Special Forces Medic

Chapter 972 941: Are We Being Sent to Die?

"At that time, I was indeed dead. But when I woke up, I saw a very strange person. He didn't look like a human; beneath his almost translucent skin were the paths of human veins, and the first thing he said to me was my code number. I didn't have a name, just a number."

"Is he Mu Rongyun?!"

"I don't know who he is. On the second day after I woke up, I was sent off for secret training. Until I could move freely, I participated in missions, but unexpectedly, I met you on my first mission."

"DOMO! Mu Rongyun! 'Black Crow'! Xiao Family!" Xiao Lin muttered to the tombstone. "Liang Hu, what do you feel when looking at the straightforward tombstone?"

"To be honest, I feel nothing!"

"That's obvious, because you're not really Liang Hu at all." After saying this, Xiao Lin suddenly extended his palm toward the person beside him, a fierce gust sweeping toward Liang Hu's right shoulder.

A hissing sound arose, and Liang Hu suddenly jumped aside, leaping toward the nearby tree. Wood splinters flew, and the destruction caused by Xiao Lin's palm wind was evident everywhere. If it had landed on a person, it would surely be a bloody mess.

"The real Liang Hu wouldn't dodge my attack because he knows I wouldn't truly harm him. Who exactly are you?" Xiao Lin didn't relent against the person hiding behind the tree. He switched from palm to fist and punched toward the tree, a cracking sound ringing out as the tree snapped in half, revealing the figure hidden behind it.

Before Liang Hu could react, Xiao Lin was already in front of him, swinging his right leg towards his chest, each move aimed at his fatal points, intending to put him to death.

Liang Hu didn't refute Xiao Lin's words. His silence fueled Xiao Lin's anger over being deceived, making his palm strikes even fiercer. Countless palm prints landed around Liang Hu, areas swept by the palm wind were infinitely painful, and unable to launch an effective attack, Liang Hu could only defend desperately.

"Where is the real Liang Hu?" The deadly punch halted at Liang Hu's brow. Right when he thought he would die at this man's hands, he felt the surroundings quiet down. "Is he dead or alive?"

"He..." Liang Hu hesitated, his lips slightly curling up as he looked at this face. Xiao Lin's expression dimmed. "Dead!" The outcome was unsurprising. "He... ah!"

A dart pierced through Liang Hu's chest from behind, heading towards Xiao Lin's throat. With a flick of two fingers aimed at the dart tip, the dart lost its trajectory and fell to the ground, similar to the previous hidden weapon intended to kill Hong Lian.

Once a person dies, the body starts to harden and cool down before softening again after this process. This person remained in a cold state throughout, Xiao Lin scrutinized this face, seeing no signs of plastic surgery or other scars. What was this person trying to tell him in the end?

He wasn't Liang Hu, this Xiao Lin knew well, they were entirely two different people. Yet, this face ignited another kind of suspicion within him—he might truly be Liang Hu, but he didn't recognize this person anymore.

Not long after Xiao Lin left the corpse, several people appeared and wrapped up the body on the ground, taking it away in a vehicle, speeding off with a tailing vehicle closely behind.

At seven in the evening, a private jet slowly entered the runway entrance. After a rumble, the plane accelerated into the skies. The captain reiterated their destination via radio and then fell silent. This wasn't a passenger plane, there were no dedicated services. Accompanying them was an Italian, who after introducing himself promptly went into the cockpit in front. He was the co-pilot, responsible for the passengers' needs before reaching the destination.

Onboard, there was everything: fresh food, expensive wines, and freshly squeezed juices. Xiao Lin wasn't interested in any of these; he gazed silently at the sky outside, a misty haze.

"I thought you wouldn't come!" Hua Qingyi looked significantly thinner, adding a masculine air to his face, which was more beautiful than a woman's.

"You should have contacted me immediately." Xiao Lin was a bit annoyed; after all, they were good brothers, but no information was shared, leaving him quite passive in front of the old man. Being forced onto the plane felt quite unpleasant. "I didn't expect the old man to ultimately use you to threaten me." Truthfully, he always thought the old man's destination was the United States, not Italy, he was wrong.

"I only found out you'd come when I boarded the plane at the last minute." Hua Qingyi knew Xiao Lin was angry, he felt quite aggrieved too. "You can see there's not much difference between me and the people here now. Your old man didn't let me off the hook easily. Spending 24 hours a day, I have four hours to sleep, one hour to eat, and all other time is spent fighting people. It's real gun and bullet shooting rehearsals. Hey, are we going to bomb a city or what?" Thinking about those intensive training sessions with gunfire, the fear lingered; the people hit by his shots should be dead by now!

"I suppose it's almost the case! The Italian Mafia doesn't have the concept of sparing no expense to protect national property. That's the impression I have, and it's depicted in movies and TV as such too. Compared to American gangs, it's considered a more free and unrestrained place."

"Um, then can I ask, where are our weapons?" As he chewed his steak, he scrutinized the cabin, which offered spacious and transparent views but didn't seem to contain boxes or bags that looked like they carried weapons.

"Do you think those look like it?" Xiao Lin shot a look at Hua Qingyi, had this person been trained to the point of foolishness? That was so naive; before boarding, shouldn't they confirm the luggage they were carrying?

"Is your old man sending us to our deaths? It's bad enough we don't even have a little sidekick, but not even a knife for support?" Hua Qingyi exclaimed with frustration, suddenly finding the delicious steak in his mouth as hard as a rock.

"This is all we need!" Xiao Lin waved the thin card in his hand. "In a city filled with smoke and gunpowder, this is more effective than any weapon!"

Hua Qingyi looked suspiciously at the Bauhinia Flower Card in Xiao Lin's hand and shook his head. "I have a feeling that card was already deactivated as soon as we left the airport."

"Who said this was the Xiao Family's card?" Hua Qingyi figured Xiao Lin could also guess that the old man was throwing them into the wild to fend for themselves. If they can't come back alive, they don't have the right to continue playing the game— that's the idea!

"Are we that wealthy now?"

"Oh, we got plenty from the Wang Family. This was sent to me by Xia Xue when she left!" Xiao Lin was briefly stunned when he suddenly received the card, but he wasn't foolish enough to chase after the reason. Some things don't need to be said explicitly; understanding them is enough! "With Lin Cheng controlling everything behind the scenes, I'm not worried about the development of 'Rhine.'"

"You and Xia Xue..." Xiao Lin smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

Looking at the clouds, the ground seemed small, and his woman was among one of those points.

As the private jet took off, another group of people boarded a plane heading to the United States at the same time. In the cabin, elegant music played. Xiao Zhenfeng half-closed his eyes, accompanied by only a few people attending to him closely; the rest stayed in the country.

"Is everything going smoothly over there?"

"The young master hurried to the airport at the last minute and is already on his way to Italy. According to Master Qin's instructions, he wasn't equipped with any weapons, only carrying a few personal items. The young master left his pet with Yelu, and didn't take any of the five children with him."

"Master!" Flame Swallow couldn't help but interject; he didn't believe Xiao Zhenfeng's decision was correct. Italy is different from the United States— even though their influence extends into the United States, it's ultimately the Xiao Family's territory; going without weapons wouldn't matter.

"Flame Swallow, you seem to have a lot of opinions about my decisions lately."

"I wouldn't dare, but I believe going to dangerous places requires more suitable weapons." Flame Swallow pouted, glancing at Master Qin's glaring look, he fell silent.

"Are you suggesting I send you there too, that's why you're saying this?" Xiao Zhenfeng looked at the financial newspaper, hitting the nail on the head regarding Flame Swallow's intentions. He secretly found it amusing; his son indeed had the ability to win people over— even this defiant outlier was unknowingly recruited.

"Nothing escapes Master's eyes."

"Since when were you recruited? I don't want anyone by my side thinking about other masters." He shook the newspaper, his tone flat and unperturbed.

"Master!" Flame Swallow knelt in front of Xiao Zhenfeng with a thud. "I have no second thoughts, just worried that the young master might encounter trouble in Italy. Master tests the young master's abilities a bit too harshly this time."

"Flame Swallow! Do not be disrespectful in front of Master Qin." Master Qin's heart trembled at Flame Swallow's boldness, though it echoed his sentiment, Xiao Zhenfeng's thoughts were beyond understanding.

"Lao Qin, you think the same, don't you!" Xiao Zhenfeng laughed instead of getting angry. "I told you to deactivate Xiao Lin's card. Did you do it?"

"I've already notified the bank. Does Master need to be so ruthless? This way, the young master will really have a hard time."

"Sometimes, he needs to understand that without the Xiao Family, he's nothing. Otherwise, he won't know the heights of heaven and the depths of the earth."

"But I actually believe the young master isn't as incompetent as Master thinks; I've always considered the young master an excellent individual. At least, I haven't found anyone more outstanding among the younger generation." Flame Swallow stood up, finding Xiao Lin much more endearing compared to Xiao Zhenfeng's arrogance.

"I'm aware of what he does outside; Xia Xue is a fine woman, but unfortunately, she's not quite fit to be our Xiao Family's daughter-in-law." Xiao Zhenfeng laughed heartily, with everything clear in his mind. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendation tickets or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)