Early the next morning, in a room in a windmill in the second latitude space.

"Ha! Ha! Oh!"

A young man of about twenty years old wearing black tights was wielding a long red sword with a golden triangle printed on it to hit a giant ax that fell from above. There was a lion's head on the giant axe, which was a product of the devil's world.

At this time, four giant axes flew towards the young man【%￥#@%￥%*】

The young man recited a magic spell silently, then swung his sword, and the giant ax was bounced away by a mysterious force.

The young man is Yi Yu. He should practice this every day to enhance his reaction ability and explosive power.

As for the rehabilitation center treatment hospital on Rizhao Road, this hospital is one of the better hospitals in Shinjuku, but it is not as good as the central hospital. After all, it is a key hospital with very advanced medical technology.

Although it's not as good as over there, the medical expenses here are cheaper and can be reimbursed. So there are more migrant workers here.

There is a single room on the east side of the 6th floor. It has a small bathroom, an LCD TV and wireless Internet. Sitting on a big soft bed is a listless and cute girl with disheveled hair.

Wearing a yellow hospital gown issued by the hospital, and holding a purple stuffed teddy bear in his hand, but not playing with it, this person was none other than Wu Junhai's daughter, named Wu Xueru.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened from the outside, but Wu Xueru, who was sitting on the bed, didn't even look at it. He still looked at the wall in front of him without blinking, where there were bright red flowers painted on it.

, but she graffitied it into black.

Walking in, a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a bit fat, this man was Wu Junhai, but he did not come empty-handed, but instead held a blue flower basket in his hand, with various fruits in it.

These are her favorite foods.

He found that his beloved daughter sitting on the bed had woken up, and he said happily: "Daughter, you're awake!"

Wu Xueru turned her head and glanced after hearing the sound, but did not speak.

Wu Junhai closed the door casually, walked to her bed, put the flower basket on the bedside table, and then took out a photo from his pocket, which was the photo of Ye Chuan himself, and placed it on the bed.

"Look, is it him? Xueru." Wu Junhai pointed at the photo and asked, but Wu Xueru didn't respond.

"Hurry and see if it's true, so dad can send someone to arrest him." Wu Junhai said emotionally.

Wu Xueru did not speak but looked towards the wall. There were several small flowers painted on it, but they were all graffitied in black.

"Hey! What a sin! How did I get into this? Is this God's punishment for me?"

Wu Junhai sighed, then glanced at his daughter, turned around and walked out, closing the door.

Wu Xueru in the room lowered her head, picked up the photo, took a look at it, shook her head, then tore it into pieces, picked up the remote control and clicked on the LCD TV hanging on the wall.

The TV screen then lit up, and the recently popular TV series "Membius" began to play, so I sat there and watched it.

Wu Junhai went out and planned to find a place to smoke a cigarette. After all, this was a non-smoking area, so he walked towards the stairs. He happened to pass by a room and the door happened to be open, so he looked inside.

I found that the room was not big, only a few dozen square meters, but there were many European-style retro solid wood country telephones placed on the long table in the room.

This is used by the hospital to facilitate family members to make calls to the outside world, but each call requires a phone card to make outgoing calls.

And I saw many people talking on the phone, and some even cried.

Someone happened to give up a machine, and then Wu Junhai thought of something and walked over. Then he opened a black cover on the table, took out a telecommunications card from his pocket, put it in and covered it.

The originally dark screen of the telephone returned to its original appearance, with a small red light flashing on it, which was very dazzling. Then I picked up the receiver and put it to my ear.

A woman's voice came out over there, and this voice came from the transfer station.

If you call in advance, you will be transferred to a transfer station first, and then they will transfer you to various regions.

The young lady over there was sitting on a chair. Opposite her was a computer. She said in a soft voice: "Hello, sir. This is transfer station No. 6. We can transfer you to any place.

I wonder where you want to take it?"

"Oh, please transfer my phone number to Director Sun of the Guangming Research Institute in the Hidden Soldier Valley. Thank you." Wu Junhai said.

"You're welcome, this is what we should do, please wait a moment!" The young lady over there said, while looking at the computer, she clicked quickly on the mechanical keyboard, which was very fast.

Then take out a link cable, unplug the end above the illuminated instrument and put it back on.

Then a song came over the phone, and Wu Junhai started listening to it.

The lights of city dawn always have a fading halo

One imitator after another, no one cares about the role

Who do you choose to worship and whom do you choose to hate?

pretending to be enthusiastic

The yoke of pretending to be free

what did you become in the end

Burning gorgeous fireworks

Blooming once is enough, what else can you ask for?

Who am I, unknown person?

It doesn’t matter if you forget anyone

Who hasn’t worked hard to get to the end of his life?

Maybe I'm tired and embarrassed

Maybe I’ll be humble and do nothing in my life

Maybe I can never be your glory

Who am I, unknown person?

It doesn’t matter if you forget anyone

The glory of continuing to chase someone is not accompanied by tears

Maybe I'm tired and embarrassed

Maybe I’ll be humble and do nothing in my life

No one is all born the same. Just call me a nobody.

pretending to be enthusiastic

The yoke of pretending to be free

what did you become in the end

Burning gorgeous fireworks

Blooming once is enough, what else can you ask for?

Who am I, unknown person?

It doesn’t matter if you forget anyone

Who hasn’t worked hard to get to the end of his life?

Maybe I'm tired and embarrassed

Maybe I’ll be humble and do nothing in my life

Maybe I will never be your glorious unknown

Who am I, unknown person?

It doesn’t matter if you forget anyone

Who hasn’t worked hard to get to the end of his life?

Maybe I'm tired and embarrassed

Maybe I’ll be humble and do nothing in my life

Maybe I can never become anyone

Who am I, unknown person?

It doesn’t matter if you forget anyone

The glory of continuing to chase someone is not accompanied by tears

Maybe I'm tired and embarrassed

Maybe I’ll be humble and do nothing in my life

No one is born the same, just call me unknown.

In a large valley, there is a division of soldiers protecting it. They are all composed of high-level special operations soldiers. People think that this is just a training ground. In fact, it is mainly to protect the ordinary factories under the valley.

An ordinary large factory building has three large chimneys that emit smoke from time to time, giving it the appearance of a chemical factory.

The height of the three large chimneys is more than 100 meters, and well-camouflaged advanced detectors are installed at the top, as well as mini radars inside.

It is surrounded by high walls with electrified wire mesh to prevent outsiders from penetrating in. There are also infrared and ultraviolet surveillance cameras all around, so there are no blind spots.

There are two officers wearing black security clothes guarding the iron gate, and there are also five officers patrolling. Although they look ordinary, they are actually special operations team members with high martial arts skills.

The gazes of the two people seemed casual, but there was a hint of vigilance in them, and they exuded a special kind of iron-blooded murderous aura. This murderous aura can only be possessed by one kind of person, that is, a soldier.

And about fifty meters away, on the top of a tall and dense sycamore tree, there was a sniper wearing a jungle field uniform and holding a pistol in his hand, observing this place.
To be continued...