Scholarly Shadow

Chapter 31 Get a Tattoo

Wang Fan suddenlyI feel like I'm such a failure. I've been here for almost three months and I still don't know what the other team's code name is. It's so embarrassing.

Uncle Feng saw Wang Fan's strange expressionI asked casually, "You didn't know?"

Asking that question is truly a black mark.That was awkward.

Wang Fan's face darkened as he picked up his glass: "Have some wine."

Wang Fan really didn't know, and it seemed like no one had told him either. He had always thought that their team didn't have a code name.

If he recalls it, it seems that no one had ever told Wang Fan what the team's code name was.

It's actually quite simple. In the beginning, no one thought Wang Fan could stay here for long, so no one paid any attention to him.

Here, everyone is judged by their abilities. If an ordinary person wants to get in...Joining this squad is absolutely impossible.

Think about it, even Uncle Feng has culinary skills.Yes, but what does Wang Fan know?

Can you speak plainly without any substance?

"It's normal that you don't know, because those mercenaries don't care about you. Here, strength is everything."

If you're just an ordinary person who doesn't know anything, no one will pay attention to you.

They all have their own lives after completing their missions, so there's no need for them to pay too much attention to you.

After hearing Uncle Feng's words, Wang Fan truly understood a principle: mercenaries in the dark world are not made by...The leather was sent to fight.

Wang Fan himself understood this principle, so once he figured it out, there was nothing to be sad about.

Wang Fan was a little curious: "Uncle Feng, why do you think it's necessary?""To make a Red Medal?"

Uncle Feng shook his head: "Who knows?"

However, Lem and his Red Medal Squad are in the business.They are quite formidable, comparable to the special forces in the US Delta Force.

And they're even more formidable; their fighting power is truly terrifying.

Speaking of Lyme and his group's fighting strength, Wang Fan admits that he was saved by Lyme and his group before.

Will I ever reach that level?

Wang Fan muttered this to himself, and Uncle Feng next to him chuckled and said, "Hehe, things don't always go as planned, but human effort can make a difference."

Your current determination is indeedI admire you. For an ordinary college student like you to have come this far is a complete leap forward.

Great, if you maintain this for another four or five years, you'll see significant improvement."This is my chance."

Upon hearing that it would take another four or five years, Wang Fan was instantly stunned. Four or five years?

At this moment, Victor returned. As soon as he came back, he pointed at Wang Fan with a hint of drunkenness and said, "Damn it, you little brat, you dared to trick me into drinking. Come on, keep drinking."

This guy wants to drink again.

"Let's go for a stroll on the beach."

Uncle Feng picked up a bottle of wine, and Wang Fan, pulling Victor along, followed Uncle Feng away.

"Oh, the sea, my brother, my brother!" Victor shouted as he ran around the beach like a madman..

Uncle Feng and Wang Fan strolled along the beach. Wang Fan tilted his head and glanced at Uncle Feng, who had long hair: "Uncle Feng, you must have something to tell us about bringing us into the city today.""Shall we do it?"

Uncle Feng stood on the beach facing the vast sea: "Yes, today we're here to commemorate someone."

Uncle Feng squatted down on the beach and piled up a small sand mound with his hands, pointing to three...After smoking, he stared blankly at the small sand pile.

Wang Fan, standing nearby, didn't know what to say. Meanwhile, Victor lay on the beach like a dead man.NoIt became quiet again.

"Uncle Feng, is that you?"

Wang Fan was a little embarrassed to ask who exactly needed Uncle Feng's offering of sacrifices.

Uncle Feng picked up the bottle and began pouring wine onto the beach: "An important person."

"Comrade?"

Wang Fan asked a question, but Uncle Feng did not answer.

“people? "

Wang Fan asked another question, but Uncle Feng still didn't answer.

"Is it a relative?"

Wang Fan asked another question, but Uncle Feng still didn't answer.

This puzzled Wang Fan; they weren't comrades-in-arms, nor...If it's not a relative, then who could it be?

After pouring wine over the small sand pile, Uncle Feng squatted down in front of it, took out a paper crane from his pocket, and placed it on the sand: "I am paying respects to a five-year-old child."The child is an Asian from Malaysia.

"It was a child I killed with my own hands."

To be honest, Wang Fan was somewhat shocked when Uncle Feng said it.

At the same time, Uncle Feng took a big gulp of wine and handed the bottle to Wang Fan, slowly raising it.He said, "Victor guessed right without hesitation. I was once a member of the dark world. During a mission, I killed...".

Wang Fan had no way to come to AnUncle Feng, Wang Fan was indeed in a state of shock when he heard Uncle Feng talk about the person he had killed.

"If you consider it an accident, then it was an accident, but I was the one who fired the shot, so I'm the one who killed him."

So, after that incident, I faked my own death and then followed Lyme to Red Riding Hood to work as a cook.

After Uncle Feng finished speaking, he sat down in front of the small sand pile. Wang Fan handed the wine bottle to Uncle Feng, who then continued drinking.

Wang Fan sat on Uncle Feng's seat.sideAlreadyThis slightly weathered middle-aged man on the side, heThere is always agodofcolor.

It's clear that this man has many, many stories to tell.

"WhatSleep? "

Wang Fan asked this question, and Uncle Feng next to him asked in a puzzled tone, "What?"

Wang Fan picked up the bottle, took a sip of wine, and sighed, "Sigh, I asked you what you were like when you killed someone."Sleep?

haveDo you feel it?

I think you people from the dark world shouldn't have any... when you're killing...Do you think so?

Uncle Feng looked at the vast sea: "At the beginning of the killings..."I felt like I was committing a crime, but then I killed more and more people, and then it didn't matter anymore.I'm asleep.

There is a sayingKilling one is a sin, slaughtering ten thousand makes one a hero, but slaughtering five million makes one the hero among heroes.

Faced with someone like Uncle Feng, whose killing skills have reached a whole new level, Wang Fan really couldn't offer any praise.

However, Wang Fan still had questions to ask, because they concerned his future.

This is what Wang Fan wants to do in the future; he doesn't want to have an experience like Uncle Feng's.

Of course, it should be noted that Wang Fan is an extremely stubborn person; once he has made up his mind about something...He was determined to see it through to the end.

Wang Fan once made a bet with his roommate Monkey that he could finish reading all the books in the library before graduation. Monkey didn't believe that the bet was for a drink.

In the end, on graduation day, Monkey treated Wang Fan to a drink by himself.

So once Wang Fan decides he wants to be a mercenary, he will do it.

But now Wang Fan needs to understand the unique characteristics of these mercenaries.and dangers, etc.condition.

Wang Fan took a sip of baijiu and asked Uncle Feng, "Uncle Feng, are mercenaries really the kind who will kill anyone?"

Including womenWith children?

The reason Wang Fan asked this question is because of the little child that Uncle Yu Feng was commemorating.

Uncle Feng lit a fire for himself.cigaretteHe took a sip and turned to look at Wang Fan: "Yes, but it was all out of necessity."Under what circumstances.

"I ask you, if a seven or eight-year-old child suddenly came up with a rocket launcher and tried to blow you up while you were on a mission, what would you do?"

To be honest, Uncle Feng's question really stumped Wang Fan.

Before Wang Fan could think, Uncle Feng added, "In that kind of environment, you don't have time to think. You have to use your experience to figure things out."What should we do?

In terms of experience, Wang FanyiThey have no experience with money.

"I will shoot."

When Wang Fan said this, Wang Fan's expression...It was clearly extremely involuntary.

Uncle Feng turned his head and glanced at Wang Fan: "You won't shoot."

Because you weren't in that situation, you'd rather be blown up than fire a shot.

"Why?"

Wang Fan was confused. He said he could fire a gun if he wanted to, but Uncle Feng insisted that he couldn't.

Uncle Feng explained: "Because every industry has its own rules. Although mercenaries are not regular troops and have many restrictions, they still have their own rules."

War is cruel, and mercenaries are inherently...It's also cruel, a synonym for death, but they won't pursue it.They killed civilians, especially the elderly, women, and children.

Of course, I can't guarantee that all mercenaries in the dark world are as bad as I've described; there are bound to be some scoundrels.

Of course, there are many thingsIt really does take these bad apples to get things done..

Go ask Lem. Lem served his entire life as a soldier, whether in the regular army or as a mercenary, and he never fired at the elderly, weak, women, or children.

You will have psychological"Shadow."

Hearing Uncle Feng's explanation, Wang Fan still...It feels somewhat unreal.

Why is it considered unrealistic? Because he himself never participated in the war, so he cannot...Will you see people in the midst of war?The kind that is slowly fading away.Sleep.

If you canTo become a mercenary, and then go to warIf the government is carrying out a mission, you'll find it very difficult.

Uncle Feng seemed to have left this sentence unsaid.What exactly is difficult about it?

Wang Fan took out a cigarette from Uncle Feng's cigarette case.He lit a cigarette for himself: "But since I've chosen this path, I'll see it through to the end."

"The path you choose, you have to walk it to the end, even if you have to crawl on your knees, right?"

Uncle Feng suddenly chuckled: "Hehe, you can quit now."

"Scorpio has found enough information about you to prove your innocence. Go back." Before Uncle Feng could finish speaking, Wang Fan interrupted him, "I personally don't like giving up halfway."

And I know very well that the poison master won't let me off easily.

I want to become stronger, I want to find...,letThey realized the mistakes they had made.

"But this is a very difficult road for you, and it may end before you even begin."

As soon as Uncle Feng said that, Wang Fan's expression changed.He chuckled and said, "Hehe, my mom once said..."People who laugh are usually lucky.

So I just laugh out loud whenever I feel like it, haha.

Wherever I end up, that's where I'll be.

I have no regrets in my life.

"The chances of you killing the poison master are very low."

Uncle Feng suddenly changed the subject, and from his words, it seemed that he knew a lot about the drug addict.

Of course, Wang Fan had to ask. He asked Uncle Feng out of curiosity, "How powerful is the Poison Master?"

“He was wanted by international police and police forces from various countries for eight years.

Every time, it's the police who lose face; they always suffer a crushing defeat.

I had Victor find some spidersThe trail has been found; the organization that is the nemesis of the drug lord has been located.Clues, so they hunted down.

But I never expected you to appear out of nowhere.

Whenever Uncle Feng brought up this matter, Wang Fan wanted to find a dark corner to cry for a while.

Who knew that the person next to himNoScorpio suddenly stood up: "Haha, Little Fanfan, I saw your..."Here's the video of the teacher pulling you into the car.