In the heavy rain, the taxi was screaming. The door was suddenly opened, and Dr. Jiang Rui was pushed out of the car. Covering his bruised and bleeding face, he collapsed in the rain and cried in a low voice, looking very miserable.
The tires rotated at a high speed, creating two fierce splashes, whistling away from the remote alley of the Huwan Pier and instantly disappeared in the rainy night.
At dawn, the yellow taxi quietly stopped outside a community in Harbor City. The ordinary-looking driver silently looked at the community gate, looked at the time, put out the cigarette in his hand, and then sprayed some air freshener into the car.
He was responsible for sending a boy to school every morning, which was a stable income. However, the boy's rich mother was very picky, arrogant, and rude. If she smelled the smell of smoke in the taxi, she would scold him again.
Thinking of the woman's sarcastic face, the taxi driver couldn't help but shake his head and roll down the window, hoping that the morning wind could blow away all the smell.
Because of the war, the Federation's supply of materials had been very tight in the past two years. The price of hybrid taxis, whether it was filled with hydrogen or charged by electricity stations, was constantly soaring.
The taxi drivers wanted to maintain their income, so they had to pay more attention to their daily expenses, except for the common method of taking a detour to kill strangers.
Therefore, although the morning wind in January was a bit cold, he still didn't turn on the air conditioner, but just lifted the collar of his overalls.
The collar could warm his numb cheeks, but it couldn't warm his abdomen. The sequela of being shot in the abdomen on the battlefield made his abdomen ache every time he felt cold.
The taxi driver's face was slightly pale, and he rubbed his abdomen. Thinking of the people he hadn't seen for a long time, who once mocked him for having rheumatism, he couldn't help but show a self-deprecating smile.
His name was Liu Jiao, a member of the first seven groups.
Liu Jiao had been retired for many years, and didn't participate in the face-slapping activity against Dr. Jiang Rui on the spring rainy night in the capital. But last month, he learned about it from a member's phone call, and knew that the doctor was now in Harbor City, so he decided to supervise without hesitation.
It was not good to run a taxi business at night, so it was very good to take some time to relive the feeling of carrying out the mission.
Thinking of the doctor who painfully rolled in the rain last night, Liu Jiao smiled happily, and then noticed that the iron fence of the community gate was slowly opening.
The young employer and his troublesome mother were about to come out. Liu Jiao shook her head and turned on the air conditioner. She took a rag and got out of the car.
Just as he was about to wipe the taxi even cleaner, a burly man walked over and introduced himself directly, "I'm from Black Eagle."
Liu Jiao slowly narrowed her eyes, looked at him and said, "What's the matter?"
The man looked at him and said, "We want to recruit you."
After a moment of silence, Liu Jiao shook her head and replied in a low voice, "I've been working in Whitewater for too many years. I'm tired of it. Don't come looking for me again."
"In Group 7, the new Division 17 and our circle, you've always been recognized as the best pilot. What we're talking about here is driving in all directions, whether it's a mecha, an armored vehicle or even a spaceship. "
The head of recruitment from Blackhawk looked at him with a solemn expression and said, "But it shouldn't include taxis. It's a pity for someone like you to drive a taxi."
It had been a long time since Liu Jiao had heard the praise of a professional. At this time, his expression was a bit complicated. After a moment, he smiled bitterly and said, "You should know very well that the government has been watching people like us. Other than driving a taxi, I can't do anything else."
Whether the members of Group 7 were on the front line or retired, they were always the target of the Federation government's surveillance. It didn't matter if they beat up a doctor with no background like last night, but it would be very troublesome to re-enter a place like Blackhawk.
The regret on the head of Blackhawk was very sincere. "What a pity."
Then he took out a business card and handed it over, saying, "If the situation changes in the future, please call this number directly. My branch is now directly under Miss Zou. She values you very much. This is her number."
Miss Zou should be the daughter of the minister in the Wangdu apartment? Liu Jiao held the business card with two fingers and frowned at the back of the head of Blackhawk. He casually glanced at the phone number on the business card.
Then he subconsciously turned the business card. There were four handwritten words on the back of the business card, and there was also an inconspicuous but very clear mark.
Any small mercenary team that carried out the private work of the Federation government had their own secret symbol, and Group 7 was no exception. And this secret symbol continued until the entire team was incorporated into the Federal forces and entered the new 17th Division.
That mark was Group 7's secret symbol. Other than the team members themselves, no one else should know about it, but now it appeared on the business card.
The four handwritten words on the back of the business card were:
"Gather and wait for orders."
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Liu Jiao looked at the four words and the mark. In an instant, he thought of countless things in the past, the smoke-filled battlefield, and the smoke-filled barracks.
His eyebrows raised, his eyes suddenly brightened, and the corners of his mouth twitched nervously, as if he wanted to smile, but he forcefully suppressed this smile, and in the end, it turned into a series of soft whistles between his lips.
"I say, you! Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and wipe off the mud here. What a lazy guy. It clearly rained so heavily last night, but you didn't know to wash the car in advance! "
A young woman holding a little boy next to the taxi shouted at him angrily. Liu Jiao was stunned for a moment, and then replied softly, "Wash your mom."
The woman's face became extremely pale. She raised her trembling arm and pointed at his face, and roared, "You don't want to work anymore!"
Liu Jiao ignored her and got into the taxi with the blue anti-shedding cloth. Accompanied by the sharp sound of tires grinding, he just left.
The woman stood on the street dumbfounded. She didn't know what happened that made the usually honest and timid taxi driver become like this.
The cold wind outside the window blew on Liu Jiao's slightly hot cheeks.
After memorizing the number, he chewed up the business card and swallowed it into his stomach. Only then did he realize that the fiber paper actually tasted so good. So, he happily hummed a tune and whistled while driving the yellow taxi around the streets of Harbor City.
From now on, he dared to refuse to take passengers.
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"Remember to go to the market to buy onions. I don't want to eat the fried synthetic meat tonight."
Because of her age and childbirth, the head nurse's figure was slightly out of shape. Of course, she would not allow her husband to say anything about it.
She picked up the lady's bag and hurried to the door. She turned back and hugged her husband, kissing him on the cheek. Suddenly, she looked into his eyes and said seriously, "If you really feel bored, do you want to find something to do?"
"We don't lack money. In fact, if you feel tired, you don't have to go to the hospital to work." Bai Yulan replied with a smile.
His wife glared at him.
After the door closed, Bai Yulan began to clean the house and dry the clothes. He began his day as a full-time househusband.
It was snowing outside the balcony. He stood under the sun lamp and stood under the flag-like clothes. He took out a cigarette box from the end of the drying rack. After taking out a cigarette, he lit it and greedily took a deep breath.
After years of living at home without a job, if it were other men, they would feel very uncomfortable and lonely. However, Bai Yulan had never felt this way. He was very comfortable and even enjoyed it.
Before the age of 16, he started to pick up guns, kill people, and commit arson for the government. Although it could not be said that he committed all kinds of crimes, it could be said that he was used to seeing the wind and rain fall. This kind of experienced man would always be calmer than ordinary people once he returned to the peaceful days of the secular world.
It was just making the bed, folding the quilt, cooking and washing the dishes. Back then, he was bought by that hateful guy for 20 million to be his personal secretary. He was already used to doing these things. How could he feel uncomfortable or conflicted?
Light blue smoke filled the balcony. Bai Yulan smiled as he looked at the snowflakes outside the window. He was satisfied with the warmth beside him. The unique cold and feminine aura that he used to have had long been tempered by his family and relatives.
He subconsciously raised his hand with the cigarette in it and wanted to use his thumb to lift the fine strands of hair on his forehead. His fingers did not touch anything. Only then did he realize that he had already cut his hair short and clean.
The power of habit was still so strong. Bai Yulan shook his head and laughed at himself. Just like the cigarette between his fingers, he still could not quit even after two years.
A child's shout came from the room. Bai Yulan's expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly opened the balcony window and threw out the remaining half of the cigarette. Then, he pulled a towel and fanned desperately, hoping to fan away the smell of the cigarette.
"Dad, you're smoking again!"
His three-year-old son was holding a toy gun and staring at him angrily. His finger was on the trigger, as if he could shoot the punishment bullet at any time.
Bai Yulan smiled awkwardly, squatted down and said, "Don't tell your mom."
His son giggled and said, "Then I want to watch TV."
Bai Yulan was silent for a moment. He was ready to use the authority of a father, but he realized that he was destined to be the loser in this war. He silently entered the parental control password and turned on the TV screen on the living room wall.
The Federation's news channel was broadcasting a war documentary. After post-processing, there was not much blood and limbs on the screen. There was only the bravery of the Federal forces and the cowardice and stupidity of the Empire's enemies. Therefore, Bai Yulan was not worried that his three-year-old son would be influenced by these war documentaries into a psychopathic killer.
But he could not understand why such a young child did not like to watch cartoons, but held a toy gun and watched war documentaries excitedly every day. Was this the so-called strong biological marker genetic effect?
"My good son, what is your dream when you grow up?"
Bai Yulan sat on the floor of the sofa with a can of beer in his hand. He felt very comfortable. Looking at his son who was holding a toy gun and shooting at the Empire's people on the screen, he suddenly asked a stupid question that all parents would ask.
His son turned around, shook his butt and shouted excitedly, "I want to be a soldier! I want to be a hero! "
Then, the little boy pointed at several black mecha roaring at high speed on the television and said loudly, "Daddy, I want to be a mecha!"
Bai Yulan's hand that was holding the can of beer froze. She looked at the familiar mecha on the screen and narrowed her eyes. He rarely talked about his past at home. Even his wife only knew that he was a very rich retired military officer. She didn't know the details of his life.
Just because he did not talk about it did not mean that he never thought of it or missed it. That was the glory and pride of the first half of Bai Yulan's life. In fact, he had always wanted to relive those memories through narration, but he could not find a suitable person to talk to.
"Do you know the serial number of this mecha?" He looked at his son and asked tentatively.
His son replied loudly, "Yes, it's MX!"
"The person who designed the MX mecha is a friend of your father's."
Bai Yulan finally couldn't hold it in any longer. She took a sip of her beer and smiled as she introduced herself, "The earliest failed MX mecha in the Federation was tested by me, your old man. Later on, the successful MX mecha you see now were also tested by me, your old man. Don't you think your old man is awesome?"
The little boy hugged the toy gun tightly in his arms and stared at him for a long time. Frowning, he said, "Daddy, other than smoking, you also lie. That's not good."
The MX mecha and Group Seven were the greatest pride of his life, but in front of his son, this pride became evidence of his lies. Bai Yulan, whose self-esteem had been damaged, continued to drink with an ugly expression, not saying another word.
The phone in the crack of the sofa made a soft beeping sound. Bai Yulan reached in and searched for it for a long time before finding it. He was a little puzzled. Who would contact him? Or was it another damned piece of junk mail?
His gaze fell on the email address that he had not seen for many years. Bai Yulan's expression suddenly became sharp. He silently put down the beer, walked into the bedroom, and printed out the email. Then, he took out a ruler and tilted it 30 degrees.
It was the simplest encryption method that few people would use. When the ruler leaned against it, a line of text was clearly displayed. Looking at it in a fixed order, four words could be seen: "Gather and wait for orders."
Bai Yulan destroyed the email and printed paper in the fastest speed possible. Then, he walked to the balcony and took out the hidden Blue Box 37. Looking at the snow outside the window, he lit another cigarette and was silent for a long time.
"Daddy, you're smoking again."
"Good boy, play by yourself first. I'll let you continue watching TV tomorrow."
"Long live Daddy!"
Bai Yulan smiled at his son who was jumping on the sofa. After walking into the kitchen, the smile on his face quickly disappeared. After that, he stayed in the kitchen and did not come out again. No one knew what he was doing inside.
At four o 'clock in the afternoon, his wife took the subway back from work at the Army general hospital. The tired head nurse threw her bag on the sofa and scolded her son. Then, she walked into the kitchen and looked around. Frowning, she asked, "Where are the onions?"
Bai Yulan stood up from the sink. His expression was a little nervous as he answered, "The sink is broken. I spent the whole day fixing it and forgot to buy a new one."
His wife sighed helplessly. She opened the cabinet and found that even the green pepper was gone. She shook her head and said, "Forget it, let's eat noodles tonight."
She walked into the bedroom to change her clothes, but her voice did not stop. "Xiao Bai, I want to introduce a boyfriend to our unit's Huang Li. She's not young anymore, but she's still alone. It's really pitiful to see her like this."
"Then introduce him." Bai Yulan squatted beside the sink and answered casually.
"I just want to ask if you have any suitable comrades that I can introduce to her."
"What's so good about being a soldier? He's too rough." Bai Yulan replied.
His wife poked her head out of the bedroom and said with a smile, "Aren't you good? You're more meticulous than a woman. How are you rough? "
If she had said this on a normal day, she would have been met with a lewd reply, followed by a burst of intense entanglement. However, the man in the kitchen was clearly not in the mood for that today.
"Speaking of which, I saw those comrades of yours in the hospital a few years ago. They're really good people. We didn't hold a wedding banquet, but they actually gathered so many people. You're really too much. Since we're all friends, we should hang out more. "
Bai Yulan stood up from the sink and replied with a smile, "We'll hang out."
In front of his feet, the secret door under the sink was slowly closing. Inside, there were seven different military firearms of different specifications that glowed with a metallic luster.
Guns that had not been touched for many years needed to be cleaned and maintained until the cold light reappeared. All it took was a letter, an order to assemble, and a day's time.
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Shi Hang opened a cake shop in Xixia state. Because of his relationship with the Da family, the business was quite good. The girls in the shop were exceptionally beautiful.
There were many members who lived a good life like him. After retiring from the army, they were slowly reintegrating into society and into the circle that they originally belonged to.
Two years ago, Jiang Jin opened a chain of cinemas with the support of his family. Then, he wanted to invite one of the old members who had retired from the army at the same time as him to be the manager.
However, the old member said, "I used to be your boss in the army, but now you want to be my boss? No way."
Jiang Jin was sweating profusely. He cursed, stamped his feet, and begged until he was about to kneel down. The old member finally agreed to his request, but insisted that he was not qualified to be the manager and was only willing to be a cleaner in the cinema.
The cinema was in Nanke state, a place where the underworld ran amok. A small gang did not know the family background of the cinema owner, let alone that the young boss had seven sets of resumes. Therefore, the small gang tried to collect protection fees.
Then, when they rushed into the cinema to cause trouble, they encountered a middle-aged, downtrodden man holding a broom.
Leaving behind the bodies of seven unconscious members, the small gang finally understood that the joke on the Internet was true. Every company had a cleaner who couldn't afford to be hurt.
The members of the first seven sets scattered around the planet were still under the Federation's surveillance after they retired from the army. Like Liu Jiao and Bai Yulan, they lived in silence and honesty.
Some were holding a board meeting of a pharmaceutical company, some were promoting their own insurance, and some were staring blankly at the blue sky and white clouds on the beach in the southern hemisphere, as if they wanted to see the clouds as smoke on the battlefield.
One day, they saw four words through various channels.
Then, the board meeting continued. The lips of the salesman were still sharp. The person who was looking at the scenery was still watching. The cinema was still clean. The little girl in the cake shop was still blushing because of the little boss's teasing.
No one knew that they had begun to prepare in silence. They were preparing to welcome their comrades who had been separated from them for three years, to receive new orders, and to prepare for battle.
Seven sets were assembled.
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(Oh, oh, this is so exciting. I'm suddenly worried. If we get so excited now, what if the plot doesn't get exciting in the future? Don't scold me when the time comes. Just remember this chapter. Put your palms together.
The second chapter is being written. There is an important issue that I want to report to everyone.
Limj Li, or Duo Duo, is getting married to Hank today.
This couple got to know each other through reading my book, so I'm very pleased.
Duo Duo can be considered to have married far away. Like me, I hope Hank will treat her well.
Here, I wish the couple a hundred years of bliss and happiness. This sentence is old, but the meaning is very good.
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