The red neon lights light up, Guo Wen sat in the car, staring at the bustling crowd in front of him, and lit a cigarette for himself. He rarely smoked. For a real martial artist, cigarettes and alcohol should not be touched.

Looking at the cigarettes lit in his hand, Guo Wen smiled mockingly, finally opened the car window, threw the cigarettes lit in his hand and a box of newly unpacked China to the beggars on the side of the driving lane, and then started the car. As the neon light turned into a green light for traffic, the beggar who picked up the cigarettes looked at the car shadows that were leaving, and grinned happily.

In the dark room, Gao Jin was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Yue Sheng was guarding the door of the bedroom, his hand was half on the 9mm-caliber Type 92 pistol in the holster. As the guard of the Shanghai Bureau of the Second General Staff Department, he was naturally not an ordinary person, but he still had no confidence in protecting Gao Jin.

Liu Bao, the scout of the 40th Division of the 14th Army during the 14th Army Round War in 1984, killed 76 Vietnamese special forces during the entire Laoshan Battle, of which 49 were killed by bare hands, and was transferred to the Second Division of the General Staff. After that, this is the information about Liu Bao that Yue Sheng knew. In front of such a person, he had no chance of winning. He could only hope that the help Sun Jian found for him could deal with this murder machine during the Vietnam War.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded. Yue Sheng jumped up in an instant, pulled out his pistol, walked to the bedroom and whispered to Gao Jin, "Stay, don't make a sound." After that, the man quietly walked to the living room, leaned against the wall, held the door handle in one hand, and opened it gently. However, before he could move, the muscles in his body were tense, and the cold feeling from his throat made him dare not act rashly.

In the darkness, the pale moonlight through the gaps in the curtains fell on the alloy scalpel, looking extremely solemn. Guo Wen stepped into the living room with one foot, then he looked at the middle-aged man who was restrained by himself, and smiled on his gentle face, "Sun Jian asked me to come, don't be nervous." After saying that, he put away the alloy scalpel, turned on the light in the living room, and allowed the middle-aged man who had recovered his freedom to point the gun at him.

"Is there any proof?" Although it was confirmed that the middle-aged man wearing gold wire-framed glasses in front of him was not hostile, out of habit, Yue Sheng asked, and there was no intention of putting down the gun in his hand.

"Can you call him and ask him?" Guo Wen sat on the sofa as if no one was around under the black gun, casually picked up the pears in the fruit basket on the coffee table, then shook his wrist, and the alloy scalpel appeared out of thin air like a magic show, slowly peeling the fruit peel.

Seeing the alloy scalpel appearing out of thin air in the middle-aged man's hand, Yue Sheng knew that his gun had no effect on him, but he still pointed the gun at him, took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it out, "You fight."

"I admire your professionalism very much, but I don't like being instructed." Guo Wen took the phone and looked up at Yue Sheng, who had never relaxed his guard from the beginning. His eyes became like a blade with a cold chill, and then he bounced up from the sofa like lightning. Almost instantly, Yue Sheng pulled the trigger, and the sound of the 9mm pop-up burst out in the quiet living room at night.

With a "ding" sound, the bullet shot by Yue Sheng turned into two halves, fell on the marble ground and bounced up, making a sarcastic metal sound. Yue Sheng looked at the alloy scalpel that was close to him, and cold sweat burst out from his forehead. At this time, the Type 92 pistol in his hand broke from the trigger, and the smooth front half of the cut fell, sinking like his heart.

"Call him by yourself to ask him?" With a still gentle voice, the alloy scalpel with a cold light disappeared into Guo Wen's hand.

Gao Jin was shocked by the gunshots and stood at the door of the bedroom. His mind was the image of the scene just now, just like a slow motion. He could even see Guo Wen get up, step, and the alloy scalpel slipping out of his wrist split the bullet, then every subtle movement that passed through the gun body and the extremely small amplitude of the muscles throughout the body, and the fluctuations that were difficult to distinguish between the naked eye caused by the vibration of the alloy scalpel in the air.

"You're awake." Guo Wen noticed Gao Jin in an instant. He turned around and saw Gao Jin's eyes. The gaze that seemed to be able to see through everything made him feel the trembling deep in his heart. Gao Jin's body in front of him seemed to be hiding the most terrifying thing.

Guo Wen's voice interrupted the slow-motion image in Gao Jin's mind, "Are you Dr. Guo?" Gao Jin looked at Guo Wen and remembered this kind doctor. Now he realized that the "no-staff" that Sun Jian said to him when he left was him.

When the two were talking, Yue Sheng recovered his emotions. He looked at Guo Wen with inexplicable fear and used a metal scalpel to split the bullet. This kind of thing has exceeded the common sense of ordinary people. Putting down the broken gun in his hand, Yue Sheng picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Doctor Guo, I'm really sorry just now." After confirming Guo Wen's identity from Sun Jian, Yue Sheng looked relieved, and then he handed the phone to Guo Wen.

"Your subordinates are good and very responsible." Listening to Sun Jian's voice on the phone, Guo Wen looked at Yue Sheng and said, "But he stayed, just dragging me back. You should know that ordinary guns are of no use to people like me."

After a while of silence, Sun Jian gave an answer, "I understand." His voice seemed particularly deep on the phone. Guo Wen returned the phone to Yue Sheng. After taking it, Yue Sheng listened to Sun Jian's order, looked at Guo Wen with a complicated expression, closed the phone and left.

"Who are you?" After Yue Sheng left, Gao Jin looked at Guo Wen, who seemed unfathomable. In the past two days, he has experienced things that ordinary people may never encounter in their entire lives.

"As you first saw, I am just a doctor; but I usually practice some martial arts, so the country is being monitored by the state as a dangerous person." In response to Gao Jin's question, Guo Wen said self-deprecatingly, and then added, "Now I have been transferred by the government to protect you."

"Can martial arts split bullets?" Gao Jin frowned as he listened to Guo Wen's explanation of his identity.

"Although the description of martial arts in the novel is exaggerated, it is not all nonsense." Guo Wen and Gao Jin sat down together, "At most, more than 100 people in China can do such things as splitting bullets, but under the dense firepower of the terrain restrictions, we are still as powerless as ordinary people." Speaking of this, Guo Wen's eyes seemed a little helpless.

"Even so, you are still much stronger than ordinary people." Gao Jin believed Guo Wen's words. He had some questions and wanted to ask this doctor who might be able to solve his doubts.

"I know you are afraid of changes in your body." Looking at Gao Jin, who didn't know how to speak, Guo Wen pushed the gold-wired glasses on his nose and then said, "Actually, you don't have to feel that way, it's just an instinctive awakening."

"Instinctive awakening?" Gao Jin's expression became a little confused as he listened to the words that appeared in Guo Wen's mouth.

"A trained soldier can easily defeat an ordinary adult man. Apart from the skill factor, the strength and speed of a well-trained soldier exceeds that of an ordinary adult man. How do you think these exceeding power and speed come from, and where are their source?" Guo Wen raised another question, and then said, "To put it simply, the power and speed hidden in the bodies of a well-trained soldier and an ordinary adult man are actually equal, because this is an innate instinct of human beings, but the two can be used in different degrees."

"Martial arts are to develop their own instincts through exercise and asceticism. Now life makes the human body degenerate." Guo Wen looked at Gao Jin, his eyes unsteadily. "And your current situation is that your body automatically activates instincts." Thinking of the electrocardiogram fluctuations in the ward that night when Gao Jin was injured, his eyes became hot and he suddenly pressed Gao Jin's shoulder, "Do you know? That is the purest biological instinct, which exists only for killing and fighting."

Seeing the gentle doctor suddenly become like a fanatical religious believer looking at him, Gao Jin was not used to it. At this time, Guo Wen seemed to realize his incompetence, and he let go of his hand, "I started learning martial arts with my grandfather and father since I was three years old. It took me a full thirty years to have the ability now, but you, as long as you give me a year, I can make you like me."

"You said that you are being monitored by the country as a dangerous person. I don't want that. I just want to live a peaceful life." Gao Jin looked at Guo Wen and rejected him, his voice low, "I don't want to be very powerful either. I just want freedom and be able to be well with my family. Do you understand?"

"Freedom? Calm?" Guo Wen said coldly, staring at Gao Jin with a sharp gaze, and laughed sarcastically, "When there are eyes around you and your relatives and friends, do you think you can still get peace and freedom?"

"So I can't listen to you, I just want to be my ordinary person." Gao Jin replied after a moment of silence.
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