It was raining heavily, and there were many screams in the taxi. The door suddenly opened. 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.
The tires were spinning at high speed, causing two intense sprays, whistling away from the remote alley of Huwan Wharf, and disappeared in the rainy night in an instant.
When dawn came, the yellow taxi stopped quietly outside a certain community in Hong Kong. The ordinary-looking driver silently looked at the gate of the community, checked the time, put out the cigarette in his hand, and sprayed some air freshener into the car.
He is responsible for picking up a boy to school every morning, which is a stable income, but the rich mother of the boy is very picky, and her attitude is arrogant and arrogant. If she smells smoke in the taxi, she will be reprimanded again.
Thinking of the woman's acerbic face, the taxi driver couldn't help shaking his head and rolled down the window glass, hoping that the morning breeze would blow away all the smell.
Due to the war, the supply of materials in the Federation has been very tight in the past two years. The price of hybrid taxis, whether they are refueled with hydrogen or using power stations, has been soaring.
In order to maintain their income, the masters who run taxis have to pay more and more attention to saving daily expenses in addition to the common means of slaughtering the strangers by detours.
So although the morning breeze in January was a bit chilly, he still didn't turn on the air conditioner, but just lifted the collar of his work clothes.
The collar can warm the numb cheeks, but it can't control the abdomen. The sequelae left by the gunshot in the abdomen in the past made him feel the cold, and his abdomen would be sore and unbearable.
The taxi driver's face turned pale, rubbing his abdomen, remembering that those guys he hadn't seen for a long time once mocked him for having a rheumatism joint stomach, and the corners of his lips couldn't help showing a self-deprecating smile.
His name is Liu Jiao, the first seven team members.
Liu Jiao has been discharged from the army for many years and has not participated in the slap in the face against Dr. Jiang Rui in the spring rainy night in the capital, but last month he learned about the incident from a member of the team and knew that the doctor is now in Hong Kong. So he decided without hesitation to supervise.
Running the rental business at night is not good. It is very good to take some free time to revisit the feeling of performing tasks in the past.
Thinking of the doctor who rolled in pain in the rain last night, Liu Jiao laughed happily, and then noticed that the iron fence at the gate of the community slowly opened.
The small employer and his difficult mother were about to come out. Liu Jiao shook his head and turned on the air conditioner, but he took a rag and got out of the car.
Just as he was about to clean the taxi, a burly man walked over and introduced himself directly: "I'm from Blackhawk."
Liu Jiao slowly narrowed his eyes, looked at the other party and said, "What's the matter?"
The man looked at him and said, "We want to recruit you."
After being silent for a moment, Liu Jiao shook his head and replied in a low voice, "I've been working in Baishui for too many years, and I'm tired of it. Don't come to me again."
"In the seventh group and the new seventeenth division and in our circle, you have always been recognized as the best driver. The driving here is all-round driving, whether it is a mecha armored vehicle or even a spaceship."
The recruiting director from Blackhawk looked at him and said with a solemn expression: "But it shouldn't include taxis. It's a pity for someone like you to drive a taxi."
It's been a long time since I heard the praise from professionals. Liu Jiao's expression was a little complicated at this time. After a while, he said with a faint smile: "You should know very well that the government has been staring at our group, and I can't do anything other than drive a taxi."
The first seven groups of members, whether on the front lines or retired, are always under the control of the federal government. It doesn't matter if they beat up doctors with no background like last night, but it is very troublesome to re-enter a place like Black Hawk.
The regret on the black eagle director's face 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 the management of Miss Zou. She values you very much. This is her phone number."
Miss Zou should be the daughter of the minister in Wangdu's apartment? Liu Jiao held the business card between his two fingers, frowning at the back of the black hawk director, and casually glanced at the phone number on the business card.
Then he turned the business card subconsciously. There were four handwritten words on the back of the card, and an inconspicuous but very clear monogram.
Any hired team that performs the private work of the federal government has its own secret identification, and the seventh group is no exception, and this secret identification has continued until it is integrated into the federal army as a whole and enters the new seventeenth division.
That monogram is the secret logo of the seventh group. No one should know about it except the team members themselves, but it appeared on the business card at this time.
The four handwritten words on the back of the business card are:
"Assemble on standby."
Liu Jiao looked at the four words and the monogram, and instantly remembered countless pasts, the battlefield filled with gunpowder and the barracks filled with smoke.
His eyebrows were raised, his eyes suddenly brightened, and the corners of his lips twitched nervously, as if he wanted to laugh, but he suppressed the smile abruptly, and finally turned into a series of serial whistle blowing lightly between his lips.
"Who am I talking about! Why are you still standing there? Why don't you quickly wipe off the mud here? You're a slacker. It was raining so much last night, and you don't know how to wash your car in advance!"
A young woman holding the little boy next to the taxi shouted at him angrily. After being taken aback for a while, Liu Jiao replied softly, "Shit your motherfucker."
The woman covered in the famous brand turned extremely pale, raised her trembling arms to point at his face, and roared, "You don't want to work!"
Liu Jiao ignored her, got into the taxi with a blue anti-hair removal rag, and walked away with the screeching sound of tires rubbing.
The woman stood dumbfounded on the side of the street, not knowing what had happened, making the usual timid and cowardly taxi driver become like this.
The cold wind from outside the window blew on Liu Jiao's slightly hot cheeks.
After memorizing the number, he chewed the business card and swallowed it, only to realize that the fiber paper tasted so good, so he happily hummed a little tune and whistled, and drove a yellow taxi around Gangdu Street. run around.
From now on, he dares to refuse the ride.
"Remember to go to the vegetable market to buy onions. Tonight's fried synthetic meat, I don't want to eat green peppers."
Due to the relationship between age and fertility, the head nurse's figure is slightly deformed. Of course, she will not allow her husband to make any comments on this.
She mentioned Ms. Bao and hurried to the door, turned around and hugged her husband, kissed him on the face, suddenly looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "If you really feel bored, do you want to find something to do?"
"The family is not short of money, in fact, if you feel hard, you don't have to go to the hospital to work." Magnolia replied with a smile.
His wife glared at him.
The door was closed, and Magnolia began to clean, dry the clothes, and start her day as a full-time housewife and man.
There was snow outside on the terrace. He stood under the tanning lamp, under the banner-like clothes, took out a cigarette case from the tail box of the drying rack, took out one and lit it, and took a deep breath greedily.
After many years of home life and no job, if you change to another man, you may be very uncomfortable, and you will definitely feel a little lost and lonely, but Magnolia has never felt these feelings, he is very adaptable and even enjoys it.
Before the age of sixteen, he began to pick up guns to kill and set fire to work for the government. Although it cannot be said to be all evil, it can be said that he has been weather-beaten and used to watch the wind and rain fall. Once a man with too much experience returns to the secular and peaceful world. Days always seem calmer than ordinary people.
But it was just making the bed, cooking and washing the dishes. I was used to doing these things when I was bought by that nasty guy with 20 million to be a secretary of life. Where would there be any discomfort and resistance
Light blue smoke filled the terrace. Magnolia smiled and looked at the snowflakes outside the window. She was satisfied with the warmth next to her. The special boudoir and cold aura on her body has long been rubbed into gentleness by her family and relatives.
He subconsciously raised the hand holding the cigarette, and wanted to use his thumb to lift the fine strands of hair on his forehead, but his fingers didn't touch anything, only to realize that he had already cut his hair short and refreshing.
The power of habit is still so strong, Magnolia shook her head and laughed at herself, like a cigarette between her fingers, after two years of quitting, she still did not quit.
The child's cries were heard in the room, and Magnolia's complexion changed drastically. She quickly opened the terrace window, threw out half of the cigarettes, and then pulled off a towel and fanned it desperately, hoping to remove the smell of smoke.
"Dad, you're smoking again!"
The three-year-old son held a toy gun and stared at him angrily, his finger on the trigger, as if he could fire a punitive bullet at any moment.
Magnolia smiled awkwardly, squatted down and said, "Don't tell your mother."
His son Ge Ge smiled and said, "Then I want to watch TV."
Magnolia was silent for a moment, ready to show her father's majesty, but found that she was destined to lose in this war, so she had to silently enter the parental control password and turn on the TV light curtain on the living room wall.
The Federal News Channel was broadcasting a war documentary, and there was not much blood and stumps on the post-processed footage, only the bravery of the Federal troops and the cowardice and stupidity of the enemy of the Empire, so Magnolia was not worried that her three-year-old son would be caught by these Battlefield documentaries nurtured into perverted killers.
But he didn't understand that such a young child didn't like to watch cartoons, but he was excited about the battlefield documentaries with toy guns every day. Could this be the so-called genetic effect of powerful biomarkers
"My good son, what is your ideal when you grow up?"
Magnolia was sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa, holding a can of beer in her hand, feeling very comfortable. Seeing her son who kept shooting at the imperial people on the light curtain with a toy gun, she suddenly asked a stupid question that all parents would ask. question.
The son turned around, twisted his buttocks and shouted excitedly: "I want to be a soldier! I want to be a hero!"
Then the little guy pointed to several black mechas that were whistling at high speed on the TV, and said loudly: "Dad, I want the mechas!"
Magnolia's hand holding the beer can froze slightly, looking at the familiar mecha figures on the light curtain, her eyes gradually narrowed. He rarely talks about his past at home, and even his wife only knows that he is a very good man. Qian's veterans, but don't know those more details.
Not saying it does not mean that he will never think of it or miss it. That is all the glory and pride of Magnolia in the first half of her life. In fact, he has always wanted to relive that memory through narration, but he could not find a suitable conversation partner.
"Do you know the number of this mecha?" He asked tentatively, looking at his son.
The son replied loudly, "Yes, it's MX!"
"The person who designed the MX mecha is a friend your father knew."
Magnolia finally couldn't take it anymore, took a sip of beer, and introduced herself with a smile: "The earliest failed MX mecha in the Federation was the one that your father and I tried, and the ones that were successfully developed are the ones you see now. The MX mecha is also the one that your father tried me on, do you think my father is very good?"
The little guy held the toy gun in his arms tightly, stared at him for a long time, frowned and said, "Dad, besides smoking, you lied, that's not good."
The MX mecha and the seven groups are the greatest pride in life, but in front of her son, these prides have become evidence of lies. Magnolia, whose self-esteem has been hit, continues to drink with an ugly expression and doesn't say a word.
The phone that fell between the sofas made a light beep, and Magnolia stretched her hand in and took a long time to find it. He was a little puzzled who would contact him, or was it another damned spam
His eyes fell on the email address that he hadn't seen for many years, and the breath between Magnolia's eyebrows was suddenly sharp. He put down the beer silently, went into the bedroom to print out the email, and then took out a ruler and leaned it at a 30-degree angle.
The simplest, but rarely used, conventional encryption method of inserting words. After the ruler is moved up, a line of text is clearly displayed. If you jump to see it in a certain fixed number sequence, you can see four words: "Assemble and stand by."
Destroying the emails and printed paper in the phone as quickly as possible, Magnolia walked to the terrace and took out the hidden blue box of Panax notoginseng. Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, she lit a cigarette again, and was silent for a long time.
"Dad, you smoked again."
"Good, you play by yourself first, and I'll let you continue watching TV tomorrow."
"Long live Daddy."
Magnolia smiled and looked at her son who was jumping on the sofa, but the smile on her face quickly faded after walking into the kitchen. Since then, he has stayed in the kitchen and never came out again, and no one knows what he is doing inside.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, when his wife returned from get off work at the Army General Hospital on the subway, the tired head nurse threw her bag on the sofa, taught her son a few words, walked into the kitchen and looked around, frowning and asked, "Where's the onion?"
Magnolia stood up from the sink with a nervous expression, and replied, "The sink is broken, I forgot to buy it after a day of repairing."
The wife covered her forehead and sighed helplessly. She opened the locker and found that even the green peppers were gone. She shook her head and said, "Forget it, let's eat noodles at night."
She went into the bedroom to change her home clothes, but her voice never stopped: "Xiao Bai, I want to introduce a boyfriend to our unit Huang Li, but she is still alone at a young age. It's really pitiful to look at."
"Then let me introduce you." Magnolia squatted beside the sink and replied casually.
"I just wanted to ask if you have any suitable comrades-in-arms to help introduce."
"What's so good about being a soldier, it's too rude." Magnolia replied.
The wife stuck her head out of the bedroom and said with a wide-eyed smile, "Aren't you fine? You are more delicate than a woman, how is it rude?"
If I usually say this sentence, I'm afraid it will provoke an erotic answer with boudoir fun, and then there will be a fierce lingering, but the man in the kitchen today obviously has no such interest.
"Speaking of those comrades who saw you in the hospital a few years ago, they are really good people. We didn't even have a wedding banquet, but they actually made up so many members. You are really a person. Since you are all friends, you should move around more. move."
Magnolia stood up from the sink and replied with a smile, "I can walk."
In front of his feet, the secret door under the sink was slowly closing, and the seven military firearms of different specifications were glowing with metallic luster.
It only takes a letter, an order to gather, and a day to re-maintain and clean a gun that has not been moved for many years until the cold light returns.
Shi Hang opened a cake shop in Qixia Prefecture. Because of the relationship with the Dajia family, the business was quite good, and the girls in the shop were exceptionally beautiful.
There are still many team members who live a good life like this. After being discharged from the army, they are slowly reintegrating into society and into the circle that originally belonged to them.
Two years ago, Jiang Jin opened a chain of movie theaters with the support of his family, and then he wanted to invite an old team member who had been discharged from the army with himself as a manager.
The old team member said, I used to be your boss in the army, but now you actually want to be my boss, there is no door.
Jiang Jin was dripping with sweat, or scolded, jumped, or pleaded until he was about to kneel at the end. The old team member finally agreed to his request, but insisted that he was not qualified to be a manager, and only willing to work as a cleaner in the cinema.
The movie theater is in Southern Colorado, a place where underworld is rampant. A certain gang did not know the family background of the theater owner, let alone that the young owner had seven sets of resumes, so the gang tried to collect protection fees.
Then when they rushed into the movie theater to make trouble, they encountered a middle-aged down-and-out man leaning on a broom.
Leaving the bodies of seven comatose members, the gang finally understood that the joke on the Internet was true, and that every company had a cleaner who couldn't afford to hurt.
The first seven team members scattered on this planet were still under surveillance by the Federation, intentionally or unintentionally, after they were discharged from the army. They lived silently, sincerely and honestly, just like Liu Jiao and Bai Yulan.
Some people are holding the board of directors of a pharmaceutical company, some people are selling their own insurance, and some people are staring at the blue sky and white clouds on the beach in the southern hemisphere in a daze, seeming to regard the white clouds as gunpowder smoke on the battlefield.
One day, they saw four words through various means.
Then the board of directors continued, the lips of the insurance salesman were still sharp, the people watching the scenery were still watching, the cinema was still clean, and the cheeks of the little girl in the cake shop were still blooming with the little boss's teasing.
No one knew that they had already begun to prepare silently, to meet their comrades-in-arms who had been separated for three years, to meet new orders, and to fight.
Seven groups have been assembled.