The City's Invincible Soldier King Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - The Legend's Curtain Call

Brat, this master spent a lot of effort to change your sentence from twenty years in prison to being expelled from the army. After you leave, you better not cause any trouble for this master."

"Yes."

Long Lin vigorously saluted, which was reciprocated by the old person, whose head was completely white, and seriously said, "I'll remember."

"Alright, now f.u.c.k off."

"Yes."

Long Lin gave the old person a military salute, then walked out in large strides.

In one short month, his whole world had changed.

Gazing at An Ying's familiar underground base, Long Lin felt like his heart had been pierced by a knife.

Wan Rou was gone. The figure which had spent a whole five years there, had also eventually bid goodbye.

When the time came, Long Lin became dejected and confused. He had no idea whatsoever what he should do now.

The heavy iron door slowly closed. The sand dune hiding An Ying's underground base once more became an ordinary pile of sand.

The yellow sands of the desert, infinite and boundless.

Long Lin was spellbound as he gazed at the sand dune. He slowly raised his right hand, bidding farewell to his brothers in arms, as well as adieu to his past.

His thin physique and resolute countenance was projected onto a large screen by a camera hidden in a sand dune.

"Salute." The commanding officer's strict voice resonated throughout the entire underground base.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and saluted towards the silhouette on the screen.

After ten seconds, Long Lin lowered his hand, looked towards the boundless desert, and left.

An Ying[1], China's most mysterious, most aggressive special forces unit.

Living in darkness, moving like shadows. Secretive, and yet having a hand in everything. They made uncountable war contributions to the country, hence, they became the number one unit, as well as attained the t.i.tle An Ying.

Leave the desert on foot. This was a tradition in An Ying. And it was also because of this, that not a single person had discovered its underground base in the fifty years it's been around.

The sun was blazing, and the earth was scorched.It was midday in june. In the middle of the Taklamakan desert. The weather

was so hot that even camels would suffer heatstroke.

Long Lin, carrying a simple backpack and looking like a lost pedestrian, was heading forward through the vast desert at a good pace.

Unexpectedly, there was a woman collapsed under the scorching sun a kilometre ahead.

This was deep in the Taklamakan desert, where even the shadows of birds couldn't be seen. Why would there be an unconscious woman?

At the moment, the temperature of the ground was over 50 degrees celsius. If a human fainted on it, they'd be absolutely dead within an hour at most.

Long Lin walked over in large strides and turned over the woman lying on the ground. It was then that he noticed that the woman didn't collapse solely because of dehydration.

She was shot!

The woman's face had already been so scaled by the blazing hot sand that it was hard to see her original features. The bullet grazed the bottom of her voluptuous right breast and didn't enter her lungs, but it was only 5mm away.

Blood had already stopped flowing out. So from the looks of it, she had been shot some time ago.

She was very, very lucky.

Long Lin didn't dare ignore the wound, so he hurriedly took off the woman's s.h.i.+rt.

The black lace underwear was dyed red by her blood. Beneath her bra, was a very obvious bullet hole.

Long Lin lifted up the woman and gently took off her black underwear.

The twin peaks were big, at least 36E.

But in Long Lin's eyes, it was nothing but a piece of slightly beautiful skin[2].

Ever since Wan Rou left, there was no longer a woman that could move Long Lin's heart.

Because of lingering on the edge of life and death throughout each year, all of An Ying's front line fighters were also experts at first aid.

In Long Lin's hands, a sharp military-use stiletto became a surgeon's scalpel.

After opening up the woman's thoracic cavity, Long Lin used the stiletto to remove the bullet.

It was a 9mm round, used by the country's police force!

Long Lin couldn't help but make a slight frown.

This gun was only supplied to China's police force in 2006. At the moment, there wouldn't be too many circulating in the black market. This also meant that the person who shot this woman definitely wasn't an ordinary person.

After taking out the bullet, Long Lin used the sharp knife to cut open his left palm.

The blood gurgled out and dripped onto the woman's bullet wound.

A miracle occurred!

The wound that was soaked in Long Lin's blood quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Six years ago, Long Lin gained the 《Golden Dragon Technique》. After training in the first part of the 《Golden Dragon Technique》, his blood gained a miraculous ability.

Miraculous blood, miraculous medicinal properties.

In a mere half an hour, the bullet hole and knife wound on the woman's body completely disappeared. Long Lin used his b.l.o.o.d.y left hand once again, this time, tenderly stroking the woman's face, which was ruined by the scalding hot desert sands. When the blood touched her face, the damage vanished.

After using his sleeve to wipe off the dead skin on the woman's face, her original features appeared in front of Long Lin's eyes.

Long Lin gazed at the woman's delicate face in a trance. His heart once again felt like it had been stabbed by a knife.

"Wan Rou……"

Softly whispering, Long Lin gently hugged the woman and deeply kissed her lips.

Right then, the woman opened her eyes, and fiercely elbowed Long Lin, who was completely off guard. She angrily asked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Long Lin suddenly woke up. The tenderness in his eyes silently faded away.

The stabbing pain in his heart shot up a few levels, causing Long Lin to clutch his chest.

"You're not Wan Rou…" Long Lin looked at the woman and said while miserably shaking his head, "Sorry, I mistook you for Wan Rou."

Without waiting for the woman to speak, Long Lin vigorously stood up, turned around, and spoke in an emotionless voice, "I saved your life, but also wronged you. The fault offsets the merit. You don't owe me anything, and neither do I owe you anything."

The skinny back was as straight as a knife.

The woman silently gazed at Long Lin. Her face held a complicated expression as she looked at her naked upper body. But, she was not fl.u.s.tered in the least, as if she was in her own bedroom.

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

"When I came here to inspect a newly discovered oil field, I brought along four bodyguards. Two of them suddenly defected, and the other two died.[3]

But I was obviously shot, and was on my last breath. I had to rely on a sudden sandstorm to escape to here. Why aren't I even feeling a bit of pain?"

If not for the horrifying bloodstains on her chest, the woman would've even suspected that she had been hallucinating. In disbelief, the woman held up her voluptuous left breast, and used her left hand to gently wipe away the dried blood, allowing her to see where the wound once was.

The bullet scar was still there, but it was nothing more than a light red mark which was slightly more tender than normal skin. It was as if new meat grew to fill up the open wound.

How was this possible?

The woman once again fell into a daze, her expression one of disbelief.

A little while later, the woman woke up from her stupor.

And once more gazed at Long Lin, who had not moved an inch. The woman picked up the bra which was soaked in blood, but after pondering for a moment, the women put it back down. After all, because it was soaked in blood, the black lace bra became incomparably rigid. Instead, she simply covered herself up with the s.h.i.+rt and carefully b.u.t.toned it.

After wearing the s.h.i.+rt, the woman meticulously sorted out her messy hair, then softly said, "I'm done. You can turn around."

[1] 暗影 暗 = dark; 影 = shadow

[2] The word used is 皮囊, which actually refers to a man's skin specifically.

[3] I'm a.s.suming the woman is "thinking" since the d.a.m.n author didn't mention when exactly she fell into deep thought. I'm also a.s.suming that the 2 bodyguards that didn't betray her are the ones that died, since the author didn't mention which died, which lived either. Frankly, it could be the traitors that died.