As time goes by, the pain will become weaker, but I don't want time to heal my pain. Even if I escape from the pain and forget everything, I will only get stagnation and be unable to move forward. ——Ciel Phantomhive.
This sentence comes from the comic work "Black Butler" by Japanese cartoonist Su Liang, in which Ciel Phantomhive is the protagonist.
"Black Butler" is a manga serialized by Shuliang in the October 2006 issue of "Monthly GFantasy". Due to the events of 1999, the history of this earth has undergone tremendous changes. Therefore, this comic does not exist in this world at all. Of course, even if it does appear on the market, Mr. Hong will not look at it.
But this does not affect my use of Charles's lines to describe Mr. Hong's past.
Thirty years ago, Mr. Hong was not called Mr. Hong. Others called him: "Uncle Hong."
Uncle Hong is a veteran federal soldier and belongs to the special operations force. This special operations force does not refer to special forces, but to modified human soldiers.
Uncle Hong is the oldest in the unit, so everyone calls him "Uncle Hong". Although he is only thirty-five or six, he is ten or eight years older than his comrades. Because whether it is a genetically modified person or a mechanically modified person, the selection of soldiers to undergo modification must first meet physical requirements. In fact, Uncle Hong's physical fitness in his thirties is no longer at its peak, but he is ruthless enough to himself.
He exercised his body in an almost "torture" way, rain or shine. In the end, Uncle Hong got his wish. At the age of thirty-four, he entered the selection process, underwent genetic modification surgery, and became a genetically modified human warrior.
What is the most powerful emotion in the world? I think the answer for many people will be: love. And Uncle Hong's answer must be: hatred.
Uncle Hong has a bloody feud with aliens: his parents and wife were killed by the gunfire of the alien spacecraft, and only his young son survived.
After hearing the bad news, Uncle Hong returned to his ruined home. He knelt down in front of the ruins, but he did not cry. He knew that crying would not kill his enemy. Uncle Hong only did two things later. One was to arrange for his son to attend the rear military academy, and the other was to fill out a form voluntarily participating in the human transformation program.
Revenge cannot only rely on passion, it also requires strength, otherwise the cruel reality will cool down the boiling blood.
Genetic modification gave Uncle Hong the power to seek revenge. He was not afraid of death on the battlefield, often tearing apart alien vehicles with his bare hands, dragging out the aliens inside and twisting them into twists. Uncle Hong never had prisoners in his hands, only corpses.
Although he has great military exploits, Uncle Hong's military rank is not high, he is only a lieutenant. Because it is difficult to evaluate the morality and ethics of Cyborg warriors, and they are more or less invisible, it is not appropriate to grant them higher military ranks and honors.
Fortunately, Uncle Hong didn't care about this. What he said to his superiors was: "I don't need any promotion. Sending me to the front line is the greatest reward for me."
During the War of Fire, half the people on the earth died. Almost everyone has a deep grudge against the alien invaders, but there are really not many people who work hard to take revenge like Uncle Hong. The survivors were more grateful for their good luck. The alien weapons did not fall on them and they survived for another day.
Therefore, Uncle Hong, who was out of tune with the people around him, got a nickname: "Mad Dog". It means that he is like a mad dog who is desperate to bite off a piece of meat from the alien.
No one expected that Uncle Hong would survive until the end of the Fire War, including Uncle Hong himself. Things in the world are probably so wonderful. Those who are willing to die share the victory, while those who are greedy for life and fear of death will not survive the next moment.
Unfortunately, Uncle Hong's good life after the war did not last long.
His son, a young man about to graduate from military school and become a Union soldier, died in a murder.
Although his son's death was classified as an accident, Uncle Hong made inquiries and learned that someone deliberately wanted his son to die. But the motive for this life-threatening incident turned out to be just the jealousy between two young men competing for a certain girl.
The murderer had a deep background in the Federation, and his father's status was so high that Uncle Hong looked up to him. It's not like Uncle Hong never thought about killing someone and exchanging one life for another, but the murderer was surrounded by people with high-level abilities and there were no flaws.
It doesn't matter, Uncle Hong can wait for the opportunity. An old mad dog is still a mad dog and will not turn into a sheep.
Later, Uncle Hong disappeared from the world. When he appeared again, he was already one of the Seven Guards of the Dark Army, known as "Old Hong".
…
The above is the past in Mr. Hong’s revolving lantern.
He never understood until his death how the young man in front of him defeated him.
five minutes ago.
Lu Yin held Uzi submachine guns in both hands and pointed the muzzle at Mr. Hong: "Senior, I'm offended."
Mr. Hong stepped forward to face the barrage: "If you don't offend, everyone is his own master."
"Thank you for your understanding, senior." Lu Yin kept firing and retreated: "By the way, senior may have misunderstood."
"When I say offended, I don't mean that I will hit you with a gun now."
"It's about what happens next."
"What!" Mr. Hong was shocked by Lu Yin's words. He knew that Lu Yin's ability was an oracle that could be called a bug. No one except Lu Yin himself knew what God said in his ears. It is entirely possible for Lu Yin to prepare for battle in advance, as the bomb in the office proves.
Originally, Xu Xi's strategy was for Hong Lao to contain Lu Yin, while Han Zhou chose the opportunity to snipe Lu Yin; or Han Zhou fired to assist, covering Hong Lao for a close-quarters kill. One close and one long relied on each other, and the tactics were very successful. Unfortunately, Han Zhou was shot in the head by Lu Yin before he even fired a shot.
The agreed bullets did not come to the rescue, and thinking about the Remington 4000 in Lu Yin's hand before the war started, Mr. Hong knew better. As he could only fight alone, he gave priority to conservation, stopped pursuing, and went all out to defend, alert to possible dangers around him.
"Boohoo!" Sure enough, an unknown gas spurted out from the wall, and the unknown gas that looked like thick smoke quickly spread throughout the corridor.
"Poisonous gas?" Mr. Hong is not afraid of this type of attack. His body has powerful detoxification capabilities. "No, it's just a smoke bomb. Hey, this kind of thing can't stop me."
Hong Lao's body contains a variety of biological genes. As far as detection is concerned, he has the far vision of an eagle, the ultrasonic positioning of a bat, the sense of smell of a dog, and the heat sense of a snake. Logically speaking, smoke bombs are useless, but...
"What kind of smoke is this? How can it block my perception?"
Mr. Hong was so frightened that he tried all the above methods: the eagle's vision could only see a distance of half a meter in front of him, the ultrasonic waves emitted by the mouth were like a mud cow entering the sea, and his sense of smell and heat induction also failed.
"Chacha", Hong Lao's body shape changed again. The thick muscles came from the orangutan, the shield skin belonged to the rhinoceros, and the steel needles growing on the body came from the porcupine. When the situation is unclear, only by strengthening defense capabilities can we remain stable in response to changes.
"Da da da da da", dense bullets penetrated the thick smoke. They may not shoot at Mr. Hong, but the corridor is narrow and Mr. Hong is huge, so 90% of the bullets still hit him.
"This kind of attack can't hurt me." Mr. Hong didn't take the painless shot to heart. He was wary of Lu Yin's other methods: "What kind of killing move has this kid prepared? Can he break my three-level attack in one fell swoop?" Defense? Missiles? High explosives? Uh..."
Mr. Hong had already been hit by Lu Yin's killer moves - those useless bullets. There is a medicine stored inside these bullets, which is automatically injected when the bullet hits Mr. Hong. The pain of the needle piercing the skin was masked by the impact of the bullet. The amount of medicine in one bullet was only a little, but the combined dosage of dozens of bullets caused a qualitative change.
This potion is a genetic weapon. Its only function is to destroy the genetic structure. It is especially effective for genetically modified people.
Mr. Hong's genetic chain is riddled with holes. There are too many foreign genes in his body, and the genetic chain is already very fragile. If it were an ordinary person, it would take several hours for the potion to take effect, but against Mr. Hong, the effect was almost immediate.
Strong and weak have always coexisted.
The exhaust fan on the ceiling blew away the thick smoke, and Lu Yin walked towards Mr. Hong. His hands were empty and the gun was slung behind his back. At this time, Mr. Hong was already dying, and he turned back into the ordinary old man who was withered and thin. Having lost his genetic power, no matter how desperate he counterattacks, he can't hurt the ghost-level ability user.
"What was the black smoke just now?" Mr. Hong wanted to understand. Later, he realized that the black smoke had the effect of paralyzing the body. He inhaled black smoke, and the gas affected his sense of body. Mr. Hong could have distinguished the impact of the bullet from the sting of the needle.
"They come from an alien creature that came out of Well No. 2. We call them smoke lizards. The smoke lizards are nothing special and their combat power is very weak, but the black smoke that their corpses turn into after death is very useful. To deal with your smoke bombs It is specially made by our BTS, and the shielding effect is better."
Mr. Hong nodded as hard as he could. His opponent was strategizing, and he did not lose unjustly.
Lu Yin looked at Mr. Hong's face and asked hesitantly: "Uncle Hong?"
Mr. Hong's eyes widened when he heard this name that he had not used in many years.
"Sure enough, it's you." Lu Yin saw Mr. Hong's reaction: "Do you still remember the Changsha Counterattack thirty-three years ago?"
Seeing Mr. Hong's puzzled look, Lu Yin explained: "During that battle, you saved a group of new soldiers, including my father."
"Later, my father served in the federal army and never forgot your life-saving grace. When I mentioned you many times in front of me, my appearance and deeds were vivid in my mind. However, when my father had access to the secrets of human transformation, your whereabouts were unknown. ”
Lu Yin paused for a moment, then said after careful consideration: "Your son's matter... my father is also very concerned about it."
A look of excitement appeared on Mr. Hong's face. A person is about to die, but his son's revenge has not yet been settled. At this time, Lu Yin said these words, could it be...
"The boy is willing to repay the kindness of his predecessors."
"This junior will seek an explanation for the senior's revenge against Young Master Ling."
"Gu Gu", Mr. Hong's Adam's apple rolled, and a "thank you" exhausted his last strength. Mr. Hong closed his eyes. He had been looking forward to it for more than thirty years, and now he could finally be reunited with his family.
In the dim corridor, Lu Yin saluted Mr. Hong's body with a federal military salute, observed three seconds of silence, and then turned around and left.
