Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 254 Black Caesar
In the dense forest, the sound of breathing became more and more rapid.

With a thud, Cheng Yun fell down and sat down under a thick tree, and began to pant heavily.

The muscles on his body kept trembling, and big drops of sweat gushed out, washing away the original smoky marks on his body, making him look more and more embarrassed.

"So... that person is the governor of the state... the governor?"

Shen Li caught up from behind and landed not far from Cheng Yun, with her hands on her knees, her chest and abdomen heaving, she was equally exhausted, and there was deep fear and lingering fear in her eyes.

The two bloodstains on her back were extremely clear. They were the scars left by the Gatling on the helicopter when he strafed her body.

From the perspective of the injury, it can be seen that if Shen Li was at the last moment, at one o'clock in the evening, she might be completely torn to pieces by the metal storm formed by the Gatling machine gun.

This kind of super heavy-duty machine gun is not the kind that is often seen in movies when it hits people. There are a few blood holes in the chest and abdomen, but it can completely tear the flesh and bones of people and smash them to pieces. .

On this point, when fighting the Death Squad earlier, Shen Li had seen with her own eyes the scene where Ying Yuang, the little boss, was shot into pieces by machine guns even though he was able to resist ordinary rifle bullets.

Cheng Yun took a few breaths, calmed down, and said slowly: "He should be 'trench'."

"Trenches?"

When Shen Li heard this name, she didn't quite understand it for a while.

Cheng Yun obviously understood Shen Li's doubts. The Expendables series of films were basically men's dramas, and the films made by a group of old action stars were extremely unattractive to the vast majority of female audiences.

Shaking his head, a wry smile appeared on his face, "Don't worry, if it's the Terminator, then there's no need to complete this task."

"Terminator?!"

Shen Li probably understood the meaning of Cheng Yun's words, and let out a long breath. She couldn't see that the previous sternness was gone from her delicate face, and instead she had a little bit of the rest of her life, or experience. At a loss after life and death, he murmured in a low voice, "What kind of broken world is this!"

"Let's find a way to survive."

Cheng Yun glanced at Shen Li, but had no intention of comforting her.

At this moment, he also had all kinds of emotional turmoil in his heart.

"Now, you probably know what infinite space is."

While Cheng Yun and Shen Li were talking, Chen He, who was the first to escape into the dense forest, quietly appeared next to them at some point.

His condition was obviously much better than the two, but for the first time there was a trace of being grazed by a Gatling bullet on his shoulder. Obviously, the other party was able to escape just like Shen Li, and there was also a lot of luck.

"Why didn't you shoot down that helicopter just now?"

Shen Li looked at Chen He who appeared in front of her, glanced at the other's wound, and asked in a slightly sharp tone.

"You think I don't want to?"

Chen He took out another pack of cigarettes from which pocket he didn't know, and smoked it slowly, "My cards are not skills, but skills, and the ultimate move has a CD."

"Still have skills?"

Cheng Yun was slightly surprised when he heard Chen He's words, and then looked at Shen Li aside, seeing that the other person's expression was normal, he suddenly understood that Shen Li's ability might be different from his "Yellow Turban Powerful Method". Like Chen He, it belongs to the skill category in the gift package given by Infinite Space.

But this can probably explain why Chen He shot down a helicopter with a flimsy card before, and then fled almost without hesitation when he saw another one appearing.

Moreover, from the escape just now, Cheng Yun can also see that Chen He's physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but compared to him after using the "Yellow Turban Powerful Method", he is only in the middle of the middle.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been bruised by bullets like Shen Li when he fled just now.

It's just that Chen He didn't care about the injury on his body at all. Looking at the exhausted Cheng Yun and Shen Li, he showed a gentle smile for the first time, and said, "Now, the three of us, just It’s a real team.”

Both Cheng Yun and Shen Li looked up at Cheng Yun without saying a word.

After experiencing a real life-and-death battle, facing the top fighters like the Death Squadron, the psychological shock has not passed yet.

After witnessing the death of Shu Xinyue, Ying Yuang and Quan Mingyuan, the three previously identified companions, they no longer had the strong sense of grouping with this so-called "team" at this time, but instead looked There was vigilance and suspicion in Xiang Chen He's eyes.

"I know what you're thinking, I've been through this stage too."

Chen He didn't care about the eyes of the two. He just took a sip and continued slowly, "This is actually a process of selection and screening." Every time you complete a task in the infinite space, it is a difficult challenge. It's never been easier either.Since I entered the infinite space, I have met many people. Many times, everyone has always had a game mentality about the tasks and worlds they have to face, but in fact these worlds have always been full of dangers. "

Speaking of this, Chen He paused, and pointed to Cheng Yun and Shen Li, "In reality, there is peace and stability. It is rare for you to fight and quarrel with others in your life. But in the infinite space, suddenly facing the hail of bullets , the vast majority of people are unable to reverse their concepts and mentality, and naturally there is only one final result. Only when there is a real life-and-death crisis can you truly recognize reality and grow up."

After listening to Chen He's words, the two remained silent for a while.

There was nothing wrong with what the other party said. Even Cheng Yun, who had reversed his mentality as much as possible early in the morning, actually had a lot of doubts about all of this in the deepest part of his heart.

Perhaps only the real blood and killing, life and death and fighting can make him fully understand the reality.

"All right."

Seeing that Cheng Yun and Shen Li were silent, Chen He casually threw the cigarette butts in his hands on the ground and crushed them with his feet, then his expression gradually became a little high, "Let's go, it's time to finish the task seriously. This time The task is difficult to say, but it is also easy to say. The extraordinary origin task is just, we are actually the real extraordinary in the current world power system."

……

"Take a deep breath..."

"Then, here...how does it feel here?"

"Exhale—"

In a medical room of New York-Presbyterian Hospital, a doctor wearing black-rimmed glasses and a white coat, with a receiver on, is conducting a physical examination on a tall white man wearing only a pair of shorts.

This white man had a high nose and deep eyes, a bushy beard, and typical Nordic features. His strong, hairy body was scarred by scars and bullets.

However, although the white man still looked very strong, the crow's feet around his eyes and the deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose showed that he was no longer young.

In a pair of gray-blue eyes, there is even more tiredness and oldness that cannot be concealed.

"There's nothing wrong with the lungs."

The doctor with black-rimmed glasses who was in charge of the examination took off the receiver from his ear, looked up at the X image that appeared on the large screen facing the hospital bed, "but this piece of steel should be removed as soon as possible."

Then, the doctor turned back to the white man, looked at his left ear, and asked, "How is the hearing in the left ear? Duncan?"

"What did you say?!"

The Caucasian man, who had always been a little dull and bored, asked the doctor casually after hearing the doctor's question.

"Interesting." The examining doctor put on a smile on his face and asked again, "Have you had the vaccines I recommend you? Hepatitis A, herpes zoster?"

"All hit."

The slightly tired and deep voice of the white man followed.

"Anything else?" asked the doctor again.

"I also quit smoking."

"Very good, this is a good sign, then you lie down on your side first." The examining doctor greeted and continued to get busy.

Bones, muscles, joints, organs...

The examining doctor wearing black-rimmed glasses finished his work and took off his gloves. The white man on the hospital bed also got dressed, walked to the chair opposite the desk and sat down.

"What are you looking forward to most about retirement?" The doctor took two snacks from the refrigerator, handed one to the white man, and asked with a smile.

"I don't know, everyday life."

The white man called "Duncan" ate something expressionlessly and spoke slowly.

"The most dangerous time for a man is the year of retirement." The man on the other side took a bite of his snack and said pointedly, "They will do some crazy things, your biggest problem is not that I did it for you Exams, I screened you for cancer, heart disease, and the basic human psyche, but sometimes, your disease is in your head."

Duncan, who was eating snacks, raised his head slightly, with a bit of indifference and indifference in his eyes.

"Psychological state after retirement." The doctor wearing black-rimmed glasses glanced at the white man. "It may be fatal."

Duncan still had an indifferent expression, with the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and the fatigue in his eyes, almost anyone could tell at a glance that this man seemed to have lost all enthusiasm for the world.

"Do you remember when you were most passionate last time?" Suddenly, the doctor wearing black-rimmed glasses asked again.

The tall Caucasian man with typical Nordic features slowly put down the snacks he had eaten, his face still had that half-dead expression that seemed indifferent to the world.

It's just that in the deepest part of the eyes, there is finally a slight ripple.

"I met a bald man and got into a fight with him."

"Wow." The black-framed glasses doctor put down the plate in surprise, wiped his mouth, showing a strong look of curiosity, "The bald head who can fight with the black Caesar should be very powerful, and he is still alive ?"

"of course."

The emotion in the eyes of the white man seemed to gradually increase. From the sluggish state just now, the whole person unconsciously straightened his back slightly. Although his expression was recalling the past, his body gradually began to overflow. There was an increasingly dangerous aura.

"That's very powerful... um, killer. It should be said that it is the best I have encountered in the past few decades."

As the white man spoke, he touched his left rib, where there was a scar that had healed extremely hideously, "This is what he left for me, and I suddenly felt that I missed him a little bit."

"Is there such a person?"

The doctor with black-rimmed glasses was quite surprised. He had served him for a long time, so he naturally knew the origin of the white man named Duncan in front of him.

Black Caesar.

Once the top killer in the world, and also the ace killer in the "company" they belonged to, the mission completion rate was almost [-]%.

Never thought that the other party had also encountered an opponent.

"That's a formidable opponent."

A trace of long-lost passion gradually appeared on the white man's face, "His marksmanship is very accurate, and he is also very good in close combat. He has a sense of fighting and a keen intuition... Sigh, I really miss it now."

"I know you are not willing to retire yet, how can Black Caesar retire?!"

The doctor with black-rimmed glasses sitting across from the white man looked at the changes in the white man and started talking with a smile.

"The Black Caesar is a thing of the past."

The white man chuckled, shook his head lightly, reached out and stroked his hair, the gray and white hair ran through his fingers, greasy and messy, as if his life would no longer be as glamorous as it used to be .

"Black Caesar's retirement to a life of everyday leisure makes me feel like a general not on the battlefield but in his sickbed waiting to rot and die."

The doctor with black-rimmed glasses on the opposite side shouted again at this time.

The voice was slightly sharp, with a bit of high-pitched emotion.

Although there is no real ranking in the assassin world, the status of an assassin depends entirely on his past achievements and the power of the organization he belongs to.

But "Black Caesar" is undoubtedly one of the few super killers in the "company" he used to work in that can compete with and compete with such a huge killer organization as the "International Contract Intermediary Agency".

The vast majority of killers hardly have a career that lasts more than one year, and even fewer that can last more than ten years. They can perform hundreds of thousands of missions for decades, and finally grow old peacefully. A killer waiting to retire.

This kind of person is even more edgy, and his experience can already be said to be legendary.

"What do you want to say to me?"

Duncan Vizsla's face had returned to the look of the frustrated retired old man before, and he just stared at the doctor who was talking, and his eyes were questioning and vigilant.

"The company would like to ask if you are interested in taking on a new assignment."

The doctor with the black-rimmed glasses didn't hide any more when he saw this, and said directly, "From my personal suggestion, you should also exercise appropriately. If this continues, I think your retirement life may not have started yet. You just rotted in the mud."

"Ah--"

The corner of Duncan Vizsla's mouth twitched slightly, he stood up from the examination bed, opened the door and walked out of the ward.

"Duncan, are you interested...?" The doctor watched Duncan Vizsla's movements and hurriedly shouted from behind.

Duncan, who walked to the door, suddenly reached out from his jacket pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, and lit one, "It seems that there are some things that are really hard to quit."

"Not only is it difficult to quit."

Seeing Duncan Vizsla's actions, the doctor suddenly laughed excitedly, and continued, "Breaking the rules once in a while can still make people live happily."

(End of this chapter)