C1 End of Legend

"Brat, laozi finally managed to change your twenty years of imprisonment to deprivation of military status. If you get out, laozi will not be able to cause any more trouble."

"Yes."

Long Lin suddenly raised his right hand, and waved towards the old man, who had a head full of white hair, and said seriously, "I'll remember it."

"Alright, get lost."

"Yes."

Long Lin gave the old man a standard military salute before walking away.

… ….

In just a month, the entire world had changed.

Looking at the familiar underground base of the Shadow Squad, Long Lin's heart ached like a knife.

Little Xi left. After staying in the dark for five whole years, she was about to wave goodbye.

For a moment, Long Lin became dejected and confused, and he completely did not know what to do.

The heavy iron gate slowly closed, and the sand dune that hid the underground base's entrance turned into an ordinary sand dune once again.

The desert was yellow and endless.

Long Lin stared at the sand dune absentmindedly. He slowly raised his right hand, bid farewell to his brother and bid his farewell.

The thin figure, the determined face, was projected onto the big screen of the Shadow Underground base through the camera hidden in the sand dunes.

"Salute." The commissar's authoritative voice shook the entire underground base.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and raised their right hands towards the person on the screen.

This was the end of a legend of his generation.

After a full ten seconds, Long Lin put down his right hand and started walking towards the vast desert.

The Umbra, one of the most mysterious and fierce special forces in the China.

Living in the dark, moving like a shadow, secretive, but everywhere, for the country has done countless contributions, so, the first head of the name shadow.

Leaving the desert on foot was a tradition of the Shadow. Because of this, the Shadow Underground Base had existed for over fifty years, but no one knew about it.

The blazing sun was scorching the earth.

At noon in June, in the middle of the Taklimakan Desert, it was so hot that even the camels would catch the heat.

Carrying a simple shoulder bag on his back, Long Lin seemed like a lost pedestrian as he leisurely walked through the vast desert.

Abruptly, Long Lin narrowed his eyes.

A thousand meters in front of him, a woman fainted in the scorching sun of the desert.

This was still deep in the Taklimakan Desert, and he couldn't even see the shadow of a bird. How could a unconscious woman suddenly appear here?

At this moment, the temperature of the ground was as high as 50 degrees Celsius. If a person fainted on the surface, they would die within an hour.

Long Lin walked over with large strides, and flipped the woman who was lying on the ground over, and realised that she was not simply unconscious.

He had been shot!

The woman's cheek, scorched by the hot sand, could not be seen. The bullet grazed the lower right edge of her lung, just five millimeters from her heart.

The blood had stopped flowing. From the looks of it, he had been shot for a long time.

He was truly lucky.

Long Lin did not dare to be negligent, and quickly untied the woman's shirt.

The black lace undergarments were soaked through with blood. The bullet holes on the underside of the undergarment were clearly visible.

Long Lin held the woman up and gently untied her black underwear.

Double peaked, at least 36E.

But in Long Lin's eyes, it was nothing more than a good-looking leather bag.

After Wan Rou left, there was no other woman in the world that could move Long Lin's heart.

Because they were always hanging on the edge of life and death, every warrior that charged in the front line was an expert in first aid.

The sharp military dagger became the scalpel in the hands of the surgeon.

Long Lin opened his chest and used the military dagger to lightly pick out the bullet.

Domestic 9mm police revolver warhead!

Long Lin couldn't help but squint his eyes.

This kind of gun was only equipped with the China's police force in 2006. Currently, there were very few people selling it on the black market, which also meant that the person who shot at this woman was no ordinary person.

Taking out the bullet, Long Lin used a sharp dagger to cut open the palm of his left hand.

Fresh blood gushed out and dripped onto the woman's wound.

A miracle had happened!

The wounds that were drenched in Long Lin's blood were quickly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

… ….

Six years ago, when Long Lin obtained the《 Golden Dragon's Art》, after he mastered the first stage of the《 Golden Dragon's Art》, his fresh blood possessed this kind of mysterious ability.

The miraculous blood, the miraculous healing ability.

In just half an hour, the woman's bullet wounds and the cuts made by the dagger returned to normal. Long Lin then used his bloodied left palm to lightly caress the woman's face that had been burnt by the hot sand.

Once the fresh blood arrived, the burns quickly recovered.

After wiping the dead skin on her face with her sleeve, her true appearance appeared before Long Lin's eyes.

Long Lin looked at his beautiful face in a daze.

"Wan Rou..."

In the midst of her gentle call, Long Lin gently embraced her, and passionately kissed her soft lips.

Just then, the lady opened her eyes, pushed Long Lin who was caught unaware away and asked sternly: "What are you doing?"

Long Lin was jolted awake, the tenderness in his eyes quietly receding.

The stabbing pain in his heart spread out once again, causing Long Lin to be unable to resist covering his chest.

"You're not Wan Rou." Long Lin looked at her, and painfully shook his head, "I'm sorry, I mistook you for gentleness."

Without waiting for the lady to speak, Long Lin suddenly stood up, turned his body, and said with a voice that did not carry any emotion: "I saved your life, but I also offended you, and my service is equal to mine, you do not owe me anything, and I do not owe you anything either."

His figure was thin and straight like a blade.

The woman looked at Long Lin, but did not say anything. She looked at her own upper body with a complicated expression, without panicking at all, as though she was in her own bedroom.

But when the woman saw her own chest, she instantly fell into a daze.

Coming to the depths of the desert to explore the newly discovered oil field, two of the four bodyguards who were accompanying him suddenly turned against him and fought to protect him.

However, I was still shot. With the last breath and the cover of the sandstorm, I managed to escape to this place. How can I not feel any pain?

If not for the shocking amount of blood stains on her chest, the woman would have suspected that she was hallucinating.

The woman held Hao Lu on the right side and moved him to the side. She rubbed the dried blood with her left hand and looked at the wound.

The bullet mark was still there, but it only left a slightly more tender red mark than normal skin, as if the wound that was cut open had new flesh growing out of it.

How was this possible?

The woman once again fell into a daze, disbelief written all over her face.

After a moment, the woman came back to her senses.

With complicated emotions, she looked at the motionless Long Lin, she picked up the underwear that was drenched in blood, but after thinking for a moment, she put down the black lace underwear that had become extremely hard due to soaking in fresh blood, directly picking up her shirt, calmly putting it on, and meticulously buttoning it.

After putting on her clothes, the woman carefully tidied up her messy hair and said softly, "I'm done, turn around."