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Ian opened his eyes wide, looking at the nothingness above his head, unable to tell the direction of the light.

He couldn't hear his own breathing and heartbeat, but his ears were filled with the shouts of medical staff.

"Where's the blood? He needs a blood transfusion! Type B blood! Now! Immediately!"

"It is preliminarily determined that there is a penetrating wound in the left ventricle of the heart! Emergency surgery is necessary!"

"Are the anesthesia and the operating room ready?"

"Dr. Brooke is already waiting in the temporary operating room!"

"Dr. Brooke? You mean Brooke, the first surgeon in New York? How did he come here?"

"How do I know! At least Captain Ian Connor's life still has a glimmer of hope!"

Ian's consciousness kept falling.

Between half-dream and half-awake, he saw the young man who looked like a holy angel, with slightly curly golden-brown hair and elegant and deep pupils like a lagoon. When day and night met, light and shadow cast a mysterious color on his face.

Ian, here I am, here—

He stretched out his hand to him, his eyes refracted fine shards of light, and the world fell into pure white.

look at me!Ian, look at me!You can only look at me!

Persistence to purity.But the purer things are, the scarier they are.

Ian wanted to look away, but the boy's smile dragged his thoughts, and his soft moan was in his ear, and he couldn't resist with the most gentle gesture.

Don't believe everything he shows you!ian!

In an instant, that piece of pure whiteness turned into an endless abyss.

The boy's figure kept falling, and he looked at Ian in disappointment, and the abyss bloomed light roses under his body.

Fragile and harmless.The whole world is filled with the sound of flowers blooming, overwhelming.

Why don't you always trust me, Ian.

I will never hurt you.

All the thoughts flowed upstream, the breath rushed into the lung cavity, and Ian suddenly opened his eyes.

The light shone in through the cracks in the tent, which was very dazzling.He had to look away.

"Oh, you're awake, Captain Connor." Came a calm and sophisticated voice.

Ian sat up abruptly, the pain in his chest forced him to lie down again.

"Where is this..."

"Temporary hospital in the rear camp."

"How long have I slept?"

"Two days and two nights." It was Major Kruse who answered him.

"Sir... Where is my team?"

Major Kruse lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Captain Connor, I regret to tell you...you are the only survivor. The power of that explosion was too great."

Ian's pupils dilated for a while, and then he closed his eyes.

"...When the support team brought you back, Dr. Brook, the god of surgery from New York, was waiting for you in the operating room." Major Kruse continued.

"The god of surgery... is it..." Ian covered his eyes with the back of his hand, "Doctors like that should stay in big cities and perform surgeries that cost at least one million dollars... How come? came here?"

"Haley Russell. I'm really curious how he expected you to be injured, and sent Dr. Brook here on the day you were on a mission." Major Kruse's tone was somewhat Very witty, "Now your life belongs to Hayley Russell."

Hayley Russell.

Ian recited the name silently in his mind, and the tip of his tongue touched the upper jaw three times and the lower jaw once.This name made Ian subconsciously clenched his fists, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.

"Then I'd rather die."

Major Kruse shook his head helplessly, "I understand that you can't afford to pay back the $300 million in your life. But living is always better than dying. Subjectively speaking, there are two situations of dying. The first is that you don't want to Die, but fate does not allow you to live. Like your teammates. The second type, you really want to die, in order to escape something or someone. For the former, I have no comment. But for the latter, I must say, Only by being alive can you have the opportunity to discover that the fear and disgust you escape may become the most beautiful existence in the world."

After speaking, Major Kruse put a letter on Ian's chest.

"I heard Hayley Russell sent you enough letters to fill a warehouse over the years, but you never opened them. You saved him eight years ago, didn't you? Now he saves you .Maybe you should see what he said to you."

Major Kruse got up and left, leaving only Ian in the camp.

He held up the white envelope with the red circular wax seal on the seal, like it was from some old gothic movie.

Ancient, mysterious and solemn.

On the wax seal is a sword entwined with thorns.

This is the coat of arms of the Russell family.I heard that this is a family with a long history. Some say it comes from Romania, while others say it comes from England or Italy.The population has always been small, but it has influenced this country with incomparable and inestimable financial resources and power.

Ian opened the envelope and took out the letter.

What caught my eye was the smooth and beautiful handwriting, like a poem describing the reflection on the lake: Dear Ian, we have not seen each other for eight years.It is a pity that I have written countless letters to you, but have not received a single reply from you.Thinking of you in a place full of smoke and war, I can't sleep or eat.I know it's easy to force you to leave the battlefield with the influence of the Russell family, but then you'll hate me for meddling in your life.I also thought about asking someone to bring back your photo, but I didn't want you to misunderstand that I was a stalker, so I had to endure it.I often imagine the scene of meeting you again in my sleep, which makes me feel sincerely happy.But tonight, I dreamed that a sharp rose pierced your heart... So, I hired Dr. Brook to go to your army.No matter what, please live well.

Don't forget I told you I didn't know if I should be the devil or the devil's hunter.If you are still alive, at least I know that there is someone who will always watch over me.If you die, I will avenge you, even if I turn the world upside down, even if I chase you to the depths of hell.

Ian stroked the last line of words with his fingers, and he could imagine Haili's gesture of writing this letter at the desk, with lowered eyelids, elegant and erect nose bones under the light, and a gentlemanly manner.

In fact, he didn't know what Haili had become now.

After all, when we parted, he was just a 15-year-old boy.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, it has been eight years.

There was no point in continuing to let his soul wander under the hail of bullets. It was time for him to go home.

Ian packed his bags and filed for retirement.

Because of his outstanding performance in this operation, he was awarded the Purple Gold Medal and was honorably discharged.

He returned to his own country, but his teammates remained in foreign countries forever.

Opening the door of the apartment, a smell of dust hits the face.It took him all day to clean it up, and he lay down on the freshly changed sheets.Before he could close his eyes, he received a call.

"Hey, long time no see, Ian!"

"No matter who it is, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's just that I don't know your name." Ian said lazily.

Maybe it was a high school classmate, maybe a distant relative, who heard that he was discharged from the army and went home, so he called to express his condolences or to connect with him.But for Ian, what he wants most is to close his eyes and enjoy being alone.

"I'm Maddy Rowan! FBI New York! Don't you remember me? I was the detective in charge of the serial murder 'The Hunt' eight years ago! You saved the 'hunt' from A teenager, if it weren't for you, we would never have solved this case!"

Ian rolled his eyes skyward, "You made the wrong number, Mr. FBI agent."

He didn't want to remember any details of that case, he didn't want to remember that boy, he didn't want his life to have any connection with that case.He just wanted to start over.

"It's impossible for me to make a wrong call, Captain Ian Connor! Do you remember my invitation to you eight years ago? You have keen observation and action skills, and the FBI needs talents like you. I You are now officially invited to join us!"

"I said you made the wrong number."

There was a burst of laughter from the other end of the phone.

"I said I couldn't have called the wrong number because I was right outside your apartment door. I saw you walk in with your luggage."

"Damn it! Can't you just leave me alone?"

Ian turned over from the bed and opened the door forcefully, and sure enough, he saw Maddy Ron in a black suit standing outside the door, smiling triumphantly.

"You look like a lot of vicissitudes. Eight years ago, you were a handsome guy with no stubble."

"You look a lot fatter and bald. Have you checked your blood pressure, blood lipids and heart? If everything is healthy, the FBI really supports people."

"Okay, I forgive you for being rude about my size because I need something from you."

Ian threw his phone on the bed casually, pulled the chair and sat down, and glared at Maddy Rowan, "Mr. Detective, I just returned to my home, don't you think I need time to adjust my mood and find the direction of life ?"

"Correction, I am no longer an agent, but the head of the New York branch of the FBI."

Ian nodded, "Congratulations on your promotion, but these are none of my business."

"Of course it's none of your business. You should know that one of the responsibilities of our FBI is to combat major violent crimes?"

"uh-huh."

"And the serial killings are part of that."

"Why are you involved in a serial murder again? Can't I let my life turn that page?" Ian pressed his head.

"Hayley Russell is now one of the FBI agents."

Ian raised his head abruptly and looked at Maddy Ron in disbelief.

"You say what you just said... again?"