Chapter 19 — Hiding for Five Years, One Night Becomes Legend

I rushed in front of the two guys on the left - both hands simultaneously making a move, a variation of the "Song Phong Quan Nhi" attack, both hands hitting hard on the sides of the two guys' necks. They rolled their eyes. Soft like noodles. Sledgehammer rushed to the right - grabbed one guy in each hand, directly smashing their heads together.

“Cop.” The two guys didn't move anymore.

Eight people. All resolved. Hostage — No one was injured. The main lobby of the shopping center was silent for three seconds. And then — Crying broke out. More than 300 people burst into tears simultaneously. Some people called out their loved ones' names, some people frantically struggled to untie the ropes, some people knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed. A little girl was hugged tightly by her mother, crying so much that she couldn't breathe. I stood in the middle of that chaotic scene. Adrenaline in the body is slowly receding. Hands tremble a bit. But still restrained. Sledgehammer walked over and slapped me on the back.

“Spill bullets.”

Just those two words. Enough. 【Chapter 17 & 18 (Conclusion)】 I did not participate in the subsequent handling of the scene. The person of “Photo” will never appear in any public frame. The special police team took over the scene. On the news, it was reported: "Many departments coordinated operations and successfully rescued all hostages." No one knew that 8 people broke into it at 3 am. And no one needs to know. On the flight back to base, everyone fell asleep. Sledgehammer's snoring sound shook the whole plane. Likes to lean against the window and sleep very peacefully. Viper closed her eyes, but I doubted she was asleep — this person was always like a tightly compressed spring. I don't sleep. Leaning back in the chair, watching the clouds outside the window. Reach into your pocket and touch the letter. And his photo. *(Some time ago, I received an envelope from my old company given by Thiet Son)* That letter was written by Trieu Thiet Tru. The handwriting is scribbled, you can tell by looking at it that it belongs to a writer struggling to squeeze out each word. *"To Hua Bac (Soft Leg Shrimp):"* *"You suddenly disappeared, saying you were discharged because of an injury. With a fart injury, where could your body be injured? The company commander said he wouldn't let you ask, so I didn't ask anymore."* *"But I know you must have gone off to do something big."* *"I didn't tell anyone about that day. Team leader Tran also didn't say it. The 11 of us gathered together, agreed on the statement - just said that they encountered a scattered armed group and coordinated with the reinforcements to deal with it. Your name does not appear in any reports."* *"Don't worry."* *"There's one more thing."* *"Last year you worked the night shift for me 13 times. Do you think I didn't know? I pretended to sleep."* *"Last year my mother was in the hospital and you secretly transferred 3,000 yuan to my bank card I can't find out."* *"Are you saying you're a soft-legged shrimp? You're the toughest guy."* *"Stop writing. I don't know how to write these cheesy words."* *"Just one sentence —"* *"In the next life, you're still my brother. Even if you can punch a hundred special forces soldiers to death."* *"Teu Thiet Tru." Hey, I'll see you again, remember to give me back my backup charger. I've used it for 2 years, but I'm sorry."* I touched the letter in my pocket, the corner of my mouth smiled slightly. *Grandpa.* I silently called. *Day Today I have saved more than 300 people.* *Are you qualified to use what I teach you?* The clouds rolled outside the window. The morning sun shines bright yellow rays from the edge of the clouds. Like a big hand, gently patting my head. Just like my grandfather used to be. I smiled. Close your eyes. And fell asleep peacefully. For the first time, I no longer dreamed about the physical fitness test of the bottom team. In the dream —