I am just an orphan. When I was three years old, my parents were killed alive in front of religious extremists during a racial conflict in a certain African country. When my parents' blood splattered all over me, a seed of hatred sprouted and grew in my heart, which was the driving force for me to continue breathing.
Afterwards, I became an Asian yellow person left behind in an African tribe. When I was six years old, a black elder told me a word in crumpled English - China, saying that I came from there.
The first time I went to the battlefield, I was six years old and nicknamed the yellow skinned little monkey of the black population, which is a derogatory term applied to all Asian races. The chief gave me an old 56 submachine rifle and hundreds of bullets, and his eyes were filled with sadness and determination. I thought, perhaps this was an extremely brutal war.
When I lurked in the dangerous tropical rainforest for a month and a half with a pot of water and a few compressed biscuits, shooting every bullet into the enemy's body, I loved this feeling.
I still remember the scene when I shot the first person. The bullet spun and whistled past, hitting the target's skull. The skull was so fragile that it immediately shattered like an egg. With a snap, the brain and blood splattered like egg yolk and egg white. My hand pulling the trigger trembled involuntarily, and my whole body seemed to be hit by an extremely strong electric current. The intense excitement made my whole body float lightly, and my brain even stopped functioning.
Many years later, when I let out a high breath for the first time on a beautiful blonde girl and fired a bullet deep inside her body, I found the same thrilling tremble as when I first shot and killed an enemy.
In that conflict, the tribe that took me in was completely wiped out three days before the war began. A month and a half later, when I fired my last bullet, 132 people died from my gun, not wasting a single bullet.
Finally, under the suppression of the machine gun on the helicopter, I was held to my head by more than ten dark gun barrels, all made of American equipment.
The sniper who has created countless nightmares for us is actually a six-year-old yellow skinned monkey holding a worn-out Type 56 submachine gun? "An officer grinned and spoke a series of English words, his blue and gray eyes filled with disbelief.
I stared at him fiercely with a hatred like a venomous snake. Although the gun was knocked down by them, a landmine was buried under the withered leaves at my feet, and the fuse was pressed on my feet. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been lurking here for a month and a half. During this month and a half, even if the most venomous Palestinian scorpion crawled in front of me, I would have swallowed it alive. I am full of longing for survival, but I do not lack the courage to die with others.
Unfortunately, it was a mute mine. I still remember how scared the people who surrounded me were when they found out that I was stepping on a landmine. However, I was not killed in place, but was taken back to their base, a reserve base for mercenaries, where there were thousands of Boy Scouts who were not much older than me.
On the first day of training, an instructor raised a thick finger and looked at the 1238 Scouts in training, telling everyone in vague English, "Little devils, remember, everything you do is to survive. In ten years, there will only be one person here who will survive, and his code name will be King, the king of mercenaries. "
Ten years later, after completing my training, I defeated the last competitor in a competition organized by underground mercenary organizations around the world. I wore the ring engraved with the word 'King' on my middle finger and became the undisputed king among mercenaries.
Three days later, all the base instructors who trained me, including more than 300 people from the world's top ranked mercenary group, fell under my gun, and the unnamed island in the sea sank slowly in a gray white mushroom cloud rising into the air.
King has disappeared.
Have you finished speaking? "The girl sitting in front of Jin Yi raised her eyebrows, her big eyes filled with a mischievous smile. She gulped down a large glass of beer in one go, adding a few strands of blush to her face. However, she stood up unsteadily and reached out her white and tender hand to give Jin Yi a fierce slap on the shoulder, pretending to be generous and laughing," Uncle, your military stories are really good, but I still have some questions
Jin Yi smiled faintly, his white and slender hands playing with the cup in his hand, his movements light and elegant, as if he was not at a street vendor, but sitting in a high-end hotel, drinking high-quality red wine that showcased his identity. The faint smile on his lips showed that he had good gentlemanly cultivation, and his tone was polite and calm. He said to the girl he found from the square, "You say, I'll answer!" His words were concise and without a word of nonsense.
What about that money? "The girl widened her eyes." The top ranked mercenary organization couldn't possibly have no savings, right
King donated a lot casually, but only a small portion remains! "Jin Yi raised a little finger slightly and said, "Even a tiny thing is enough for him to live for hundreds of years
Didn't King commit suicide? Why not donate all the money? "Girls are at the age when curiosity is at its peak, and they have the ability to break through the sand pot and ask the truth.
King is not dead! "Jin Yi's eyes flickered and he hesitated slightly. After taking a sip of beer, he smiled at the girl in front of him who liked to listen to stories and said, "He returned to China and walked through many cities. He met a crucial old man who changed his fate and freed him from his hatred. He taught him some legendary kung fu skills. In the end, he stopped in this coastal city because he liked the tranquility here. Later, he played a game, but he didn't know how to play it very well, so after playing for half a year, his level was still very low. So, in that deserted novice village, he met an equally stupid rookie. The two of them... drank at this night snack stall. That's it
Cluck... "The girl couldn't help but laugh, leaning back and forth, almost spitting out the drink in her mouth. She hurriedly took out a tissue from her small bag and wiped it off. The girl covered her stomach and laughed until she gasped for breath." Uncle, do you still consider yourself the protagonist of the story? King? The king among mercenaries? This is called Yy
Amidst the girl's unrestrained mockery, Jin Yi lifted his head and drank the golden liquid. A half liter glass poured a fountain of wine slowly into his mouth. His drinking posture was strange, seemingly gentle but wild, and he drank a bottle without frowning. It added a hint of inexplicable flavor to the girl's eyes, but he still didn't give up on continuing to strike his thoughts. He took out a makeup mirror from his small bag and placed it in front of him, giggling and saying, "Great Uncle King, before you speak big, take a look at what kind of dignity you look like! "
Jin Yi let out a belch, his eyes half drunk and somewhat hazy. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled nonchalantly. Yes, he looked very ordinary. His hair had been unkempt for several months, longer and more messy than that of a rock singer. He had a scruffy beard on his chin and casually put on a wrinkled T-shirt. His jeans were washed white, and a 22-year-old person could be seen as in his thirties. No wonder this sixteen or seventeen year old girl in front of him was like an uncle.
The girl took back the mirror. In fact, although the old man in front of her was a bit down and out, this casual decadence seemed to attract her. The teenage girl always couldn't resist her wild thoughts, and her mischievous eyes had a hint of pure and charming charm that was unique to her age. She coughed, straightened her body, and said with a stern face, "I haven't officially introduced you yet. My surname is Yun and my name is Que. For the sake of taking me to kill novice monsters for a few days, you can call me by my nickname, Yunque Er