Chapter 10 — Hiding for Five Years, One Night Becomes Legend

"Code name 'Thich' (Gai). Responsible for precise long-range attacks. Throwing knives, hidden weapons."

Next was a dark man: "Code name 'Ghost'. Infiltration, reconnaissance." A middle-aged man with a square face: "Code name 'Thiet Bich' (Iron Wall). Explosives and defense." A young man who looked to be in his 20s: “Code ‘Lightning’. Electronic warfare and communications.” Two women. A person with short hair and a cold face: "Calias 'Poisonous Snake'. Assassination." A man with long hair and smiling eyes: "Code name 'Doctor'. Battlefield emergency and biochemical." I nodded to each person. Then Dai Son approached: "I, alias 'Stattle Hammer'. Direct breakthrough. From now on, the two of us are a perfect pair."

“Duplicate?”

“That's right.” He chuckled, "I'm in charge of using the power of the frontal style, you're in charge of standing next to me and doing Tai Chi to knock people down. Perfect coordination."

I looked at his big, stupid face. Suddenly remembered Trieu Thiet Tru. Just as rude. Just as stupid. It also brings such a sense of peace of mind.

“Okay.” I replied, “Matching cards.”

【Chapter 9】 The next month is training time. But not like a regular army. "Photo" training has only one core - simulating real combat. There was no jogging and chanting slogans, no team exercises, no pull-ups. Each day there are only three subjects: Confrontation, penetration, and simulated mission drills. In sparring training, I fought each member one by one. The Sledgehammer attacked from the front, with unparalleled strength but full of loopholes. After being hit three times, he got smart and started using feigning movements to trick me into continuing the attack. Extremely fast progress. Thich's flying knife is extremely strange - no sound, no warning signs, dangerous angle. The first time I practiced fighting with him, I almost lost my life. A dagger flew from my blind spot. I had to rely on my "Hearing Power" at the last millimeter range before I could tilt my head to dodge. From that day on, I added hidden aura sensing exercises to my training goals. Venomous Snake is the most difficult. Her assassination technique is not a rough hand-to-hand combat style. It's about accurately attacking dangerous places. Each blow was aimed straight at the neck artery, temple, and back of the neck. The first time I practiced, when she approached me from behind, I could barely feel anything — until her fingertips were just two centimeters from my neck. Too dangerous. I turned around and used the "Wild Horse Parting His Mane" stance to push her hand away. She took a step back, her face expressionless.

“Good reflexes. But you have an opening.”

“Where?”

“45 degree angle to the back left. My hearing can't reach it.”

I froze. She's right. Tai Chi's hearing comes from the body's ability to sense the surrounding air flow. But everyone's senses have blind spots. My blind spot is the left rear 45 degree corner. Because when I was a child, I had otitis media in my left ear, and my hearing on that side was a little weaker than on the right. This weakness, for the past 5 years, no one has discovered. Yet the Venomous Snake saw through it through just one confrontation.

“Thank you.” I said.

She didn't pay any attention to me, turned around and left. Really cool. Outside of training hours, Thiet Son will hold mission briefing sessions. Those are all historical missions that have been completed — used to analyze real situations. Rescue hostages, purge designated targets, infiltrate enemy areas, and conduct anti-terrorist raids. Each mission is a thin line between life and death. That's when I realized the true weight of the "Photo" team. The team does not belong to any public entity. Its mission never appears on the news. Its members, legally — “do not exist”.