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  Life is like a play, on that magnificent and colorful stage of years, everyone plays a role, each role has a unique life trajectory, no one dares to say they have no secrets, Zhuge Dachang also has an unknown past.

  Twenty years ago, he walked out of the small village on the east coast and entered the Feilong training base with a dream in his heart. It was a cradle for special forces to cultivate talents. He trained hard in the cold winter and hot summer, growing up day by day, his voice gradually becoming hoarse, and his second brother slowly grew curly hair.

  Time flies, he entered the confused youth, began to learn to fantasize about the scenery under girls' skirts, first saw Ms. Fan's short film, first had a collecting impulse for women's underwear, but before he could act, he was sent to the Yanlong Special Forces.

  A fine sword is forged in the fire, plum blossoms fragrance comes from bitter cold. His body was tempered in the cruel training of special forces, all test scores were among the top, a thousand times refined elite special soldier was born.

  After layers of confrontation and assessment, Zhuge Dachang was finally selected for the newly established Longya Sharp Blade Team of the Flame Dragon Special Forces, nicknamed "Swift Dragon". Their training subjects were to take the enemy general's head in the midst of thousands of enemies, a special team that specialized in executing beheading operations on the battlefield.

  When scolding people, start with their mothers; when capturing bandits, capture the leader first. When a tree falls, the monkeys will scatter; without a leader, a group of dragons will become a plate of scattered sand. As long as you behead the enemy's commander, it means that the goddess of victory has already lifted her skirt. As for how to win her favor with what posture, it depends on personal preference.

  Everyone in the Dragon Tooth Squad is a top-notch special forces soldier who can take on hundreds of enemies alone. In the global special forces competition, they have won both team and individual championships for ten consecutive years, making them the world's most recognized small unit with the strongest single-soldier combat capability.

  Glory in front of people, sorrow behind them. Being a soldier is hard, being an elite soldier is even harder. Every day is just training and more training. How many people can understand the loneliness and emptiness in this?

  In many sleepless nights, Zhuge Dachang could only face his second brother with a sorrowful expression, and then beat up the disobedient little brother. Over the years, the wall by his bed gradually became mottled...

  He was then assigned to the United Nations peacekeeping forces, mainly tasked with protecting the medical teams of the International Red Cross. For several years, he traveled with the team to multiple countries and regions.

  At the beginning of this year, he went to a country in the Middle East with a medical team and provided medical assistance in the buffer zone. After a major battle, three veteran doctors ignored the dissuasion from the peacekeeping troops and entered the combat zone for rescue work.

  Zhu Ge Dachang was a member of the entourage at that time. Shortly after entering the combat zone, they were hit by artillery shells, and three doctors died on the spot. This unexpected incident also caused multiple deaths and injuries. Because the three deceased doctors were internationally renowned medical experts, the resulting public opinion was extraordinary.

  The international community strongly condemned both sides of the exchange, and as an accompanying bodyguard, Zhuge Dachang and others were also accused of being incompetent in their protection. He returned home in a low-key manner under public pressure, and finally, under the pressure of public opinion, the Flame Dragon Special Forces reluctantly stripped him of his military status.

  After serving as a soldier for over a decade, Xue Dachang returned to his hometown with empty hands. Feeling unfulfilled, he decided to rely on his own two hands to create a new life. He arrived at the Zhonghai Port and, through an acquaintance's introduction, became a dockworker...

  It's said that a good man doesn't mention his past bravery, and after finishing speaking of those not-so-glorious events, Zhuge Dachang couldn't help but feel emotional. Wu Ming listened quietly to his story, then smiled and said: "Pig Brother, your story can be written into a bloody tear-jerking biography, it's definitely going to be a bestseller."

  "Get out..." Zhuge Dachang cursed with a smile, then he stared at Wu Ming without blinking and continued: "Speak up! I think you're mysterious and secretive, definitely having many stories."

  Wu Ming's face turned solemn, and he said sorrowfully: "I am a man without a story!"

  "Is it because you've done so many bad things that they can't be recorded on bamboo slips, so you don't dare to speak?"

  "Do I look like someone who has lost all sense of conscience?" Wu Ming rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, saying: "To be honest, I've lost my memory."

  "Amnesia?" Zhuge Daichang was taken aback, slowly opening his phone album, flipping out a beautiful woman's photo and handing it to him, asking calmly: "Do you know this girl?"

  Wu Ming glanced over and replied without hesitation: "Rina Inoue!"

  Zhuge shouted: "Damn it! Even the old veterans of the small movie industry know you, and you still dare to say that you have amnesia?"

  "My head was hit by an unknown object, and I don't even remember my name..." Wu Ming paused for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and continued: "In short, there are many things that I just can't recall."

  "Could it be Alzheimer's? That disease is really hard to cure."

  "What a load of nonsense!" Wu Ming waved his hand impatiently and shouted, "Don't ask me anymore, with my IQ, it's hard to explain clearly to you!"

  Zhuge Dachang raised his hand and shouted in a harsh voice: "You want a beating, you little brat?"

  Just as they were in the midst of a lively conversation, Leng Bing walked in from outside, holding a thermos and a fast food box. "What are you guys talking about? You're laughing so happily?"

  "Wu Ming casually replied: 'Nothing much, we were just chatting about some dedicated foreign actresses and paying tribute to their outstanding contributions.'"

  Other men might talk about Sophia Marceau, but these two rascals didn't need to be guessed what actor they were talking about. The cold and icy voice hummed and said: "Stop chatting, eat!"

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  At 3 pm, Zhuhai Airport, Wu Ming sent Li Tianheng and two lawyers from An'er Company to the plane with Leng Bingbing. In order to take care of Zhuge Dachang, he did not return to China Sea with them.

  As soon as Wu Ming walked out of the airport, he discovered two tails, who were two scouts under Tang Yusan. Their tracking skills were really pathetic, and they even thought they could cover their faces with newspapers, deceiving themselves into thinking that Wu Ming hadn't noticed them.

  Back in the city center, two detectives still followed him stealthily, Wu Ming wasn't trying to shake them off, but rather didn't want to shake them off. Wandering around alone was a bit boring, having two followers for company wasn't bad either.

  Wu Ming wandered around the streets for half a day and somehow walked into a massage parlor. He didn't know why he went in, and by the time he reacted, he was already in the lobby of the massage parlor.

  There were no girls exposing themselves in the hall, all services were clearly priced, and it seemed quite regular. Since I came, I might as well get a massage, 500 yuan for an hour, Wu Ming didn't find anything wrong with that.

  Five hundred yuan an hour, if it's just a regular massage, that's really expensive. After paying the money, the boss brazenly handed him a set, Wu Ming showed a embarrassed expression, the water here is deep.

  "Boss, I'm just here for the massage."

  I know!

  Wu Ming waved the sleeve in his hand and asked, "What's this thing for?"

  "This is a gift from our store!"

  "'Gift?' Wu Ming's mouth twitched twice as he said, 'I've never met anyone who considered this thing a gift before.'"

  The boss smiled and said: "This is a new product, I heard there are big prizes inside!"

  Big prize? Is this thing a leak? The so-called big prize is just a gun that kills people? Wu Ming shook his head, casually stuffed the new product into his pocket, and followed the boss to turn left and right into a small black room.

  Wu Ming lay on the massage bed for a while, and then heard the sound of high heels hitting the ground. He turned his head to see a female technician wearing a nurse-like uniform walking in, who was quite attractive.

  The female technician walked up to him and asked indifferently, "Do you want to take off your clothes?"

  The air conditioner in the room is still quite useful, and the room isn't cold. Wu Ming closed his eyes and lazily said, "Take it off!"

  Hearing the rustling sound, Wu Ming opened his eyes to find that the female technician had already stripped naked. Her smooth and delicate skin was so white it was dazzling. He was startled and slid under the bed, pointing at the nude woman and exclaimed: "Why did you take off all your clothes?"

  "Massage!"

  "Shouldn't I take off my clothes for a massage?"

  The female technician rolled her eyes and said, "If you want to take it off, take it off. If you don't want to take it off, then don't!"

  The water here is indeed very deep, and the fruit that's being sold under a sheep's head is actually dog meat. Wu Ming felt his forehead sweating, and bitterly smiled: "I just came for a massage, not to do that kind of thing!"

  The female technician was taken aback, her hands clasped over her shoulders, and coldly said: "I only sell my body, not my skills!" After finishing speaking, she lay down on the massage bed, picked up a magazine from the low cabinet, and raised her legs.

  What a bold and daring woman!

  Her straightforward words made Wu Ming a bit stunned, and he stood there stupidly. The female technician glanced at the wall clock and said slowly: "Boss, reminder, there are still 56 minutes left."

  In broad daylight, they're engaging in illicit activities, truly brazen. Since money has been paid, it can't be wasted, Wu Ming chuckled and reluctantly got on the bed. The female technician openly spread her legs and asked: "Do you want me to change positions?"

  "Uh! Never mind!"

  As a gunner who had seen countless women, Wu Ming still encountered this kind of extreme woman for the first time. No matter how he posed her, she could be photographed, and no matter how hard Wu Ming tried, she remained expressionless from head to toe, without making a sound.

  This woman is really stupid!

  Wu Ming was lying on her body, sweating profusely, with a disappointed expression. The female technician was still flipping through the magazine, muttering to herself: "What a boring story, it's really fucking boring..." As she glanced at the clock on the wall, she patted Wu Ming's back and continued: "Boss! There's still some time, do you want to come again?"

  "No more, no more."

  The female technician said coldly: "Since you don't want it anymore, then stop pressing down on me, it's really crushing me to death!"

  People all say do one line love one line, what attitude does this woman have! Isn't she too unprofessional? Wu Ming got dressed and put on a poker face, the woman's expression reminded him of Leng Bing.

  That little girl on the bed won't be like this, will she? On the night of the wedding, the groom worked hard with his head down, while the bride calmly read a business plan, her body unresponsive, with an expression that didn't hurt or itch. In the end, she even asked if he wanted more. Just thinking about it makes people angry, who would dare to marry such a woman?

  Wu Ming walked out of the massage parlor with a dejected air, like a soldier who had lost a battle. Two detectives who had been keeping watch for half a day in a corner on the street exchanged a few words in hushed tones.

  The fat detective took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and said in a low voice: "Boss! We've got that kid coming out, looks like he's been drained..." Not knowing what was shouted on the other end of the phone, he hastily moved the phone away, and after a while, he picked it up again, nodded, and replied: "Got it."

  "What did the boss say?"

  "She let us keep following..." The fat detective sighed: "That kid is in contact with someone."

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