I Added Everything to Strength

Withdrawing his fist, He Mu glanced at the red mark on the fist, and had a faint realization in his heart.

Combat experience is something that can only be obtained by fighting continuously, there is no shortcut.

Because combat experience not only includes combat techniques and strategies, but also includes awareness of one's own strength.

Just like him, even if he has 50 combat power now, he will subconsciously dodge when someone cuts him with a kitchen knife.

Because subconsciously, he was afraid of the kitchen knife, even if he could easily break the kitchen knife, he still couldn't escape the psychological shadow.

And by constantly fighting, you can gradually eliminate this subconsciousness and discover your true limit.

Just like that punch just now.

With a few more punches like that, he might dare to use his fists to head-on with something.

This is combat experience.

...

He Mu didn't listen to the three siblings of the Wei family beside him. After he had finished summarizing in his mind, three people from the special operations team rushed over not far away.

"What about the dead?"

"Inside." Wei Lan pointed to the second floor of a nearby building, and said sadly.

After hearing this, three members of the special operations team immediately carried a stretcher into the building, followed by He Mu and the third sibling of the Wei family.

When He Mu walked to the door of the house, two members of the special operations team had already come out carrying a stretcher.

There was a corpse on the stretcher, covered with a white cloth, which was stained red.

Seeing this scene, He Mu's heart suddenly became heavy.

Walking into the house, apart from a large pool of blood at the door, there are also strands of blood forming a route, stretching towards the bedroom.

Walking inside along the bloodstains, He Mu came to the bedroom.

The safe room of this family is in the bedroom. Looking at the blood trail, it is obvious that someone was injured and struggled to enter the safe room.

This made He Mu's heart move, and he blurted out, "Are the people inside still saved?"

The sigh of the remaining member of the special operations team was heard in the safe room.

"Oh, come and see for yourself."

He Mu was slightly taken aback, then walked into the safe room.

The special operations team members inside raised the lights, and the dark safe room became very bright.

Seeing the scene inside, He Mu's pupils kept shrinking, and his breathing became short unconsciously.

Inside was a young woman, leaning against the edge of the safe room, with a big gash in her stomach, surrounded by blood, and in her arms, there was a swaddle that was stained red with blood, and there was a baby in the swaddle, sleeping soundly .

"she……"

He Mu pointed at the woman, and subconsciously wanted to ask if there was any help.

At this time, Wei Lan's voice came from behind.

"When I came, she had already died of excessive blood loss."

...

Hearing this, He Mu exhaled deeply, and looked at the baby with sympathetic eyes.

At this time it does not know that it has become an orphan.

"Get the baby out, she's holding her tightly."

The special operations team member said softly.

"Um."

He Mu responded and stepped forward to help.

Just when he was about to push the woman's arm away, the mobile phone in the woman's hand caught his attention.

Because the phone screen is still on...

He Mu exerted a little force, and the phone was in his hand.

At this time, the mobile phone was opened on the memo page, and there were a few slightly confusing words on it.

"The baby is a little vitamin D deficient, and the doctor said to get more sun exposure.

...

He only likes to drink that brand of milk powder, the kind at home.

...

Babies are allergic to rubber.

..."

Afterwards, the sentences became more and more chaotic, and He Mu could imagine that,

When she took out her mobile phone and typed these words, the woman was already extremely weak and her consciousness was very vague.

But at the end, she still typed out a sentence clearly.

...

"The house is gone. The passbook is in the bedside cabinet. The baby has no other relatives. Find a good family for him. Thank you very much."

...

Seeing this, He Mu only felt that his heart was hammered hard, and there seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and he couldn't vomit.

Only at this moment did he know what each urgent mission meant.

It's not what he thought at the beginning, it means punishing murders and killing monsters, it means money, city contribution points and psychological satisfaction.

What every urgent mission really means is probably a human tragedy.

But after witnessing the tragedy with his own eyes, he found that seeing the miserable experience of his kind brought him a sense of sadness that no amount of mission income could smooth out.

At this moment, he didn't want to hear the reminder of the urgent mission anymore.

"call……"

With another breath, He Mu cut out the memo interface.

The mobile phone wallpaper is a group photo of a family of three. The man is in his twenties, with a simple and honest smile, and the woman is also smiling brightly. Among them, the baby who is now sleeping soundly in the swaddle is helped to sit up, with a small mouth pouted, and his face is full of tears. is reluctant.

He Mu didn't dare to look at the wallpaper again, so he quickly clicked on the call history.

The call log shows that the alarm call was made 20 minutes ago, which means that at most 20 minutes have passed since the Sickle Weasel's surprise attack.

In just twenty minutes, the fate of a family was completely changed.

Ordinary people are so fragile.

"Is there any important information on the phone?"

Wei Lan asked beside him.

"Look for yourself, there is this woman's last words in the memo."

He Mu's voice was hoarse, and he put his hand in Wei Lan's.

Wei Lan watched it for a while, and not long after, a video sounded on the phone.

Obviously, Wei Lan opened something that shouldn't be opened, such as... photo album.

"Look! This is my four-legged gold swallowing beast! It's been two months today!"

"The baby tells mom whether he loves dad more, or..."

...

As if hearing the mother's voice, the baby in the swaddle came to life, stretched out her little hand to the lifeless woman above, grinned at the corner of her mouth, and let out a "giggle" laugh.

"It's not necessary."

He Mu couldn't stand it anymore, took the phone from Wei Lan, and turned off the video inside.

A member of the special operations team next to him took the baby from the woman's arms.

wow wow wow...

In an instant, the cry was loud and clear.

Looking at the crying baby, Wei Lan said with difficulty:

"I... I should have come here earlier. If I had been earlier, she might not have died... Now this child is an orphan just like me."

After saying this, she turned around and walked out.

After a while, the sound of Wei Lan crying loudly came from outside, especially clear in this silent night.

He Mu sighed inwardly.

This world makes some people have to be cold outside and hot inside.

Just like Wei Lan.

Those swear words blurted out, careless behavior, and the tattoo on the neck are nothing but protective colors disguised because of insecurity.

At the beginning, Uncle Li said that the three siblings were reliable, so he believed it.

Because of this, he never got angry because of some words and actions of Wei Lan.

...

After a while, the crying subsided, and the stretcher was carried up again.

Seeing that the special operations team member was about to take the child away, He Mu asked softly, "Brother, what are you going to do with this child?"

"Send it to the orphanage. If someone adopts it, he will have a new home."

"What if not?"

"The state will bring him up."