"Why don't you tell me first..."
Finally, there was a response.
The tone of the response was calm, and Yasen and Srog could even directly feel from this tone that the other person was smiling when he spoke.
The sound of footsteps trampling on the branches and leaves on the ground was slow and slow, without any cover, coming from down the hillside, gradually.
"Tell me what makes you have such an illusion... that we would really completely ignore a young genius who has made such a great contribution to the Chinese runner-up army before he has grown up? "
Even the questioning was not intense. A figure appeared from the bottom of the hillside, walked to and stood not far away from them, and frowned slightly.
If the information in my memory is correct, the runner-up of the Azure Hua Department, Hua Shuai Hua Bilu, should be in his thirties or nearly forty years old, but the person in front of him looks like he is only in his twenties or nineteen.
A simple military-made white shirt, a ninth-generation device, and a dead-iron fixed blade that is one size smaller than the standard azure sword behind him.
This man named Hua has the aura of a scholar from the 10s and 20s, even a bit delicate, but his temperament is not as strong as his reputation.
He looks like he should be sitting in a classroom at Cambridge or Oxford studying history rather than appearing here. Srog thought, and hoped so.
But he actually knows very well that the person in front of him is a real killer. Comparing the four super combat powers of the Chinese sub-class, he must be the first in terms of the number of people killed.
Because he is the chief officer of the secret team of the Azure Hua sub-front army that hunts down traitors and performs special tasks. Although he does not appear on any ranking list, he is actually recognized as the number one killer of the Chinese Asian Front.
The reason why he is not on the list is simply because calling him a killer directly seems to be offensive.
"The rules of the Injustice City..." Srog tried to find a way to survive for himself, because at a certain level, the other party actually had the identity of the Injustice City.
"The rules there don't work in Chinese Asia." Hua Bichang shook his head, then smiled and said: "Otherwise, why has no one taken the mission with the highest reward in history for more than 20 years and given it a try? Kill Chen Bu hungry?"
"Yes." Srog nodded.
As long as there is Chen Buxu in Hua Department, Chen Buxu is one of the rules of this behind-the-scenes world...including Injustice City.
In my memory, ten years ago, Chen Buxu visited the Injustice City in person after the Blue World Alliance meeting, and killed an assassin in the street who had previously entered the country and tried to assassinate the chairman of the Chinese Asian Front Army.
The Italian killer named Nite Owl was ranked third on the killer list at the time. But he couldn't even force Chen Buxu to use the red sword, let alone the legendary sword that killed so and so.
"I", Srog thought for a moment and said sincerely as he could: "When I set out, he had not made such a big contribution. I..."
"I hate quibbling." Hua Bicheng said and laughed, and suddenly joked a little chatty: "Because I am actually very good at this."
Srog, who had no experience joking at all, said: "I had no idea the consequences would be so serious."
This sentence came out of his mouth and was considered the truth. But actually what Srog wants to say is, I didn't know you would let someone of this level appear here.
If it weren't for him at this moment, Srog would have to fight no matter what.
There was a brief silence.
"So, Hua Shuai..."
"You go."
A sentence that could determine life or death was spoken so briskly.
"..." Incredible surprise, do you want to tell the truth? Don't dare, that's too stupid. The last two words he spoke were: "Thank you." Sluoge bowed, fearing that Hua Bilu would change his mind, so he quickly turned around and prepared to leave.
"Since you want to kill him, just leave it to him. I will tell him about it." Hua Bilu spoke from behind and continued: "Three years, it's less than a year now. Wait until he stays in Weilan." If you are still willing to come after three years, even if you come, I will never interfere. If you don't come, I will wait for him to find you."
"...Yes." Srog didn't dare to stop.
"Leave the country within three days or die. By the way, go back and inform the Chinese Army of the Asian Front that before the expiration of his three-year term, he will be among the top twenty in the Injustice City killer list... Whoever enters the country will die."
This sentence made Srogg pause. What he meant was, can killers ranked below 20 come?
They were training him!
How much confidence do they have in that young man? !
"What you are thinking now is right. If you are ranked below twenty, feel free to come."
Hua Bilu waited until Srog's figure disappeared, climbed up a hill, and watched the departing jeep from a distance for a while.
"Only three years? Old man Chen is so confident in this kid?"
"I really want to go up there and try to chop it, haha... What a pity."
Of course, he couldn't tell Han Qingyu the facts about these things. Just like the protection they provide, it must not be comprehensive, and it cannot be comprehensive.
…………
The return journey was uneventful.
Han Qingyu and the others took a detour all the way, and it was already around ten o'clock on the night of the 20th when they returned to the 1777 station, so they didn't bother to exchange too many greetings and took a nap first.
He also asked for leave for the next day's training and slept until nearly noon. There was no one in the dormitory, so Han Qingyu got up to wash up.
While brushing his teeth, I accidentally glanced at the calendar.
【May 21st】
"It's my birthday." He muttered vaguely. After washing up, Han Qingyu sat alone in the dormitory for a while, took out a pen and paper and started writing a letter.
[Dad, Mom, I haven’t written to you for a while.
Today is my birthday, I know you will remember it. Your son is twenty years old. I want to eat omelette noodles.
By the way, I made meritorious deeds again a while ago.
But I was also a little injured (I wrote and painted a few words very carefully, but after I hesitated for a while, I still wrote them), I was injured, it hurt... I fell, and my knee and The skin on my palms was bruised.
...]
Probably no one could have imagined that Qinglan Han Qingyu would tell her parents about her pain in a letter.
"Tuk-tuk."
There was a knock on the door.
Then he pushed the door open without being civilized at all.
Han Qingyu quickly put the letter away and stood up.
Lao Jian glanced at him, walked over, put down a bowl of noodles with two fried eggs on top, and said: "The twentieth birthday is quite important, just treat it as important... Let the kitchen make you a bowl of noodles. "
So they knew? Did Wen Jifei say it, or is it in the file? Han Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "Thank you."
Lao Jian waved his hand, looking a little uncomfortable.
Then Shen Yixiu walked in. Like a little girl hiding something, she put her hands in front of her body and said with a smile: "Happy birthday, Qingzi. Guess what I prepared for you..."
Han Qingyu smiled and shook his head and said, "I can't guess."
The iron-wrapped palms held it out, and it was a small hard-cover notebook that I had made.
"Last time I looked at your little ledger, it seemed it was almost full, so I made a new one for you."
Then, Wu Shi walked over silently, stretched out his hand and put down a newly made grasshopper cage with a grasshopper inside. Then he looked at Han Qingyu, his eyes slightly embarrassed and said, "I caught it this morning."
This was probably the only toy he had in his own childhood.
