Characters Lead the First Person, Greed Wolf Star

Severe cold and severe winter, somewhere in the northeast.

Between the white mountains and the black waters, in a deep valley hidden in the mountains, the black pine forests of hundreds of years are densely surrounded here.

There are a few small flats that were artificially opened up in the mountains, and a dozen long-row wooden houses that are almost integrated with the pine forest are quietly hidden. Several teams are only wearing camouflage trousers, bare chests and backs, revealing strong thighs, barefooted young men are carrying thick log stakes, shuttling in the mountains and forests, running up and down the hillsides, under man-made obstacles. Climbing and dawdling in the group.

The temperature was in the minus thirty degrees, but the bodies of these sturdy young men were steaming and sweating like rain. Under the bronze-colored skin, the blood vessels of these youths protruded like earthworms, and they were squirming along with their violent movements, full of an insolent but strict sense of power.

Tan Lang, dressed as a patient, was standing at the window of a wooden house with a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, staring blankly at the group of young people who were wantonly pouring youth and heat in the ice and snow. The smoke wafted in front of him, masking a trace of bewilderment and dazedness on his unshaven face.

The windows were wide open, and the temperature inside the house was no different from the outside. Tan Lang was wrapped in a blue and white striped patient suit, and his hairy calves were exposed in the icy air. A thick bandage was tightly bound on his left ankle, and blood was leaking faintly.

In addition to the injury near the ankle, Tan Lang's left shoulder was also wrapped like a zongzi, and the smell of medicine and blood continued to spread out.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew, and Tan Lang's delicate body suddenly shivered. He murmured a curse, his right arm slid down from the collar as if without a bone, and scratched fiercely on his back for a while. Five dexterous fingers scratched all over the entire back, and he scratched many places that were completely unreachable by ordinary people.

After scratching hard for a while, Tan Lang pulled out his hand and flicked off a few pieces of skin flakes embedded in his fingernails. He suddenly sighed heavily.

The wooden door of the house was kicked open, and a middle-aged man in his early forties wearing a camouflage training uniform strode in. He frowned at Tan Lang, who was standing at the window in a daze, and suddenly stood at attention and shouted loudly, "Crazy Wolf Star!"

Tan Lang stood at attention almost instinctively, the cigarette hanging at the corner of his mouth spewed out with a 'huh', and he responded with a loud 'here'!

Turning around neatly, Tan Lang raised his right hand and gave the middle-aged man a military salute. But his left ankle suddenly softened, his body staggered, and he almost fell to the ground.

Cursing angrily, Tan Lang glanced at his left foot angrily, and the trace of bewilderment and confusion appeared on his face again. He didn't even look at the middle-aged man, turned around and closed the window, and sat down on the only chair in the room.

The middle-aged man glanced at Tan Lang and threw a few documents and a bank card on the floor in front of Tan Lang.

"Two ways. The first one, you retire due to an injury on the job. A SWAT team is being formed in your hometown, and you take your pension to be their captain."

The dull face twitched, and Tan Lang grabbed a cigarette out of nowhere and put it in his mouth. The middle-aged man walked up to Tan Lang, took out a match, and lit a cigarette for him. Taking a deep breath and exhaling a thick puff of light blue smoke, Tan Lang said coldly with a hoarse throat, "I don't like this errand."

Looking deeply at Tan Lang, the middle-aged man said solemnly, "Think clearly, I would rather you be the captain."

Tan Lang lazily stretched out his right leg and shook a few times, staring at the middle-aged man without saying a word.

Shaking his head, the middle-aged man said coldly, "Change clothes and meet someone with me. However, I would rather you not meet him."

Looking at the middle-aged man in amazement, Tan Lang frowned and thought for a while, then managed to prop up his body with his right leg, and staggered towards the closet in the corner of the room one step at a time.

The middle-aged man shook his head and took a deep breath,

Then slowly spit it out.

Five minutes later, the middle-aged man brought Tan Lang to a small two-story wooden building at the end of the mountain. Arriving here, the middle-aged man solemnly warned Tan Lang, then turned around and left.

Glancing at the two-story wooden buildings, Tan Lang squinted and walked slowly into the building with a cane, and turned to the front of an office. Without knocking on the door, Tan Lang twisted his hips, slammed the door open with his butt, and walked in crookedly.

In the office that originally belonged to the middle-aged man, behind the desk full of combat maps, a man with a dark face, wearing a black suit, and huge black sunglasses covering most of his face, looked like a black man. The middle-aged man with the bat was sitting upright on the office chair, with his hands on the table, looking straight at Tan Lang.

Tan Lang closed the door of the office with his butt, leaned against the wooden door, and looked at the man in black also deeply.

After a full quarter of an hour, Tan Lang suddenly laughed: "Why does it mean that a man and a woman are in love with each other affectionately? What's your last name? What's your name?"

The man in black retracted his gaze, grabbed two portfolios from his side, put them in front of him, and said dryly, "You can call me Pharaoh."

"Your real name?" Tan Lang asked curiously.

"It's just a symbol, does it make sense?" The man in black said with a dry smile, "I forgot what my surname was."

Taking out a cigarette and stuffing it into his mouth, he took a deep breath after lighting the fire, and Tan Lang muttered in a low voice, "I don't want to go to old age."

The man in black smiled, and he said deeply: "The soldier king who can be nicknamed the Greedy Wolf Star should not have gone to old age. I will give you a chance to let your Killing Star be able to look proud of the world, you don't have to be too much. Thank me."

'Look at the world with a smile on his face', after hearing these words, Tan Lang suddenly burst out laughing.

The crutch slammed hard on his left ankle, and Tan Lang sneered: "Are you laughing at me? My left ankle hamstring was broken, and my left shoulder tendon was also cut off. I'm already a waste!"

Turning around and opening the door, Tan Lang scolded, "I thought there was some good work waiting for me!"

The old man in black laughed dryly: "There is a place, there is something that can heal your muscles and bones. With your conditions, those people will be happy to use this precious medicine to heal you."

Tan Lang's body suddenly froze, he blew out a thick cloud of smoke, and muttered in a low voice: "Those experts have already said that I am lucky to be able to walk with crutches in the future. Those people are better than those in the military hospital. Are experts still strong?"

The black-clothed old man said deeply: "The world is huge, and there are all kinds of wonders. Do it according to my arrangement, your foot injury and shoulder injury can definitely be cured. That kind of medicine is very precious, but because of some of your personal conditions, they Will be willing to spend a lot of money on you."

After closing the door, Tan Lang walked to the desk, looked down at the old king in black, and said word by word, "Tell me, what do you want me to do. Explain to me, what are those things on me? What do people like?"

Looking up at Tan Lang, the old man in black also said word by word: "Think clearly, join us, you must say goodbye to everything in the past. You will lose all your past experience, your name, and everything you have. Social connections, lose everything you know."

Taking a deep breath, the old man in black continued to say in that cold tone: "You will have a new name, a new identity, a new face, a new resume, everything will be brand new. In the future, you will face challenges that are ten times a hundred times more dangerous than you are in the special forces. Most of the time, you will be alone."

"Undercover?" Tan Lang laughed, he spit the cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth on the ground, grabbed another cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking at the black-clothed old king, Tan Lang asked with a smile, "Then, when will I be able to change back to myself?"

The old king in black looked at Tan Lang and said word by word, "When, when necessary."

Shaking his head, Tan Lang sighed, "I said I didn't say it. However, I don't want to retire, and I don't want to be disabled for a lifetime. So, I did it!"

Looking at Tan Lang deeply, he stared at Tan Lang for nearly ten minutes before the old man in black grabbed a file bag in front of him, took out a thick stack of documents from it, and read it out slowly. .

Name: Tan Lang

Code Name: Greedy Wolf Star

Position: Commander of the first vanguard of a special brigade of a military region.

Resume: Enlisted in the army in 2015, the first year in the military area recruit competition comprehensive first. In 2016, the 38th place in the comprehensive military skills competition of the whole army. In 2017, the 7th place in the comprehensive military skills competition of the whole army. In 2018, he was specially selected into the "Broken Army" special team, codenamed Greedy Wolf Star. . .

One task record after another was read out by the old man in black. Tan Lang's unshaven face was gradually covered by the smoke from the cigarette, and he couldn't see his expression at the moment.

"In the cross-border mission in 2023, he led a detachment of elite soldiers to ambush, covered the retreat of the entire team with one person, broke through the encirclement of nearly a thousand special soldiers, and was surrounded and killed by forty-seven ace snipers, and accidentally stepped on the ankle of an anti-infantry mine. The hamstring was injured. Afterwards, 93 elite soldiers were killed in melee combat and returned to the base smoothly... In the last melee conflict, the left shoulder was severely injured by the army thorn, and the injury cannot be cured."

Touching the thick resume with a hint of appreciation, the old king in black looked at Tan Lang and asked, "Really willing?"

Tan Lang looked at the black-clothed old man and nodded vigorously: "As long as I don't become disabled and don't let me go to old age, I'm willing!"

After a while of silence, Tan Lang added: "Anyway, I'm alone, I'm willing!"

He took out a tin bucket from under the desk, and the old man in black burned all of Tan Lang's resumes.

Looking at Tan Lang, the black-clothed old man said solemnly: "Then, forget everything about your past, and all written and electronic documents related to you will be completely destroyed. Any bit of relevant information may cause great harm to you in the future. Threat. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

"You will gradually contact our target according to our arrangement. Your future identity is that of an undercover agent."

"The agency I belong to, code-named 'Tianluo', will not retain any information about you. Everything about you will only have one-way contact with me. Except for me, no one in this world will know your true identity. No one can prove your true identity except me."

"You still have ten seconds to regret whether to join us."

The old man in black looked at Tan Lang, and Tan Lang, who was breathing thick smoke, also looked at the old man in black.

Ten seconds later, Tan Lang asked with a smile, "You really don't keep any information?"

The old man in black nodded solemnly: "For an organization that has visited the central vault of the Federal Reserve several times, any written or electronic information is unsafe. For your safety, no one will know about you except me. identity."

Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, Tan Lang asked curiously, "With Tianluo, there should be an Internet cafe?"

After pondering for a moment, the old king in black smiled. He said indifferently: "Tianluo is in charge of 'control', and Diwang is in charge of... Haha!"

"Haha!" Tan Lang laughed a few times, imitating the voice of the black-clothed old man. He raised his right hand, poked in from the collar, and scratched his itchy back for a while, very serious. Said, "I did it!"

. . .

. . .

Name: Wu Wang

Nickname: Three-clawed cat

Identity: A gangster who violated military discipline and was kicked out of the house.

Specialty: Extremely dexterous with both hands, good at casino cheating and theft.

Experience: In a province in the southwest, after offending a big man, he smuggled into several countries in Southeast Asia to spend his days.

Occupation: Undercover!