The City’s Invincible Soldier King Chapter 1: The legend ends
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"Boy, it was hard for me to change you from twenty years in prison to deprivation of military status. You guys are out, so don't make trouble for me anymore."
"Yes."
The dragon scales suddenly raised his right hand, and the gray-haired old man raised his right hand, and said seriously, "I remember."
"Okay, go away."
"Yes."
Dragon Scale gave the old man a standard military salute and strode away.
……
In just one month, the whole world has changed.
Looking at the familiar underground base of the Shadow Group, the heart of the dragon scales pained like a knife.
Xiao Xi is gone, and Shadow, who has been there for five years, is about to wave goodbye.
For a moment, the dragon scales became gloomy but confused, completely unaware of what he should do.
The heavy iron gate slowly closed, and the sand dune hiding the gate of the Shadow Underground Base turned into an ordinary sand dune.
The yellow sand of the desert is boundless and boundless.
Long scale stared at the sand dunes in a daze, slowly raised his right hand, bid farewell to his brother, and bid farewell to the past.
The thin figure and the determined face are projected onto the big screen of the shadow underground base through the camera hidden in the dunes.
"Salute." The majestic voice of the political commissar shook the entire underground base.
Everyone put down their work, and raised their right hand to the figure on the big screen.
A generation of legend ends here.
For ten seconds, Dragon Scale lowered his right hand and walked towards the boundless desert.
Shadow, one of the most mysterious and fierce special forces in China.
Living in the dark, acting like shadows, secretive, but ubiquitous, has made countless contributions to the establishment of the country, so the number one chief named Shadow Shadow.
Leaving the desert on foot is the tradition of the shadows. Because of this, the shadow underground base has existed for more than 50 years, but no one knows it.
The scorching sun burns the earth.
June noon, in the heart of the Taklimakan Desert, the heat is so hot that even camels will have heat stroke.
The dragon scales carrying a simple backpack, like a lost pedestrian, walking unhurriedly in the vast desert.
Suddenly, Dragon Scale squinted his eyes slightly.
A kilometer away, a woman fainted in the desert scorched by the sun.
Here is still in the depths of the Taklimakan Desert. You can't even see the shadow of a bird. How could a woman suddenly appear unconscious?
At this moment, the temperature on the ground is as high as fifty degrees, and people fainted on it, and within an hour at most, they will die too much.
Long Lin strode over and turned over the woman lying on the ground, only to discover that the woman was not just dehydrated and unconscious.
Shot!
The woman's cheek has been burned by the hot sand, and she can't see her original face. The bullet rubbed the lower edge of Hao RU on the right side and plunged into the woman's lungs, which was only about five millimeters away from the heart.
The blood has stopped flowing. It seems that it has been a while since he was shot.
Really fate.
Dragon Scale did not dare to neglect, and quickly unbuttoned the woman's shirt.
Black lace underwear, soaked in blood, bullet holes are clearly visible on the bottom edge of the bra.
Long Lin lifted up the woman and gently unbuttoned her black underwear.
Shuangfeng is tall and tall, at least 36E.
But in the eyes of the dragon scales, this is just a nicer skin.
Wan Rou is gone, and there is no more woman in the world who can make Long Lin's heart move.
Because they are on the verge of life and death all year round, every warrior of Shadow who charges at the front line is a master first aid.
The sharp military dagger has become a scalpel in the hands of a surgeon.
The chest cavity opened, and Dragon Scale gently picked out the bullet with a military dagger.
Domestic 9mm police revolver warhead!
Dragon Scale couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.
This kind of pistol was only equipped with the Chinese police in 2006. At present, there are very few available on the black market. This means that the person who shoots at this woman is by no means an ordinary person.
Take out the bullet, Dragon Scale cut open the palm of his left hand with a sharp dagger.
Blood gurgled out and dripped on the woman's gunshot wound.
A miracle happened!
The wound soaked in the blood of the dragon scale quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
……
Six years ago, Dragon Scale got the "Golden Dragon Jue" and became the first stage of "Golden Dragon Jue". His blood possessed this magical ability.
The magical blood, the magical healing power.
In just half an hour, the bullet wound on the woman's body and the knife cut by the dagger were basically back to normal, and the dragon scale gently stroked the woman's cheek scalded by the hot sand with his **** left palm.
The blood arrived, and the burns quickly recovered.
After wiping away the dead skin with her sleeves, the woman's true face appeared in front of Long Lin's eyes.
Long Lin looked at the woman's delicate and pretty face madly, his heartache was like a knife cut.
"Wanrou..."
In the soft call, the dragon scales gently hugged the woman, and kissed the woman's crisp lips affectionately.
At this moment, the woman opened her eyes, pushed away the defenseless dragon scales violently, and asked sharply, "What are you doing?"
The dragon scales awakened suddenly, and the tenderness in his eyes quietly receded.
The knife-like heartache spread again, causing Dragon Scale to cover his chest.
"You are not Wanrou." Long Lin looked at the woman and shook his head in pain, "Sorry, I mistaken you for Wanrou."
Without waiting for the woman to speak, Dragon Scale stood up abruptly, turned around, and said in a non-emotional voice, "I saved your life, but I also offended you. The merits and demerits are equal. You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t owe you either."
The back is thin, tall and straight like a knife.
The woman glanced at Longlin, without saying anything, her face was a little complicated and she glanced at her upper body of Quan Yiguo, without any panic, as if she was in her bedroom.
But when the woman saw her chest, she instantly fell into a sluggishness.
I came to the depths of the desert to investigate the newly discovered oil field. Among the four bodyguards who accompanied them, two of them suddenly turned against the water, and they desperately defended each other.
But I was still shot. With the last breath, with the help of a sudden sandstorm, I managed to escape here. Why didn't I feel any pain?
If it weren't for the shocking blood stains on the chest, the woman would even suspect that she had an illusion.
The woman held Hao Ru on the right side in disbelief, pulled it slightly to one side, and gently rubbed off the dried blood stains with her left hand to see the location of the wound clearly.
The bullet marks are still there, but only a tender red mark that is slightly tenderer than normal skin is left, as if new flesh has grown from the cut wound.
How is this possible?
The woman was sluggish again, her face full of disbelief.
After a while, the woman recovered.
Some more complicated glances at the motionless dragon scales, the woman picked up the underwear soaked in blood, but after a moment of thought, the woman put down the black lace underwear that became so hard because of the blood soaking, and took it directly She took off the shirt, put it on her body calmly, and buttoned the button meticulously.
Get dressed, the woman tidyed up her messy hair again, and said softly, "I'm fine, you can turn around."