The next morning, Yunyun.
The tires suddenly rubbed the ground and stopped abruptly at the door of the guest house. Two well-trained young men got out of the car from the front row and stood by the door left and right, standing straight with their hands behind their backs, looking at the empty revolving front door.
The appointed time has not yet arrived, and the traffic and voices of people in the morning rush can be vaguely heard from the streets in the distance.
After a long time, the driver finally couldn't help rubbing the back of the co-pilot partner and asked in a low voice, "Hey, are you nervous?"
"Nonsense, can't you feel the cold sweat from touching my back?" The co-pilot glanced around quickly: "How about you?"
"..." The driver said in a low voice, "To be honest, I competed with them for this opportunity to perform for a week. I woke up at five o'clock this morning with excitement. I put water in the car three times before I got into the car, and I still think about it. To the restroom… "
"You are too useless!"
"You're useful, don't keep shivering!"
The two fell silent at the same time.
"I've heard about his deeds since the selection period." After half a cigarette, the driver finally sighed softly: "Single-handedly, going deep into a desperate situation, retire after twelve years, and become a legend overnight. , It is said that the real photos were leaked on the dark web and offered a reward of several million... Hey, what do you think a hero looks like?"
The co-pilot pondered for a long time and said seriously: "Heroes are also people, and they must have one nose and two eyes..."
"Aren't you talking nonsense, who doesn't have one nose and two eyes?"
"You're just talking nonsense. One nose must be taller than yours, and both eyes must be bigger than yours. If you stand there, they will stand up to you both!"
"Shut up, here we come! Here we come!"
A vague figure suddenly appeared in the lobby of the guest house. The two young people stood up straight, their eyes were watching their noses and their hearts, and their hands were close to the seams of their trousers. All silently suppressed the trembling of excitement.
What should a hero look like
Seven feet in length, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a dignified appearance, not angry and arrogant
Or is it not amazing in appearance, taciturn, sharp and serious, Yuanding Yuezhi
- The glass door was pushed open.
A slender man lowered his head and walked down the steps behind Lin Ke. The pupils of the two young men quickly widened at the same time.
Different from the distorted descriptions that have been passed down by word of mouth among the newcomers of the special affairs group, "that person" does not look very big, on the contrary, he is a little younger, wearing a black baseball cap, and the mask covers the bottom half. face; he was wearing a black bomber jacket and trousers over a white T-shirt, his hands were in his pockets, and he walked almost silently, but seemed to have a habitual, unnoticeable stoop.
The only part of his body that is exposed is the pair of eyes, but there doesn't seem to be any special place.
- Legendary heroes do not have any special temperament, neither sharp and serious, nor anger and self-arrogance, standing there not only does not have a strong momentum, on the contrary, it may not even be half of the spirit of young people. He walked with his head down and looked like an ordinary little white-collar worker rushing to work on the streets of Yundian. If it wasn't for Lin Fang who suddenly took two steps ahead and reached out and opened the car door for him, among the four people present, he looked the most like that one. Responsible for driving.
The intern stared at him without blinking, and even forgot to breathe when he passed by. Seeing him bow his head and get into the car, Lin Fang closed the door with a bang, and whispered, "Let's go."
The intern immediately responded: "Yes!"
The two young people quickly sat in the front row, the car started slowly, turned a corner, and drove towards the suburban prison.
The sky light through the charged barbed wire quietly cast into the meeting room, sketching a lifeless figure in prison clothes.
bang-
There were a few bangs of the iron door in the distance, and the turbid gray-blue eyes of the death row prisoner suddenly moved. After a while, footsteps followed the deep corridor from far to near, and then the door was pushed open, and a young man in black clothes and black trousers walked into the dark meeting room under the leadership of several guards.
Although he had never met in his life, Arthur Hodgson knew who he was at the moment when their eyes met—
A strong shudder emanated from the heart, like electric currents crawling through every inch of skin and bones, and a tsunami of emotions swept through everything, even stronger than the day the death sentence was issued. He stared at the young man, unable to look away, not even noticing that the guard backed out of the room, the door clattered, and the two of them stared at each other in the cold, enclosed space.
With the sound of the metal chair legs rubbing against the concrete floor, Wu Yu pulled the chair away and sat opposite.
"I heard you want to see me?"
Arthur Hodgson stared at him, and finally opened his mouth to reveal a distorted smile, and squeezed out a sentence from his bloodshot throat:
"... It's just you and me here, your police officers outside the door, and I'm a dead man."
"Just like this, don't you dare to show your true colors, painting, teacher?"
Wu Yu stared at him with his dark eyes under the brim of his hat. He took off his baseball cap without a word, took off his mask, and threw it on the table lightly, staring at the haggard and crazy face on the opposite side:
"Now you see it."
At the moment Wu Yu showed his face, Hodgson slammed forward, so hard that even the handcuffs made a rattling sound. His gaze seemed to turn into some kind of icy burr, brushing from Wu Yu's facial features and cheeks one by one, it took half a cigarette, and it was like a person who was extremely hungry and thirsty finally ended the last gluttonous meal in his life. Like a feast, the body stretched to the limit under the prison clothes returned to normal little by little, and leaned back into the chair like sleepwalking.
"I've wanted to see you for a long time," he said hoarsely.
Hodgson speaks Chinese well, probably because he has nothing to do in the past ten years, and he only practices speaking against the wall every day.
"They said a lot about you, and I have imagined countless times how I would meet the protagonist of these stories, and what kind of face does the legendary protagonist have. Fat? Thin? Old? Young The spring breeze is proud of justice, or the vicissitudes of life, numbness, sensitivity and indifference? Ten years in prison, more than 3,000 days, I spent at least half of the time imagining your appearance, and I drew countless faces that might belong to you, even if you were a woman. This possibility has been doubted.”
"—but I didn't expect you to be completely different from what I imagined, not even the slightest similar."
He craned his neck and stared into Wu Yu's eyes, almost showing his teeth maliciously:
"Because I didn't expect you to be so bad, so... bad."
Wu Yu sat there with no expression, half of his thin face was hidden in the darkness, his tone was exhausted and indifferent: "But you are as miserable as I imagined."
"Hahaha—" Hodgson seemed to be amused and burst out laughing. The laughter was as desolate and sharp as a vulture at the end of the road. It took him a long time to stop it, and he asked, "I'm so miserable, you deserve it?"
"… "
"There's something I've always wanted to ask you. It's been ten years, but I haven't had a chance to ask it out." He blinked his gray blue eyes and looked at Wu Yu mysteriously:
"How did you escape?"
"… "
Wu Yu still didn't say a word, but Hodgson didn't care about his indifference, and Youyou curled up in the small space of the iron chair: "Until now, I still remember what happened on the day I was arrested, the ins and outs, and every detail. ."
After deep web trading became popular in North America, old-school drug dealers in Southeast Asia also began to try to use network technology to expand their sales, including Thayer, one of the largest drug manufacturers on the China-Myanmar border at that time.
Thayer is a traditional Burmese drug lord who mainly deals in natural and semi-synthetic drugs. He has his own private armed forces and poppy plantations, and "hired" a large number of local villagers to produce opium for him. When he, as the first old-fashioned drug lord to eat crabs in the Golden Triangle, signaled his willingness to cooperate with Sharks, Arthur Hodgson, as Sharks' safety supervisor and capable officer, was dispatched to Liangji Mountain on the China-Myanmar border to meet Thayer. Sign a treaty to ship goods from the 'Mariana Trench' and provide them with security keys and routes.
There is a reason why this transaction was carried out in Liangji Mountain. One end of this mountain is in Myanmar and the other end is in China. No matter which country's police are alerted, you can escape directly from the other side. The perfect geographical conditions can be called Seamless. But to everyone's surprise, the trading program started running for less than half an hour, and suddenly news came from down the mountain that the border defenses of China and Myanmar launched a joint encirclement and suppression campaign at the same time, directly blocking all downhill routes, and began to use heavy firepower to The stronghold of the drug lords was attacked.
Arthur Hodgson once fought wits and courage with the FBI, and chased me away with Interpol. I saw a lot of such things, and immediately realized that there was a traitor in the transaction, and it may even infiltrated the police undercover-undercover creatures like shadows and shadows They are old acquaintances, there is no reason for it, it is because both sides are top desperados. Even Hodgson, who dared to challenge the Mexican government and dared to shoot with the Canadian police, could only quickly terminate the transaction and scolded bad luck once he met an undercover who also dared to die.
Fortunately, the helicopter Hodgson was on was still parked at the top of the mountain, and as long as he got on the plane, he could safely leave the encirclement. So he immediately set off to the top of the mountain. In order to express his apology, Thayer also specially sent a Burmese mercenary to escort him along the way, and arrived at the helicopter without any risk; The frontier armed police came down from the sky, wiped out the Burmese mercenaries on the spot, and captured Hodgson, who was caught off guard.
"Then I was escorted down the mountain and locked in China. I went through several prisons and detention centers. I haven't left the cell for half a step since then, until today."
Hodgson narrowed his eyes suddenly and took a deep breath. This action made his expression very dramatic, as if telling an absurd drama to the air on a deserted stage:
"I can figure out why the China-Myanmar border guards joined forces in an instant-because Thayer has been dealing with drugs for decades, and he is a confidant of the border, and both countries want to catch him as soon as possible; I can also figure out why I was caught Catch—because that mysterious undercover agent not only found out the details of the transaction in advance, but also found out the location of my helicopter, which provided a valuable opportunity for the armed police to set up an ambush.”
"But what I can't figure out is that at the moment when the helicopter was about to take off, I clearly heard the roar of the Burmese mercenaries on the radio: 'The owner has caught Tiaozi's undercover, the man is in the Red Mountain torture chamber, and he is about to be killed. '—"
The surrounding air condensed, like a bowstring stretched silently to the top.
"I know where the infamous 'Red Mountain Torture Room' is. Even if the police grow wings, they won't be able to rescue them. And I can hear that sentence very clearly, and there is no possibility of misunderstanding."
Hodgson paused, his cloudy eyes round, as if he had finally discovered the only audience on the stage.
The death row prisoner suddenly leaned forward, grinned and stared straight at Wu Yu:
"Then the question is, how did the undercover who was about to be beaten to death escape?"
"—Ten years ago, on the Sino-Myanmar border, what happened in the 'Red Mountain Torture Room', can you tell me, 'Painter'?"
It was as if an invisible curtain had been pulled open, and the gray skylight had been cut to pieces. The iron table was turned into a torture tool, the iron chair was turned into a shackle, and the four enclosed walls showed brick cracks. In the cracks, bloodstains and minced meat that had been corrupted for a long time were solidified, and the blood was overwhelming.
Slap - a whip smashed the flesh and blood, and the blood splattered all over the place.
Slap - a whip smashed the bones, and the cracking sound pierced the brain.
"Jie Qianshan... This name is probably fake..."
"... If this eldest brother can't do this, I think I'll use him as a meat shield to go down the mountain... "
"Give this piece a shot! Be sure to pry his mouth open!"
…
The hustle and bustle of voices and babble, like poisoned arrows that can't be avoided in all directions. Wu Yu seemed to be forcibly pressed into the dark sea water, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were blocked, and a trace of hot blood was choked from his lungs; in the overwhelming noise, he seemed to hear the gloomy, old man again. And a sharp voice told people:
"...Go, go outside and call Sister Ah Yin.... "
Wu Yu closed his eyes, opened them after a few breaths, and asked calmly, "What do you want to know, but how badly did I get beaten?"
Hodgson glared at him, as if he wanted to penetrate the undercover's eyes, penetrate his brain, and dig out the deepest and most unknown things.
"If this can relieve your hatred a little bit before you die, that's fine." Wu Yu said, "Not only can I tell you every detail and every bit of pain in detail, but I can even exaggerate it tenfold, even a hundredfold. I can tell you an appalling and terrifying story. For example, they broke my 200 or so bones and shattered them one by one, or they boiled me alive in a pot of water and smashed my bones. Bolognese served to starving dogs; but no matter how bizarre and bloody the plot, it doesn't affect the reality of what's happening today: I'm sitting here and you're going to die."
He sat obliquely in the back chair, his upper body was slightly backward, and his hands were naturally folded on his thighs, which seemed to be indifferent.
"You called me here because of your last suspicion before you died, to see with your own eyes that the 'painter' who caught you was a real person, not a legend made up and deified by the police. Now you see it? I'm a Ordinary little people, working and receiving a salary, have neither heroic sentiments nor natural ability. I went undercover because I was young and impulsive, and being able to come back alive is purely by luck.”
Hodgson's eyes seemed to be held by the thread, he stared at Wu Yu and stood up, pushed the chair back to its original place, and then stood there and smiled at him:
"You wanted to see me because of curiosity, and I came to see you just because of curiosity. Now that we're done, you and I have both ended an obsession, and you can go on your way."
Wu Yu nodded politely, put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around and walked out.
"wait wait wait!"
The handcuffs and shackles rattled at the same time, and Hodgson tried his best to win, and almost stood up from the iron chair: "You think it's over when I die?! You police have spent so much energy for so many years, and you can only temporarily What loss can it actually cause to us if the operations of the deep net e-commerce platforms are suspended?! The 'Marinaya Trench' can go online again just by changing the entrance server! If I die, there are still thousands of secrets. Web programmer!"
"They said you've been undercover for twelve years, right?" Hodgson gritted his teeth and stabbed Wu Yu's back like a nail, "Twelve years without the sun, you think you can last forever. Did you escape the shark's pursuit?! Do you think the shark will let you go?! How long can the so-called luck last, is it enough to survive the next comeback of the Mariana Trench?!"
Wu Yu looked back at him and said lightly, "Then make a comeback, what does it have to do with me?"
Hodgson stared at him like a monster: "It has nothing to do with you? Wasn't you the one who was beaten like a dead dog? Wasn't you the one who lived like this? Not you?!"
"… "
"Sharks can sell opium from Burma to Mexico, fentanyl from the Far East to Canada, guns and bullets from the United States to Afghanistan in the Middle East, and set up dark web servers under the nose of Interpol! Anonymous e-commerce is created in one year. The output value is as high as billions, and the money laundering exceeds tens of billions. What have we created? We have created a kingdom of liberalism and inflated wealth! Do you think you are the hero who succeeded in slaying the dragon?! You are a pitiful joke!!"
The shackles were sharp and ear-piercing, and Hodgson got up and moved the iron chair, making a deafening squeak that almost hit Wu Yu's face—
Just then bang! The door was pushed open, and Lin Fang rushed in!
"Technology doesn't die! Freedom doesn't die! The deep web doesn't die! Evil dragon never dies!!" Face, a joke that wasted more than ten years with nothing! A joke that smashed to pieces and achieved nothing!! You are a sad joke like an ant-"
Wu Yu seemed to be immobilized, and the surging suffocation came over the sky again, pouring into his limbs and bones from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Someone dragged him out from left to right, it should be the two young and excellent interns of the special affairs team.
Hodgson is still struggling and roaring madly, this death row prisoner is too disappointed. He originally thought that the doomed villain boss would usher in a majestic superhero, but what actually appeared at the end of the film was a mediocre broken ant. All his ambitions, struggles, calculations, and plans were lost in the hands of a joke, and this joke-like little guy was actually quite willing, not ready to put on the hero's glittering armor in the sequel as the audience expected.
Wu Yu wanted to laugh a little, but the smile failed to lift the corners of his naturally curved mouth. Lin Fang knocked Hodgson unconscious with a knife, and prison guards, doctors and others rushed in.
He was pulled into the lounge outside by the two young men.
The door was slammed shut, and the noise outside instantly diminished to a vague hum. The young man in the co-pilot just now supported him, and the other driver hurriedly pulled up an armchair: "Sit, please sit."
Then the two looked at each other and nodded. One of them flew out, and after a while, he flew back with a cup of warm water, his jaw muscles were tense and stiff: "Please drink tea."
Wu Yu didn't say a word, and briefly raised the corner of his lips, motioning him to put the teacup aside.
However, the intern didn't let go, standing upright and looking at him, his eyes flashing with the brilliance that is unique to young people.
"You, don't pay attention to what that ghost guy said!"
"… "
"Before I graduated from the Intelligence Department, I heard your mentor describe your deeds, and I know that only the most outstanding, loyal and outstanding people have the opportunity to go through numerous selections and be dispatched to the front line like you. . Later, I was selected into the special affairs team, and I really came into contact with your deeds, and only then did I know how powerful you are! How excellent!"
Wu Yu stared at him blankly, as if he had fallen into a confused and chaotic nightmare.
"I, I just hope you won't be troubled by the nonsense of the criminals," the intern stood like a young poplar, his face flushed slightly, and his expression solemn and sincere: "There are many younger generations like us. , the biggest goal of my life's efforts is to become a hero who is as worthy of the mission as you!"
hero.
These terrifying words were smashed down like a sword and halberd, chilling all limbs.
-hero.
"Isn't you the one who was beaten like a dead dog? Wasn't you the one who lived like a ghost?!"
"You think you are the hero who succeeded in slaying the dragon?! You are a poor joke!!"
"You're a joke that's spent more than ten years with nothing, a joke that's smashed to pieces and nothing, a pitiful and pathetic joke like an ant—"
The young man was still stammering, full of vigor and spirit, his eyes shining like stars shining on a police badge.
But Wu Yu couldn't hear clearly.
There was a buzzing in his ears, and he habitually wanted to shrink himself, but there was nowhere to shrink, and he could only cramp his hands into his jacket pockets. The young man looked at him with longing, Wu Yu swallowed his dry throat hard, looked down at the concrete floor, his fingers suddenly touched a hard object in the inner pocket of his jacket through the fabric, which was the key.
It's strange that his chaotic brain can still tell what it is from the subconscious.
- The key to Bu Zhonghua's house.
"When did I hit him!" The young and handsome elite leader roared angrily at his opponent in the car, and stuck his head out of the living room with a towel over his head, his eyes full of jokes: "Your dream is not to be a man on the sofa. The uncle who is slowly getting round?" The next moment he handed over a schoolbag full of snacks, and snorted coldly, "You're such an adult, you're dressed like a criminal suspect who was just arrested."
The memory was pushed forward uncontrollably. In the corridor outside the confinement, someone was holding him tightly from behind, wiping away the blood that blinded his vision with his fingertips, and repeating in his ears, "It's me, Wu Yu, It's me... I'm late, it's me..."
Wu Yu seemed to be in the dark bottom of the sea, only his breathing was clearer than the sound, and he held the key tightly in his palm.
Huh—the door opened, and Lin Fang strode into the lounge.
"Lin Ke!"
"Lin Ke!"
As soon as Wu Yu opened his eyes, there were a few inconspicuous bloodshots in the bottom of his eyes, and he saw Lin Fang walking quickly: "You two go out first."
"Yes!"
The young man had carved obedience into his bones, and immediately exited the room and closed the door. Wu Yu's eyes moved with Lin Fang, and he saw him pulling the chair across from him and taking a breath before opening his mouth. His usually gentle eyes shone with a gleam of light, and then he raised his hand and intercepted it. Here is what Wu Yu had just said:
"Do you know who else I've managed to get here besides you today?"
"… Who?"
The two were only a few feet apart. Lin Fang put his probe against his ear and whispered a name that almost everyone in the public security system knew.
Wu Yu was taken aback.
"This person came to Yundian from Beijing for inspection yesterday, and he was going to leave this afternoon. After I learned about it, I contacted Feng Ting urgently, and I used a little trick in the middle to lead him here to see you." Lin Fang should have A hint of excitement, his usual tone of speech was not like this: "Do you remember what I said before you were transferred to Jinhai?"
"… "
"One day I will get the honor back and give you what you deserve. Although it takes patience and waiting, the time will come." Lin Fang paused, his eyes flashing: "Are you happy? "
"… "
"Wu Yu?" Lin Fang felt that something was wrong.
Wu Yu sat there motionless, as if he had been engulfed by the darkness of the cell that never went away all year round. After a long while he finally shook his head, the movement was tired and short.
"…I want to go home," he said hoarsely.