Father Yan and mother Yan looked at each other.

Yan's father rolled up his sleeves, reached out his hand and slapped 90% of his head: "You kid, is that more needless to say?! Of course, go! This country has sent you there, how can you not go? Not to mention being a war correspondent and a soldier protecting you, if one day our country goes to war, would you be a deserter? The children of the Yan family can't be so cowardly!"

Yan's father said so naturally.

Naturally, Yan Jiucheng felt that he had completely blurted out without thinking carefully.

He looked at his mother.

Yan's mother thought, paused for a few seconds and said, "The words of the war correspondent... are quite dangerous..."

How can you not love a mother?

"But if you say that your conditions are the most suitable in all aspects and they really can't find anyone, then you have to go." Unexpectedly, my mother, who has always been gentle, said this very decisively. She took two steps back and forth and continued: "Look, many jobs are actually very dangerous, such as drug attacks, undercover police, and mine demining experts, special workers. By the way, special workers are also very dangerous, secretly visiting reporters, right? In short, someone has to do dangerous jobs, and our children in the old Yan family have never been afraid. Just your grandfather, your grandfather is the army sent by your ancestor to the battlefield."

Yan's mother pointed at her grandfather's photo and paused word by word. Compared to her father's blurt out, her mother said this after careful consideration.

"Didn't someone say that there is no such thing as peace of time? It's just that someone is carrying the burden on you. In short, you can't embarrass the old Yan family. You can do whatever the country wants you to do. Hum?" Yan's father patted Yan Jiuzheng's shoulder: "Okay, it's too late, are you hungry? Have a meal."

After dinner, Yan Jiucheng lay on the bed in his room and looked at the ceiling. The walls were covered with beautiful girls comics he liked when he was in junior high school. At that time, his mother was very dissatisfied with a boy posting these girls comics on the wall. Jiucheng made his mother speechless: If I hang some boy comics, you need to be nervous...

At least the sexual orientation is normal.

This is true. When Xiao Yanjiu beats Xiaoyan, this is true. His dream is also very manly. Some friends hope to be scientists in the future, some hope to be policemen, and some hope to be teachers.

Yan Jiucheng’s dream is only one: to save the world.

Because I am very outstanding in facial memory, although I don’t take the exam and have mediocre ability to memorize the textbook content, in the eyes of the little Yan Jiuzheng, it is a special ability.

People with special abilities can save the world.

How can a person like me live an ordinary life? Many people think so in their childhood, so they will have various dreams. As time goes by, how many people realize their dreams? Very few.

Time is indeed a pig-killing knife that destroys appearance and dreams.

Most people eventually return to life, and the older they grow up, the more they discover their ordinaryness. When they finally talk about such innocent and firm dreams as children, they will smile awkwardly and say, "I was so terrible at that time, I actually had that kind of fantasy."

Reality measures the distance from dream to fantasy.

Yan Jiucheng closed his eyes and touched the edge of the bed, and felt a bumpy area with extreme accuracy. He knew what he had carved without opening his eyes.

The small, tilted four words are engraved: Save the world.

The dreams left by childhood have passed in a blink of an eye.

Yan Jiucheng touched these words so gently and repeatedly.

It was light rainy, but it turned clear in the evening. The sun shone into the room and fell on Yan Jiucheng who was stroking his dream with his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes, and passion and anxiety burst out in his eyes.

On one side is a paradise of quiet times, and on the other side is a purgatory on the line of life and death. But when he was a child, he didn't know that "save the world" this dream, which seemed like a beautiful paradise, was completed in a purgatory with bones on the line of life and death.

In fairy tales, Ultraman will always defeat the little monsters, and death will not appear on the heroes who save the world, but the reality is not the case.

Saving the world, this dream is too grand and requires death to measure the distance from the dream to reality.

It seemed that it was a thought under impulse, and it seemed that the heroic complex fermented over the long years was unintentionally aroused. Yan Jiuzheng reached into his pocket and touched the glasses.

I stood up, opened the computer, clicked on the d disk, and found the hidden file.

Sure enough, a video was lying there quietly.

But Yan Jiuzheng is not surprised at all now. The computer has been at home. How others get files in? This technology is simply an insignificant pediatric department for that mysterious organization.

"The password is 022." Gu Miqing's voice came to his ears.

When entering the password, my hands were trembling. After entering, I put my hands on the enter key and didn't press it for a long time.

Press it! Finally someone discovered your special abilities and discovered your unique talents. What are you waiting for! Yan Jiuzheng was shouting when he was a child.

Maybe someone will die... Another voice came out to block it.

The children of the old Yan family have a positive outlook and cannot be cowardly! Grandpa's voice sounded.

For a moment, all kinds of villains in my heart fought.

I don’t know how long it took, but it took the sunset and the dusk was vast.

It's dark.

"Ninety percent! I'm out for dinner!" Yan's mother shouted.

For Yan Jiucheng, no matter what he does, he must make up for the bottom of the body. He must see it and draw conclusions, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable all over.

No matter what, I will talk about it after reading it, and see how it poisoned it, Yan Jiucheng thought.

With a clamor, at this moment, Yan Jiucheng pressed the enter and put on his glasses.

His mind suddenly became quiet, as if he was thinking about nothing, and as if he was thinking about all the questions.

The video was quietly placed, and the place where the disguiser walked to the expert and took out the information and asked the expert to sign it.

Seeing this, Yan Jiucheng's breathing became rapid. He even shook his whole body and took off his glasses suddenly. A layer of dense beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Gu Miqing said that right. He would find out how to assassinate when wearing glasses. He would find out how to assassinate when wearing glasses. He would find out that it was so simple that no matter how powerful he was, his naked eyes would never find the assassination method.

The moment you uncover the magic will make people suddenly realize it, and the moment you uncover the magic in front of you, except for the sudden realization, there is only creepy.

He knew the assassination method of this expert, what about other scientists?

Curiosity is endless. Once you wear these glasses, they will be like Sun Wukong's tight spell and cannot be taken off.

From resisting the tight-knot curse to accepting the tight-knot curse, and willingly escorting Tang Monk to seek the scriptures in the West, I am afraid that Sun Wukong's state of mind was the same as Yan Jiucheng's at this time.

Under the curiosity and confusion, putting on glasses instantly made him choose the latter between a peaceful paradise and a purgatory on the line of life and death.

Unrestrained.

And his blood is boiling.

"Fuck, such a dark hand?!" Yan Jiucheng looked at the expert in the video and twitched for a few seconds before not moving, and cursed in a low voice.

Through the lens, he saw a red line shot out from the pen holder in the expert's hand, which was so fast but obvious that it shot directly into the expert's eyes.

The expert just blinked his eyes a little uncomfortable, without any awareness. After signing the letter, he turned around and returned to the table, and died quietly in extreme pain in just a few seconds.

A line of words appeared on the screen: The disguiser number x, used the same method to assassinate two scientists, and was listed as first-level*.

If I were by his side, when this disguiser appeared as another expert, I would recognize him. The suspicious person appeared once. When he appeared in front of me for the second time, I would definitely be aware of it and would not give him a chance to poison him.

This group of agents and bodyguards are really trash!

Yan Jiucheng whispered a few words.

Just as he remembered the appearance of the sweeper in the corner of the video for the first time when he watched the video, when the cleaner, who was an expert, appeared on the screen again, Yan Jiucheng instantly realized him.

If Yan Jiuzheng was there at that time, if he was there.

One man is invincible.

A line of words appeared on the screen.

022, he recited.

It's 022 again.

"If you agree to join us, please enter 022."

The lines of words flashed.

This line of words represents Yan Jiucheng's journey from the quiet and peaceful years to the front line of life and death, unknown and mysterious.

The dangerous road representing a two-sided life is revealed at Yan Jiucheng's feet.

In 1940, French Agent No. 98x, top secret file:

In this world, the more people who work in espionage or anti-espionage, or undercover work, the more they are, the less ordinary people they are. They have fighting spirit, beliefs and desires that ordinary people do not have. You cannot think of them with the thinking of ordinary people. They are like scientists, they have the genes of madmen, but they are all geniuses.
Chapter completed!