I haven't been a big brother for many years

The salty sea water stuck to his body, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was that the woman in front of him was firmly grasping his wrist and never letting go.She seemed determined to make him change his mind and stop doing stupid things.

Ryan sighed. He didn't know where this righteous and brave man came from. He had just confirmed that there was no one in the port.It's like this woman with red hair soaking wet just popped out of nowhere.

"Let go of me, I won't do stupid things like that again." His reason returned, and the dark emotions overflowing in his heart were suppressed by him little by little.He still cherishes the life saved by bat, if not for bat's help, he would have died in the hands of the puppeteer long ago.

Ryan touched his forehead, and the warm touch made him simply let go of his mind, sit quietly on the beach without thinking about anything.

He has no ability to change what has happened, the only thing he can do is accept it.

"That's good." Meera showed a satisfied smile, but she inadvertently showed a sense of curiosity. She couldn't figure out what a young boy should be favored by the red light ring.But of course she was not stupid enough to ask what the teenager in front of her had been through.

Not to mention how impolite such behavior is, but out of pity, she will not touch a child's wound.

Of course, she didn't believe the child's words, and she didn't persuade him anything. She didn't think such a big child would walk out of the shadows on his own.They need companionship, or something else to keep them going.

So she brought the topic to a question that both of them should pay attention to at this time: "The red light ring chose you, but how did you take it off?"

"Red light ring?" Ryan looked at the woman in front of him with some doubts, and took out the silver and red ring that he threw into his pocket: "This is what you mean? I just took it off... A little confusion was revealed in his bright red eyes, he didn't understand why the woman who called herself Mera asked such a question.

Mera looked at the red light ring in front of her and nodded: "That's right, it's this ring." But her expression at this time was a bit subtle: "Just take it off like that? You mean it's like picking off an ordinary ring?" Is it like this?" Her slender thumb and forefinger grasped the fingers of her left hand, making a movement of picking off the ring.

Lane nodded.It's just that his eyes were dyed a little bit like looking at a fool.

Mera choked, and immediately retorted: "It's impossible. The energy of the red light ring will replace human blood with viscous gasoline. This energy can burn everything in the world. The ring will replace It has the function of the heart, so the wearer of the red light ring cannot remove the ring by himself, and must cooperate with the blue light ring to remove the ring."

"Could it be that you are..." An unlikely guess suddenly flashed in her mind: "Are you also the wearer of the blue light ring?"

Ryan shook his head. He didn't know what a blue light ring was, and today was the first time he had come into contact with this incredible supernatural phenomenon.However, he was also very concerned about Mera's introduction to the red light ring: "If you take off the ring, you will die? But I didn't..."

He frowned, and raised his palm to examine it carefully.His fingers were slender and fair, with some tiny gun calluses.Except for the difference in skin color, he didn't feel that he was any different.But the fact is that he did take off the red light ring without knowing it, but he didn't die immediately.

Mera shook her head, indicating that she didn't know what was going on: "It's true that I haven't encountered this kind of situation before, maybe it's because you've worn the ring for too short a time? The red light ring hasn't completely replaced your heart. Function?" She guessed subconsciously, and now she can only give such an explanation.

Ryan nodded, and tentatively agreed with Mera's statement: "I want to ask about those anger... Before my reason returned, I was always dominated by those huge emotions. Is that also the influence of the red light ring?"

Mera nodded: "That's right, anger is the energy source of the red light ring, but..." She turned her head and looked up and down at the child sitting beside her blowing the cold wind, showing a sly smile: " Do you have a girl you like?"

Ryan was taken aback: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Meera rubbed Ryan's still wet hair: "Because love is the opposite of anger, and the effect on anger is almost fatal."

love?

Ryan lowered his eyes, looked at the red and silver ring on his hand, and fell into a long silence.

Mera also suddenly realized that she seemed to have said something wrong. She raised her head and looked at the sky of Gotham quietly.

In the past, it was covered by dark clouds, but now it seemed that a small hole had been torn open in the dark sky. The starlight in the sky was revealed from the only exit, pouring on the sea.Only a small area on the sea surface was illuminated, with white foam rolling, but against the starlight, there was a blue halo.

The cobalt blue undulates on the calm sea, just like those eyes.

Ryan was taken aback, and looked towards the sea again, but the small opening was covered by moving dark clouds, and his vision returned to darkness.

"Thank you, Meera." Ryan stood up from the beach, patted all the fine brown sand on his hands, and bid farewell to Meera: "It's a pity that I can't appreciate the beauty of the sun, but fortunately, the moon and stars are beautiful enough. "

Mera shook her head, indicating that he didn't need to thank herself, she was just doing it to satisfy her curiosity.

Meera smiled. "Good luck."

Ryan nodded, and he handed out the ring to Mera: "I know this kind of request is too abrupt, but can you do me a favor?"

It was raining heavily in Gotham, and everything outside the glass window became blurred, and the rain streaked across the glass and dripped down.

Gotham's rain seems black, tainted by the city's sins as it falls from the sky.

Selina boredly reads the stolen newspaper, the headline reads "Upper West Side building disappears out of thin air!" "She has long been disdainful of such overly exaggerated news reports.Just as he was about to throw the newspaper away, the attic door rang.

The knock on the door was soft and polite, not the hot-tempered James Gordon.She got up from the battered couch, guessing it was either Bruce Wayne or Lane Black.Of course, she expected the former more.Since she had already failed to confess to Ryan, she honestly didn't really want to see him.

Selina took a dagger just in case, and she opened the door in front of her that could actually be kicked open with one kick.

Ryan's signature wet, silver-white hair appeared in front of her. He was still knocking on the door, and his crimson eyes looked at her without blinking.

Selina looked up, thinking inappropriately that he seemed to have grown taller again.

"Selina." Selina heard his voice hoarse. He probably had been drenched in the rain for a long time.

"I'm leaving Gotham." He had already bought a ticket to New York tonight.

"Ryan?" Selina's pupils shrank, not understanding why he was leaving so soon.But it's good to go, leaving Gotham is a relief for Ryan.

"There's always someone around you that we can't see, right?" She asked suddenly.

Ryan froze and nodded.Selina found out when she found out, anyway, bat is no longer there.He even gave up on himself a little.

"Thank you for taking care of me before, Selina, goodbye." He nodded and turned to leave.

"Lian." Selina hugged Ryan from behind. His body was so cold that she almost shivered, but she still hugged him for a long time.

"Never come back again," she heard herself say.

half year later

U.S. Garrison in Afghanistan

"These are the soldiers who came this time. It seems that everyone's training has been very effective." Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes glanced at the soldiers lined up in front of him with satisfaction: "But training needs to be strengthened."

Major Slade Wilson nodded in agreement, his eyes rested on the white-haired boy with an obviously abnormal complexion standing aside, and he frowned slightly.

The boy's face looked childish, but his height was not low at all, about six feet.The muscles on his body wrapped in the military uniform are smooth, and he guessed that his weight may be around 180 pounds.As a soldier, it is considered to be very good physical fitness, but these did not make him relax his frowning eyebrows at all: the characteristics of his albinism were too obvious. Although the army did not mean to discriminate against albinos, in modern warfare In , such obvious features are easy targets.

Ryan caught his gaze and blinked quietly.

The man standing in front of him and looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze was tall, he thought about six feet four inches, and looked like a traditionally large American soldier.

Ryan met his eyes, the scarlet pupils were calm.

very good.Wilson was a little satisfied. He knew that with such eyes, he was like a beast in the jungle.He liked such bloody soldiers, he did not show any doubts, and followed Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes to the next soldier.After all, no matter how easy it is to become a target, it is the soldier's own choice, and he has no right to interfere.

However, in order to save his life more likely, Wilson looked back at the boy who was standing upright, maybe he could teach the boy some fighting skills he learned from the private guerrillas.

After all, he also lied about his age to enter the U.S. Army at the age of 16, and he did not doubt his own vision, that child was not an adult at all.He glanced at the file in his hand calmly, his eyes resting on the name Jordan Rendon.

One month later

"You've been training for a long time, do you want to take a break?" Eric raised the water bottle and handed it to the tightly wrapped white-haired boy.

The major selected a few of the newly sent soldiers to train in person. He and the young man in front of him didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but they were the ones who had been trained hard.

However, Eric lifted the hem of his black close-fitting T-shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The albino boy's skills were obviously much better than they imagined.

This made everyone who had disdained him because of his female-like face and albino symptoms, and even faintly began to isolate him feel a little complicated.

Major Wilson also seemed to like him very much, and he was given an astounding number of training items every day.

Ryan, whose yellow-green military uniform was almost drenched in sweat, stopped and looked up at the black man in front of him who was not a few years older than him.

He was a little surprised that this man who always sat in the corner like him would choose to talk to him, but he didn't refuse his kindness, and took a sip from the kettle.Drops of water slid down the neck that was too fair, and flowed through the metallic ball hanging around the neck, and the part that fell into the collar and disappeared.

Eric raised his eyebrows. If it wasn't for his exaggerated strength and Adam's apple, he would almost have thought that Jordan was a woman disguised as a man and joined the army just by looking at his overly delicate appearance.

He quickly shook his weird thoughts out of his head, took the water bottle handed back by Ryan, and introduced himself: "I'm Eric Stevens, from California."

He didn't bother to introduce himself as an MIT grad, nor did he say he was transferred here from the Navy SEALs.Those resumes that are worth showing off in the eyes of others are not worth mentioning in his eyes.

All he wanted was to return to Wakanda for revenge.

Ryan nodded, and stretched out his hand to pull down the hat on his head. The sunlight in the Afghan base was still a bit too strong, and his eyes were always a little uncomfortable: "Jordan Rendon, New York." He also didn't want to introduce in depth Thoughts, he just replied politely, and he returned to training.

Slade Wilson gave him too many training items, so much that he had almost no meal time, and his sleep time was compressed as much as possible to complete the task.

But at the same time, he could indeed feel that Wilson's training was much better than that of the officers in New York, and he could indeed feel his progress little by little.

Eric was a little helpless. When he was in the SEALs, he was probably the hardest working in the entire team.But as soon as he came here, he was almost robbed of the title by this boy who may have just grown up: "You won't find out even if you are lazy. But your body will definitely not be able to bear it like this." Jordan's training program is really too There are too many, and there is almost no firearms training that everyone has, most of them are melee training.

Eric's character is not a nosy character, he just simply feels that he has met a similar person and wants to persuade him.

In those scarlet eyes, he never saw a trace of youthful vitality, only lifeless darkness.

"The enemy will find out." Ryan ignored his earnest teachings and was doing a set of one-handed push-ups.Sweat dripped down the sleeves and gradually formed small puddles on the ground.

"That's right." Major Slade Wilson, who didn't know when he suddenly appeared on the training ground, suddenly said, and he watched Ryan's continuous movements with satisfaction.

In fact, in this small team gathered from all over the place, his favorite is the two who are still on the training ground at lunchtime in front of him. They are very talented and work very hard.

He was six months away from undergoing a secret military experiment, and before that, he was confident that he would be able to teach Jordan Rendon everything he had learned.

Because this kid who he was a little bit dissatisfied with at the beginning is really too smart, his talent in firearms is unparalleled, and almost no one in the army can compare with him in marksmanship.Only melee ability is his shortcoming, but soon, he will become a perfect war machine.

Wilson passed Eric, strode to Ryan, knelt down and handed a small bottle to Ryan: "I got these from the military doctor, it can slightly relieve the sting of your eyes after being in the sun for too long."

Ryan stopped, took the small bottle, and nodded politely: "Thank you, sir, for your trouble." After being exposed to the sun for too long, his body still can't adapt.

Eric stood stiffly aside, waiting for Wilson's "death execution."

Even though what he just said was well-intentioned, he was still suggesting that Jordan should be lazy.At this moment, he even had some doubts that Jordan had seen the major behind him long ago, and deliberately refused like this.

Wilson didn't care about Eric's proposal just now, and he also knew that the scorching sun and the weather were not friendly to Jordan.If it wasn't for the name of letting Jordan adapt to the scorching sun, he even wanted to apply for indoor training for Jordan.

But of course that is impossible, unless the deal between Stark Industries and the military does not charge money this time, the military will have spare money to spend to build some kind of indoor training place.

Wilson sighed, and pulled Ryan up from the ground: "Come on, let me see the results of your training." As he spoke, he picked up the training stick and crossed it across his chest.

He seems to be better at and likes to use long sticks than guns and other knives, Ryan thought, pulling out a narrow wooden knife, and went up to him.

Jordan's movement with the knife was still a little rusty, and Eric could see his incoordination at a glance.

Thinking about it, the immature face and the little habits revealed inadvertently made him feel that he came from the Upper East Side of Manhattan, although he didn't know what he had experienced to come here.But it is still impossible for him to have a deep creation in terms of swords.

Sure enough, Wilson parried his attack almost effortlessly, and knocked down the wooden sword in his hand with his backhand.

"It's much better than before, but there are still many things to pay attention to." Wilson didn't put down the long stick, but the long stick lightly tapped his wrist just hit by himself: "In close combat, you must Pay attention to protecting your wrists. In many cases, it is not the wrists that exert force, but the arms or shoulders drive the arms to exert force. This will save a lot of effort and increase the strength."

Ryan rubbed his wrists, lowered his head and nodded obediently, his strength was still a bit weaker than Wilson's.

"Come again." Wilson motioned him to pick up the narrow knife.

This time, even Eric, who was watching from the sidelines, could see how fast Jordan was improving.

His movements were almost the same as Wilson's before. Jordan first used some ingenuity to push away Wilson's attack, and then quickly slashed on Wilson's side with a knife. Of course, Wilson blocked it with a long stick, but it was still countable. The above is a very threatening attack.

There was some satisfaction in Wilson's eyes, and he stopped: "Yes, you can also try not to block my moves, but to avoid them. When the enemy attacks, they often can't stop their movements due to inertia. You can take advantage of them Attack at this time. But the thing to pay attention to is to grasp the timing."

The two of you came and went like this for a noon and an afternoon of training under the scorching sun. When Ryan also knocked off the long stick in Wilson's left hand with a knife, Wilson finally smiled: "Very good."

Jordan belongs to the kind of student who has mastered skills in actual combat. He is very talented in these attacks, and every attack is to hit the weak point as much as possible.Wilson thought he might have taken some courses in medicine or human anatomy, which would be useful on the battlefield.But what made him feel even more gratified was that when Jordan faced the enemy, he would not rely on his body's intuition to fight indiscriminately. Every move he made was made after careful observation and thinking.

Such soldiers who still have time to use their brains on the battlefield are rare.

I don’t know when the soldiers in the circle applauded in unison. Major Wilson has always beaten others to the point where they can’t fight back. Even though this was just a teaching-style fight, Jordan was able to contain Wilson for a moment. Very good.

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes did not know when he appeared on the training ground. The stone he had been holding in his throat recently was finally put back in his stomach.He pulled Wilson over and said in a low voice: "After this, give them another month and they should be able to go to the battlefield, right? I'll give them a logistical task, but they still need a means to save their lives when they are attacked. "

Wilson smiled, his lieutenant colonel was always a little too kind: "Of course, he is good enough."

"I don't mean him alone. Jordan's firearms skills are obvious to all. There is no problem with self-protection, but he is still too young. I don't plan to let him go to the battlefield." Rhodes obviously pays more attention to humanitarianism than Wilson. Obviously, a child who has just grown up on his resume will not be allowed to enter a cruel battlefield.

"Others can probably do it for a month." Although Wilson had some dissatisfaction with the lieutenant colonel, he didn't want to say it.After all, Jordan's age and physique are indeed issues worthy of attention: "Eric Stevens is also very hardworking, maybe you can focus on training him."

Rhodes nodded.

Almost all the soldiers on the other side cheered. That was the big devil Wilson. The inhumane Wilson was knocked out of his weapon.Of course they knew that the teaching instruction was mixed with some water, but no one had ever benefited from him.

They almost surrounded Ryan. Some time ago, many people sneered at his firearms achievements, and only taunted him with his melee ability.

But now almost everyone chooses to cheer for him. They are like the students who just overthrew the evil principal's rule and held the Christmas ball freely. No matter how many conflicts they have with each other, they will still choose Unanimously external.

Eric managed to squeeze into the innermost layer. Without hesitation, he raised the long stick in his hand and pointed at Ryan who was standing in the center of the crowd.His eyes were full of fighting intent: "Fight with me, Jordan Rendon." He had been standing on the sidelines watching the battle, and now that Wilson was gone, he was eager to try.

He wanted to have a passionate duel with Jordan, enough to make him temporarily forget the pain of revenge.

What's more, he never felt that he was weaker than Jordan, even though he had witnessed Jordan's amazing talent with his own eyes.

Ryan turned his head to look at him quietly, and his scarlet eyes were full of fighting spirit at the moment.Such a hearty melee competition made his whole body boil, and it is even more desirable for someone to ask him to fight at this moment.

But just as he was about to answer, his body shook uncontrollably.

"Jordan?" Eric, who was closest to him, was taken aback, and subconsciously hugged Ryan. The temperature of his tentacles was frighteningly high, and he couldn't help raising his voice.

Wilson, who hadn't gone far, ran back quickly and squeezed into the panicked crowd.He put one hand on Ryan's forehead and frowned: "It's been too long in the sun, he's a little dehydrated." He called the medical soldiers to bring over the stretcher, and shouted impatiently at the soldiers around him: "What are you looking at?" ? Hurry up and go back to training!"

He looked so much like a Hollywood actor who plays bad guys, and the soldiers ran away in fright.In an instant, there were only a few people left in the huge training ground.

Eric hugged Ryan, a little worried about his condition.He said earlier that that kind of training method is simply squeezing his body, and his body can't sustain it at all: "Major, his training volume..."

Wilson rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and he interrupted Eric impatiently: "The list I gave is to strengthen his physical strength in a short time."

Ryan nodded, moving his body with difficulty, trying to break free from Eric's arms: "I'm fine, just go back and take a rest."

Wilson's anger was instantly ignited, and he glared at him viciously: "Boy, do you only eat breakfast every day? If it weren't for your face, how could I say that you lost strength because of dehydration? US Army soldiers lose strength because of hunger ? Ha, say it without making others laugh out loud."

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes also came over at this time, checking Ryan's situation with some concern.

"Are you hungry?" Eric was also a little helpless, and he only reacted after Wilson's reminder.These days he is always subconsciously chasing the figure of this white-haired kid. He really works hard, so hard that he always trains during lunch and dinner time. It seems that Wilson is right, he really only eats breakfast a day... What's more, Eric lowered his head to look at Ryan's symptoms. His already pale face was even paler now, even pale.There was also a thin layer of sweat on the forehead.

How could such a condition be dehydration?Instead, it was like: "Stomach pain?" Eric asked in surprise.

Lane put his arms over his face, so embarrassed.The first time he was scolded by the major was because he didn't eat.

Wilson nodded grimly.

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes commanded two medical soldiers who ran over to carry the stretcher: "Send him to the infirmary to put on an IV, and then Eric will come back for training."

Eric received the order to help the military doctor carry Ryan onto the stretcher.

Wilson suddenly asked: "In the future, you can help watch him eat. If this kid dares to commit a crime once, there will definitely be a second time."

Eric froze for a moment, then nodded.

When he ran to the infirmary with the stretcher, he was still in a daze, not knowing how he changed from being a competitor to a nanny.

Rhodes had a helpless smile on his face: "This kid, really..."

Wilson snorted softly, and said, "It's the first time I've put myself in the infirmary before going to the battlefield."

But his eyes were full of smiles.

eight months later

"Jordan, it's time for you to eat." Eric, who had just shot an enemy in the last second, wiped the blood on his face, raised his arm to check the time on his hand, and reminded the snipers around him that it was twelve o'clock Whole, not more than a second.

"How do I eat now?" Ryan looked up helplessly, looking at Eric who was next to him with the title of "Murderer".I really didn't know that people could have such a terrifying contrast.

The "Murderer" nanny skillfully took out the compressed biscuits from the carry-on bag and handed them to Ryan, jumped out of the trench again, and tore the enemy to pieces with guns and daggers: "I'll come back to check in half an hour."

The other teammates in the trench couldn't suppress their laughter, and frantically pinched their own necks to prevent themselves from making a sound, so that Eric, who heard it, would come back and beat him half to death.

Ryan looked at the compressed biscuits that were still warm in his hands, and at the terrorists who were still rushing up in the magnifying glass, and finally tore open the packaging bag helplessly, and took a few symbolic bites.

Thanks to his big heart, he won't spit out the biscuit he just ate when he sees the flesh and blood when aiming.

He secretly recorded Eric's account in a small notebook, and planned to go back and fight Eric again.

Wilson disappeared one day, and now there is no one in the entire barracks who could beat him.

Speaking of Wilson, Ryan frowned and took a bite of the tasteless compressed biscuit. Recently, he always heard some soldiers talking about "battlefield legends". A mercenary called "Death Knell" caught his attention.The details they described were very similar to Wilson. He didn't know why Slade Wilson would give up being a lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Army and become a mercenary (of course, that might just be his own guess rather than fact), But no matter what choice Wilson made, he has no way to interfere, and he is not qualified.

Colonel Rhodes, yes, he's a colonel now.Recently, they are negotiating a deal with Stark Industries, and it sounds like the military is about to reach an agreement with Stark on this deal.Since Wilson left, Rhodes always came to deliver some milk to him when he had some time... and chat with him about something that can't be called confidential.

Maybe he saw that he was young and had an expressionless face all day long.Want to give yourself some psychological counseling?Ryan half-closed his scarlet eyes, pulled the trigger, and the bullet was accurately inserted into the head of the enemy hiding behind the building in the distance.

As for Eric, the black dreadlocked figure who refuses to put on the helmet appeared in the camera again, he has gone crazy.

Someone in the army always said that he treated the battlefield as an RPG game and killed people like hemp.People have now forgotten his last name and call him "Eric Killmonger," as if he had been haunted by a nameless rage.

Ryan sighed, he was also going crazy, thinking every day whether he would die on the battlefield today.In that way, he can fulfill bat's last wish and finally be free.

But his teammates die every day on the battlefield, but it seems that it will never be his turn.

The compressed biscuits in his mouth had lost their taste, as if they were chewing wax.Ryan swallowed them with difficulty, numbly repeating the actions of aiming and shooting.

The soldiers who came back from the battlefield looked extremely exhausted. Ryan helped Eric into the temporary tent, but found that Colonel Rhodes was already sitting inside, looking like he was waiting for them.

"Colonel?" Lane looked at him in surprise.

Rhodes looked at Ryan, then at Eric, who was about to fall asleep, and motioned for Ryan to follow him out.

Ryan obediently followed him to the outside of the tent: "Colonel, what happened?" Rhodes came to him frequently, but every time he was in the dormitory of the military region, not outside the battlefield. Temporary tent.It was the first time the colonel had come here to look for him.

"I applied to my superiors to transfer you to be my guard. I have been thinking about it for a long time, Jordan, since Wilson left." He shook his head: "I still don't want a child who is not yet an adult to die like this. on the battlefield."

Ryan has always known that James Rhodes is very decent, and maybe every person named James in the United States has a heart of justice."When did you find out?" asked Ryan, who was a few days shy of his 17th birthday, not considered an adult in most states.

Rhodes rubbed his metal-colored hair: "Everyone knew about this from the beginning, do you still remember how everyone rejected you at the beginning? They just hope that you, a little boy, can get to know the army and the battlefield as soon as possible. I hope you leave the army as soon as possible. The army is not a place for children to play games."

"But you insist on not leaving." Rhodes looked at the young man with a hint of imperceptible pride: "Wilson also concealed his age when he joined the army, but he was 16 years old with a beard and looked like he was 30." Year-old uncle." His tone was slightly complaining, but Ryan knew he liked his ex-partner.

Rhodes continued: "If Wilson is still here, he will definitely be proud of you."

He changed the subject and suddenly became tough: "You have only two choices now. One is to stay on the battlefield. I will report to your superiors that you are under the legal age. The other is to go back with me." This idea actually Not by him, but by Jordan's comrades in the army.Some of them are old enough to be Jordan's father. They really don't want to see such a child running around on the battlefield and finally lose their own lives. They jointly put forward such opinions to him, hoping that Rhodes will bring Jordan to a little somewhere safer.

Of course, don't go too far.They can also go back to tease this little facial paralysis from time to time.

Ryan looked into his eyes quietly, and he promised bat to stay in the army, even if he could only choose to escape and be comfortable now.

"I'll go back with you, Colonel." Ryan narrowed his eyes and glanced across the tent inadvertently.

Rhodes rubbed his hair again with satisfaction. Even though it was cruel to separate Jordan from his only friend Eric in the army, he believed that everyone in the army was for Jordan's good: "Go and your Farewell, comrades-in-arms, we will leave immediately."

Ryan nodded obediently, and re-entered the tent.

Eric closed his eyes, but sat on the bed.The tent had no sound insulation effect at all, and he could clearly hear the conversation between Jordan and Rhodes.

"I'm from Wakanda." Eric still closed his eyes, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he told Wakanda's secrets indifferently.

"The technology there is much more developed than in the United States, but they have always chosen to hide it from the outside world. My father wanted those people to help other African countries, but the king refused. So the king killed my father, his brother. .” Eric opened his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him.

Ryan didn't speak, waiting for Eric's next words.

"I don't know what you've been through, but I can see the desperation in your eyes. I know that feeling, Jordan. I want revenge on Wakanda, but revenge shouldn't be all of your life."

"Jordan." He held Ryan's hand: "Tell me, what happened to you? I will avenge you."

Ryan quietly watched him hold his hand, which was covered with various scars.Ryan knew that there were more scars like this under the uniform, so he was silent for a moment: "Why?" Why did you say such a thing?

"I know the pain of revenge. I am haunted by dead souls all day long, and my heart is always filled with regret. I am stuck in the quagmire of pain and cannot crawl out. Only revenge is the only support for living. Tell me, I will not let you also Suffer the same experience as me."

"They're dead." Ryan wrenched his hands out of his hands, lowered his eyes, and stopped looking at him.

Eric was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Really? That's fine, you and Colonel Rhodes go, he is a good man." He reached into the preparation bag and took out a handful wrapped in cloth strips. The knife: "You take this knife, as long as it is in your