Zhao Ziyang, whose physique was far beyond ordinary people, did not die, but his nerves were greatly damaged, the left half of his body was paralyzed, and he was no longer able to speak. His inability to speak was not due to his vocal cords or throat, but because of the muscles that manage conversational language.

The nerves are damaged and the most they can produce are non-verbal sounds.

He lived a more miserable life than most people, but he was luckier than most people. After all, being alive is a good thing, but living like this makes people feel that it would be better to die.

"I am a traitor to the Lurker," Dao Feng sat on the ground and said to Zhao Ziyang calmly: "Affiliated to the Overseas Security Section of the US Central Intelligence Agency, I have been undercover since the Lurker was first established to monitor every move of the Lurker.

Once the action is taken, information feedback will be provided in a timely manner to achieve the U.S. government’s control over the mercenary industry. There are many like me, and they can be found in every mercenary group.”

Zhao Ziyang smiled with the half of his face that was not paralyzed, took a pen and wrote a line of words on the paper and handed it to Dao Feng.

After reading this piece of paper, Dao Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly and said: "Boss, I had to do it that time, otherwise I wouldn't have exposed myself."

The piece of paper written by Zhao Ziyang was "Pyramid Apache". When they entered the Egyptian pyramid to rescue Angel, they were hijacked by the Apache helicopter gunship sent by Raul. It was determined that the blade was hidden among the lurkers.

the traitor.

"Hey, actually even if you didn't have that time, you would have gradually exposed me." Dao Feng took out a crumpled cigarette, lit it, took a puff and said, "You know, boss, you may not even know how powerful you are.

I know. In the CIA, your file is thicker than anyone else's, because you are more powerful than them. The reason you don't kill me is not because you didn't see through me, but because we have fought side by side and shared life and death.

"

Zhao Ziyang shook his head and said that was not the case.

Blade is full of respect for Zhao Ziyang. He is different from Black Eagle. Black Eagle only wants to do some ideological things, but Zhao Ziyang doesn't care about that. He just wants to lead people to survive, and he can do anything to survive.

.Because of this, it makes people feel scary, is convinced by the mercenaries, and is admired by people like Blade.

He led the lurkers out of the fragmentation and became the king of the mercenary world, which was enough for everyone to respect him. In addition, there is another point, Blade and the others owe Zhao Ziyang's life.

"Boss," Daofeng lowered his head and said with a look of disappointment, "I will always be a traitor in my life. I betrayed you..."

A piece of paper was handed to Daofeng by Zhao Ziyang, along with a pistol.

There is a line of words written on the paper: You can be a hero.

Zhao Ziyang's meaning is very obvious. He is telling Blade: You don't have to be a traitor all your life, you can become a hero of the American government.

Blade betrayed the lurker. He did not betray the U.S. government. Strictly speaking, he was not a traitor. How could he be called a traitor when he went undercover for the sake of the motherland?

Seeing these words, Dao Feng smiled bitterly, shook his head vigorously and said, "Hero? I can't be a hero, maybe I will be destined to be a traitor in this life."

Pushing the gun back to Zhao Ziyang, Dao Feng said: "Boss, even though your body has become like this, I don't have any confidence that I can do heroic things on you. You know, I can't sleep, as long as I fall asleep

I would have nightmares, dreaming about Seth strangling my neck, dreaming about my brothers standing in front of me bloody and demanding their lives. I have lost myself, and all I can do is to fight this traitor to the end."

Zhao Ziyang patted Daofeng's shoulder, with a smile on his face, and wrote another line: Tell me what you know, and be your traitor.

With a forced smile, Dao Feng told Zhao Ziyang everything he knew. He had nothing to do. The feeling of being a traitor was worse than anything else. In the past few months, he had already tasted the feeling that life was worse than death. Too many brothers died at his own hands.

Here, he is a human being, and he has feelings as a human being, and he can never forgive himself.

Daofeng was very detailed and told Zhao Ziyang everything he knew.

When he was in the army, he was selected as the executor of overseas affairs security. He used his gambling advantage to create a bad influence on the army, and was later kicked out of the army through conflicts and placed as a sleeper.

At that time, the Lurkers were recruiting people. Blade, who had been kicked out of the army, had outstanding evil deeds, but his abilities were very strong and he could easily be recruited. After joining the Lurkers, Blade began to monitor all the Lurkers' movements.

Pass it on to the CIA to gain control over the mercenaries of the US government and adjust its own series of strategies.

Originally, Dao Feng had completed his mission and wanted to retire, but Dao Feng did not return to his country to get promoted and make a fortune. It seemed difficult to accept that the Lurkers were completely destroyed again.

To put it simply, he already has deep feelings for the lurkers. Psychologically speaking, an undercover agent who hides deeply will work hard to become one of them during the undercover process, and over time will truly regard himself as one of them.

Member, just like a lie told a hundred times and then it becomes the truth.

Zhao Ziyang has been listening quietly to everything Daofeng said, with a calm expression on his face, without any emotion of joy or sorrow. Having experienced life and death several times, he can look at everything with a calm eye, including betrayal. Nothing is more important than living.

"The lurkers need you." Zhao Ziyang wrote a line and handed it to Daofeng, smiling at him.

Seeing these words, Dao Feng was in disbelief at first, and then he covered his cheek and burst into tears. As for why he was crying, perhaps only he himself knew. If an outsider were to guess, they would definitely say that the lurker has been firmly tied to Dao Feng's life.

Together.

Without any hesitation, Dao Feng followed Zhao Ziyang and left Colombia for Hawaii, USA.

This is a world-famous place with some of the most beautiful beaches and coasts, especially in Honolulu, Hawaii.

The weather here is beautiful all year round, the water is blue and the sky is blue. It is suitable for swimming, surfing, boating and fishing. More than 2,000 ships come in and out every year, and 400,000 tourists come in and out every day. It is an excellent tourist attraction in the world.

Waikiki Beach, a small hotel is located here. The hotel is not a traditional hotel, but is located on the beach like small villas. Each room is a small villa, which can be seen from here

The blue sky, clear water, and the unobstructed sea breeze are refreshing.

In the beach courtyard of a villa, Swart used a syringe to inject drugs into the artery of his left arm and lay heavily on a chair to enjoy unspeakable pleasure.

His drug addiction is getting bigger and bigger, and he must use high-purity natural drugs to meet his current needs. Naturally, he has not gone to a drug rehabilitation center. He does not want to go, and he is not willing to go. He cannot live a life that restricts freedom.

.What you have to do now is to take drugs freely, and then fight until you die after satisfying your drug addiction.

Quite simply, this is what Swart's life is all about, he is an addict, an addict eager to put a bullet in his head.

"Can you give me some?" Pandora walked in at some unknown time and sat next to Swart.

Hearing Pandora's voice, Swart opened his eyes with great effort from the extreme pleasure, took out a cigar and handed it to the other party.

"I'm very sad about Seth's death, but that's not a reason for you to give up."

"No, I'm not giving up, I just want to taste what this tastes like." Pandora threw the cigar back and said, "Give me a little taste."

Swart slowly stood up from the recliner, put the cigar to the tip of his nose and sniffed it for a while, shook his head and threw it to the ground, raised his feet and stepped heavily on the sand.

"Damn it, I'm no longer a human being or a ghost. Can you please stop talking to me like this?" Swart glared at Pandora and yelled: "I'm warning you, I'm warning you not to say that you are the same in front of me.

You have to taste what this tastes like. Bastard, this is poison, the most powerful poison in the world. It can make you feel ecstasy, make you forget all unpleasantness, and make you enjoy happiness you have never experienced before. But

——It’s poison, it’s poison, do you understand?”

With a "pop" sound, Swart was punched hard in the face, and his strong body fell to the sand.

Pandora, who knocked Swart down with one punch, showed a bright smile and said to him: "I have wanted to beat you for a long time, but there is no reason."

Swart, who was on the ground, wiped the corner of his mouth, jumped up with one hand on the ground, rushed towards Pandora crazily, and punched Pandora hard on the cheek.

The muffled sound of fists colliding with facial bones was heard. Pandora was hit by the punch and fell to the ground, and her head became dizzy.

"You want to fight, okay, come on, I'm just looking for someone to give him a good fight!" Swart shouted loudly, reaching out to ask Pandora to stand up and give him a good fight.

Pandora, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stretched out her legs to wrap around Swart's calves, tripping him to the ground like lightning. At the same time, her body rolled to one side, wrapping Swart's legs in the opposite direction.

The sound of bones being bent sounded, and Swart's face was filled with pain, but he reluctantly tried to break free and pulled out the saber on his body.

"Whoa", the saber slashed at Pandora and strangled his calf, extremely fiercely.

Seeing the saber attack, Pandora immediately let go of her legs to avoid Swart's knife. She turned her right hand and took out a tiger-tooth fighting knife and threw it at Swart, who was less than five meters away. Such a blow at such a close range.

The law is not a fight at all, but a life and death struggle. The two people are simply risking their lives.

"Tsk", a blood mark appeared on Swart's face as he shook his head vigorously, and the blood instantly condensed into blood beads and rolled down his cheeks.

Pandora threw out the saber and leaned forward, kicking Swart hard on the lower abdomen. But at the same time that she kicked Swart on the lower abdomen, Swart stretched out her right foot and kicked hard at the crook of the opponent's knee.

At the same time, he threw the saber in his hand towards Pandora.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two landed at the same time, and the saber was dodged by Pandora.

The extremely short fight was full of danger. No one on either side showed mercy, and both sides dealt deadly blows, just like the enemy on the battlefield.

The two of them lay quietly on the sand with their eyes closed, breathing in the sea breeze.

"Swart, we are still alive."

"Yes, we are still alive."
Chapter completed!