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The rubber tires rubbed against the rough concrete road violently, almost sparking dazzling sparks in the night, and there was a terrible sound as the body shook violently.

The gunshots exploded and exploded in the foggy night, the rear windshield of the car shattered, and shards of broken glass flew towards the two of them.

There's a sharp ninety-degree turn ahead!

Without any hesitation, Yan Su fully turned the steering wheel and stepped on the gas pedal at the same time, maybe only a moment's difference. Under the slow motion, the high-speed rotating bullet brushed the rear of the big Benz and rushed towards the boundless cliff.

Yan Yan gripped the handlebar tightly, his hairs standing on end: "They have guns!"

"Where's your gun?" Yan Su pulled back the steering wheel when he bumped into the rock.

From a distance, Daben looks like a flexible beast, turning around at an incredible angle in the dark night, and plunging into the depths of the mountainside again.

Land Rover is in hot pursuit.

"Why do you bring a gun during your vacation!?" Yan Yan looked at the car behind through the front mirror. Drive out of this most dangerous mountain road..."

Yan Suyouyou interrupted him: "It's too late."

"What?" Yan Yan turned his head sharply, the headlights in front of him shone almost at the same time, and the helicopter roared in the air.

Not just one person, but a team!

"..." Yan Yan was shocked: "Is this... to catch you?"

Yan Su twitched the corner of his mouth: "That's not a lot. In the past...he could find an army and chase me across the entire desert."

"..." Yan Yan was dumbfounded: "Then, were you arrested?"

The downhill section of the mountain gradually slows down, with a slope of about 45 degrees. Yan Su quickly calculated the distance in his mind. The bottom of the mountain is a tributary of the Yangtze River. The river is magnificent and the water is fast.

He seemed to be able to hear the faint roar of water.

"No..." Yan Su narrowed his eyes, clenched his hands holding the steering wheel tightly, veins protruded from the back of his hands, his whole body became dangerous and fierce, and his voice was cold: "I ran away."

stab-

On the narrow mountain road, two Land Rovers, one high and the other low, accelerated and slammed into the big run with a fierce attitude.

It was as if two behemoths reached a consensus at the same moment, to tear apart the enemy among them first, and swung their fangs and sharp blades towards the black run that had nowhere to go.

Almost at the same moment, the body trembled violently, and a top-heavy feeling of weightlessness hit the face.

Yan Yan opened his mouth, a little shocked, but also a little excited: "Fuck..."

Yan Su turned around and rushed down the slope, crushing flowers, shrubs, dead branches and leaves all the way, the wind whistling past his ears.

Yan Yan shouted, Yan Su couldn't understand why he was excited: "Can you swim?"

"Except for cultural exams." Officer Yan unbuckled his seat belt: "Brother can do everything!"

An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Yan Su's lips, and the corner of his eye glanced at the front mirror, and his complexion changed suddenly.

"Yan Yan!!" He shouted, "Bow your head——"

Before Yan Su could finish his sentence, Yan Yan's strong arm stretched out, pressing down on his head.

The flame bomb struck like lightning, wrapped in raging fire, and with the barbarity that scorched the whole earth, opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards the two.

In a matter of milliseconds, the flying flames of the flame bomb almost turned into an orange-red ray, roaring past the two of them, the front windshield of the car shattered, and small, sharp glass shards scratched the exposed skin.

It was scorching hot, and the air was filled with the pungent and scorched smell of burning fire.

Without giving the two of them any chance to breathe, several flame bombs were thrown at Da Ben who was frantically fleeing in the night, and the blazing eyes instantly illuminated the entire sky.

Even Yan Su, who was always calm, was sweating on his forehead, his cheeks were tense, and his eyes were always looking forward.

A flame bomb hit the rear of the car. In an instant, the hot air flow was like magma from a volcanic eruption. The air flow lifted the rear of the car upwards, and a danger alarm came from the fuel tank.

The river is ahead!

"Yan Yan!—" Before Yan Su could turn his head, Yan Yan had already helped him unbuckle his seat belt.

Daben was blasted into the air by explosive force, and the whole body turned upside down.

The two, one on the left and the other on the right, pushed the door of the car almost at the same time, jumped out of the car and fell into a tributary of the Yangtze River just a second before the fuel tank exploded.

The monstrous waves roared, and in an instant, the car and people were involved in the dark river.

Yan Su's physical strength was limited, he jumped twice, and was pulled down by his heavy and tired body. He had never felt the existence of gravity more than this moment, like an invisible hand, pulling him, dragging him, to the abyss sinking everywhere.

The feeling of suffocation is overwhelming.

Will he die... Yan Su slowly closed his eyes.

In the dark night, a hand stretched out horizontally, grabbing his wrist, resisting the ubiquitous gravity.

Yan Su opened his eyes suddenly, and when the oxygen in his lungs was exhausted, Yan Yan hugged him tightly, pressed against his slightly parted lips, and pushed the air with the scorching temperature of a man into his mouth.

·

midsummer.

"Where are you from? Are you short of friends? What do you think of me?"

The young man with shoulder-length short hair sat on the rock and looked back at the young man with a bright smile.

"..." The young man withdrew his gaze, turning a blind eye to the young man.The other party seemed familiar, and hugged him: "Silence is the default."

·

In the night, Yan Su's pupils suddenly constricted.

On the helicopter, the sniper who aimed at the two spit out the chewing gum in his mouth.

The high-speed rotating warhead shot at the two people who surfaced.

Yan Su was pressed in Yan Yan's arms, unable to move.

"You know what it's called..." Yan Yan said with a smile: "Death under the peony flower... It's also romantic to be a ghost."

Blood gushed out and blended with the dark river water.

On the helicopter, the sniper whistled in celebration: "Hits."

A deep voice came from the earphones: "Close the team."

Yan Yan's two arms holding Yan Su slowly loosened, and the temperature and blood flowed from his body quickly.

"Don't close your eyes!" Yan Su ordered: "Yan Yan, look at me!"

Yan Su never knew that when he was on the verge of desperation, his frail body could still burst out with powerful survival power. He clung to the driftwood, grabbed Yan Yan, and kicked with his legs in the black river water.

·

"Will you forget me?"

"No, what about you?"

"will not."

·

After 10 minutes, when I was exhausted, I finally touched the river bank.

The white flashlight came, and the patrolling village police who heard the sound ran to the two: "What are you doing!"

Yan Su was panting, his face was ashamed, his body was covered in mud, he was extremely weak and embarrassed.

He hugged Yan Yan who was unconscious, and said intermittently: "Save, save him..."

Before the words fell, he couldn't hold on any longer, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground.

·

——Through torrents, swamps and old times, what should be met will eventually be met.

The first thing Yan Yan, 20, arrived in South America, was passing by an Indian tent, and went in to count his fate.

The Indian's fortune-telling method is very unique, let him stand in front of the Indian god for 10 minutes, and then lead him to sit in front of the crystal ball that was used by witches in the Middle Ages.

The yellow-black-skinned Indian closed his eyes, chirping and chirping, until Yan Yan became impatient, turned around and wanted to leave, then suddenly widened his skull-like eyes, and grabbed Yan Yan straight.

Yan Yan leaned back, feeling delicate.

"Through the torrent, the swamp, and the old days, what should be met will be met eventually." The Indian folded his hands on his chest and whispered hoarsely: "He is waiting for you ahead."

The second monk Yan Yanzhang couldn't figure it out. After a long time in a daze, he packed his luggage and got out of the tent, thinking that he shouldn't seek fortune-telling from foreigners with the idea of ​​seeing new things.

Yan Yan just raised the curtain, and the Indian behind him said in plastic English with a strong accent: "Sir, you haven't paid yet."

"Ten dollars," said the Indian.

Expensive to death, Yan Yan smiled.

He is not the only C national who came to South America to participate in the International Individual Technical Combat Competition, but he is the youngest among them.

Sitting in the jeep sent by the instructor, Yan Yan dozed off jet-lagged, not expecting anything from this journey.

This is an unconventional international competition, they do not represent the country, only represent individuals.

Yan Yan just graduated from the police academy this year, and before he could attend the graduation ceremony, he was kicked to South America by their old man, calling it exercise.

In fact, the old man hadn't figured out where to place him.

Yan's mother hopes that her son will be close to home, but Yan's father thinks that when a son grows up, he should roll as far away as possible.

The two husbands and wives disagreed about this matter, and Yan's mother made a lot of troubles with Yan Yan's ears.

It's good to come out, Yan Yan sat on the rickety jeep, opened his mouth and yawned, thinking in a daze, so as not to save his mother from nagging him endlessly all day long.

Midsummer is sweltering, the air in South America is humid, and the sticky sweat can't be dissipated. Yan Yan opened his eyes and saw a group of people fighting.

The white instructor who was driving whistled excitedly: "Hey, did you see that, they are beating up that little guy!"

"He's a yellow man!" The instructor gloated: "Well done, beat him up!"

Yan Yan frowned, and looked over sleepily, a group of local gangsters surrounded a little girl.

The girl had shoulder-length short hair and looked thin and small, but her eyes were extremely sharp, like sharp knives, staring at the gangsters whistling around him.

Which country?Yan Yan thought, probably from Southeast Asia.

The skin color is darker than that of the northerners, but the facial features are very three-dimensional, exquisite and beautiful, like a vigorous little wild leopard.

Yan Yan could barely see how the girl moved her hands, he saw the gangsters surrounding her, and then the Southeast Asian man turned around and swept across, grabbed the head of one of the gangsters, and smashed him into the nearby grocery store.

His skills are crisp and sharp, and his moves are deadly. There are no flashy moves, all of which are aimed at the opponent's weaknesses.

Yan Yan opened his eyes wide, and even the instructor was shocked: "What the hell?!"

The jeep was parked by the side of the road.

Everyone was shocked, and the other gangsters froze in place, forgetting to escape for a moment.

No one would have thought that the seemingly weak boy would burst out with astonishing strength in an instant, throwing a strong adult weighing 100 kilograms like a chicken.

Dust is everywhere.

Yan Yan jumped out of the bed, and the assistant in charge next to the instructor took out the document, swiped through the pages, and slapped hard: "It's him! Quick, quick, we are the most powerful and youngest student in this period!"

Wait a moment, Yan Yan turned his head abruptly, student, what do you mean? !

Didn't he come to the game?

After picking up the amazing little man into the car, the deputy explained slowly: "This competition is actually mainly about training. You are all elites sent by various countries. After 30 days of training, you can participate in the final individual competition. Who You are all recruits, please accept the baptism of the storm!"

Yan Yan: "..."

The little man from Southeast Asia was sitting next to him, with an indifferent expression, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Yan Yan glanced at him, the Southeast Asians were cold, like a human sculpture.

"Hey," Yan Yan took the initiative to greet him, "Are you Asian?"

"What's your name? What country are you from? Who did you learn Kung Fu from? It's amazing. How old are you?" Yan Yan asked endlessly.

The deputy couldn't help but look back at Yan Yan, with admiration in his eyes, admiring him for his courage, and even taking the initiative to talk to the humanoid atomic bomb.

At the same time, there was also sympathy, and the deputy watched Yan Yan being thrown out of the car by the Southeast Asian with full of sympathy.

The little man jumped over Yan Yan, kicked the car door, and threw him out of the car as easily as the strong man before.

Then the little man sat back expressionlessly, still maintaining the previous posture.

Yan Yan, who was thrown out of the car, couldn't laugh or cry, and ran after the jeep: "Hey, you are so rude, do you know that?!"

The sun is like fire.

Yan Yan was assigned to the same group as the little man, and learned from the instructor that they called him Alan, not counting his name, but just a code name.

Alan is very out of gregarious, he seems to be born with a lack of ability to talk to others, he never answers when asked anything, and he can even beat his teammates to death when he is beaten.

In the group training, Yan Yan was often beaten, but Yan Yan was never a serious person. When Alan swung his fist, Yan Yan immediately rushed forward without any image, hugged him with hands and feet, and anointed him with a smile: "Be gentle!" , my brother hurts."

Alan chased Yan Yan and ran all over the field, vowing to throw his fist at the opponent, but Yan Yan didn't practice anything in that summer, he only learned how to escape in a fancy way to survive.

At first, Yan Yan really thought from the bottom of his heart that Alan was a girl, and lamented that it was not easy for her to leave home and work hard at such a young age.

The two are in a group and live together. Unlike other groups who share baths and sleep together to cultivate friendship, Alan never takes the initiative to talk to Yan Yan, and even takes a bath, he has to hide far away.

They, a group of five big and three thick rough guys, rolled all over in mud after training, jumped into the river near the camp, rolled like mud eels, refreshed after two or three times.

Alan, who is not gregarious, will hold his basin and walk away until the upper reaches of the river, only to wash it silently by himself.

Yan Yan had no intention of peeking at the other party taking a bath, but that time when there was an emergency at the camp, the instructor called everyone to assemble, and Yan Yan found that Alan was not there when he arrived at the assembly site. He ran and searched for someone along the upper reaches of the river.

Alan just came out of the river, Yan Yan didn't stop, and bumped into him, seeing everything he should see and not see.

At that time, Yan Yan's mood can only be described as shock: "You you--"

Alan frowned, bent over to pick up the clothes, Yan Yan's jaw dropped to the ground in embarrassment: "You're not a girl..."

Yan Yan's boyish heart, which had just begun to fall in love with Dou, suddenly shattered into a pile of glass shards.

Alan put on his clothes and walked past him towards the camp.

Yan Yan was stunned, turned around and caught up with him, chattering and asking: "You are a man, why do you have long hair, you look like a girl, do you know that you hurt me, you are wrong!"

Alan: "..."

After the fight, Yan Yan didn't do much to hide from the training in the group. The instructors were surprised to find that Yan Yan, who had been running away before, was as good as Southeast Asian humanoid weapons.

It was half a month after Yan Yan met Alan that he heard him speak for the first time.

At that time, the instructor gave permission to call the family.

Alan has a small mobile phone. He took it out from the bottom of the box and dialed the transoceanic number.

Not connected, Alan did not give up, and then dialed a second time.

Yan Yan was in the dormitory, watching Alan make repeated calls, but the other party never answered.

Yan Yan asked curiously: "Who are you calling?"

Alan looked back at him, and in those amber eyes, there was some grievance: "My grandfather."

"Why didn't he answer?" Yan Yan suppressed his excitement, Alan could speak, and Alan spoke to him!

Yan Yan was so excited that he jumped in a 360-degree circle on the spot. On the surface, he was serious, and his face was full of eagerness to care for his teammates. He even got up and walked to Alan, who was only as tall as his collarbone. So petite that you can hold it in your arms.

But Yan Yan just thought about it, if he really dared to make a move, there would be another wounded patient in the nearby field hospital tonight.

"...I don't know." Alan whispered, "Probably, busy."

That day, Alan didn't get through to his grandfather's phone, but an unexpected visitor came.

At that time, Yan Yan was running with him in the field, and the instructor yelled loudly: "Alan, someone is looking for you!"

Yan Yan looked at Alan, and Alan himself was also puzzled.

Then that night, Alan didn't go back to the dormitory for the whole night, and the next day, he appeared at the gate of the camp with scars.

Yan Yan was waiting for him in front of the camp, when a black Land Rover passed by, and they threw a person out of the car.

It's like throwing away a bag of garbage, throwing it there, and the Land Rover walks away.

Yan Yan took a closer look, ran over in a panic, picked him up, and kept calling his name: "Alan!"

Who are those people?Why are you looking for him?And why can he leave so many injuries on his body? !

Alan squinted his eyes and was short of breath. He grabbed Yan Yan's collar and said with difficulty and intermittently: "Don't, don't tell, others... don't seek a doctor..."

Yan Yan frowned, for a long time, sighed, pulled the other party up on his back, and brought him back to the dormitory.

Alan fell asleep, and Yan Yan simply bandaged his wounds, which were whiplashes and electric shock burns.

It should be... very painful.Yan Yan stared at the scars on his exposed skin and clenched his fists.

Alan woke up, and Yan Yan stayed by his side every step of the way. Seeing him wake up, a big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Who are they?" Yan Yan asked him, Alan lowered his eyes and did not answer.

Yan Yan got up suddenly, scratched his head, rarely got angry, and asked in a rough voice: "Alan, who are they?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll just tell the instructors and let them decide." Yan Yan patted the table.

Alan raised his eyelids with panic in his eyes. After a long while, he replied in a low voice, "Neil, a big drug lord on the Mexican border."

Yan Yan's breathing was almost stagnant, he couldn't figure out how a boy who was only 16 years old in front of him would get into trouble with a drug lord.

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