Chapter 15 — Hiding for Five Years, One Night Becomes Legend

Next was a dull echo. I stuck my head out the window and looked down - Sledgehammer grabbed Snake Head's neck with one hand, pinning him to the ground. The Snake Head's mouth continuously spit out blood foam, his eyes became wild. But still alive. The mission requires capture alive. Viper's voice rang in the headset: "Hostages found, 6 people, all alive. Being taken out." Next was Thiet Son's voice: "The entire team retreats. In two minutes, Thiet Bich will detonate the mine, cutting off the pursuit route." It's over. I stood by the broken window sill on the third floor, looking at the chaotic scene below. The night wind blew in, a bit chilly. Mission completed. 6 Chinese people are about to go home. I let out a breath. *Grandpa.* *You said Tai Chi is not for fighting and winning.* *You're right.* *It's for protecting people.* 【Chapter 13】 Return to base. Report mission completed. Thiet Son rarely opens a bottle of wine.

“Celebrate. One drink for everyone.”

Xie Hammer held the glass of wax closer: "Tai Chi, the last stroke you sent the guy flying out the window, wasn't it a bit too much? What if I can't block it?"

“I will definitely be able to help.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I was squatting downstairs for ten minutes, just waiting for someone to fly out.”

The Tackle Hammer was stunned for a second, then burst into laughter.

“The only way to understand me is Tai Chi!”

Likes pushing his glasses: "To be honest, your Tai Chi... is completely different from what's on TV."

“On TV it's a performance.”

“So what is yours?”

I thought for a bit. “It's my grandfather.” Everyone was silent for a moment. Lightning broke the atmosphere: "That's right, his previous squad leader - Trieu Thiet Tru, right? He left a legend for your old company."

“What legend?”

"The whole company is whispering to each other - 'Soft-Legged Shrimp' is actually a master of hidden professions. After 5 years of patting his neck and not dying, it's entirely because of his fate. Rumor has it that a few new recruits even specially came to take pictures of your old bed, considering it as a talisman."

Me: “…” Sledgehammer laughed hiccupingly: “It's a talisman, haha!” I shook my head. Take a sip of wine. Spicy. Not as good as the rice wine my grandfather brewed. But — warm enough. The sky outside the window is about to dawn. The contours of the hills and mountains in the distance gradually appeared. I remember the first day I joined the army, standing on the training ground of the new recruit company. The coach asked: "Does anyone have any talents?" I raised my hand.

“What talent?”

“Cooking.”

The coach smiled happily: "Okay, from now on you will take care of helping in the kitchen." So I worked as a kitchen assistant in the company for 5 years. Cooking for 5 years. By the way, he was the bottom of the list for 5 years. Now those days are over. I reached into my pocket. Inside there was a photo — a portrait of my grandfather. Black and white photo. The old man in the photo smiled very kindly, no different from the old men practicing Tai Chi in the park. *Grandpa.* I whispered in my heart. *I can't wait until I'm 28 years old.* *But I think, you won't blame me.* *Is that right?* The old man in the photo didn't answer. Just smile. Like when he was alive. I put the photo in my pocket. Turn around. Sledgehammer is arm wrestling with Thiet Bich — oh that's right, Sledgehammer is Dai Son, this guy has two nicknames. Likes to sit in the corner wiping throwing knives. The poisonous snake had a cold face and drank filtered water. The Doctor laughed Eyes apply medicine to Lightning - when retreating, Lightning was scratched by a tree branch and broke its skin. Thiet Son leaned his back against the door frame, looking at this group of people, the corner of his mouth curled up to an extent that was not easy to detect. This is my new team. My new family. I raised my glass of wine and walked to the window. The morning sun had just emerged from the top of the mountain, spreading a layer of brilliant golden light.

“Exhausted.” I said a word to the scene outside.

Dear sir. Respect for five years of patience.