traveling doctor

The man has a well-defined face that is not too tough, and looks a little cynical and handsome in the sun. His fingers are like a pianist, slender and beautiful, and extremely dexterous. People find it pleasing to the eye—even if he's fiddling with a sniper rifle.

The front has already exchanged fire, and someone is constantly shouting in the communicator hanging in the ear. This is a battle for the armed police to wipe out the remnants of technological militants.

"Ask for support, ask for support, the firepower at the back door is too strong, I can't hold it anymore! These people are desperadoes!"

"Roger that!"

"Attention all troops, be careful not to let the dangerous person No. 002 go, all troops pay attention..."

But he still held the gun unhurriedly, loaded the bullet, loaded it, and aimed slowly.

"Found No. 002, here is the fourth team, found No. 002!"

"Received, the fourth team reports the location."

The man squinted his eyes and glanced from a distance, shook his head, gave a low laugh, and muttered vaguely: "Number 002."

"Already close to the back door, No. 002 is trying to escape!"

"Stop him!"

"The first team support is in place."

"Roger that!"

There was another fierce exchange of fire. The man picked up the binoculars at hand, squinted his eyes, curled his lips, picked up the gun casually, and tilted his head, as if aiming casually.

"Alarm! Alert! An abnormal energy reaction has been detected on No. 002, and he wants to activate the space energy device!"

"Stop him!"

"Okay." The man answered to himself—as if others could really hear him, and then he suddenly pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out according to the precisely calculated trajectory, and the man couldn't even look at it. Without looking at it, he put down the sniper rifle after shooting, tidied up neatly, reached out to support the delicate communicator, adjusted the channel, and said in a serious tone, "Report, the target person has been killed."

There was a moment of silence in the chaotic communicator, and then a voice that was obviously a recruit said timidly: "No. 5 of the fourth team reports that the dangerous person has died, and the alarm of the space energy equipment has been cleared."

Then, as if no one else could hear him, he added in a low voice: "Where did you invite the sniper? It's so powerful."

Then there was a soft sound - it must be that the comrades next to him were afraid that he would lose face, so they turned off his communicator.

The man put on his sunglasses, carried the big bag with the gun on his shoulders, rolled up his trouser legs, hummed some little tune, and left the roof slowly, took out his mobile phone and dialed another call, and said half-deadly: " solved."

The other party laughed: "It's so fast, it deserves to be the best gun."

The man clamped the mobile phone between his ears and shoulders, took out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and gave a vague "hmm" and said as if he was a little bit disappointed: "When will my transfer order come down?"

The other party was silent for a moment, and after a while, asked, "Jin Chen, do you really want to leave?"

The man spit out eye circles and walked downstairs. A car had already been parked there waiting. He threw his bag on the back seat, sat down on the co-pilot, pulled down the window and popped it out. It didn't look like a sneaky sniper, but a big lazy cat.

He said: "I have sacrificed my life for the country for so many years, and now I want to go back to retire. Is this not too much to ask?"

The other party sighed: "I understand what you mean, and I have already reacted to it. You go back and rest for two days first, and organize the arrangements for you. I will notify you this Thursday at the latest."

The man whistled: "Please take care of me!"

His name is Huang Jinchen, but not many people know this name. In the past ten years, he has another title and identity.

With the rapid advancement of science and technology, technological terrorism seems to be born in response to disaster. In this world, a technological terrorist organization called "Utopia" has just been arrested—no, rather than being arrested, it is better to say that it has passed It was a difficult war, and the international coalition barely won.

This is a technological terrorism with "energy" as the core. It uses the human body itself as the carrier and human emotions as the fuel. Through a special mechanism, it obtains the "emotional energy" that burns the lives and spirits of innocent people, and develops All kinds of incredible weapons.They almost dragged the whole world into their crazy "utopian alien space", trying to formulate new rules.

The undercover agent who played the most critical role in this war was Huang Jinchen, numbered "11235", who was called a "gun" by a core member of the Utopia organization.

No one who is targeted by this gun is spared. People who use guns all over the world can't help but be afraid of this legendary man. He is not an abnormal human body transformed by Utopia, and he cannot use those incredible energy systems, let alone those weird ones. ability, just an ordinary person.

But he is an "ordinary person" who can easily hunt and kill superhumans.

No matter how unbelievable the situation is, even if it is an abnormal space where all the instruments are shielded, even where the laws of physics are changed, where the energy reacts abnormally, the person he is targeting cannot escape the fate of a shot through the eyebrows.

Both enemies and comrades-in-arms have a strange fear of this legendary "gun", because the gun in his hands is not a murder weapon, or even a weapon, but some kind of divine weapon, and because he doesn't even look like a person, even though There are also such rumors among comrades who also serve a country that "that gun" is not a living person at all, but a robot manufactured by a secret state research base.

That's why he can be so precise, just like his code name in Utopia, "11235" - the Fibonacci sequence, perfect.

How can a person have such a terrifying psychological quality?

However, in fact, Huang Jinchen does not drink motor oil. He likes a certain brand of carbonated drinks that has been warned by the relevant department several times because of excessive preservatives. The party's martial arts series is not the keyboard party's World of Warcraft. He likes to play Lianliankan.

On top of that, despite the generous government salary and benefits, he still has an interest in earning a little extra money in his spare time — such as busking.

When he has no assignments, he wears colorful sunglasses, an acoustic guitar on his back, a faded T-shirt wholesale from the zoo, and tattered jeans. The trouser legs are one long and one short, revealing a pair of fake Sneakers, sold and sang in the subway.Sometimes it is a classic nostalgic old song, and sometimes he gets a lot of money, and he also sings an original song like crazy.

On Thursday afternoon, when the middle-aged man came to see him, Huang Jinchen was singing the English version of "Two Tigers" exclusively to two blond foreign children in the subway - the lyrics were translated by him impromptu. Came out with a weird Russian tongue-in-cheek accent: "Twotigers, twotigers, runfast, runfast..."

The two foreign children were taken aback by the singing. They felt that the nursery rhymes of our country were so broad and spiritual that they couldn't understand them at all!

A middle-aged man with a pair of elegant glasses on the bridge of his nose, dressed like a beast, walked over and patted Huang Jinchen on the shoulder after the thunderous applause and laughter passed away: "Sir, I don't know you Are you interested in developing in the entertainment industry?"

Huang Jinchen showed disdain on his face: "You scouts are too slow. I have been wandering in this subway line for several months before I was discovered by you. What kind of eyes are they? Cut, the little four eyes just don't work. .”

After finishing speaking, when the subway arrived at the station, he bowed to the audience around him in a very ostentatious manner, and then swaggered away with his acoustic guitar in his arms. The middle-aged man wearing glasses followed him calmly amidst the crowd watching up.

At that time, some people who liked live broadcasting uploaded the full video of Huang Jinchen's "Twotigers" on the Internet, and even named it "Peerless King of Songs, A Shocking Song".

Coming out of the subway station, a car was already waiting there. The middle-aged man took the first step, opened the door for him, and made a "please" gesture: "Big star, please get in the car."

Huang Jinchen was not polite at all, sat on it, twisted it, and commented: "I said, what kind of company are you, don't you make leather bags? The seat of this broken car is harder than the back seat of a bicycle. If you are so poor, you still want to sign a contract." Lao Tzu, can you afford a manager?"

The middle-aged man turned around and took off his glasses, revealing a pair of calm eyes: "How about I be your manager?"

Huang Jinchen sneered: "You? I don't like you, and you don't look good."

The two laughed at the same time.Huang Jinchen put down the acoustic guitar and raised his legs: "Why, they want to transfer me to you?"

"Yeah, how is it?" The middle-aged man blinked, "Sitting in the office every day, you don't have to go in the wind and rain, and you don't have to carry a gun around to smash other people's heads. The level is higher than before, and the position is special. In the special training base No one in other places can order you. If you have nothing to do, you can go to the back mountain to grow vegetables. There is land and the environment is good, which is suitable for retirement."

Huang Jinchen thought about it for two seconds, then shook his head resolutely: "No, General Zhong, don't fool us uneducated bastards, I know that you are a treasure land, the 'final contact base', no one can order it, it's okay It's for the elderly, and you have to play your old life if you have something to do, don't think I don't know that you just came out of the hospital."

Before General Zhong could speak, Huang Jinchen continued: "However... I heard that the 'ST Base' is the best paid, and it is true that no one can order it. Don’t assign specific jobs to me. I think serving tea and water is a good job. I don’t have to do it when I have something to do, and I get paid when I’m not. Anyway, comrades don’t have the bad habits of landlords and riches in the old society. I don’t need a little waiter for the atmosphere, I can still skip work and play the guitar for some extra money, maybe someday I will become popular.”

General Zhong didn't say a word, just looked back at him from the co-pilot, and told him with those calm and distant eyes—wake up, kid, everyone is coming down.

Huang Jinchen then hummed nonchalantly: "Sister, you go forward boldly—"

General Zhong sighed and felt a little headache looking at this thorny head: "Are you determined to retire from the army?"

Huang Jinchen sang: "Go forward——"

General Zhong was silent for a while, and suddenly reported the name of the hospital to the driver, interrupting Huang Jinchen's magic voice piercing his ears: "How about this, I will help you hang the establishment at the base, and you don't need to come to work, I will hang it for you" Special Panel' there."

"Are you so unwilling to let me go?" Huang Jinchen asked back.

"You are the best, and no one wants to lose a talent like you."

The corners of Huang Jinchen's mouth curved slightly, revealing a somewhat ambiguous smile: "What kind of expert? Are you calling me a 'homicide expert'?"

"Special medical experts...team." General Zhong paused subtly, "Before you were not there, there was only one special medical expert. Come, I will take you to meet this expert, maybe you will be interested in his work, and then you can decide whether to stay or not."

Huang Jinchen didn't object, and sat quietly in the back seat, strumming the out-of-tuned guitar, feeling that the world was a bit impermanent, and that one day he would be able to do such an impossible job as a medical expert.

General Zhong took him directly to the ward, led the way and said, "He had an accident a while ago and is in the hospital. Although we haven't met, I think you should have contacted him during the war with Utopia. The one who spoke to him, he was..."

His voice paused after he pushed open the door of the ward, and he saw a tall, thin man with a plaster cast on his leg standing in the single ward. Balanced, holding a bowl of instant noodles that I don't know where to get, and I am sharing it with a stray cat squatting on the big tree by the window.

Drink the soup by yourself and pick a noodle for the cat, which is very impressive.

"...Doctor Kou." General Zhong stared at this unusual doctor in silence for a long while before finishing his sentence without changing his face.