Seeing Uncle Qin's stance, Third Uncle reined in the smile on his face
Solemnly returned a military salute, clearly enunciated and gravely said, "Agreed to rejoin the squad."
The moment the words were spoken, Third Uncle was like a sword drawn from its sheath, its edge unveiled, substantial, the air chilled with murderous intent.
Slightly hunched over, Third Uncle, who on ordinary days resembled an old peasant, now erupted with a formidable aura, an unmatched oppressive force.
Uncle Qin looked at Third Uncle, feeling a surge of complex emotions in his heart.
It had been years.
Together they were once part of the Government's Special Forces, embarking on hidden missions overseas.
Somalia, Beautiful Country, Southern Vietnam Border, Arctic Bear, Indian "Ah San"...
Before the apocalypse, many ordinary people were unaware amidst the tumult of international secrecy, they were the blades of the nation, shouldering its concerns.
