The room was very dark, and the surrounding curtains were all drawn so that no light could penetrate. There is a dignified atmosphere in the room...
Tu didn't speak, he was still looking at the mirror, his eyes were as calm as water, only occasionally a faint glimmer of confusion flashed, but he quickly returned to calm.
"Do you like your new image?" Looking at Tu's slightly handsome face in the mirror, I asked his age. This super humanoid weapon with terrifyingly powerful skills is actually younger than me He was one year old, and after plastic surgery, his appearance regained some of the vigor that a young man of his age should possess.
However, those eyes are still as sharp as those of African vultures.
"There's nothing I like or don't like...it's just a piece of skin." Tu answered me gently, he raised his hand and touched his cheek lightly, sighed: "My face is still a little numb, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it. Feel."
"It will be fine in a few days." I smiled and told him: "Your fingerprints and appearance have been changed, and I have also created a new identity for you. Your current identity is from Nigeria. Asia’s second-generation immigrant.”
"Thank you..." He hesitated for a while, and said such a word in a low voice, and then he continued to look at himself in the mirror, as if he couldn't get enough of it: "I... always feel a little uncomfortable."
He stood up with his hands on the wheelchair, slowly moved to the mirror, and then unbuttoned his shirt.
That body of muscles is still full of singleness, as if full of explosive power, well-proportioned limbs, and muscle groups full of human body beauty... But what is amazing is that all the fragmentary scars on his body have disappeared. up!
I also can't help but marvel at the miraculous effects of cosmetic surgery.
In order to further conceal his identity, this operation used a lot of laser technology to smooth out many scars on Tu's body, and even performed skin grafts in some places. His body, which was originally covered with knives and guns, now looks smooth... Of course, plastic surgery is not perfect, there are some deep scars, even after surgery, there will still be some faint marks... But In general, the current Tu, from the outside, is already a completely unfamiliar new image! Even for people who are very familiar with him, standing in front of him, it is difficult to see any flaws.
My expression was undoubtedly very satisfied, and I even considered whether to pay the doctor some more.
But then I noticed that Tu's eyes showed a very complicated meaning.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"It's missing... a lot of things." He didn't seem to know how to speak, and his face was a little sad.
"At least you look clean now...and whole." I tried to joke, "And when I first met you, your body...was like a rag doll that was torn apart and then stitched back together."
Tu shook his head: "It's very clean...but it's too clean."
Looking at my puzzled eyes, Tu's eyes became more sad, and he whispered: "Although I am a killing machine...but I also have feelings, I have... my own memory." He pointed to his head: "Many things , was originally hidden here by me."
He stood in front of the mirror, with his fingers sliding down his shoulders, and suddenly smiled, revealing his white teeth. His smile was indescribably heavy: "You know? Every wound on my body, I remember it all firmly! For example, here... there was a penetrating injury. That was when I was training, in a live ammunition confrontation act, according to the regulations, only the winning side can survive, and the losing side will be regarded as a failure. Those who were eliminated... Executed. That time we dealt with a group of soldiers led by the instructor who trained us. In the end, I killed the instructor with my own hands. The original wound here was stabbed by the instructor with a dagger. It just stabbed me in the heart..."
"...and here, it turned out that there was a bullet hole. It was an operation in the Congo. We raided a secret stronghold of mercenaries. A comrade in arms around me blocked a bullet for me. He was disabled, and I was injured. Injury, but after returning, he was 'eliminated' because the injury could not fully recover, and I was cured."
"And my back... there was a whip mark, it was when I was training at the base, and I was whipped for violation of discipline. I was almost shot that time, but in the end they gave me a choice, let me and another discipline violation The one who wins can live. As a result... I won, the loser had his Adam's apple crushed by me, and I only received twenty lashes."
"And here..." He suddenly bent down and pointed at his calf: "Here, there was a knife wound... That was the first time I went out to perform a mission. We killed everyone in the opponent's base. , slaughtered all the living there. Finally, I faced a little boy and hesitated for a moment... But just as I was hesitating, the little boy drew out a dagger and stabbed me... It's a pity that he is too short, and He was lying on the ground, just lightly stabbing my calf and hurting a little flesh. And then he was shot and smashed in the head by my companion." He looked at me with a smile on his face, but his voice was Bing Leng: "From now on, I understand that the place where I live is the battlefield. On the battlefield, you are either companions or enemies! Any kindness will harm yourself."
He spoke word by word, sentence by sentence so slowly, that indifferent voice with a hint of chill, coupled with the unhurried speed of speaking, such words fell into my ears, but they were extremely shocking!
For a while, I suddenly had a strange idea: I was a little at a loss, and didn't know what attitude I should use to face this black boy.
Because fundamentally, his previous experience and ours belong to two worlds.
After hesitating for a while, I smiled, walked behind him, and patted his shoulder lightly. I could see that he had a subconscious dodge movement, but he hesitated a little, and finally did not move. fell on his shoulders. I turned to him, buttoned his shirt, and smiled, "Okay, remember, you're not a machine anymore. You're a human now. Human, understand? Remember what Deron said to you If so."
I walked to the window, and suddenly opened the curtains...
Wow! !
The light from outside the window came in, and the originally gloomy room lit up instantly. Tu seemed a little uncomfortable, he closed his eyes slightly and turned sideways, and then he looked at me.
"Look outside." I pointed out the window: "This is not Africa. This is not the kind of world where there are only enemies and comrades in arms... This world may be much more complicated than the one you originally lived in, and the rules are not so simple... But this world But there is something that your original world did not have... that is, peace and freedom."
I suddenly made a decision: "Actually, I saved you for no purpose. But now, you are free. You don't need to feel that you owe me anything... Now you have a new look, a new identity. And you have come A free new world. As long as you want, you can leave here at any time. I promise, with your skills, you can live well in this world."
I smiled and looked at Tu, and Tu also looked at me quietly, and after a long time, he whispered: "Are you really letting me go?"
"Really." I nodded, looking at him sincerely.
"But I know my own value." Tu Huanhuan said: "I am an excellent fighter. I can help you do many, many things. I can help you kill people and help you deal with your enemies... I know you are not ordinary People, you must also have your enemies and enemies, if you have a fighter like me under your command, then you can solve many problems for you. Don't you... don't you want this?"
"I hope." I didn't hide my thoughts: "If there is a personal subordinate like you with your strength, then anyone would be very willing to see it. But please remember, remember Live what Deron told you, you are a human being, not a machine anymore."
After a pause, I looked into Tu's eyes and said in a deep voice, "Every word I said is true. As long as you want to leave, I can send you out of here immediately."
"..." Tu looked at me, his eyes were so bright that I couldn't even guess what was going on in his heart. Finally, he smiled.
"I won't go." Tu shook his head, his smile this time finally brought a hint of warmth: "I know that I am free now. But I also know that even a free person needs a job. Didn't you say that you want me to be your driver? Then I'll stay and accept this job... Anyway, even if I leave here, I may not be able to find such a good boss as you outside."
…
In this way, I have such a driver beside me.
In this way, at least Xiao Zhu was freed from my job as a driver—because that guy Hammer still can't learn to drive. That stunned youth seems to be able to complete any task I entrust to him without hesitation. Hammer's loyalty to me is absolutely unquestionable. I even suspect that even if I want him to take a bomb to blow up the White House now, Hammer will Without hesitation, he put the explosives on his back and left.
However, this guy seems to have collided with the car. He has crashed several of my cars, but he still can't tell the position of the clutch brake and the three accelerator pedals.
The doctor said that this seemed to be a kind of psychological "obsessive-compulsive disorder".