Chapter 1 Introduction

  Liaoning Province ? Shenyang City

  A heavy rain washed away the city's grime during the day, leaving a damp smell in the air.

  In the early hours of the morning, a man in his thirties with a slightly yellowish complexion walked alone on the desolate street. He wore a worn-out military uniform and stared blankly ahead with dull eyes. The dim streetlights cast a gloomy shadow behind him. A car sped past him, splashing water from the puddles on the ground, soaking him completely.

  He furrowed his brow and stopped in his tracks, looking around cautiously, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He shook his head in puzzlement and continued on his way.

  At this time, a roar of motorcycle engines came from behind him. He turned his head and saw seven or eight motorcycles stopped behind him, with people on the cars staring at him expressionlessly.

  He suddenly turned back and ran forward desperately without any hesitation. The people behind him didn't move, their cold gaze fixed on the lonely figure running further and further away. One of them pulled out a military-grade crossbow from behind his back. This crossbow was used by modern special forces, its arrowhead made of special steel that could easily penetrate three-inch thick steel plates within fifty meters, and at close range, it was even more powerful than a handgun.

  He raised the crossbow, pulled the trigger, and with a "hum" sound, the bolt shot out, grazing the person's face, making a "ding" sound as it nailed itself into the wall not far in front. A deep gash of blood was torn across the person's face.

  Immediately afterwards, there was a humming sound, and the crossbow arrow shot out again. "Hmmm!" A muffled hum, the crossbow arrow pierced his shoulder, that person's face turned pale, covering the wound on his shoulder with his hand, continuing to run forward, turning around the corner and running onto another street.

  At this time, a man in his forties cursed: "Damn it! You idiot, why aren't you chasing after him? If he runs to the end of that street, Young Master will definitely lose. This time Young Master has bet two hundred million, if we lose, none of us will have a good ending."

  After finishing, he started the motorcycle and chased after them, watching as their prey was about to turn around the street corner. Weng's crossbow shot out again, "Puff!" Nailing itself into that person's leg.

  That person stumbled and fell to the ground, then got up and dragged that injured leg, moving forward step by step.

  That man in his forties snatched the crossbow and shot it. The arrow flew towards the person like lightning, just as he turned around the corner, the arrow pierced through his back and came out of his chest, falling to the ground with a thud. A brooch on his chest was knocked off by the arrowhead, and he stared blankly at the red five-pointed star brooch, which had a lifelike dragon engraved on it, grasping a blue sword in its claws, as if ready to soar into the sky, exuding an aura of dominance.

  He wanted to retrieve the brooch, exerting all his strength to stretch out his hand, leaving a clear bloodstain on the cement road. But the power in his body was gradually disappearing, and he could only watch helplessly as the honor he had exchanged for his life was lost there, powerless.

  Before his eyes flashed fragments of his past life, gunfire, artillery fire, corpses, one by one comrades fell beside him.

  "Captain, I really can't go on the battlefield anymore?"

  "Your injury is severe, although your life has been saved, but you can't exert yourself too much, otherwise it will cause your injury to relapse and lose your life. You won't be able to participate in any military action again. Even after returning home, you must pay attention not to overexert yourself. Old Lei, remember, you are forever my brother. If there's anything difficult for you after returning home, come find me, I'll take care of it even if it costs me my life."

  "What's the matter? Why did you look for me?"

  "I know your sister needs a large sum of money for surgery, here's 200,000. Tomorrow at dawn, just run out of this street to the other one."

  "Is that all?"

  "No, someone will be after you, whether you live or die depends on yourself."

  He took the money without hesitation and turned back.

  A pale but very beautiful face appeared before my eyes, "Brother, don't worry about my illness anymore. I know that my illness cannot be cured. Our family has borrowed a lot of external debts to treat me, and Dad and Mom are old. After I die, you must take good care of them."

  "It doesn't matter!" In front of him, everything slowly fell into darkness, a crystal tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

  "Damn it!" He violently threw the hard object to the ground and shouted at his subordinates behind him: "Quickly go deal with his corpse, this time we lost two hundred million, going back we don't know how young master will deal with us..."

  In a luxurious villa in Huanhulu District, more than ten young people were chatting idly in the living room, either standing or sitting.

  "Zhang Jun, Mr. Zhang, this time's gamble may have killed the prey, but I still lost, and lost 200 million. Are you here to see my excitement?" The speaker was a man in his late 20s, with a slender build, pale complexion, and gloomy eyes.

  Zhang Jun burst out laughing, "I'm telling you, Xiao Si, after all these years of friendship, don't you understand me? Back in Beijing, we collaborated on many projects, how could I not attend your lively event? Now that Liu Lao has returned to his hometown for retirement, as juniors, can we not come visit him?"

  "Hmph!" Xiaosi snorted, "Easy for you to say."

  "Will our game continue?"

  "Of course, we continue." After finishing speaking, he took out a photo from under the table and pointed at the person in it: "He's this time's prey. He robbed me of 20 million US dollars, not only did he blow up my goods, but also killed my people. How could I not kill him?"

  Zhang Jun stared at the photo for a while before regaining his composure. He looked at Xiao Si and asked, "Do you really want to kill him?"

  A fierce glint flashed in Xiao Si's eyes, "To kill or not to kill, how can it be avenged?"

  "Haha... Alright! I admire how you get things done efficiently, this time we'll play a different game."

  Xiao Si was taken aback and asked: "How did you switch?"

  "We'll make it a ten-day game, five million per round. Starting from the first day, if you can't kill him in one day, you give me 500,000 yuan, and after ten days, that's exactly five million. And on any of these ten days, if you do kill him, I'll lose five million to you."

  Xiao Si said doubtfully: "Then aren't you at a disadvantage?"

  Zhang Jun: "Do we still care about this little money? I'm just betting with you for fun."

  Xiao Si thought for a moment: "Fine, I'll bet with you. I don't believe that within ten days, I won't be able to kill him."

  "The deal is, as long as you can't kill him within ten days, our bet will be extended indefinitely."

  Zhang Jun finished speaking and stood up to walk out. The few people behind him also followed. When they came outside, one of them asked: "Are you really confident that you will win?"

  Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Others don't know who the person in the photo is, but I inadvertently found out a bit of information about him. Although I didn't learn much, knowing just a little bit was enough - that person is definitely not someone Liu Shijun can kill. As long as Liu Shijun sends people to hunt him down, Liu Shijun will be dead for sure. If that person has his sights on you, even if you have ten lives, you won't be able to escape. Even if the old master of the Liu family comes out to speak, it won't do any good. Since Liu Shijun is definitely going to die anyway, what's the point of keeping so much money? It's better to give it to me."

  "Who is that person?"

  I inadvertently saw his photo in my grandfather's study at home, and on the back of the photo were two sentences: 'China Blue Sword Special Forces, the legend of the undefeated Falcon.'

  "You also know that the old man in our family would never easily praise someone, but he wrote these two sentences on the back of his photo, which shows how much weight he has in the old man's heart."

  "Blue Sword? I've never heard of it."

  Haha... A loud laugh, "I've never heard of it either, but I believe my old man, he's never been wrong." After finishing speaking, walked towards a luxury sports car in the parking lot.