【Double Dragon】Super Extreme Hunting

Chapter 10*

Yimulian threw the dart onto the target board.Huang glanced at it—obviously, he aimed at the triple area, but stuck on the edge of triple and single.My eyesight is far inferior to that of the sentinel. I saw him walking forward to check with hope and anxiety. After judging for a long time, he finally sighed.

They played darts all night last night.At first, Yimulian would miss the target from time to time, but fortunately, the practice was fruitful in the end.His talent is not bad, after one night and one day, he can finally have a rough grasp of the dislocation of things in the distance.During this time he slept less than three hours.

"Aren't you going to sleep for a while?" Yimulian retracted the dart, turned to look at Huang who was playing cards alone.

"No. I can stay alert."

"You said you could catch your breath."

"I'm afraid you'll run out and shoot him in the head."

"Are you doubting my IQ?"

"No. I just challenged your sense of humor as you said."

"I'm sorry, but we Commonwealths don't call it 'humor.'"

Huang stacked up the poker and performed a machine gun shuffle as if deliberately showing off, ignoring Yimulian's protest to him.

"Okay. I'm waiting for the call."

"The person responsible for the transfer?"

"Who else could it be?"

With frowning brows and pursed lips, the whole person looks pale, thin and dissatisfied, wrapped in a large long-sleeved shirt, like an angry little girlfriend.His green eyes dimmed, and he said something that seemed irrelevant:

"It's not the Federation that hired you, right?"

Huang didn't expect him to mention this matter at this time, it seems that he still cares about it very much.

"I won't confess to my employer. When I introduce myself to you, I just say 'maybe.'"

Yimulian looked up at the direction of the window, and continued to analyze sadly: "If the Federation wants to save me, the safe house will be the bait to invite you into the urn, and the sentries with taxpayer money should have subdued the sniper. You There is no need to guard me and wait for the transfer."

"Not false."

Huang's response was curt and cold.He could roughly guess what made Yimulian feel emotional - because of the mission of the Federation, he escaped death and was killed by a grudge, but the country closed its eyes and ignored it.Every professionally trained sentry or guide has heard the famous joke: "The White Tower was built on the bones of soldiers".This sentence has evolved into different funny versions in different countries.I didn't take it seriously when I was young, but I didn't find out until many years later that all soldiers without exception donated half of their skeletons, and a country was always carried on their spines.

"Are you sad? Are you angry to find out that you are an outcast of the country?"

—Who would not be angry?

The shells blasted into the machine gun bunkers, and those who moved quickly could hide in the anti-gun holes through the traffic trenches, while those who moved slowly would be blown to pieces together with this small combat unit.Huang sealed up these unpleasant memories in the depths of his mental landscape, but he would still return to the tragic Western Front in his lonely dreams late at night.Dark Sentinel doesn't trigger PTSD, but that doesn't mean the war didn't leave a trace.It takes a very long time for the land that has been buried by mines to recover, but people do not have such a long time.

"For the highest good...sometimes sacrifice is necessary."

Yimulian spoke flatly, like an outstanding student in a class making a cliché oath.It always seems that the matter has nothing to do with oneself, but in fact it is related to one's own vital interests.On the way of flying back to the safe house, he only cared about whether he would cause trouble and danger to other drivers, and he didn't mention a word about chasing and killing.Such numb resignation made Ara upset, and even that smooth pink hair became dazzling.

"Hmph, the 'supreme interests' of the hell. What article of the "Code" is written?"

"I didn't write it. But I think everyone knows it well. Federal resources should protect more witnesses and policemen who are fighting for justice and justice, and should not be wasted on me. I fully understand."

"I can't understand!"

Huang suddenly raised his voice and blurted out.He found himself standing up, and the poker cards he had just played were scattered all over the floor, and he was firmly trampled under his feet.Yimulian turned his head to look up at him, his eyes widened—he immediately realized that this was a normal behavior of a sentry when he was irritable, and immediately approached him with two steps, and grabbed Huang's wrist.

If he hadn't lost his sense, he would probably follow the script to sort out the mental picture of rushing into the wilderness recklessly. Using old methods to try to comfort the Dark Sentinel is just scratching the surface.

Maybe he was forced to be helpless, or maybe he was really smart—Yimulian hugged Huang in a daze, and raised his hand to press his head to the back of his neck.There's no sentinel problem that can't be solved by taking a big puff of gentle wizard, and if there is, a couple of puffs.The tip of the nose is attached to the skin on the back of the neck, and the glands under it secrete a pleasant smell, which is calming and comfortable, probably not due to psychological effects.Sentinels and guides are physically attracted to each other. Although returning to the original is simple and crude, it is also effective.

Huang didn't push him away.Although he was completely offended, he still suppressed his anger and accepted this intimate comfort, his chest heaved violently, and his throat was thirsty—the irritable single sentinel would sometimes be completely exclusive and attack the guide with force, but Huang himself was also heartbroken. I know it well: the source of his anger does not lie in Yimulian.The latter was stroking his head aggressively.

"Then tell me your story. You promised."

——How would you sum up Sentinel's ten-year war years?Huang didn't think about this issue carefully when he was perfunctory.In the soft and relaxing atmosphere, he restrained his emotions, carefully considered every word, and caressed his dusty life with a strange gesture.

"Have you heard of the 'Border Bridge Incident'? The Kimberley Bridge."

"I only know about the forest fires in the Kimberley area..."

"Oh, the forest fire. Even in the local area, this incident is so famous that the people don't know about it, let alone you in a foreign country. I'm afraid you were only 14 years old at the time."

"It's 15 years old."

"Whatever. The army of the Jamahiriya once invaded the Kimberley Bridge in the United Kingdom. If the railway is captured, then most of the hinterland of the country will be open to slaughter, so it must be defended. When I was urgently transferred there, I received That's the task."

Yimulian may be a very good confidant.He was born in the military, and he understands the passion of young people better than anyone else.

"At that time, there were three ace divisions in the United Kingdom, and A03 was the elite of the elite. They charged into battle and fought on the Western Front for two years. Most of them were lost and it was too late to supply, so I took them to Kimberley. The new general who commanded the battle, he I brought the J27 and T49 divisions transferred from the rear. They have sufficient strength and are in a much better mental state than my subordinates. Although the enemy's offensive is fierce, it lacks stamina. I deployed the left wing on the mountain and grasped the advantage of victory. He even resisted the unfavorable situation and retreated, A03 was completely exposed, and the People's National Army took advantage of the momentum to attack the mountain. The general made the most serious misjudgment in his life."

"Could it be..."

"He chose to set fire to the mountain. At the beginning, it was only because of stupidity. He didn't expect that the leeward slope would also be scorched by the foehn wind. Almost all the soldiers of our A03 division died in the mountain. Although the enemy was wiped out, my soldiers could not rest in peace."

——There is always a dark mountain in Huang's spiritual landscape.The burned rock became loose and brittle due to rainfall, and the wind blowing through the eroded surface made a weeping sound that seemed to be whimpering.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Most of those who witnessed this incident died on the Western Front, and very few survived. The government said that a hero should be produced for people to believe in during this special period. So the Kimberley section of the road was blocked. The name of the general was crowned, and he praised his outstanding performance in the war. The whole story of the destruction of the A03 elite division was nothing more than a 'forest fire' in the end. How, are you satisfied with this old-fashioned story?"

The body that hugged him stretched, as if hugging him even harder.Inserting fingers into Huang's short-cut messy hair and combing, rubbing to the cervical spine.Without answering, he asked softly:

"Have you taken revenge on the country?"

"Why do you think I won't take revenge? I burned my sentinel number with a burning branch and became a mercenary. My first employer was myself. The United Kingdom almost reorganized the cabinet after the war. To tell you the truth Said, it is from my handwriting. The moment I pulled the trigger a few times, my heart was more peaceful than ever before."

"The country is right, and neither are you. You have every reason to reject the coercion of the 'supreme interests'," Yimulian slowly loosened his embrace, his remaining eye was clear and bright, "but I choose to accept it. "