The crimson bird-shaped tattoo obviously comes from ancient tattooing techniques. Through the firelight, you can see the fine wounds penetrating the dermis. These are the characteristics of steel needles dipped in red pigment piercing the skin. Modern laser tattoo technology will not leave any traces. Such ugly scars.
From a semiotic point of view, bird-shaped tattoos generally represent freedom, conciseness, and no pretense, and are an expression of the desire to live a free life; and based on the study of the origins of the practice of tattooing, tattoos can be classified into eight purposes: Original Purpose of survival, superstition, clan symbol, commemorative significance, beauty, embodiment of self-heroic consciousness, motivation and purely aesthetic purpose.
Use two broken lines to represent the wings, twelve small red dots to represent the feathers on the tail, and two triangles to represent the two heads of the bird twisting in different directions. You don’t need to be an expert. Gu Tiecong’s tattoo is simple and can even be said to be You can tell from the simple pattern that this is definitely not a work of aesthetic significance. It is most likely a symbol of a clan or organization.
He took out the mobile phone he had just bought, took pictures of the bird-shaped tattoo from different angles, and then looked at the enemy's face again. It was a typical Mongolian face from Northeast Asia. The face was flat, the upper eyelids were full of wrinkles, the eye sockets were high, and the outer corners of the eyes were Above the inner corner of his eyes, Gu Tie put his fingers on the edge of his clothes and gently pushed up the corpse's lips. Under the upper lip that turned purple, he saw a row of uneven but well-maintained, white and healthy teeth.
The smell of bitter almonds hit his nose, coupled with the corpse's congested and red eyelids and nasal cavity, Gu Tie stood up in disgust: "Hydride, he is indeed Japanese,"
From the subtle differences in facial features, it can be basically concluded that this is a Japanese soldier. Using potassium cyanide to commit suicide is a common trick of Japanese intelligence personnel. In fact, on August 17, 1945, Puyi, the puppet emperor of Manchukuo, read an edict declaring Manchuria On the day when the Japanese government was dissolved, the Japanese Kwantung Army distributed highly toxic potassium cyanide powder packed in paper bags to military and political subordinates and members of the pioneering group who had no time to evacuate. They declared that Japan had been defeated. In order to be loyal to the emperor and to share the fate of the country, they forced a large number of civilians to take poison. suicide.
Although his place of birth and ancestry are a mystery, Gu Tie, who has yellow skin and black hair and spent his youth and youth in China, identifies himself as Chinese from the bottom of his heart and hates the evil deeds of the Japanese from the bottom of his heart. In the blink of an eye, One hundred years have passed since Japan's war of aggression against China. The East Asian Economic Community has firmly tied an increasingly open China to a continuously growing Japan. Most of the new generation of young people have forgotten the cruel history of their ancestors' bloody battles with the invaders. Never forget the heroic spirits sleeping deep underground.
After taking two photos of the Japanese's face, Gu Tie threw the body into the fire and walked around in circles for a few times. No other enemies were found, and no trace of Ed was found. Has the simple bearded man encountered any danger? Unexpectedly, he was sincerely worried that he had just met his friend for half a day, but if he stayed for a second longer, the possibility of being discovered by enemy reinforcements following the sound of gunfire would be greater.
He reluctantly glanced at the Harley motorcycle, then pedaled off the broken bike and sneaked into the jungle. The unique sound of horse hooves from the V-cylinder engine of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle could allow the enemy to locate his position from a kilometer away, even if he missed this out-of-print cruise motorcycle. , Gu Tie could not ignore his life safety and moved quickly and silently in the forest at night. There was no better means of transportation than a bicycle.
"Boom,"
There was a deafening collapse sound behind him, and the flames rose high in the sky, illuminating the shadows of the trees. The cabin finally collapsed. In this moment of light, Gu Tie vaguely saw two black figures heading towards the northeast. As he approached, he immediately jumped off the bike and took out hairspray and a lighter from his pocket. The hairspray was used by Gu Tie to style his dyed hair when he was a makeup artist at the holiday cabin. He slipped it into his pocket, along with a disposable A lighter and a pack of Marlboro Extra cigarettes.
The lighter ignited the mist from the hairspray, instantly igniting the dead branches and leaves on the ground. A small fire rose in the forest. Gu Tie kicked up the wet lower branches and leaves with his feet and covered the flames to prevent the burning. The complete ignition point emitted thick and choking smoke, and then he quietly pedaled the bicycle and escaped in the opposite direction under the cover of the thick smoke.
If the incoming enemy is a companion of the corpse, he must also be equipped with an infrared night vision device. In the night forest where the thermal radiation spectrum is very stable, the moving human body is as conspicuous as a red bullseye in the thermal imaging equipment. It is difficult to deal with the thermal imager. There are two methods: first, adjust its own infrared radiation band to be similar to the background and integrate it into the background spectrum. This requires semiconductor materials and a high-tech coat on the surface of infrared stealth paint; second, carry out infrared interference. , blurring the background radiation, which is why Gu Tie set up a second ignition point to create smoke.
While walking nervously through the dim starlight in the forest, Gu Tie frowned and thought about the ins and outs of the incident. To sort out the context, first of all, Hasegawa Bensaka, the leader of the IPU radical group "One Hundred Million Jade Broken", had himself killed for ulterior personal purposes. Kidnapped to Poland, and then disappeared without a trace; secondly, the field personnel of the Japanese Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office openly appeared in this small city in northeastern Poland, looking for traces of Hasegawa by train. If this was an act of counter-terrorism, why didn't they cooperate with The GTC special service team cooperated, and the Polish base of GTC had strong troops. When they heard the news about madman Hasegawa, they must have been biting like a hunting dog that smelled meat; again, the well-equipped Japanese with two-headed bird tattoos attacked the forest rangers. They burned the house down in the hut of member Ed, and committed suicide by taking poison immediately after being knocked down. If they were looking for traces of Hasegawa, there was no need to get rid of the innocent bearded man. Ed had no idea about the existence of the madman. The only possibility is that these Japanese people are looking for me.
The three incidents cannot exist in isolation. The more he thought about it, the more Gu Tie felt that this was a huge conspiracy.
At this time, gunfire rang out from the direction of the fire, and the clear burst of assault rifle fire was a FAL series rifle, the same model as the enemy who committed suicide. Gu Tie braked the bicycle and looked back in confusion. Who were they fighting? Could it be that they had guessed wrong? Yes, their goal is not themselves.
"Bang, bang,"
Two powerful gunshots were heard, which sounded like the sound of some large-caliber weapon firing low-muzzle-velocity projectiles. Gu Tie immediately thought of the Holland (nd&nd) brand No. 12 that ranger Ed was holding in his hand when they first met. Double-barreled shotgun, "Good job, big beard," Gu Tie slapped his thigh, showing an ecstatic smile, immediately pulled out his pistol, turned the car and rushed in the direction of the gunfire.
About five hundred meters away from the fire scene, Gu Tie jumped off his bicycle, ducked down and slowly walked over. The sound of the assault rifle was still ringing intermittently. From his angle, he could not see the muzzle flash and could not determine the enemy's position. , there was a guy in a black combat uniform sitting crookedly under the tree in front of him. The black eyes under the helmet lost focus. The Kevlar body armor on the chest was torn apart by two No. 12 single-head deer bullets, although there was no wound. It penetrated, but the sharp ribs that were broken by the powerful kinetic energy pierced into the heart, and the enemy had already lost his life.
The two single-point bullets basically hit the same point of impact, which was an amazing achievement for a flat-type double-barreled shotgun. Gu Tie couldn't help but give another point to the ranger who was so well-hidden.
Slowly approaching the fire scene, the trees around the ruins of the wooden house had begun to burn. The fire was raging and the heat wave was raging. Gu Tie felt that the tips of his hair were slowly curling in the hot wind. Gunshots rang out not far away, "Da da da da da da da." Ta..." The rapid burst of fire swept the branches and leaves flying, and a stray bullet flew half a meter away from Gu Tie, shocking him into a cold sweat. "Little Japan is crazy," he cursed, lowered his body, no matter where he was. In which country's infantry training manual, long bursts of rifle fire can only occur during short-term fire suppression. Now is the era of precision strikes. How can there be such a World War II mark in a close battle with single-digit participants? Qinzhong's brutal machine-gun fire style.
"ah,"
Amidst the intensive gunfire from assault rifles, a scream suddenly sounded, and the gunfire stopped, "Let me go, you devil..." The shrill scream in Japanese pierced his eardrums. Gu Tie stood up and walked away from the burning pine tree. Two figures could be seen vaguely in the gap, one standing and one sitting. The bearded man standing like a god in front of the enemy, who could it be if it wasn't ranger Ed.
"Ed, it's me, Gu Tie," Lao Gu yelled in International dialect and ran over, "He has poison hidden in his teeth, we must stop him from committing suicide."
"...Gu Tie," the bearded man glanced at him in astonishment, while the prisoner struggled and cursed under him.
Gu Tie covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and rushed toward them with smoke and fire. When he arrived at the scene, before he could take a deep breath, he found that the enemy was lying on his back on the ground without making any sound. Ed was holding an extremely sharp knife in his right hand. The sharp wooden stick penetrated the enemy's thigh like a spear, pinning the attacker firmly to the ground. He held the double-barreled shotgun in his left hand and pointed it at the opponent's head.
"Why are you here? It's very dangerous here. Leave quickly." The ranger looked around nervously and waved his hand to drive Gu Tie away.
Lao Gu approached the enemy on the ground and gently opened his mask with a pistol. He also had a typical Japanese face. His lips had turned purple, and the tongue sticking out of his mouth was extremely red. "It's over, too. Dead," he stomped in annoyance and grabbed Ed's arm: "Where were you just now? How many of them were there?"
The bearded man looked Gu Tie up and down with a look of disbelief on his face: "Why have you changed your appearance? Your hair and beard... You look like a Polish man now. What's going on?"
Gu Tie said irritably: "Let's talk about old times when you have time. Answer my questions quickly."
"Okay, I was making applesauce in front of the house at dusk, and four men with guns came from the south path, by the way, the same direction you came to my house; they asked me if I had seen a young tall man with black hair. You are an Oriental. As soon as I heard that, I knew they were looking for you. I pretended not to know anything at that time, thinking I could deceive them. But these four people rushed into the house savagely and found your clothes in the dirty clothes basket. "That's not my number," ranger Ed recalled while observing the surroundings vigilantly. "They turned on the safety of the rifle. I immediately understood that these people were not police or soldiers, so I shot and killed them." I grabbed a man's head and then fled into the forest. Two people were chasing me. However, they had no experience in forest warfare, so I took them around for a few times. Later, I found that the house was on fire, so I took them for a ride. Come back, trap one guy, shoot him, lurk and pressure the second guy, jump out of the tree and stab him when he's hysterical and start shooting, and then, you know,"