Right on Target

December 2160 in the old world, snowy day.

Xie Zhenshu finished his one-year training and went to Mackerel Port, ready to board the train heading to the city.

The flight attendant checked the certificate and asked, "Are you from the combat force in the port area?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes."

"Thank you for your dedication to the alliance," the flight attendant, dressed in sloppy clothes, raised his hand in a perfunctory salute, "Go ahead. Next!"

Xie Zhenshu took back the certificate and said, "Thank you."

He crossed the checkpoint, raised the heavy cotton curtain, and walked to the waiting point. It is 7 o'clock in the morning, and the sky in the mackerel port is still dark, and a few dim lights are lit in the waiting train. Half of the simple shelter collapsed, and heavy snow fell from the top, laying a white blanket near the waiting point.

Xie Zhenshu was wearing a coat and carrying a simple travel bag. Because of his handsome face and outstanding stature, he attracted many people's attention. But his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were cold after standing still, making people afraid to talk to him.

After more than ten minutes, the train hadn't arrived yet, and the passengers stood together and complained, stamping their hands and feet in the cold.

"The power and water were cut off during the war..."

"No way, who let the Northern Front Alliance take the lead in provoking and killing 'Fox Eye' in the border forest."

"I read in the news that 'Fox Eye' is our number one sniper, why did he die?"

"Because the Panthers sent 7-001."

"It's Black Panther again!"

"Recently, the war is tense, and rumors are spreading everywhere that the Black Panther's undercover agent has sneaked into our interior. Oh, now we have to check our documents wherever we go, it's very strict."

"I don't see it well..."

A few months ago, the top sniper "Fox Eye" of the Southern Alliance was killed. The news detonated the news and public opinion of the Southern Alliance. The military set up an intelligence preparation team overnight and held an emergency meeting. They believe that someone inside the city has leaked the trajectory of "Fox Eye", and this person is likely to be an undercover agent sent by the Black Panther. For this reason, they transferred Xie Zhenshu back to the urban area from the training ground of the special forces on the southern line, and asked him to secretly investigate the undercover Black Panther under the guise of "retired wounded of the combat troops in the port area".

"Please take your luggage and check your belongings." The flight attendant squeezed into the crowd holding the stop sign with one hand, "Again, please take your luggage... sir, you lost something."

Xie Zhenshu turned his face to the side, watching the flight attendant handing over a newspaper. He took it, and said again when he lowered his eyes: "Thank you."

The flight attendant didn't seem to hear it, and then walked in, and continued to shout like an errand: "Please take your luggage, arrange them neatly, and don't be crowded..."

Xie Zhenshu opened the newspaper, it was today's news, but some of the content had been edited, and the pieced together information was—

[Mission objective: Black Panther leads the dog. 】

[No. 7-006, 179cm tall, 63kg in weight, passed the Black Panther test and entered the Special Forces in 2160. 】

[This person is good at disguising. He once defrauded the border troops of 5 million combat funds, and sneaked into the alliance city alone to defraud the urban support club of 2 million in aid. Before "Foxeye" died, he appeared in the border force again, successfully passed the polygraph test, resold 579 boxes of guns and ammunition for the border force, and handed over the whereabouts of "Foxeye" to the Black Panthers, causing heavy losses to the alliance. 】

[However, its name is unknown, and the details of the special equipment review are unknown. 】

Attached below is a surveillance photo of 7-006 during the polygraph test. The photo should be intercepted, black and white, and the definition is not high. Even the outline of 7-006 can't be seen clearly, only he can be seen as a man.

Xie Zhenshu breathed out steam, his brows and eyes were shrouded in white mist. After a few minutes he folded the newspaper and put it in his coat pocket.

At this time, the bell at the waiting point rang. The flight attendant climbed up the railing, held up the stop sign, and shouted: "Retreat behind the yellow line, get on the train one by one, don't squeeze!"

In the distance, the train whistled and slowly approached through the snowy morning. The heads of the people around were shaking, everyone was already cold with cold hands and feet, how could they listen to the flight attendant's dissuasion, and rushed forward one after another, while the chatterers were still yelling.

"This train comes and goes one less time, maybe there will be more tomorrow."

"Battles are hard to fight..."

"Everything is based on combat troops, let's go."

The train came into the station, stopped at the waiting point, made a "ch-" jet sound, and opened the door.

Xie Zhenshu followed the crowd and got on the train. His ticket was provided by the alliance intelligence team. Because he was a "wounded person", he was arranged in the front compartment of the train. The facilities in the front train compartment are relatively complete. It is a double room. In addition to heating, catering is also provided. Xie Zhenshu entered the room and found that the fellow passengers had already arrived.

He stood still and said quietly, "Hello."

The other party was unprepared, as if startled by the "Hello", he hurriedly got up and replied, "You, you are also good."

As he spoke, the book in his arm slipped.

The other party hurriedly leaned over to pick it up, and hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry."

Xie Zhenshu lowered his eyes and saw a few ghostly symbols floating out of the book. The other party groped for a long time, but did not pick it up. Xie Zhenshu bent down, picked up those paintings, and handed them to the other party.

But the other party seemed to have not seen it, and was still groping on the ground.

Xie Zhenshu said: "Your painting."

The other party said "ah", touched the edge of the painting with his fingertips, and thanked him, "Thank you."

Xie Zhenshu didn't let go of his fingers immediately.

"Oh..." The other party had a pair of glasses with gold wire frames on his face. For some reason, his eyes were foggy, looking confused and dull, "Well... I'm sorry to trouble you, I just... a week ago... He looked a little frustrated, and forced the corners of his mouth to move, as if smiling to appease Xie Zhenshu, "I just couldn't see it."

Xie Zhenshu said, "Oh."

He let go of his fingers, stood up, and saw that the other party clipped the painting into the book, and the corners were all folded up without knowing it.

The other party said shyly, "Sit whatever you want."

Xie Zhenshu put the simple accompanying bag at his feet, took off his coat, and revealed the shirt and vest inside. The retired and wounded soldiers of the combat troops have to go to the city to be interviewed by the commander. They can't dress casually, but they can't be fancy. This kind of three-piece suit with ordinary style and simple appearance is the best. He had just left the training ground, and everything had to be arranged by the intelligence team.

The other party also sat down and asked, "Do you drink water? I'll pour it for you."

Xie Zhenshu said: "No."

He conveniently nodded and smiled, picked up the pen on the table, and drew on the scattered white paper.

Xie Zhenshu looked out the window, the snow was flying like catkins, burying the towns not far away, and he couldn't see the half-different colors.

His parents are both members of the alliance, but he left early and no one at home took care of him, so he went to the alliance education base. After living in the base for a few years, he was admitted to the Union Military Academy, graduated and was sent to the Port Operations Department. He stayed in the Mackerel Port for a while, and was finally transferred to the Southern Front Special Forces. The training ground there is year-round It's snowing.

The person writing and painting on the opposite side suddenly said: "Are you going to the city too?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes."

The other party said: "Me too, I plan to go to the city to see a doctor."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes."

The other party said: "Listen to your accent, are you from the north?"

Xie Zhenshu said nothing.

Holding the pen, the other party apologized in a panic: "No, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay," Xie Zhenshu turned his head, his eyes crossed the boundary line, and saw the other party's paintings, "Are you a painter?"

"Do whatever you want..." The other party lost his tone, "I used to want to be a painter, but now I can't."

Xie Zhenshu seldom had contact with the outside world, so he was silent for a moment and asked, "What are you painting?"

The other party pushed the painting over and said, "Animals."

Xie Zhenshu followed the trend and saw that the paper was full of lines that did not form a pattern.

The other party was very shy and asked, "Is the painting okay?"

Xie Zhenshu: "..."

He was not good at lying, so he had to keep silent.

The other party, however, took this silence as a compliment, put down his pen and applauded himself, with a joyful face, and said, "Do you usually look at paintings? My teacher... my teacher said that I draw well, and I will wait until the battle is over." When it’s over, you can consider holding an art exhibition.”

Xie Zhenshu chose the answer in the echo and answer, saying: "I don't read it."

The other party said: "It's okay if you don't look at it. If you are interested, I can talk to you. It takes more than 30 hours from here to the city. It is too boring to be alone. What animals do you usually like? I will draw them for you. Bar."

Xie Zhenshu: "..."

He could turn out the dagger and violently kill people within two seconds, but he couldn't answer this question.

After a while, he said the first lie: "I like cats."

"Oh, cats." The other party raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his head and drew circles on the paper, "I like cats too. Do you like white cats and black cats?"

Xie Zhenshu is used to reading white, and said: "Black cat."

The other party let out a "huh", and the little finger rubbed against the paint, leaving a bunch of marks on the paper. He nodded seriously, and said: "Black cat is good, black cat is cute, black cat is invincible!"

After all, he scribbled on the paper, and the brushstrokes of the painting were extremely wild and uninhibited.

In the end, he blew lightly on the painting, handed Xie Zhen the book, and said, "Here it is for you."

Xie Zhenshu took over the painting.

The other party smiled slightly, the eyes behind the lenses were pure and kind, looking at the Xie Pillow Book mistyly.

Xie Zhenshu said politely: "Thank you."

The other party said: "You are welcome, this painting of mine is not original, it is an antique copied from my teacher. Do you know that there used to be a painter named 'Xia Jiang'? He died at home. My teacher cherished his paintings very much, and he didn’t usually show them to others. I spent all my savings in order to copy them. In the past, it was nothing. After the money was spent, I could still earn a living by selling paintings. But now I can't see my eyes, and my previous employers don't want me anymore, so I have to wash dishes for people to earn some money. Who knows that my eyesight is bad, and the dishes are not easy to clean. I was kicked out a few days ago. Living on the street, I had to find a way to cure my eyes..."

Seeing that the other party was about to cry, Xie Zhenshu couldn't help feeling his scalp go numb, and said, "I'll give you the money."

"Really? You are so kind, alas..." The other party spread his dirty palms, with a sincere and hopeful expression, "Just give me twenty yuan!"

What "Xiajiang", he was just talking nonsense the whole time.