K7, chasing from behind, saw his captain, who was usually strong as a towering mountain and tall as a lighthouse, standing straight and upright with a “Don’t come near me” expression written all over his face that even the passing nurses took an anxious detour, avoiding him.
“They will need some time to rescue her. Have a sit.” K7 walked over to stand side by side with his captain, who was staring at the red light in the rescue room. He reminded him again, “You injured your hands twice. If you don’t want to clean them now, are you planning to stain Ye Jian’s face with your blood when she comes out?”
Xia Jinyuan raised his hand, looked at his palms, and finally moved.
When he sat in the cold plastic chair, he looked at K7 weakly. His clear forehead was still a little sweaty; he asked: “Will there be any sequel after she is rescued?”
“Way too many to mention.” K7 kept his usual succinct words and passed some medical supplies to his captain, “Here, clean yourself up.”
Hehe, he would let him worry more. Who asks him to beat Ye Jian up so badly? If he was going to be so worried now, then why did he act so ruthless?
Xia Jinyuan could see that his comrade was in a bad mood. He, too, was in a bad mood, so he didn’t ask any more after receiving the medical supplies. He didn’t even have the mood to speak now. It didn’t matter if there were sequelae. He only needed her to live well, as long as his “life” could wake up again and live well.
“Why did you want to teach her a lesson?” K7 couldn’t hold back his anger anymore, so he asked, “She is beaten so severely, what were you even thinking!”
What were you thinking? What was he thinking at that time?
He was thinking of those comrades who sacrificed, those who had been sent away and never returned, and those whose remains had yet to be found and couldn’t be sent back to their hometown.
“Do you still remember R2?” Xia Jinyuan wrapped his left palm with his injured right hand and then spoke without looking up, “She made the mistake R2 did that time, so I’m scared.”
R2’s old mistake!
K7’s body shivered, his fingertips trembling slightly. To hide his shock, K7 took the gauze in Xia Jinyuan’s right hand rudely, warped it around, and said nothing more.
R2 was their comrade. He died abroad two years ago. He wasn’t tasked to perform that mission; he requested to do it.
He said that that person was once his best brother, and he wanted to personally get rid of him for the sake of his country.
He died in the hands of his brother in the end. They were once so close that they could trust that they would have each other’s backs. When the news came, it was said that before he sacrificed, he asked his close brother, if he died in his hands, would he surrender himself?
That man said: “If you die, I will return home and surrender.”
R2 trusted his brother and used his own life to test it. As a result… he lost his bet and died in vain.
From the side entrance of the hospital, the members of the Elite Platoon who came up from the fire stairway came and felt the cool atmosphere. Xia Jinyuan rested his head against the cold wall; his expressionless eyes closed tightly.
Sitting on the plastic chair opposite him, K7 held his helmet and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
The two did not communicate, but there was a heavy and depressing atmosphere between the two of them. What…What happened! Did Blue Bird not make it?
Everyone’s heart stopped. Then, J5 walked over, with cold sweat all over his body; his expression was serious as he asked in a low voice, “How is the situation?”
