Foreword (2)

  I suddenly found that there was no lame man among those who got off the bus.

  That damned cripple! I knew they were in cahoots all along.

  At this time, a hooligan standing outside the car window glanced inside, tapped on the glass with his knife and shouted, "Who's in there? What the hell is going on? You're still so arrogant. Get out of the car! Take your bags and get out!"

  The person sleeping in the car is that cripple.

  These sons of bitches, they really know how to put on a show.

  The cripple got off the bus with his suitcase, stepped on a patch of mud in front of the door and almost fell over, the suitcase dropped to the ground, the cripple quickly rushed forward and tightly hugged the suitcase in his arms.

  Hand over the box. The fierce ghost waved the knife in his hand.

  The cripple shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally took off the gold watch from his hand and handed it to the bandit.

  I'll give you this watch... authentic Swiss import, top-of-the-line Rolex... have you heard of it?

  The cripple spoke very slowly, as if he was afraid the bandit wouldn't understand him.

  He snatched the gold watch from the beggar's hand and scolded, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Is a Rolex for someone like you to wear?" Open the box!

  The cripple stared at the bandit for a long time, then slowly said something extremely pretentious.

  It's been years since I've smelled blood, don't force me.

  The guy with the knife suddenly laughed and said what?

  I said... I haven't smelled blood in years.

  Then I'll let you smell it now. Jian said and rushed over with a knife.

  Just then, the cripple suddenly and miraculously lifted his leg, kicking the knife out of the bandit's hand with one foot, and then the other foot whipped across his face like a whip, and the guy was lying on the ground.

  Many people didn't see clearly how the cripple knocked that guy down, and several other knife-wielding thugs were stunned for a moment before rushing over. Under everyone's shocked and bewildered gaze, the cripple performed his empty-handed white blade seizing technique, knocking all the other guys to the ground without exception.

  Then, the lame man threw away the knife he had seized and calmly asked everyone, whose phone has a signal?

  At that moment, everyone was stunned, and no one heard what he said clearly.

  The cripple asked again, whose mobile phone has a signal?

  In the mountains, no one's mobile phone has a signal. The cripple asks fellow passengers to put several hooligans who are unconscious on the ground into the vehicle and find a police station in front to report the case.

  The driver suggested tying up a few of the thugs and putting them on the car. If they woke up, they would definitely resist again.

  The cripple said calmly, "You can tie him up if you want to. Even if he wakes up, he's still a useless person." The cripple finished speaking and hugged his suitcase again, got on the bus, and sat in that corner, as if nothing had happened, snoring loudly.

  After finishing the deposition at the police station ahead, it had been tossed until evening. The mountain road was difficult to walk, and the driver decided to set off again after dawn, so a car of people found a nearby small hotel to stay overnight.

  At that time, I already knew the cripple was a veteran. When registering at the small inn, the boss said to me and the cripple, "You are both soldiers, right? Is it okay to stay in one room?"

  I agreed, and even the cripple didn't object.

  Later when we were lying in bed, the cripple said to me, "You little brat has never been a soldier, let alone a special forces soldier."

  I said, how did you see it?

  The cripple said calmly, no matter how long a special forces soldier has retired, no matter if he is being tortured by illness or not, there is always one thing that will never be forgotten, the true special forces soldier, every part of his body is sharper than a knife. Look at you, I knew you've never been a soldier, you don't have that bloodlust of a soldier.

  I admit it in my heart, but I don't concede verbally. I say to him, "Didn't you also plan to use your gold watch to secure your box at that time? At that time, I just wanted to save my life."

  The cripple lit a cigarette, his eyes became distant, and after spitting out a smoke ring, he said, "In this world, there are some things more important than life, more important than money. A gold watch worth 100 yuan can't be exchanged for the things in this box."

  What's so valuable that you're doing business? I thought he was a small businessman like me. After asking, I felt very abrupt and it wasn't right to be so curious among strangers.

  The cripple was very calm and opened his suitcase, taking out a layered package from inside and handed it to me.

  What is this thing?

  The cripple suddenly became very excited, his hand holding the cigarette trembling slightly, and after taking a deep drag, he said to me, "A notebook, a special forces notebook that had been lost for many years."

  It was in this small inn that I heard the retired special forces soldier talk about the origin of this notebook, talk about the owner Xiao Hei, and talk about the Wild Wolf Special Warfare Second Battalion known as the Devil Company.