Chapter 19 Sixteen, white hands

five years ago. In the dark and small room, a particularly dazzling strong light suddenly lit up.Lin Feiyu couldn't help closing his eyes, and turned his face to one side. He was tied to a wooden chair, and his left and right wrists were tied with thin plastic ropes, which were fixed to the armrests on both sides. When he moved his lower body a little, he found that even his ankles were tied tightly.He had been sitting in the dark for hours—maybe half a day.There was no food, no water to drink, no way to go to the bathroom, and no one came to tell me why. He has long heard that this job is not easy to do, and he has also heard that there will be a "special test" for newcomers to enter the industry, but he did not expect that on the seventh day of joining the National Security Agency - before he even confirmed that he had joined, he would They will be turned over, tied to a chair, and locked in a small dark room.

Slowly, there were clanging footsteps outside the house, followed by the crisp sound of the doorknob being twisted.Behind the dazzling desk lamp, Lin Feiyu vaguely saw the figure of a tall and tall man. The cigarette butt around his mouth glowed faintly yellow in the darkness, flickering and extinguishing with the rhythm of breathing, which made people feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart. chill. Lin Feiyu moved his body and turned his face to the tall man sitting at the corner of the table. He looked about thirty-five or sixty-five, not very handsome, but very manly.The sharp-edged face was covered with thin and dense mustaches, and a pair of melancholy eyes radiated the light of vicissitudes of life, and secretly contained a rebellious reserve.

He is sitting in a very relaxed posture at this time, neither like interrogating a prisoner, nor is it different from a general leader's lecture-in Lin Feiyu's opinion, it is somewhat similar to the appearance of some idol male stars when they are shooting photo albums . "I see that the last name you chose for yourself is 'Lin', can you tell me why?" Very thick and magnetic bass, no waves, no ripples, no emotion at all, just like a newscaster is as calm as water - just a little hoarse and muddy. Unable to restrain, Lin Feiyu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

The man who spoke to him is a living legend. Even within the National Security Agency, few people know that Leng Bing belongs to the Seventh Secret Service—but contrary to this low-key and mysterious department itself, Leng Bing's reputation has reached the peak.He has created many amazing internal records, from fighting to shooting, from reasoning to strategy, from physical strength to IQ, and then to the way of completing tasks. His cold excellence far exceeds the normal level of ordinary secret agents. He had talked, and it was an honor to have turned into a newcomer.As for the missions he carried out, they were even rumored to be miraculous. Most of them were of course rumors. Only a few cases were true, and they would inevitably be embellished to the point of unbelievable.It is said that in order to complete the task, he did not hesitate to disobey the orders of his superiors many times-this kind of rebellious behavior in the National Security Bureau is actually regarded as a manifestation of "courage and determination", and is tolerated and worshipped by people.

Because compared with the achievements he has made, the value of Leng Bing lies in a symbol-a symbol representing "the best, strongest, and best". He is a symbol that inspires every National Security Agency agent to work hard A forward role model is a spiritual leader who is undefeated, unyielding, and has no regrets.Whether it is a superior or a colleague, they don't need to be cold and "obedient", it is enough to just ask him to complete the task like a tool, or even exaggerate, as long as he "exists", it is a great contribution to the country . It is understandable that under such circumstances, very few people understand the real Leng Bing——

He was far less flawless than rumored. Just like the name Leng Bing, he is a very unapproachable, eccentric man, few people can understand what he is doing, or what he is going to do.He often speaks endlessly to people he knows well, but he refuses to waste even a single word on those he hates. He is unfeminine, unreasonable, like a god who does not eat the fireworks of the world - and sometimes more like a madman with a bad mind.Because of this, Leng Bing has almost no friends—and he really doesn't need one. He is a rebellious tough guy, an idealistic lunatic, and a complete weirdo.

It's just that Lin Feiyu doesn't know anything about it now. "Well, it's really nothing..." Lin Feiyu tried to keep his tone calm: "There is only a woman named Lin who is very important to me." "Well, first love girlfriend?" "It's already history," Lin Feiyu shook his head: "It doesn't matter if you don't talk about it." "Don't be tied to the gains and losses that have passed away, um, not bad..." Leng Bing flicked the cigarette ash on the ground, and asked with an expressionless face: "Then what about 'Flying Feather'? Does it have any special meaning? "

"Flying feathers are the long feathers on the wings of birds." Lin Feiyu paused, and sorted out his thoughts a little: "Although they are ordinary and dim, not as bright and beautiful as the first feathers and tail feathers, but they support the body of the bird, Getting them to fly is why birds are called birds." Leng Bing was stunned for a moment: "...well, an interesting reason," then shrugged: "This name is not popular enough, have you ever considered that you will encounter trouble when performing tasks in the future?" "Forgive me... sir," Lin Feiyu took a deep breath quietly, and summoned up his courage, "The name 'Leng Bing' doesn't seem to be popular enough..."

"Although I'm timid, I know how to argue with reason. Well, it's very good. This is the first time a subordinate has asked me this question..." Leng Bing spit out a smoke ring: "'Leng Bing' is my real name, not my code name. " Lin Feiyu's eyes widened, and he couldn't hide his surprise: "Real name? But...but I heard..." "What did you hear? Did you hear that secret agents can't use their real names?" Leng Bing moved his buttocks and changed his sitting posture slightly: "Yes, it is true in terms of rules. This is not to protect the secrets of the National Security Agency. It's to protect the family of the agents from being retaliated against. But you have to understand that my mother passed away 20 years ago, my father was a sinner and died in prison, and I have no brothers or sisters, nor do I have any contact with other distant relatives... . . . " He spread his arms. "This is my home, and all my friends are in the NSA, so I don't have anyone I need to protect through incognito."

Lin Feiyu nodded, showing a confident smile: "I am similar. Although I have a family, I am afraid that there is no one there who remembers me." "So you plan to use the code name 'Lin Feiyu' as your real name?" Leng Bing poked his own chest: "—just like me?" "It doesn't matter, you can also arrange individual names for me, such as 'Dawei', 'Xiaoqiang' or something." "Innate sense of humor, um, very good..." Leng Bing nodded seriously: "I have read your file, classmates and teachers say you are a taciturn guy, and it is difficult to get along with others."

Lin Feiyu sighed slightly: "That's not me..." "People's sins cannot be relieved by forgetting and escaping," Leng Bing shook his head, his expression serious like a priest preaching: "No matter what your psychiatric certificate says, I just hope you don't look like an abandoned Like the complaining woman who said it was okay on the lips, but was very entangled in her heart." "No, sir..." Lin Feiyu raised his head, and said firmly: "I have nothing, so why would I be entangled in the past?" This is a line of dialogue that both of them understand. One side gives a guarantee, and the other side expresses acceptance with silence. Leng Bing noticed that the cigarette between his fingers had turned off for some reason, so he unhurriedly took out the lighter from his jacket pocket, held the flame with his palm, and lit it again. Lin Feiyu noticed something strange in his movements: "Sir, are you left-handed?" "Amazing insight!" Leng Bing looked at his right hand holding the cigarette: "How did you see that?" Lin Feiyu smiled without saying a word. "Insight, um, this is the first quality that distinguishes us from ordinary people," Leng Bing nodded, "Usually speaking, it is also the most important skill when we perform tasks... followed by agility and intelligence mind—the two things that attract me to you." Not sure if this was a compliment, Lin Feiyu decided to keep silent for now. "I've watched the surveillance video of the hospital several times..." Leng Bing took a sip of cigarette lightly: "6 guards, 15 nurses, they didn't even touch your side, to be honest, I doubt myself Can you be so perfect?" Lin Feiyu suddenly felt a little flattered: "I was just...just lucky for a while, if..." "Luck is usually ranked second in my ability list," Leng Bing interrupted Lin Feiyu unceremoniously: "If it weren't for this escape video, I wouldn't be able to spot you, and you wouldn't be sitting in front of me. So you should be thankful for your luck and treat it like your own talent." "Yes, sir..." Lin Feiyu replied seriously, "I've made a note." "But luck doesn't come to those who are unprepared." Leng Bing suddenly changed the topic: "Tell me, why did you want to escape from the room at that time?" "Hey!" Lin Feiyu seemed a little excited: "How can they lock a normal person in a mental hospital? No matter who it is, they will choose to escape, right?" "Normal person?" For the first time since entering the room, a smile appeared on the corner of Leng Bing's mouth: "Every lunatic firmly believes that he is a normal person." "But I passed all the tests!" If it wasn't for the fact that his hands were tightly tied, Lin Feiyu would have jumped up just now: "...Sorry, sir..." He shook his head: "I...I'm a little excited..." "Call me Leng Bing. If you insist on adding honorifics..." Leng Bing took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out another white Seven Star cigarette, and lit it slowly: "Call me 'Leng Bing' Brother' that's it... you mentioned the test?" "Well," Lin Feiyu sighed after calming down: "Rorschach test, intelligence test, color accumulation test, Sudoku practice, dynamic perception test... I have been involved in this kind of test almost every two days for half a year. It's sometimes short, mostly over under 15 minutes." "You all passed?" "I don't know the exact result, but I heard the whispers of the doctors..." Lin Feiyu moistened his throat: "They said I was a normal person." "That's not what they said to me," Leng Bing smiled slightly: "They said that you have an extremely serious tendency to split personality, and you are different from when you were admitted to the hospital—not because of the treatment, but because of yourself...doctor Decide that you have dreamed up a new personality. You forced yourself to forget the past and become a 'he', a completely different 'new personality' with a completely different personality. Do you feel that you are in a 'normal' People', can this happen?" Lin Feiyu stared at Leng Bing expressionlessly, before speaking after half a minute: "Brother Leng Bing," he paused, and replied not to be outdone: "Who is entangled in the past now? Me or you?" Between the lines, Leng Bing smelled a trace of provocation, he suddenly bent down, and put his whole body in front of Lin Feiyu's face, making eye contact with him at a distance of less than 10 centimeters, and looked at each other for a full ten seconds. "Have you never practiced any martial arts?" A very sudden and inexplicable question, Lin Feiyu answered without thinking: "No." "Have you touched a gun before?" "No...the kind that shoots BB bombs?" Leng Bing straightened up again, walked slowly to the table, took out a small note from his pocket, and threw it on the table. "Your score in the CQB simulation training yesterday was 39.55 seconds..." He turned his head and propped his arms on the table: "82% of the field agents who have worked in the National Security Agency for 30 years can't improve the score. 45 seconds in. And you—a mental patient who touched a gun on the sixth day, actually broke the record I set in 2011." Leng Bing lowered his head, shook his head slightly, and then raised his head to face Lin Feiyu: "I guess I'm not mistaken, you are the Secret Service Seven—or the kind of genius I need. I don't know You don't care what happened in the past, I just ask you, at least from now on, to be responsible for your own future, for the future of Secret Service Seven, for the future of the Security Bureau, and for the future of the entire People's Republic of China, Do you understand?" Lin Feiyu's chest seemed to be lit with a torch, and he suddenly felt so passionate that he couldn't even speak: "Yes... yes! I must... I understand!" "But sometimes I also need a lunatic—" Leng Bing turned abruptly: "A lunatic like me can face dangers that ordinary people can't face up to with a smile, can overcome the desperate situation in front of him with an almost crazy persistence, can Be reckless when you need to commit, and be able to take the blame when you have to." "I can do it!" As soon as Leng Bing finished speaking, Lin Feiyu immediately nodded firmly: "I don't have anything to worry about, so I don't care about regrets." "Don't draw conclusions too early, kid," Leng Bing pulled out a metal bench from behind the table, slammed it on Lin Feiyu's face, and sat on it slowly: "You still have a lot to learn—criminal investigation, reasoning, intelligence operations, camouflage techniques, interrogation techniques, psychological warfare..." Leng Bing waved his hand: "Even archeology and modern literature, anything that helps us handle cases You have to master everything, but now..." He took a deep breath, and then a large cloud of smoke gushed out of his nasal cavity: "You have to understand that the agents of the National Security Agency are all selected after one in a thousand and one in a thousand. I can say without exaggeration that if you catch a field agent in the bureau, you can get it within a year. After learning all these training subjects...maybe I can master two or three foreign languages..." Leng Bing shrugged, "I don't need such assistants, for me, they can replace and supplement "tools"... In the National Security Agency, there are as many people as you want. What I need is a friend who can really trust me to my back, an elite who can independently support the Seventh Secret Service, It is the one who can inherit my mantle after my unfortunate sacrifice—brother." Lin Feiyu's throat moved slightly, not knowing what to say.Being able to be called "brother" by Leng Bing - what a fascinating honor that is? "I am very focused when dealing with tasks, and I hate being dragged down by my peers, which is why I have been acting alone for the past two years. As for novices, my requirements are more demanding." He took another puff of cigarette, "I don't Possibly looking after each newcomer like a shepherd...especially when they fend for themselves sometimes, not knowing when to move forward and when to run away." Lin Feiyu just listened quietly, keeping his face. "Your skill and reaction are very good, but not enough to keep up with my requirements. I must first train you to be a person who does not need my care and protection, and then it is possible to talk about cooperation and friendship. In my opinion Come on, if you can't fulfill this basic requirement, there's no need for you to stay here—" Leng Bing smiled and shook his head: "Bringing you into the National Security Agency, 99% of people think I'm completely insane, and they all want to see me fail immediately and send you back to where you came from... see what that means?" Lin Feiyu nodded his head slowly, his expression solemn. Leng Bing threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with a leather shoe: "As the root of everything, first of all, I must let you learn to 'bare hands', to ensure that you at least have the ability to protect yourself." He suddenly stretched out his arms and held Lin Feiyu's left hand which was tied to the armrest of the chair. "White hands?" Lin Feiyu looked at Leng Bing who suddenly behaved strangely with suspicious eyes: "What is that? A survival technique in the wild?" Leng Bing carefully separated the five fingers on Lin Feiyu's left hand, and then held his index finger like holding a knife backwards: "No, 'baekhou' is a fighting technique I invented." He paused: "I combined the Bajiquan I practiced when I was young, the Xingyiquan I practiced in middle school, and the MMA and Gracie Judo I learned later. Together with some basic essentials of CQB, I have developed a set of fighting techniques that only apply to me." Lin Feiyu couldn't help laughing: "Brother Leng Bing, you are still a martial artist. Then this 'white hand' is... ah! Ugh!!" The heart-piercing screams echoed in the small room, as if a person was screaming in agony. Leng Bing broke his left index finger and bent it backwards at 90°. Lin Feiyu panted heavily, almost crying from the pain.He didn't understand why the other party did this, but it was clear that Leng Bing was definitely not on a whim—otherwise, he wouldn't have tied him to the chair in the first place. "'Bare hands' is not a martial art," Leng Bing said in a calm tone as if nothing had happened, "it's an actual combat rule, a concept of fighting at any cost and by any means. It cannot be used to There is no beauty in strengthening the body, let alone any moves. Compared with any other fighting art, it has no advantage in a one-on-one duel." "I..." Lin Feiyu swallowed hard, "I don't understand..." "Which one do you not understand?" Leng Bing smiled slightly: "Is it my interpretation of 'white hands', or what I did to you just now?" Lin Feiyu forced a smile: "I don't understand." Leng Bing gave a meaningful "hmm", then put his fist against his lips, and thought for a moment. "Usually, the tasks we perform do not have clear goals, and sometimes there is no briefing of the case," he said slowly: "These tasks are like homicides that have not yet started or are in progress, and we It is a private detective, from sorting out clues, to logical reasoning, to finally catching the murderer or stopping the crime, we need to complete it independently." "It sounds...it's a..." The pain in his knuckles made Lin Feiyu pause in his speech: "A job that requires a high IQ..." "That's right, I don't deny that." Leng Bing nodded: "This is the most exciting part - you don't know what is waiting for you behind the event, sometimes they are unexpectedly weak, sometimes But strong enough to change your mind about the whole thing." "You mean...those...criminals?" "Not all." Leng Bing once again stretched out his arms and held Lin Feiyu's left hand: "From my personal experience, I have met extremely dedicated tomb robbers, extremely smart cultural relic dealers, and extremely cruel perverts." Murderers... Yes, from a legal point of view, they are all criminals, and some of them are heinous, and it is the duty of the Seventh Secret Service to bring them to justice or bring them to justice on the spot. But sometimes, what we face That's right, it's far more than just 'criminals'..." Leng Bing suddenly showed a slightly ferocious expression: "They are some 'geniuses', monsters created by God to challenge the limits of human beings, their actions are so absurd and unbelievable Terrifying enough to be classed as a 'Category 4 event'...that is, they are as dangerous as an 'alien invasion'." Lin Feiyu had never heard of the so-called "fourth type of event" before, but at least he could understand what an "alien invasion" was. "Don't stare at me with that surprised expression," said with a cold smile, "After you get used to it, you'll find that it's not a big deal. You see, last week I caught a man who claimed to be 'Taibaijinxing'." The reincarnated immortal, he does know a little bit of blindness, but he is still far behind the real master of sorcery... There is also the little gangster in May who is said to be able to travel back to the Qin Dynasty with a mirror. Valuable gadgets to lure women into bed, I don't know how he 'crossed' before, but I have my method - I can make him 'cross' back and forth between reality and fantasy several times with one punch .” Lin Feiyu snorted weakly: "They're all liars..." "Most of the time, yes." Leng Bing nodded seriously: "It's as if you have sex with your girlfriend without a condom, and it is likely that there will be no 'accident' for a few months, so that you start to doubt, what is it? Something is wrong with the seeds, or the land is too barren." Lin Feiyu shook his head: "This metaphor is intentional... Wow!" Without warning, Leng Bing snapped Lin Feiyu's left middle finger again, making a very clear and crisp "click". "But accidentally, 'snap'," Leng Bing spread his hands and stared at the other party with an aggressive gaze: "You have been recruited, and you have encountered the worst situation. You're pregnant..." He stood up suddenly, took out an obviously deformed bullet from his arms, and gently placed it flat on the corner of the table: "This bullet went through my throat." He turned his head away, facing Lin Feiyu and said, "At that time, I was only half a centimeter away from the Babaoshan Martyrs Cemetery..." Leng Bing shrugged, "And that was not the most thrilling thing I have ever encountered scene." Lin Feiyu's head was covered in cold sweat at this moment, and even his complexion turned slightly pale: "...you...what the hell are you going to...what are you going to say?" "The gangsters on the street only have butterfly knives and cement pipes," Leng Bing answered irrelevantly: "The grave robbers may only go out with a shovel, but poachers will definitely have double-barreled shotguns, and smugglers will probably Come out with an AK47 to secure the goods." He continued: "...in Secret Service No. 7, you will never know what kind of person you will meet. Ordinary 'criminals' are fine, but when you meet someone who is truly extraordinary What about outlaws? Most of the time we investigate incidents without a weapon or with a decent one, but when the time comes when we do need a weapon and we find it empty-handed—what to do?" Lin Feiyu tried his best to adjust his breathing. He didn't have the energy to think about the other party's weird question. He waited for a few seconds and didn't get an answer, so he sat back on the bench. "Fear." ——He snapped off Lin Feiyu's left ring finger in a lightning-quick manner—simply and neatly, without any muddling. "despair." —and then the little finger: "In desperation and pain, people's thinking ability will be greatly reduced. Even a professionally trained agent will be as vulnerable as a headless chicken once his will collapses." Leng Bing said, taking out a A swiss army knife with a dazzling cold light: "Before you, I had two assistants...or partners. They died for no reason—the action that should be done was not done, and the method that should be figured out I didn’t think about it, and I didn’t avoid the death that should be avoided, I don’t want you to make the same mistake, and I don’t want to see someone around me fall down again.” "Haha...haha...haha..." Lin Feiyu let out his anger violently, raised one eyebrow, and squinted at Leng Bing: "So you just broke my finger? Huh?" "So you have to learn how to use your bare hands!" Leng Bing grabbed Lin Feiyu's short hair and frowned: "You have to learn how to survive in the danger of being outnumbered and unarmed!" He pushed Lin Feiyu's forehead hard : "No one will provide support for you, no one will rescue you, only you can trust and rely on yourself, even if you are desperate and helpless, don't call out 'help', but keep calm Use your mind, grasp the opportunity that comes in a flash of inspiration, and try your best to create miracles that others think are impossible." "Learn...to learn to do nothing..." Lin Feiyu smiled bitterly: "Can you...can you create miracles?" "White hand is a kind of unarmed technique specially aimed at the weapon holder." Leng Bing flipped the saber in his hand, "No matter what kind of guy the opponent is holding—from a fruit knife to a rocket launcher, there is no difference in front of the white hand. It is similar to It is more complicated and professional than the spear-grabbing technique in special police melee training - amazing reaction, quick skill, calm mind, fearless spirit, calm heart, these elements are indispensable. White hands Every attack is the last blow after careful calculation, betting your life, and you can't tolerate failure, because failure means death, and there will be no second chance. Because of this, learn to To have a white hand is to have the courage to face death directly, and to keep a clear mind at the critical moment of life and death." "Such... awesome... stuff... I... Of course I want to learn..." Lin Feiyu took a breath: "But I... don't understand... Does this have anything to do with... breaking my finger...? " As if as an answer to Lin Feiyu's question, Leng Bing suddenly revealed his fierce look, and a fierce general knife plunged into the back of Lin Feiyu's right hand, pierced through the flesh, and deeply embedded in the armrest of the wooden chair. "Fuck!" Lin Feiyu finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and yelled: "Ah! Oh...damn it! Fuck! This f*ck...fuck...heh...ha...is it some kind of torture training? ?” "From a psychological point of view, torture and bare hands have the same essence," Leng Bing said unhurriedly: "Use the moment when the other person's heart trembles, and then apply a strong stimulus to completely destroy his will." He pointed out Pointing to Lin Feiyu's twisted left hand: "Oh, another reminder, this level is far from torture training in the bureau, it's just a small test I designed for you." "Test... what? The... toughness of the fingers?" "You are still struggling with your fingers..." Leng Bing stood up again, turned his back to Lin Feiyu, and then took out something from the inner pocket of his coat: "The person who tied me up couldn't find a suitable hemp rope," he continued, "so he tied my hands and feet with short plastic ropes and fixed me to a chair... which is similar to what you look like now." "You?" Lin Feiyu asked puzzledly, "Are you tied up?" "That's right." When Leng Bing turned around, he had an extra 54-style in his hand: "I clearly remember that the person who broke my fingers took five seconds to pull the pistol out of his waistband. While uttering wild words, he turned and aimed, and died." "Dead? Who... who died?" "I," Leng Bing said with a faint smile, "I beat him to death...but I was almost there." He pointed to the bullet on the corner of the table, "Fortunately, his marksmanship is average, at least it's just bad luck." .” Lin Feiyu looked at his hands and snorted, "How is this possible?" "You are dazzled by pain and depression, of course you can't think of a way." "How can there be a way?" Lin Feiyu roared angrily: "You teach me how to do it?" Leng Bing stepped forward, bent down, turned his body and turned his face sideways, grabbed the handle of the dagger on Lin Feiyu's right hand with his mouth, pulled it out suddenly, then held it in his hand, and turned it halfway circle, and handed it to Lin Feiyu's face: "Hold on." Lin Feiyu's eyes widened in surprise: "You... used your mouth to hold the knife..." "I'll tell you to suck it up." Ling Bing said coldly. Lin Feiyu had no choice but to follow suit, biting the handle of the Swiss Army Knife. "Inverted!" Leng Bing frowned, "How are you going to cut the plastic rope on your left hand like this?" Lin Feiyu was surprised - this method works!He carefully moved the handle of the knife with his tongue, and slid the blade of the general knife from the right to the left, but at this moment, he discovered another problem: the plastic rope tightly strangled his wrist, And because of the struggle just now, two of them were deeply embedded in the flesh - it's impossible to start!Not to mention that Lin Feiyu is using his mouth at this time. what to do? Lin Feiyu raised his head and glanced at Leng Bing. This strange man was expressionless, staring at him with a serious and even expectant gaze. Intuition told Lin Feiyu that the "test" on him had reached a critical stage. If he flinched now, he would say goodbye to the National Security Agency—maybe he would be sent back to a mental hospital. He gritted his teeth, tilted his head and pressed the tip of the knife against the plastic rope on his wrist, and cut off the fleshy flesh.After picking it back and forth a few times, there were only rough nicks on the plastic rope, but there were already several scratches on the wrist, bloody and bloody. "Wisdom and courage are indispensable." Leng Bing shook his head, and lightly tapped the handle of the wooden chair with the back of his hand, "Your wrist is tied to the chair by a plastic rope, and vice versa? The chair is also tied to you by a plastic rope." on my body!" Lin Feiyu, Lin Feiyu, how could you make such a mistake that even a three-year-old child would not make?He wanted to stomp his feet in remorse, and had to admit that he was really flustered in the face of the predicament, and even lost his basic power of observation. Using the handle of the wooden chair as a cushion, he cut all the ropes with just two strokes back and forth. Lin Feiyu, who was sweating profusely, quickly held the knife with his right hand and freed his left wrist from the bondage. "As I said just now, it took him five seconds to draw the gun out of his waistband." Leng Bing shook the five-four style in his hand: "How much time do you think you have to cut all the ropes?" Lin Feiyu, who was untying the plastic rope on his ankle, suddenly stopped, thought for a while, and raised his head: "With a knife?" He asked tentatively, "Is it thrown with a knife?" "Then you lose it." Lin Feiyu frowned: "Huh?" Leng Bing took a step back, straightened his arms, and pointed a gun at Lin Feiyu's forehead: "Throw me with a knife." Lin Feiyu hesitated for a few seconds, pinched the blade, aimed at the wall behind Leng Bing, and threw the dagger.Since he has not received any training in throwing hidden weapons, Lin Feiyu can't guarantee that he will not accidentally injure Leng Bing, so he "throws" the dagger rather than "throwing" it. The sharp edge of the dagger brushed against the cold side face, hit the wall, and fell to the ground again.Leng Bing didn't move at all, and didn't even blink his eyes, as if he didn't see the flying knife that was so close at hand. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and a small cloud of gunpowder smoke burst out from the May 4th Form in the cold hand, and slowly drifted away under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, like a petite elf, jumping up in front of people and making a grimace, Immediately hid again. Lin Feiyu was so frightened that he slumped on the chair, not daring to breathe out. He glanced at the new bullet hole on the back of his corner of the eye—it was less than half an inch away from his left ear. "It's impossible for the enemy to miss every time," said coldly, "so you must ensure that you miss every time." "But..." Lin Feiyu said puzzledly: "We are training, right? How...how can it be real? What if I accidentally miss you..." Leng Bing laughed dryly twice, put away his gun and said, "It's up to you?" After the initial embarrassment, Lin Feiyu also smiled: "I understand, next time I will definitely stick to my heart." "You are only allowed to throw it when I tell you to." Leng Bing shrugged, "'White Hand' is not a supernatural power. I don't want to be killed by my apprentice." "By the way, Brother Leng Bing, I didn't question your ability..." Lin Feiyu pointed to his left hand: "But how did you solve this problem at that time? Did you straighten your fingers one by one?" Leng Bing didn't answer, but picked up the warhead resting on the corner of the table, stuffed it back into his pocket, walked to the entrance of the room, and knocked hard on the iron door three times. While he was lowering his head to light his cigarette, three burly men in dark green camouflage vests pushed the door in and stood around the square table in the shape of "pin". Lin Feiyu was dumbfounded, and suddenly had an ominous premonition, which became even stronger when he noticed that the three of them were holding sticks, chains and cement pipes in their hands. "Brother Leng Bing," the big man standing in the middle suddenly said, "We have been waiting for a long time..." Leng Bing took a puff of cigarette greedily, and even his cheeks were sunken in: "Sorry, I'm going to make a long speech again." "Has this kid listened to it?" "Listen more or less." With a smile on his face, Leng Bing squeezed through the three huge bodies, facing Lin Feiyu and said: "At that time, I didn't have time to deal with the wound on my hand, and the other three murderers rushed in. They rushed up, trying to put me to death and then quickly..." He paused, "So I had to kill two of them. Only one is left for the statement." Lin Feiyu understood everything now - everything he suffered today was nothing more than Leng Bing's deliberate "remake" of the scene when he was performing the mission back then. "Hey! Wait!" Lin Feiyu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "You told me to deal with these three people now?" "I've lowered the difficulty," Leng Bing turned his head to compare with the big guys behind him: "The three people I met at the time were holding machetes, machetes, and machetes." "How is this possible?" Lin Feiyu shook his head vigorously: "How can I be on the same level as you? I'm just a newcomer, and I don't know that...'white hands'!" "Hey, Brother Leng Bing," a big man said with a smile, "You want to teach this silly boy 'bare hands'?" 冷冰没有理他，而是又朝前走了两步，站到林飞羽的跟前： “这三人是我的朋友，来自二科，”他先是压低了声音：“我了解他们的身手，所以你只管拼命，不用考虑后果。”然后又朝门外指了指，“出门右转上楼，走到尽头就是我的办公室，无论你用什么办法，今天午夜12点之前，你能站到我的面前，就算是通过测试，明天就可以正式开始训练——由我亲自教会你一切。” “可我……我连架都没打过，”林飞羽也小声道：“而且还受了伤！” 冷冰呼出一口烟圈：“那是你的事，孩子。” 在林飞羽呆若木鸡的注视之下，冷冰慢慢转过身，朝门口走去。中间那个大汉见状忙闪到一边，为冷冰让出路来。 “冷冰哥，”他嬉皮笑脸地问道：“这次怎么搞？” 冷冰在他跟前顿了顿脚，略作思索，然后轻描淡写地吐出一句标准的四川方言： “弄死。” 在冷冰锁上铁门的同时，屋内传来了嘈杂的踢打声。他把烟蒂丢到一旁的垃圾桶内，又打开了烟盒，从里面抽出一根新烟，叼在唇上，却没有急着去点。 打斗的动静突然小了下去，反而传来了一些交谈的声音，他有些好奇地打开铁门上的小窗，却发现屋内一片漆黑，显然是什么人把桌上的灯给搞灭了。 破坏视线以抵消数量上的劣势，这恰恰是当年冷冰所采取的策略。 “不错，”他点了点头，“挺有天赋。” 冷冰合上铁窗，转过身，突然想起审讯室外面禁止吸烟，于是又不慌不忙地把嘴上的家伙取下，捏在手里。 “差点忘了说，”在掏出烟盒的一刹那，他突然像想起了什么似的喃喃自语起来：“林飞羽这名字不错，你就用它好了。”