited him at the barracks.
"It's a repulsive complication brought about by the artificial heart transplant." Kang Zhefu buried his head and face on Tilia's naked chest, and hugged her waist tightly. She felt a little moisture on her breasts. "On the night I took sixteen lives, Death also took hers." "Don't cry..." Tilia stroked his hair. "It's passed...it's passed..." "I didn't... regret it, I just thought: Why did God treat her so cruelly... Before she died, she couldn't even see the face of her only son, where she was, and what terrible things she was doing Can't know..."
Then, on the night of his vacation, he tried his first pill.His left hand still held the telegram tightly. After an inexplicable strange shock in his head, he felt his soul drift away from Africa. Guided by the red parachute, the naked Kang Zhefu slowly flew to the north... The soles of his feet suddenly stepped on soft land.He hangs his head.It is snow, the endless snowfields all over the mountains and plains.He didn't feel the cold, and just ran forward desperately. As I kept running, I felt my body gradually getting shorter.The strides are getting narrower.The skin regains its fairness and smoothness.Body hair disappeared without a trace. He returned to his appearance when he was five years old, and jumped into his mother's arms. Mother's warm smiling face is the sky, and her plump breasts and arms are the earth. His mother's arms were everything in the world around him. ——"Mom, I'm back...why are you crying?" Kang Zhefu felt that his eyelids were as heavy as lead, curled up in this peaceful and soft embrace, and fell into an unprecedented deep sleep.
The pain of waking up from hallucinations is worse than before taking drugs. Kang Zhefu has no nostalgia for the real world, he just wants to live in that peaceful illusion forever. But even the drugs had betrayed him. In the next few days, no matter how many pills he swallowed, he would not be able to return to that illusion again.There are only many strange and distorted patterns, lights and shadows frantically flowing at an astonishing speed, and the strong smell of dozens of floral fragrances... There is no trace of my mother's voice. His physical strength and reaction have both weakened, but his performance in battle is more fierce and fierce than before.When killing someone, he no longer has to fantasize about the other party as an object. ——He has regarded himself as a dead thing in reality. The only thing that inspired him to still desperately survive on the battlefield was the illusion of meeting his mother again. Drug addiction gradually deepened. Seeing his gradually dimming eyes, Riley could only lower his head and sigh. —Nobody can help him... Kang Zhefu began to try more powerful drugs. —Mom, I will definitely be able to find you again... He was determined to end his life the next time he returned to his mother's warm embrace. He has specially prepared a bullet.
Tilia looked at Kang Zhefu who was sleeping soundly on her belly. She wiped away the tears from her eyes. Kang Zhefu did not finish his past story. "Come with me to Spain, will you?" he asked before falling asleep. "I want to tell you... tell you everything about my past..." Tilia suppressed her crying: "Okay..." But Kang Zhefu couldn't hear it anymore.
"Just listening to my voice, you can't imagine that I have such a virtue?" Kang Zhefu, who was sitting in the "Jazz Club" in Lan Kwai Fong five hours ago, smiled wryly.He really couldn't imagine: the short hair that only reached the neck, straight and soft; the linen polo shirt and the blue denim suspenders that were washed white; the black Mexican-style boots.Nor is there a single ornament on the neck, wrist, or fingers. Tilia took a sip of the dark beer, and looked at Kang Zhefu who was still wearing the dark gray suit. "Aren't you afraid that people will misunderstand you for abducting underage female students?" Tilia said with a smile. "It's the first time I've met a female student who likes to drink dark beer." Kang Zhefu replied lightly. Tilia bit her lower lip, trying to look a little annoyed, but the dimples on her cheeks gave her away. Kang Zhefu stared at her face with delicate features.The live jazz band in the bar played brisk Big Band tunes, but he didn't even listen to half a note. ——The pointed and thin face is not perfect.The slender body has no attractive curves.At first glance, it seems that it does not match the hoarse voice with mature charm.But if you look closely at the rosy, smooth bronze skin and the cat-like eyes, you have to admit that she is the most suitable owner of that voice. "How? Still unwilling to tell me?" "...?" Tilia pointed to the mineral water bottle on the table. "The reason why you don't drink." "That's a long story." There was a silence. "If you don't drink, what kind of fuel do you burn with your flaming wings? Water?" Kang Zhefu smiled. "No fuel. Has the painting started yet?" "There is still a lack of background ideas." As soon as painting was mentioned, Tilia's eyes lit up, and her tone of voice became much clearer. "I forgot to ask you last time. Where did you jump from?" "Snow mountains in Switzerland." "It really is a great background!" She was so happy that she drank half a glass of dark beer. "Did you make a special trip to Hong Kong to find me in order to ask about the background?" Tilia showed her snow-white teeth. "If you didn't know that you were joking, this glass would have fallen on your head. I hate the self-important tone of a man." "It's a pity." Kang Zhefu smiled more happily. "I'm a man too." "You are not the kind of guy who wants to get the whole world. I can see that." Tilia ordered another glass of dark beer to the waitress: "Didn't I say that? Your eyes..." "The painter's power of observation is indeed better than that of ordinary people." Tilia showed a childish confident expression, as if saying, "Of course!" "You're not Japanese." They kept talking in Japanese. "Because I'm not at all." "Hmm... Tilia is the pseudonym for the painting?" "It's a real name. It was originally much longer than this. Tilia is just an abbreviation. How about it? Do you want to know where I am from?" "It doesn't matter if you don't say it." "How rude!" Tilia lightly patted Kang Zhefu's left palm on the table. "You should say: 'I'm interested to know!'" "I'm very interested to know." Kang Zhefu stroked the palm of his slapped hand and suppressed a smile. "No sincerity!" Tilia's tone was very serious. The waitress who had just brought the stout froze at the scolding. Kang Zhefu stared at her expressive face again.He found that her eyeballs were dark green in the black. "I'm very interested to know." His expression also became serious. "Really. I really want to know which country has cute girls like you." "You don't have to be a good boy." Tilia raised her wine glass, raised her head and gulped it down. She took out a pure white handkerchief and wiped the foam off her lips. "Let's go." She stood up. "where to?" She pulled out her military green canvas bag from under the seat, and showed a sly smile to Kang Zhefu who was sitting on the chair in a daze. "Sleep with me, and I'll tell you where I'm from."
"Haven't slept yet?" Lying in Kang Zhefu's arms, she resumed her sleepy voice again. "No." Kang Zhefu lowered his head with a smile, looking at her sleepy eyes opened in the darkness.The dark green layer on the eyeballs glowed strangely in the darkness. "It's very comfortable..." Tilia's petite body like a cat moved gently under the sheet, her small but well-shaped breasts rubbed against his chest. "Can I continue lying like this?" "Okay. I'm not tired." He stroked her short hair gently like a child. "Still want to know?" "...?" "Where do I come from?" "Want to—no, say: 'I'd be interested to know.'" She chuckled and patted his shoulder lightly. "Don't you want to say it?" "No... just..." Her smile disappeared, her eyes turned to the ceiling, and her thoughts seemed to float away from the darkness for a moment... "That is a wonderful country...! It existed a long time ago, but now There are only a few people left..." "Is it a very small nation?" Tilia nodded. "Too small to say... I'm sorry..." "What's the matter?" "Say it's the same as not saying it... Do you feel cheated?" "No. At least I know: there are not many girls like you in the world." She hugged his burly body tightly with a little excitement. "Do you know that sometimes what you say is interesting, and sometimes it's irritating?" She bit her lower lip. "Why are you angry?" "Always so rational and cold, trying to hide my true feelings." Kang Zhefu was speechless. "Only weak or hurt people talk like that." She stroked his chest. "When you see these scars, you know you are not weak." Kang Zhefu's body shook slightly. "How did you get it?" She stretched out her finger, and gently scratched along a scar on his chest that stretched from his right armpit to his heart, protruding like an earthworm. "There are also seven or eight marks on the back...and the scorpion tattoo on the left arm...how did you get it?" "..." "Another long story, isn't it? I want to hear it." "Ok." Kang Zhefu sat up from the bed and turned on the reading light by the bed. "I've killed people."
Twenty-two-year-old Kang Zhefu graduated from the Department of Mathematics of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with an excellent thesis that even the professor appreciated.During the summer, I decided to continue my master's degree as a part-time study as a professor assistant.A flat and bright road to success is waiting for him. His mother's serious illness completely changed his life. It was diagnosed as a rare cardiac abnormality.The attending physician told Kang Zhefu that he had no hope but an artificial heart transplant. —Mom, you can't die! Kang Zhefu never knew who his father was. The mother has been a father for many years, working hard in laundromats and restaurants in Chinatown, New York, and raising her only son with a pair of tiny women's hands. The young Kang Zhefu has not yet had the opportunity to repay all these kindnesses to his great mother. Five years ago, my mother owned her own small laundry; not long after, Kang Zhefu won a university scholarship.I thought that if it was a happy life, a happy life would come from here... How cruel fate is to this lonely mother and son. Kang Zhefu, who was not in the mood to put on his graduation hat, anxiously raised the cost of an expensive artificial heart transplant. The cost of hospitalization and the use of life-sustaining equipment has already cost the medical insurance a lot; even if the laundry is handed over to others, the income is only one-fifth of the operation fee. For a young graduate who is only 22 years old, he simply does not have enough reputation, status and social connections to raise such a huge sum of money. The only person who can help him - Gu Feng, the master of swordsmanship, is wandering and practicing alone at this critical moment, without a trace to be found. As the mother's vitality gradually disappeared bit by bit, Kang Zhefu was going crazy with anxiety. He thought of crime.drug trafficking.Once is enough... He seeks out some childhood friends he no longer wants to see.Two had already been killed by a Puerto Rican gang's light machine gun three years earlier in a battle over a drug deal; one had just been convicted of murder and was serving a life sentence in a New Jersey state prison. Several remaining "friends" told him to return disappointed.No cartel thought they needed a clean MIT grad. At this time, he learned a way from a gangster working in an underground casino in Chinatown: a mercenary group is recruiting elites. Attracted by the generous conditions, I joined... That was enough military pay to cover the operation fee.Mother's laundry doesn't have to give up either. — After all, it was half of her life's hard work! ——After recovering from her illness, she can continue to be the proprietress... The recruitment assessment for the Mercenary Corps was conducted in an unknown deserted warehouse in New York City.It is said that one-third of the applicants were finally lifted out of the warehouse. The entire assessment process lasted for three days.As a result, Kang Zhefu achieved impeccable results in physical fitness, martial arts, melee combat, IQ test, language ability and other items. According to regulations, those who join the army with particularly excellent qualifications and abilities are allowed to withdraw their military pay in advance. When Kang Zhefu picked up the pen, he closed his eyes and imagined his mother's smiling face after recovery. The corners of the eyes are a little moist.He thought it would be the last time he cried in his life. He swiped the pen and signed a five-year service contract. Four days later, when his mother received an artificial heart transplant with only a 50% chance of success, Kang Zhefu was already on the plane to Paris.
"A few days later, I received the news that my mother's surgery was successful at the headquarters in Paris." Kang Zhefu sat on the bed, closed his eyes and recalled this past event that he never wanted to recall. Tilia wiped away the tears in her eyes, and laid her head on Kangzhefu's stomach.She felt a little ominous: there was no joy in Kang Zhefu's words. "and then?" "Then I will go to hell with all my heart." Kang Zhefu grabbed the bed sheet with his left hand. "At that time, I made up my mind that I must come back from hell alive."
It was with this determination that Kang Zhefu endured a whole year of ruthless and cruel training: being thrown into the sea from a five-story bridge with his hands bound, he escaped with his own strength; Wrestling with a 200-pound dummy for two hours, and receiving merciless whipping after a short breath; training to endure cruel tortures such as electrodes, burning, and hitting the soles of the feet... At this time, the timetable for combat skills training is also densely packed: shooting, fighting, skydiving, mountain climbing, diving, stunts, driving, boating, hiding, rescue, search, reconnaissance, escape, mechanism erection and cracking, bombs deal with…… With pain and the smell of gunpowder, he accompanied Kang Zhefu on his 23rd birthday. The news that his mother is gradually recovering motivates him to go through this unprecedented difficult time. —Mom, I will come back alive to see you! On the day the training ended, Kang Zhefu was assigned the terrifying shoulder badges: eagle claws, skulls, and cobras. Kang Zhefu, who thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, was immediately thrown into a deeper hell.
"If there is really hell in this world, it is there." Kang Zhefu avoided Tilia Mingcheng's eyes, and turned his head to stare at the bright reading light. "It's called the 'Anus of the World'." He closes his eyes.
A small country in Africa has been suffering from drought and famine for many years, and the full-scale civil war triggered by the rebellion has deepened her misfortune. That is a cursed country. ——It was also the place where Kang Zhefu killed someone for the first time. The fourth unit of the "Sixth Airborne Company", a mercenary regiment employed by the government army of the country, dispatched on a summer night to airborne and raid a heavy artillery position of the rebels. Kang Zhefu, who went out for the first time, held a bayonet in his mouth and hid among the dark rocks. The long-term arduous training did not erode his strong interest in the sword system and skills.In the United Nations-like training camp, he was able to get in touch with the traditional swords of different nations from all over the world; he practiced swordsmanship with his mentor Gu Feng, and he also learned more about the principles and principles of swordsmanship through many different sword skills competitions. The secret of the essence. Now, he wants to use this artistic sword skill to assassinate someone he has never met. An enemy mortar soldier became his first casualty. When he pressed the bayonet blade against the artilleryman's throat, Kang Zhefu clearly felt the throbbing of the opponent's Adam's apple, and touched the wet and cold sweat on the opponent's lips. At that moment, he hesitated. ——I want to kill someone?To kill a living man— The artilleryman took the opportunity to resist. Kang Zhefu felt a stream of magma-like fiery heat gushing out from his left waist. The twitching speed of the right hand is as fast as a conditioned reflex.The bayonet cut deep into the artilleryman's throat. I don't know whether it's because of pain or sadness, but Kang Zhefu couldn't control the secretion of tear glands. His face was wet with tears and he passed out.
"Is this right here?" Tilia touched the inch-long scar on Kang Zhefu's left waist with her slender fingers. The scar hangs obliquely on his strong psoas muscle, the drooping left end gradually disappears in the shape of a needle, while the right end has a pile of disorganized star-shaped scars. "He used a military survival knife with serrations on the back." Kang Zhefu stared down at the scar. "If my reaction was half a second late, it would not be him who died on that mountain."
On his third day in the hospital, Ensign Scott Riley came to visit him.Riley is the captain of the fourth team. "Remember what I said?" Riley, with his typical Anglo-Saxon silhouette and blond hair and tanned face, laughed. "Our hearts are darker than the earth." Kang Zhefu seemed to turn a deaf ear, looking out the window of the ward with dull eyes. The psychological trauma caused by the first murder is deeper than the physical wound. "But you are different from us." Riley stroked Kang Zhefu's black hair. "I can see that." He stood up and looked out the window too.The African sun is astonishingly fierce. "I don't know what made you join the Mercenary Corps. But there is only one principle here: to survive." Riley opened the door. "No matter what the cost, we must try our best to survive." After Riley left, Kang Zhefu's eyes gradually recovered.He looked into the closed room.
"A new killing machine was born." Kang Zhefu said. "Kill to survive." He stood naked in front of the French windows of the hotel, grabbing a corner of the thick dark cloth curtain.What greets the eyes is the bright lights of Victoria Harbor at night. "Growing up in the poorest parts of New York, I saw a lot of terrible things. But when I was on the battlefield, I really felt..." He pointed to the bustling Central area and the Tsim Sha Tsui area on the other side. "How fragile is the urban civilization we've been working on, and how hypocritical it is in contrast to the real, brutal life."
"Didn't the United Nations provide grants and material relief?" Kang Zhefu asked Riley who was sitting beside him. He looked outside the barracks fence.More than a dozen starving people in poor shape walked aimlessly in the open space outside.Their eyes are dull, their dark skin completely loses their radiance on their thin hands and legs with exposed skeletons, but their bellies are unnaturally bulging like pregnant women.The walking movement is like a zombie that just crawled out of the soil. "Why are they still hungry?" Kang Zhefu couldn't bear to read any more. Riley was speechless, and took out a 7.62 caliber rifle bullet from the pocket of the camouflage uniform. "What we eat, spend, and kill is their food." Kang Zhefu was stunned. "The so-called humanitarian aid has all flowed into the pockets of the warlords. Everything we professional killers get comes from that dirty money." Riley pointed to the hungry people outside the barbed wire: "We are eating their flesh and blood." Kang Zhefu learned from his colleagues that Riley was born in the "Green Berets" of the special forces of the U.S. Army, and had participated in the war in Vietnam. The Medal of Honor he received filled a wine glass. After the Vietnam War, he returned to his hometown in Oregon, divorced his wife a month later, and joined the mercenary regiment without looking back. "It was for her own good. From the first time I stepped into the jungles of Vietnam, I was doomed to never live the same way. The battlefield was my true home—even though I still hated it." Kang Zhefu knew that Riley still loved his wife deeply.He paid her monthly alimony twice the amount ordered by the court. Riley occasionally gave menacing glances and could stare at people for minutes. After several battles, Kang Zhefu realized what an outstanding commander Riley was.The members of the fourth team have more admiration and trust for him than a five-star general.He is the kind of leader who can use his keen survival instinct to lead his men out of the most dangerous situations.There are always a few people with this kind of talent in every army. Kang Zhefu gradually got used to war, and also got used to killing people.Every time he stabs the enemy with a blade, the other him in his body can automatically convince himself: — that's not human.is the object. This is probably some kind of reflex mechanism to protect one's mind.It's easier when shooting enemy soldiers with bullets. The military is full of drugs and homosexuality.Many people find it difficult to resist the psychological pain brought about by taking soft drugs to anesthetize the battle. Kang Zhefu has always kept restraint and stayed away from these sinking temptations. —I want to live!I want to go back to my mother's side! His mother was the only pillar of his will to survive. This pillar crumbled unexpectedly. That day was his second year in the war, and there was still a long time before the end of his five-year military service contract. After a night of raiding, he returned to the barracks tired but excited.After killing a double-digit enemy soldier for the first time, he can get a special day off according to regulations. A telegram awaited him at the barracks.
"It's a repulsive complication brought about by the artificial heart transplant." Kang Zhefu buried his head and face on Tilia's naked chest, and hugged her waist tightly. She felt a little moisture on her breasts. "On the night I took sixteen lives, Death also took hers." "Don't cry..." Tilia stroked his hair. "It's passed...it's passed..." "I didn't... regret it, I just thought: Why did God treat her so cruelly... Before she died, she couldn't even see the face of her only son, where she was, and what terrible things she was doing Can't know..."
Then, on the night of his vacation, he tried his first pill.His left hand still held the telegram tightly. After an inexplicable strange shock in his head, he felt his soul drift away from Africa. Guided by the red parachute, the naked Kang Zhefu slowly flew to the north... The soles of his feet suddenly stepped on soft land.He hangs his head.It is snow, the endless snowfields all over the mountains and plains.He didn't feel the cold, and just ran forward desperately. As I kept running, I felt my body gradually getting shorter.The strides are getting narrower.The skin regains its fairness and smoothness.Body hair disappeared without a trace. He returned to his appearance when he was five years old, and jumped into his mother's arms. Mother's warm smiling face is the sky, and her plump breasts and arms are the earth. His mother's arms were everything in the world around him. ——"Mom, I'm back...why are you crying?" Kang Zhefu felt that his eyelids were as heavy as lead, curled up in this peaceful and soft embrace, and fell into an unprecedented deep sleep.
The pain of waking up from hallucinations is worse than before taking drugs. Kang Zhefu has no nostalgia for the real world, he just wants to live in that peaceful illusion forever. But even the drugs had betrayed him. In the next few days, no matter how many pills he swallowed, he would not be able to return to that illusion again.There are only many strange and distorted patterns, lights and shadows frantically flowing at an astonishing speed, and the strong smell of dozens of floral fragrances... There is no trace of my mother's voice. His physical strength and reaction have both weakened, but his performance in battle is more fierce and fierce than before.When killing someone, he no longer has to fantasize about the other party as an object. ——He has regarded himself as a dead thing in reality. The only thing that inspired him to still desperately survive on the battlefield was the illusion of meeting his mother again. Drug addiction gradually deepened. Seeing his gradually dimming eyes, Riley could only lower his head and sigh. —Nobody can help him... Kang Zhefu began to try more powerful drugs. —Mom, I will definitely be able to find you again... He was determined to end his life the next time he returned to his mother's warm embrace. He has specially prepared a bullet.
Tilia looked at Kang Zhefu who was sleeping soundly on her belly. She wiped away the tears from her eyes. Kang Zhefu did not finish his past story. "Come with me to Spain, will you?" he asked before falling asleep. "I want to tell you... tell you everything about my past..." Tilia suppressed her crying: "Okay..." But Kang Zhefu couldn't hear it anymore.