Chapter 51: War = Humanity - Emotion - Morality

  I sat in the Hummer's front seat, staring at the fleeing streetlights ahead, and glanced at the butcher beside me. I asked him inexplicably: "Why didn't you let me bring Harvey out? Didn't you worship him?"

  The butcher didn't say a word, just focused on driving. After a while, he slowly said: "You can't help him, do you think giving him a cup of wine will make him stand up from his decadence? You're too naive!"

  "If we don't give him wine, he can quit drinking!" I said.

  "He can't live without liquor, it's the only way he can calm his guilt and torment. He's running away, escaping from reality, escaping responsibility. A man like that doesn't deserve to be a soldier." The Butcher had lost the surprise and excitement he had when he first met Ha Wei, replaced by a hint of disappointment and sadness.

  Looking at the butcher who had lost his spiritual idol, I didn't know what to say and could only make excuses: "You can't say that, he personally killed his own son, who can bear such a blow? If it were you, you wouldn't be able to either!"

  "Who told you I couldn't?" The butcher's pupils suddenly contracted and then burst out with a crazy light, looking at the highway in front of him, muttering to himself.

  My heart skipped a beat, I heard that the butcher had no relatives, could it be... ...I dared to think further, no wonder he was so bloodthirsty, this must be the reason.

  I don't dare to say anything more, at that time the person sitting in the back seat who had been drinking a bit too much REDBACK suddenly spoke up: "In the mercenary circle, it's not uncommon for things like killing yesterday's comrades and relatives on the battlefield to happen. Although the Blood Warrior's case is relatively rare, it can't be used as an excuse for his downfall. A soldier must keep a heart of steel in any situation, he didn't do that so he's a failure!"

  I suddenly turned around and took a look at REDBACK, had she also killed her own friends? Would I encounter such things on the battlefield in the future? I dare not imagine...

  "What if I didn't have a heart of stone?" I muttered.

  "Not enough to freeze the blood of those who are rotting on the shell-covered slope!" The butcher said with a calm face: "If you're afraid that something like this will happen, keep an eye on the people around you, for example, this drunken mother spider."

  "You're just a public dog!" Looks like REDBACK isn't drunk yet and still knows the butcher is scolding her.

  I didn't say another word, silently sitting in the car, the momentarily depressing air filled the not-so-spacious interior. Until REDBACK suddenly vomited on the windshield, instantly filling the car with the stench of alcohol and vomit.

  "Asshole, you stinky bitch, my car!" The butcher cursed loudly, dodging too late and getting splashed on his hand.

  "Hmm... this is much more comfortable!" REDBACK lay on the back seat with a comfortable expression, not caring about the butcher jumping around at the edge.

  "Look at the good job your woman has done! You come and clean up this mess. Damn it!" The butcher pushed open the car door, jumped out of the car, and shook his arm to fling off the vomit that had splattered on him.

  I looked at the butcher's angry face outside the car and REDBACK's comfortable face in the back seat, as well as the dirty things splattered on his body, and burst out laughing. Damn! Today is really interesting.

  "If you can't drink, don't pretend to be able to! Are you uncomfortable now?!" I carefully turned the steering wheel and pulled the gearshift covered with vomit to start the car, the butcher had handed over the "dirty work" of driving to me.

  "Wine is quite good to drink, it's just uncomfortable when you drink too much!" REDBACK spoke a true word about wine. Looks like he has sobered up a lot.

  "After that, let's drink less!" I said helplessly.

  The car slowly drove into the parking lot of the villa, and before it even stopped, the husband couldn't wait to jump out of the car and stand on the empty ground, taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, as if he had just been sitting in an uncleaned toilet.

  I also jumped out of the car, and it wasn't until the fresh air rushed into my nostrils that I realized how bad the smell in the car was just now. Turning my head to look at REDBACK who was swaying back and forth trying to get out of the car, I helplessly supported her with one hand, watching as she also took a deep breath of the air. Unexpectedly, she said something extremely funny: "The butcher's car really stinks! From now on, I'm never getting in again!"

  "What?! What did you say?! My car stinks?! You think my car stinks because of me?! I'll teach you a lesson, you little punk!" The butcher's nose was twisted in anger as he rolled up his sleeves and charged over, shaking his fist.

  "Afraid of you? Come on, hit me! I don't believe I can't beat you!" REDBACK surprisingly shook off his upper garment and jumped over with a bare midriff, waving his small fist.

  "Damn it!" I fainted immediately, damn! This little girl's wine quality is not good at all, I must not let her drink again in the future. I quickly stepped forward to intervene, but ended up getting beaten myself before I could even separate them. I got angry too, and with one punch each, I knocked both of them out cold.

  "Damn it! Forget about you two, it's better to die!" I cursed and turned around to walk into the house, but they were stunned, probably never having seen me angry.

  Redback rubbed his face, stood up and said viciously to the butcher: "You'll be sorry next time!" Then he followed me into the house, caught up with me and gave me a violent blow on the head. While chasing and hitting me, he scolded: "You dare to hit me, you stinky little boy! See how I'll deal with you! You think you're good at Chinese kung fu? I'm not afraid of you! I also know Jeet Kune Do..."

  Looking at this silly woman, I helplessly rushed to the underground shooting range. Can't she not provoke me and still hide? Hopefully someone there can handle her, I'm done!

  We arrived at the underground shooting range, and everyone was already there. Some were cleaning their guns while others were shooting. Since we were indoors, the sound of the gunfire was much louder than outside, and it even hurt my ears a bit. When they saw us three enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned around to look at us. From their expressions, you could tell that they were very surprised.

  "What's wrong with you? Have you been drinking and fighting?" The captain tilted his head, looking at the bruise on my face.

  "Hmm! We've encountered the Black Iron!" The butcher quickly recounted the events at the bar, but only briefly mentioned Ha Wei's involvement, seemingly unwilling to tarnish the Blood Warrior's reputation.

  "Roar!!" The impact and the demon shouted together: "Does that kid still remember when you broke his arms and legs? Let's teach him a lesson again, he's not young anymore but still doesn't understand what it means to have a gap, always bothering you for no reason, might as well get rid of him someday!"

  "Haha! Today I broke both his hands again. It'll take him at least half a year to recover, but this time he's not alone, there are many helpers... But we three took them all down!" The butcher pulled up a chair and sat down, examining the guns on the table while playing with them, saying: "What's the point of doing him in? Isn't it better like this? No need for trouble, just a punching bag to practice on."

  "Has the ghouls gone wild?! Take out a few?" Bangzi patted me on the shoulder and asked, "Won't you get beaten up by people?"

  "Want to give it a try?" I said, shaking my fist at him, he and I had never won in our sparring practice.

  "Whatever!" Chongji shrugged and said: "Let's talk about it when I've mastered my finishing move!"

  "Are you practicing a killing technique? By the time you master it, the Corpse God will have already conquered the world. This kid seems to have developed some sort of kung fu that specializes in targeting joints and bones, similar to grappling and locking techniques, but not quite. It appears to be a type of kung fu that uses weakness to overcome strength!" The Butcher said thoughtfully while scratching his head.

  The butcher is indeed formidable, and it's not possible to underestimate him. Just by taking a glance at my fight with Hei Tie and that guy whose arms I crippled, he was able to analyze the two most important components of my technique.

  "Tai Chi Fist!" Almost everyone exclaimed. Then they all rushed to my side and surrounded me, asking questions in a flurry of voices.

  "Is it Tai Chi?"

  "I know Tai Chi is a very powerful martial art, specializing in using softness to overcome strength."

  "Yes, I've seen it in a movie too. That sect is called Wudang Sect, and I've even listened to their album!"

  "Yes, yes, I've heard it too..."

  "I'm speechless... Wudang Clan band? I reckon soon Wudang will become a hot dog vendor."

  For the sake of Chinese Kung Fu, I quickly interrupted them and said: "Don't say that, don't say that, you're talking about the American Wu-Tang Clan HIP-HOP band, not China's Wu-Tang Clan! Tai Chi originated from Chenjiagou in Wenxian County, Henan Province, although I've learned it but what I use is not Tai Chi." I tried my best to correct the deep-rooted misconceptions of these Americans.

  "No way, how could Tai Chi not be from Wudang? That's impossible! I've seen that movie saying Zhang Sanfeng created Tai Chi." A group of people indignantly accused me of deceiving them.

  "No, no, that's not true. There are too many Tai Chi schools in China, even Buddhism has Chanmen Tai Chi, Taoism must have its own Tai Chi as well, but according to historical records, it originated from Chenjiagou, Henan at the end of Qing dynasty... I kept telling them about the origin of Chinese Tai Chi, but seeing their confused expressions, I knew I was playing a lute to an ox. How could these foreigners understand Chinese culture?"

  "Stop it!" I interrupted this group of would-be debaters: "You can't possibly know more about Chinese culture than a Chinese person."

  Everyone thought about it and stopped arguing, but the devil still asked me what skill I used.

  "The kung fu I use doesn't come from any particular school, but rather from the bone-setting techniques my grandfather taught me. He was a traditional Chinese medicine orthopedic doctor who could reset fractured bones through the skin and flesh. Combined with some traditional Chinese medicine meridian theories of pulse-taking and manipulation, as well as reverse tendon and backbone methods, this is not about using softness to overcome hardness or push-hands techniques, nor is it Tai Chi boxing. I'm putting my skills on display, even though they're not worth much in China, but I figure they'll be impressive enough to foreigners."

  Sure, here is the translation:

  "Sure enough, a burst of exclamations erupted, and a group of people started asking me questions one after another. Everyone's face was filled with envy and admiration, which made me feel great. Indeed, as rumored, Chinese Kung Fu is like a myth in the eyes of foreigners, unattainable."

  Just as I was worried about how to explain what meridians and channels are, the genius opened the door and walked in, followed by Big Bear, Wolf Man, All-Powerful, and several other burly men carrying boxes. I quickly said that we were going to have a meeting, which finally calmed down this group of guys who wanted to learn magical martial arts. However, they also cleverly told me to wait until after the meeting to continue the "lecture".

  After I escaped from a "spitting circle", I quickly gathered in front of the genius, afraid that they would surround me again. I really didn't expect Chinese martial arts to have such great charm.

  "Alright! Everyone quiet down, the genius has something to say." The captain clapped his hands, signaling everyone to be silent.

  "I'm enjoying myself with this woman, you'd better have a good reason for interrupting me, or I'll snap your neck." The young master said with an unsatisfied expression.

  "What's the reason for saving your life?" The genius said with a sacred expression like a savior: "Last time, everyone saw that the madman was killed by a stray bullet, but the repairer was hit head-on and had no problem. So this brought up the issue of battlefield protection to the agenda. In the past, everyone was a rapid combat unit, so light armor was very important. Although the 20-30 kg heavy steel plate bulletproof vest is not heavy, it affects action. Therefore, everyone has never had the habit of wearing bulletproof vests, but the captain's meaning in the cemetery..."

  "Genius. Long story - short version!" The devil interrupted impatiently.

  Genius Bai glanced at the devil with a helpless expression and said, "I've made a new type of bulletproof vest, it's very light and works quite well."

  He finished speaking and handed a seemingly ordinary military uniform to the big bear, hanging it on a shooting target 20 meters away. Then he took out a 9mm USP pistol and fired six shots at the uniform. After that, he pulled the uniform back and spread it out in front of us. Everyone leaned in for a closer look and found that all the bullets had damaged the clothes but hadn't penetrated through, instead getting stuck in the fabric fibers.

  Next, he took out an ordinary-looking multi-functional tactical vest and fired several shots at it. This time, not even the surface of the vest was pierced. Then, he took out an AK rifle and fired two shots at the vest, this time breaking through the front of the vest but still getting stuck in the fabric.

  He then inserted a few thin ceramic plates into the vest and fired several more shots. This time, there were no problems.

  "This time I found a kind of hemp, which has strong anti-tear strength after processing, and with special weaving order, it was made into this bulletproof military uniform. Only one layer can withstand the attack of ordinary 9mm handgun, if multiple layers are stacked, it can withstand the bullets of AK47 (bullet head diameter X shell length) 7.62×39mm. If you want to withstand sniper bullets, you need to install this boron carbide bulletproof ceramic.

  The genius handed over the clothes for everyone to pass around, and then continued: "My main purpose is to withstand the most common 7.62mm AK gun bullets and NATO standard bullets. This uniform does not prevent armor-piercing bullets and various special bullets."

  I took the military uniform and tactical vest, and upon touching it, I found that it didn't feel much different from ordinary military uniforms, and the texture was even better. The weight was also a bit lighter. I didn't expect such thin fabric to be bulletproof.

  "Wearing only the military uniform, I can say that it can withstand shrapnel and splashes. If you put on a bulletproof vest, it can withstand AK bullets like traditional bulletproof vests. With ceramic plates, you can walk safely on the battlefield!" The genius said humorously: "This bulletproof vest has 50% higher ballistic performance than the 'Interceptor' bulletproof vest that the US just developed and hasn't equipped its troops with yet, and without ceramic plates, it's as light as ordinary clothes."

  Everyone is more and more delighted, no one wants to die. If they can use light and bulletproof equipment, everyone will love it.

  "Great job!" The captain patted Tiancai on the back excitedly, almost knocking him over.

  "Thanks!" The genius rubbed his shoulders and reluctantly thanked the captain: "Next, let me introduce to everyone the latest weapon I provided. Everyone just played with my newly made weapon, what do you think?"

  "It's nothing! Except for being a bit lighter, it's no different from an ordinary gun!" everyone said.

  The genius didn't say a word, but simply picked up the M249 machine gun with 2000 rounds of ammunition and walked to the shooting range. He then opened the safety, pulled the trigger, and started firing. Two minutes later, when all the bullets were gone, the genius turned around and asked us: "What's different?" Everyone looked at each other, but no one noticed anything different until REDBACK, who was standing next to me, said in a daze: "The barrel didn't smoke!"

  At this time, everyone discovered that the firing rate of the machine gun was too high, generally 1000 rounds per minute, so the fire control components were prone to overheating. If you keep shooting at a speed of 1000 rounds per minute, you need to replace or cool the barrel after two minutes. If not, it will cause the barrel to overheat and ignite the bullet, causing the barrel to deform. In severe cases, it can lead to barrel rupture. Therefore, a machine gunner usually carries two barrels, one as a spare, and needs to change the barrel every two minutes, which is a very annoying and potentially fatal flaw on the battlefield.

  "I discovered a substance in the lava of a volcano that can maintain its shape without dissolving at high temperatures of several thousand degrees. So, I built an experimental laboratory at the volcanic crater and collected a lot of this material. Then, I wanted to refine it, but you know this thing is not afraid of high temperatures, so using smelting was out of the question. Can you guess how I refined it?"

  The genius paused for dramatic effect, but seeing everyone's uninterested expressions, he disappointedly revealed the answer: "I used biological refining methods. I cultivated a type of microorganism that eats these minerals, and when they're full, they die, leaving behind their bodies, which is the refined substance. I call it X. This substance has interesting properties - it can enhance the durability and high-temperature resistance of materials.

  Pure X is even more resistant to high temperatures and wear, and cannot be fused with ordinary steel at all. So, I cultivated another type of bacteria that eats both X and iron, which finally allowed me to fuse the two substances together. The difficulties involved are hard to put into words..."

  The genius shook his head and spoke, and suddenly all sorts of chemical formulas and physical data came out, leaving the listeners anxious and impatient.

  "Genius, long story short!" The devil's face turned ugly as he clenched his fists, the joints cracking with a loud pop.

  "Ah... That's to say, the steel material I've been training with is extremely heat-resistant. Even after firing tens of thousands of rounds continuously, the barrel doesn't overheat, and even after hundreds of thousands of rounds, the gun mechanism doesn't wear out. So, everyone won't need to bring spare parts onto the battlefield anymore, which can reduce your burdens!" The genius noticed that everyone's faces had turned unsatisfied, so he quickly wrapped up his theoretical lecture and summarized: "All these weapons are made from X steel material, and everyone will be fully equipped with them. Also, members of Wolf Group like to use different weapons from various countries, sometimes making it hard to unify the bullet caliber. So, except for snipers who will all switch to NATO standard caliber weapons, M16s are too unreliable and won't be provided anymore. The M4s I'll provide in the future will also be modified with a dust-proof system referencing the AK47. Now, our main recommendations are the G36 and SSG550 series; everyone can try out the guns and see which one feels more comfortable."

  The genius finished, and everyone started picking equipment. Without exception, they all chose not to wear bulletproof ceramic tactical vests. As a mercenary unit that emphasizes mobility in infiltration operations, the main focus is on speed and agility, hitting and running, lightly armed and highly mobile, so it's not surprising that no one wears the heavy 20-pound ceramic plate.

  Everyone chooses their favorite gun type to start shooting, and the shooting range is suddenly filled with gunfire. I quickly put on my custom-made earplugs to reduce the damage of the gunfire to my ears. The genius looks at everyone playing smoothly and keeps gesturing to him, praising the good guns, and smiles heartily. Then he turns his head, pulls me to the table, opens two large boxes placed on the table, and starts showing off his treasures.

  Redback and Butcher and others also gathered around, wanting to see what I bought for 1 million. However, I reckon they actually want to see how much of a loss I suffered so they can mock me. A bunch of cheap people!

  "Genius first took out four gun barrels and said to me, 'These four gun barrels are $50,000! These two PSG-1 sniper rifles are $50,000 each, the SSG69 is $50,000 for two, the McMillan TAC-50 large-caliber sniper rifle with two gun barrels is $100,000, this HK21E is $20,000, and the MK23 pistol with a 16-round magazine is $50,000 for ten. The FN company's 5-7 style pistol is $20,000 for two, and the P90 and MP5K are $50,000.' As Genius took out more and more things from the box, everyone's eyes grew wider. Genius had just finished quoting prices when everyone burst into laughter."

  "Xing Tian, you've been cheated! These things aren't even worth 2 million, and you gave him 10 million US dollars. Haha! You've lost big time!" Everyone burst out laughing, holding their bellies.

  "Fart, fart!" The genius became impatient: "I'm a genius doing business, genuine and reasonably priced, no cheating of the young or old! Who dares to say that my guns are expensive?"

  "That PSG-1, although it's the most accurate semi-automatic sniper rifle in the world, is only sold for $10,000 a piece. Add the accessories and maintenance, it's no more than $20,000. You're selling it for $50,000 and that doesn't even include the barrel! Amazing! Amazing! No wonder you're a genius!" Even the usually cold and icy Quick Draw Machine couldn't help but laugh out loud with its mouth wide open.

  "Is that so? Are they using X steel then? Can it hit 1500 meters away? These four gun barrels were specially made by the oldest handmade rifle workshop in Sweden, and I paid 20,000 just for the labor costs. The scope of this rifle was inspired by my visit to HK's WSG2000 long-range sniper system."

  He took out two devices that looked like "Ghost Red" thermal imaging equipment from the box: "This scope combines a telescope, rangefinder, night vision, and thermal imaging functions. Without any additional attachments, just press a button to complete all the on-site intelligence gathering work for sniping. The microcomputer ballistic calculation makes it possible for even a novice to hit an apple within 1000 meters with ten shots, no matter what gun is used! Can you tell me if this can be bought on the black market?"

  A genius's sudden outburst stunned everyone into silence, and all eyes curiously gazed at the objects on the table, carefully examining what made them different from their usual equipment.

  "I'm giving you two sets of all this equipment. The barrel is used to convert the caliber, with the HK21 machine gun, you only need to adjust the barrel and the gun body to change from 7.62mm to 5.56mm caliber, other guns can also do it." Genius said while quickly changing the caliber of the HK21A1 in half a minute without any special tools: "The sniper rifle bullets are all my custom-made propellants, under the condition of not changing the bullet specifications, I can double the performance of NATO standard bullets."

  I picked up the sniper rifle on the table, mounted the barrel and sight to the shooting range, fired a few shots to try it out. Sure enough, as the genius said, the performance of this gun has improved significantly. The PSG-1 uses special ammunition and an internal silencer, making it almost impossible to hear the gunshot when firing. It has a very high hit rate, but its range and penetration are much worse than those of ordinary sniper rifles. However, the PSG-1 modified by the genius no longer has these two drawbacks. With special ammunition, the range can reach over 1500 meters, and at 1000 meters, it can easily penetrate the standard steel helmet of the US military. The ejection port has also been improved, and the shell will not jump out as far as 10 meters.

  There are a lot of electronic data jumping in the sight, which makes me very uncomfortable. Wind power, air pressure, temperature, altitude, angle and tilt relative to the target, even magnetic field parameters are all there. Rows and rows of changing numbers make my head dizzy. A genius is not a sniper after all, I don't know if a sniper looks at this thing for 24 hours in the sight, he can't think of hitting anything else. It's distracting!

  With this thing, the shooter only needs to pull the trigger, and it's more suitable for new recruits than experienced warriors. I made some modification suggestions to the genius, removing many useless functions in actual combat, making the sight simpler, especially since there were even a few small games inside, the genius said it was for me to pass the time during wartime breaks, I'm speechless...

  I tried shooting other weapons, and indeed, as the genius said, the performance of other weapons has been greatly improved. Especially with this sight and ammunition, the large-caliber sniper rifle can hit a bullet within an area the size of a blue ball at 2000 meters away, it's really unbelievable!

  When he brought out the various anti-material projectiles he had invented that day, everyone was even more amazed! The bullets looked like they were made of glass heads filled with mercury - shining and colorful.

  "This ammunition, the chemical substance inside is...". The genius was about to speak when he was shut down by everyone's murderous gaze, and could only mutter: "I'll make it short, I'll make it short! When the substance inside flows out of the warhead and comes into contact with air, it absorbs heat from the surroundings in an instant, producing extremely low temperatures, about -70 degrees Celsius. Then, when high-temperature armor-piercing shells are fired at the frozen steel plate, the effect of the armor-piercing shells can be increased by more than ten times. If used in conjunction with a large-caliber anti-material sniper rifle, it can penetrate the frontal armor of a main battle tank."

  After the genius finished explaining the function of this bullet in one breath, everyone became interested in this bullet and wanted to try shooting it.

  "One shot, $10,000!" The genius stretched out his hand and smiled, looking like a sly merchant.

  "You're killing people for 10,000 dollars a bullet? I'd rather buy four rocket launchers, they're on sale and come with two boxes of ammo!" Vanguard shouted.

  "Haha, can a rocket shell penetrate the frontal armor of an American M1A2 main battle tank? How much does a tank cost? I think my price is not expensive. This thing isn't something that can be made just by saying it's made, if so, wouldn't the US military have equipped them already?

  Looking at the genius' expression on his face, I finally understand what knowledge property rights are and what 'rarity makes things precious' means."

  Genius gave me thirty rounds of these "ice bullets", and then gave me a lot of special sniper ammunition. Holding the unfamiliar weapon in my hand, I finally found a sense of value for money.

  The gun, a strange "killer" that was only mentioned in magazine color pages and boasting about it, has now become the thing I rely on to make a living. Life is really unpredictable! The PSG is heavy for ordinary people, but when I hold it in my hand, I feel very stable, and it's effortless to handle. Caressing the cold gun barrel, this is the first gun that truly belongs to me!

  The time passed in the roar of gunfire, and when I got up from bed in the morning and turned to look at REDBACK who was sleeping soundly beside me, there was a feeling that this is life.

  Wake up REDBACK and start morning exercise with everyone, the wolf pack doesn't have a strict rule like the army to train at what time, eat at what time, but everyone except for serious injuries is not lazy, because mercenaries don't need to be urged by people, death will whip you, in order to survive on the battlefield, everyone consciously increases their exercise volume to maintain optimal physical fitness, ready to go out at any time.

  After running 15 kilometers with a load, everyone starts eating and then begins a day of training, either physical training or tactical training. The purpose of this training is to turn various complex techniques into physical reactions. Three hours of shooting practice every day, requiring tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition, just to hit the opponent on the battlefield with one shot from your gun barrel. Constantly learning various languages, just to be able to understand whether the enemy is attacking or retreating when fighting abroad. The application of various vehicles is simply to know where a shot can kill an invisible target inside the vehicle.

  REDBACK was very lively in the wolf pack, she said that in Assassin's Creed, there were few training sessions every day, and most of the time was spent helping people with chores and stuff, not like a mercenary but more like a missionary. She liked it here because it felt more like her childhood home, where everyone was full of desire to survive. But she only stayed for three days before leaving, after all, she was a member of Assassin's Creed, she had her mission and life. The day she left, the two of us went crazy, with traces of our wild time together scattered all over the room. When it was time to leave, she didn't let me see her off, because who knows if there would be another chance to meet again... I could only say to myself: this is just life!

  I took out my phone and dialed a number to call home, and when I heard my mother's voice on the other end, I suddenly felt like I was in a different world. I didn't say anything, I just listened to her voice, breathing in the air that came through the phone from her.

  Just hung up the phone, the captain informed: "Meeting! There is a task!"

  A group of people sat in the conference room staring at the large screen projector in front of them, which displayed their current task.

  The captain smiled and said: "This time our mission is in Liberia, a place that everyone is very familiar with. The task is simple: to assassinate the leader of an opposition party on behalf of the government army!"

  "Liberia, didn't we just come from there?" I exclaimed. "And we even fought on behalf of the rebels and killed so many government soldiers, I even killed the Deputy Minister of Defense. How can they still invite us? It's not a trap, is it?"

  "No! No! You don't understand. There are no eternal friends and no eternal enemies!" The captain smiled and said: "We're helping the government army, it's just an assassination mission, doesn't require many people. The rebels don't know what mercenary group we are, the government only knows that a Chinese mercenary killed their deputy defense minister, they also don't know it was you! Don't be afraid!"

  Back in my own room, I was packing up while thinking to myself, how did this situation end up like helping someone else fight and then turning around to beat up one of our own people? This is called betrayal!

  Carrying a PSG sniper rifle, I slowly walked up to the captain and said: "Captain, don't you think what we're doing is very unethical?"

  The captain looked at me and turned his head to gaze into the distant sky, saying: "If two people are fighting and both have knives, and A kills B with a knife, would you say he is immoral?"

  "It's a matter of life and death, each has their own reasons, there's nothing immoral about it!" I said after some thought.

  "Not bad, if those who kill with knives can't comment like this, how can you say that the knife is immoral?" The captain said and walked forward.

  I was stunned on the spot. It turned out that we were just a knife, a knife used to kill people! A knife has no morals, but am I a knife? I'm not a human being, am I?!

  Following the captain, I just can't figure out this problem...

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