part-time profiler

Soon, Yan Yan knew the reason.

It wasn't Alan who told him, but he overheard, to be precise, overheard a phone call.

One evening before the South American training was about to end, Yan Yan returned to the dormitory with clear water. He pushed open the door and heard Alan's anxious voice: "Anton, Neil is looking for him, you tell brother, he'd better not come This part of South America."

"Yes," Alan said, "I know, I didn't tell Neal...no, I would never betray him."

The phone hangs up.

Yan Yan pushed the door open and entered the room, Alan sat on the wooden bed, looking restless.

"Alan." Yan Yan called him before the other party realized.

Alan stood up suddenly, his face became sharp instantly, his eyes were warning, and he asked in a low voice, "Did you hear my call?"

Yan Yan was a little surprised, Alan's reaction was too big, he shook his head: "No, not at all, I only heard the last few words, do you have an older brother? I also have a younger sister in my family, who is going to university this year and is two years older than you .”

Alan frowned, staring at Yan Yan thoughtfully.

Yan Yan seriously suspected that Alan was thinking about how to kill him.

"Don't do this, okay?" Yan Yan raised his hands: "Everyone has a secret, I will keep it for you, we are teammates."

Alan raised his eyebrows, his eyes seemed to say, who is your teammate.

Yan Yan was not annoyed, and smiled, probably because of Yan Siyi's nonsense, his temper was smoothed out, he was very good at dealing with withdrawn brats like Alan, and he just licked his hair and it was over.

"Simulate a raid at night to rescue the hostages held by the drug lords, gather at eight o'clock, have you had dinner yet?" Yan Yan asked instead, Alan nodded and frowned.

Having been with Alan for a long time, Yan Yan can almost detect his thoughts from the subtle changes in his expression, Yan Yan straightened up: "You don't like the food in the cafeteria?"

"It's not tasty." Alan said matter-of-factly.

Yan Yan laughed loudly: "If you speak so bluntly, the aunts in the cafeteria will be sad. They have worked hard to restrain the idea of ​​adding red pepper to the barbecue."

Alan thought for a while and said, "The red pepper is okay, but the curry is even worse."

Yan Yan stepped forward and put his arms around his shoulders: "Let's go, go out."

Who is the elder brother that Alan was talking about? Alan didn't say, and Yan Yan didn't ask. Everyone has his own little secret, which is an area that cannot be violated. Yan Yan has no interest in inquiring about other people's privacy.

He only hoped that Neil, that big drug lord, would never find this boy again.

However, the first truth of life is that things often don't work out the way we want them to.That night, they rescued the hostages in a group of five. Other groups may have various plans such as double-teaming and sniping, but Yan Yan's group did not, because they had Alan. Alan, who took the usual path, has already entered the abandoned factory.

The students who played guards around the factory were all beaten to death by Alan, and Yan Yan was in pain watching it.

He immediately led the team into the factory, ready to meet Alan.

Then, at this moment, the situation changed.

The instructor's terrified roar sounded in the earphones: "Yan Yan!!! Lead your people to retreat! Retreat immediately, don't enter the factory!!"

"Why?" Yan Yan was puzzled, but the instructor had no time to explain: "No one is allowed to go in, no one is allowed to go in."

"But Alan he..." He's still inside—

"Everyone," the instructor yelled as if anticipating the bomb that was about to explode in the factory, "Get the fuck back! You monkeys turned into dog fucks!!"

There are dangers in the factory, and they are not dangers that these recruits can handle.

Yan Yan hid behind the bunker, through the wooden delivery box, he couldn't see what was in the factory, but Alan was still inside.

He won't leave his teammates behind, no matter the situation.

Yan Yan gritted his teeth and looked at the three teammates behind him: "Retreat first."

His teammates are black, white and even Indian, and their group is a hodgepodge of black, white and yellow.

The black Neo asked him, "What do you do?"

Yan Yan checked the weapons available at hand. The guns were all real guns, M4.16 assault rifle and G. Locke 17, with a total of [-] bullets left. He was wearing body armor, two mad dog knives, and a Put it on your waist, put it in your boots, and wear a protective helmet.

This simulated raid was all real, and at least he had weapons, even if they weren't of the highest quality.

"I'm going to save Alan." Yan Yan looked at Neo, a 20-year-old youth, with a determined expression and bright eyes: "I can't leave him behind."

Neo looks back at Walker, the white man, and Dixie, the Indian.

"All the newcomers here." Walker looked at Yan Yan.

Dixie scratched his curly hair, reached out and patted Yan Yan on the shoulder: "But it doesn't mean we are cowards who abandon our teammates!"

Neo checked his equipment, and he handed the binoculars to Yan Yan: "Captain, give the order."

Some people say that the more difficult and dangerous the situation, the stronger the bond between each other.

At this moment, at least people from different races from all over the world have the same belief in their hearts.They are soldiers and comrades-in-arms. They have the same belief, dignity and pride, and they will never escape.

Before Yan Yan could be moved, he took the binoculars in Neo's hand, and arranged in a low voice: "Dixie and Neo are looking for cover, standing still, waiting for orders at any time, Walker, you are the best marksman, cover me to the high platform of the factory, where you can see clearly inside the factory situation!"

The three of them said in unison: "Got it."

Yan Yan hugged the rifle, bowed his waist, and rushed out of the bunker quickly. At that moment, there was a loud gunshot.Yan Yan rolled on the spot to avoid the gun, and nimbly rushed into the iron box. The two sides of the iron box are connected, and opposite is the rusty iron ladder to the high platform.

Walker covered Yan Yan up the iron ladder. He kicked the camouflage uniform that was following him upside down, and spat: "Damn it, it's really not my own."

It's not the terrorists dressed up by the students, but the outsiders in the factory that even the instructors are afraid of!

Walker jumped up, drew the short knife and plunged it into his neck, killing him with one blow.

After solving one, Walker took off the opponent's weapon, turned around and followed Yan Yan to rush up the iron ladder.

Soon, camouflage uniforms gathered under the iron ladder. Without thinking about it, Walker raised the shotgun he picked up and fired at the three camouflage uniforms downstairs.

"Yan!" Walker yelled, and the opponent's firepower increased.

Yan Yan was almost shot, and the two fell down on the iron ladder at the same time, climbing up against the hail of bullets.

It is really not a wise choice to go high, and it is easy to be detected by the enemy.

But at that moment, both of them fought fiercely in their hearts, and they vowed not to give up until they achieved their goals.

Walker spat: "Damn it!" He only had two grenades in total, and if the opponent engaged in crowd tactics, they would never be able to escape.

Yan Yan climbed to the landing of the stairs, from where he could see the situation inside the factory through the window.

Without hesitation, Yan Yan took out the binoculars, lay down on the iron ladder and looked inward.

He saw Alan!

The little man from Southeast Asia was surrounded by a camouflage uniform with live ammunition. He was tied to a post with his head hanging down. There was a pool of blood under his feet. He was injured and bleeding.

Yan Yan's heart clenched, and then he saw a scene that he will never forget.

The chubby bearded Neil was holding an iron whip full of barbs in his hand. He swung the whip and slammed it into the young man's thin body. The iron whip swung into the air, throwing out a string of blood beads.

Yan Yan wanted to rush down and slaughtered Neil's fat pig with one knife.

They repeatedly asked Alan where G was, but Alan never answered.

Neil grabbed Alan's face and winked at his men, who planned to rape him.

Yan Yan gritted his teeth, held the M4.16 in his arms for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "Dixie, Neo, you have a bunker at ten o'clock to the west of the factory, enter from there, don't worry about anything else, Aim directly at the fat pig."

"Walker, throw a grenade to attract their attention, and find a cover for yourself, can you?"

Walker gasped fiercely: "No problem! What about you?"

Yan Yan watched them tear off Alan's clothes, but Alan didn't even resist, he seemed to plan to bear it silently, just to...not betray his brother.

"I broke in through the window on the high platform, Walker, let go of the grenade!"

Following his order, the grenade exploded in the crowd, and the moment the smoke erupted, Yan Yan volleyed over the guardrail, jumped off the iron ladder, and quickly rushed into the factory with the force of lightning.

The group of perpetrators stopped moving because of the sudden movement, and they picked up the guns thrown on the ground one after another.

Yan Yan glanced at Alan from a distance, and quickly estimated the distance. He hid behind the oil barrel and panted heavily.

Alan, Yan Yan prayed in his heart that nothing will happen to you.

Yan Yan's mobile shooting performance has always been excellent, with a 100% hit on the mobile target. During his escape, he held a rifle and aimed at the bastards beside Alan.

Neil's assistant fell down, blood sprayed all over his face, and the bearded Neil was furious: "You can't even handle a few bastards!"

Alan raised his head and looked at the iron bridge on the second floor from a distance. Yan Yan was hanging on an iron chain. He hugged the hook, as if a god descended, jumped down in the air, and with the help of the chain's swinging inertia, he kicked the last one beside Alan. A mercenary with his pants up.

Indoors, no one dared to shoot wildly, God knows if the gun would bounce and hit themselves.

At the same time, Dixie and Neo had rushed in, armed with short knives, and killed the two closest camouflage uniforms.

Yan Yan stood in front of Alan and glared at Neil fiercely.

Those eyes made even the drug lords who have seen the big wind and waves feel intimidated. They were eyes that had seen blood.

Before they had time to take off Alan's underwear, Yan Yan was in a lingering fear. If it was a step later, he couldn't imagine it.

"Yan Yan..." Alan behind him said weakly, "Be careful..."

In an instant, the sniper's bullet pierced through the window. It was an armor-piercing bullet, which could shatter his body armor in minutes!

Alan rushed forward, the bullet grazed his arm and smashed hard into the concrete floor, a series of serial explosions exploded beside his ears.

Yan Yan took advantage of the situation and hugged him back, the two rolled around on the spot, and rolled into the barrel together.

Yan Yan pressed him under him, anxious and angry, ashamed and red-faced: "Why don't you resist! What the hell are you doing?!"

Alan grinned, but his amber eyes were dim. Yan Yan hugged him and noticed that he was shaking slightly.

If it's any later, the guys will...

Surrounded by a dozen bastards who are about to commit violence, it is impossible not to leave a psychological shadow.

Yan Yan's heart softened at once, and he grabbed his hand, which was covered in blood, only to realize that Alan had peeled off a layer of skin in order to break free from the handcuffs and rushed to save him.

Under the skin and flesh are bones.

The heart-piercing pain seemed to fall on Yan Yan himself, his eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Alan, I will definitely kill him."

If anyone hurts you, I will make him pay with his life.

Alan lowered his eyes and shook his head. He was fed by the group, and his hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't move.

Yan Yan lowered his eyes and saw the backhand knife he always carried with him, the handle was inlaid with an obsidian.

"Knife, can you lend me it?" Yan Yan looked into his eyes, Alan froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Dixie, come and meet Alan." Yan Yan stood up, and after stepping out of the barrel, the bullets pouring down like a rainstorm rushed towards him densely.

Like a vigorous beast, Yan Yan broke through the encirclement with a fierce and fierce posture.

He turned over and jumped up the stairs, kicking the pursuers with one kick, and slicing the other hand's throat with a knife with his backhand, blood poured down like a rainstorm.

A swamp of blood, a torrent of bones, a time that is about to be forgotten.

Neil was shocked, Yan Yan was red-eyed, as if he was in the land of no one, Neil didn't expect that Asian man would be so good at fighting, he retreated quickly under the cover of mercenaries, but he withdrew from the factory, Yan Yan still Hot on the heels.

Neil encountered a trap during the retreat, and the mercenaries protecting him yelled: "There are mines! There are mines!"

Alan's so-called elder brother finally sent someone to rescue him.

Neil encountered the greatest crisis in his life, and he only regrets that he didn't bring more people.

Now there is Yan Yan in the back, and G in the front, it is hard to get off the tiger.

Deep in the rain forest, G's mercenary army poured out.

Neil hid in the swamp like a street mouse, begging for a way out from the God he never believed in.

Yan Yan was seriously injured, and his strong willpower supported him to search for Neil everywhere. His eyes almost turned blood red, and everything in front of him turned a terrible red.

Walker, Dixie and Neo were all badly injured.

Alan got up from the ground, picked up a pair of pants casually, and limped towards the depths of the rainforest, chasing Yan Yan who didn't think about killing anyone.

Yan Yan can't pass, Alan knows that once he enters his brother's hunting area, he won't let him go!

Alan finally caught up with Yan Yan, who was by the swamp, and he smelled Neil's disgusting breath.

"Yan Yan!" Alan shouted, "Come back!"

Perhaps it was the familiar voice that brought him back to his senses. Yan Yan was holding a knife in his backhand, covered in blood. He turned his head slowly, and Alan walked towards him step by step, dragging his heavy body.

In the rainforest, beside the abandoned ruins, they slowly walked towards each other.

Yan Yan finally couldn't hold it anymore, bent his legs, and knelt down on the ground. He lowered his head, like a robot that had run out of power, staring numbly at the ground.

Alan tremblingly raised his bloody, torn hands, and hugged him: "Don't go, Yan Yan, don't go..."

In the hunting area, there was one after another howling and screaming, like the piercing sound of magic. Neil's mercenaries were brutally slaughtered.

That day, except for Neil, everyone he took with him died.

Faced with gunpowder smoke, blood and fear, Yan Yan looked up at Alan, and he saw his crazy self reflected in those eyes, embarrassed, ugly and evil.

Deep in the shadows of the trees, a blond man emerged from the smoke, looking at Alan from a distance.

Alan looked up and looked at him from afar.

"I should go," he turned his head and said to Yan Yan, "we should say goodbye."

Yan Yan's face was full of surprise, he noticed the gaze behind him, turned his head suddenly, and then saw the blond man in a windbreaker, with a handsome face, his hands in his pockets, a smile on his lips, looking at Alan tenderly.

"He is..." Yan Yan opened his mouth and lost his voice.

"My brother." Alan said softly.

"Where are you going?" Yan Yan grabbed his arm.

"I don't know." Alan was at a loss, "Probably... back to Southeast Asia."

Yan Yan's tears fell uncontrollably, Alan was a little surprised, he wanted to wipe away his tears, but his hands were covered with blood.

Yan Yan hugged him with a hoarse voice: "I failed to kill Neil...I'm sorry."

Alan comforted softly: "It's okay, he's not important."

"He hurt you." Yan Yan gritted his teeth, sucked his nose, choked up for a long time, "Alan, I don't know what will happen in the future, but at least now, at this moment—"

"I love you to the core of my bones."

When you are young, you are most likely to have a heartbeat. Some heartbeats are just passing by, and some heartbeats are lingering for a lifetime.

Alan froze.

"Neil, if you see him again, I will definitely kill him for you." Yan Yan clenched the backhand knife tightly and swore in a low voice.

"You forgot the best." Alan's voice was dry.

In the rainforest, the damp wind messed up his hair, Yan Yan pressed the back of his head hard, the blue hair scattered between his fingers, and the hot kiss fell down.

Alan quietly let him ravage between his lips.

For a long time, Yan Yan didn't let go until the second before he suffocated.

Alan touched his mouth, it hurt a little, he stood up, and walked towards the blond man who had been watching them quietly.

"Brother." Alan walked in front of him, and the other party handed him a blue capsule: "I don't want him to remember."

Alan hesitated: "But...he's just an insignificant person."

"But he alone can scare away Neil's mercenary squad." The blond man said softly, "Alan, he shouldn't remember me, nor should he remember you."

Alan reached out, twisted the capsule from the palm of the blond man, and turned back to Yan Yan.

Yan Yan knelt there all the time, with his head down.

In the short [-] meters, Alan seemed to have walked as long as a lifetime.

He handed the capsule to Yan Yan: "Eat it."

Yan Yan looked at him.

Alan suddenly asked solemnly, "Will you forget me?"

Yan Yan was sure: "No, what about you?" He asked back.

Alan smiled: "No."

Yan Yan swallowed the capsule, and Alan stood up.

"Are you leaving?" Yan Yan looked at him.

"Hmm." He nodded.

"...bye, Alan."

"Goodbye, Yan Yan."

Eight years later, in a major cross-border joint operation against the drug lord Neil, Yan Yan personally put a bullet into his body and killed Neil.