The Mad Warriors

On a sweltering summer day, at the largest international airport in Northwest China, a young man wearing a plaid shirt from ten years ago, ripped jeans, and carrying a worn-out canvas bag walked out of the airport.

After stepping out of the airport, the young man stood under the blazing sun, arms outstretched, embracing the sky with a look of pure bliss: "Wow, the air back home is so fresh! No war, no enemy attacks, so comfortable! Haha, I, Wang Xuan, am back!"

At this point, Wang Xuan was already being regarded as a beggar by the well-dressed people around him. Indeed, Wang Xuan's clothes were very shabby; you wouldn't even need makeup to call him a beggar.

While Wang Xuan was still reflecting, several airport patrol officers arrived beside him with police dogs.

The SWAT officer leading the group, carrying the latest domestically produced rifle, saluted Wang Xuan first, then politely extended his hand: "Sir, this is a temporary check. Please show your ID." Wang Xuan grinned, a smile so sunny and bright, and nodded with an innocent expression: "Okay, cooperating with you is our civic duty."

Just as Wang Xuan handed his ID card to the SWAT officer, the police dog next to him growled at him in a low voice.

The uncle holding the police dog immediately scolded it, "Saihu, sit." But Saihu continued to bark and back away, as if it had sensed some dangerous killing intent.

Wang Xuan, however, still had a sunny smile on his face as he scratched his head: "Hehe, Uncle, I'm a good person."

Just as the special police officer bent down to verify Wang Xuan's ID card with the machine, Wang Xuan's face suddenly darkened and he exchanged a glance with Saihu. Saihu suddenly tucked his tail between his legs and lay motionless on the ground.

Wang Xuan's expression changed rapidly, transforming into a sunny, youthful smile when the SWAT officer looked up. After confirming his identity, the officer returned the ID card to Wang Xuan: "Welcome back to China. Please abide by domestic laws and regulations."

Wang Xuan, who had just put away his ID card, immediately gave a reassuring look: "Yes, Uncle!" One of the special police officers then noticed that the police dog Saihu was lying on the ground trembling, and immediately squatted down to check on it.

After the SWAT team left, Wang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That was close. Taxi!" He then hailed a taxi and drove away.

Just after Wang Xuan left in the taxi, the special police officer who had been there earlier squinted at the departing taxi and suddenly picked up his communicator: "This is Welcome One. Target confirmed. It's him. He's back."

Meanwhile, in a dark room at the Northwest Security Bureau, photos of Wang Xuan were projected onto the screen.

"Wang Xuan, male, Han nationality, age 30." When the guide got to this point, there was a photo of Wang Xuan wearing a camouflage military uniform, fully armed, and smiling as he rode on a donkey. The background seemed to be the Middle East.

"He went to France to study at the age of eighteen, but for some reason joined the 2nd Parachute Regiment of the French Foreign Legion." When the explanation reached this point, there was a photo of Wang Xuan wearing shorts and holding a knife, killing a bear in the snow and ice. The background seemed to be a region in Siberia.

"At the age of twenty-five, he left the French Foreign Legion and joined various mercenary groups in the underworld, where he was known as a temporary mercenary!" When the explanation reached this point, there was a photo of Wang Xuan firing a gun with one hand as he rappelled down from a Black Hawk helicopter, with the background seemingly being a region in South Africa.

"It is currently known that by the age of twenty-six, he had already fought in major war zones around the world. Code name: Xuanbing." As the explanation reached this point, a picture was projected showing Wang Xuan fighting dozens of enemies in an alleyway as an individual unit.

"In these eight years, Wang Xuan went from being an international student to a top-tier soldier in the underworld. There's a saying in the underworld: 'When the soldier is in position, everything is OK.'" When the guide got to this point, he projected another photo. The photo showed Wang Xuan with a military knife in his right hand and a bloodied human head in his left. The background was filled with the chaos of war, resembling the Iraqi region.

The conference room was extremely quiet. The guide continued, "After turning twenty-six, Wang Xuan suddenly changed his style and switched to the assassin industry. In four years, he rose from 18,000th on the assassin ranking list to a place where he was no longer ranked." At this moment, a photo of Wang Xuan killing a European with a pencil was projected.

Inside the meeting room, someone asked curiously, "Why isn't there a ranking?"

The guide explained, "Because the assassin industry in the dark world unanimously believes that Wang Xuan is shameless and lacks martial ethics, he is not ranked. However, based on his strength, he should be at least in the top thirty. His code name in the assassin industry is 'Death,' a very old-fashioned code name." At this point in the explanation, a photo of Wang Xuan holding a French Bulldog in what appears to be a neighborhood in New York was projected. Behind Wang Xuan was a towering explosion, and Wang Xuan was holding the bulldog with his left hand while holding something resembling a bomb remote control in his right hand.

One of them chuckled and said, "Heh, I see now. This guy has all sorts of ways to kill people, and he never plays by the rules."

The guide continued, "According to detailed information, this guy was very strong in individual combat. During his years in the French Foreign Legion, he mastered all branches of the military." At this point, the guide began rapidly displaying photos. There were photos of Wang Xuan driving tanks, flying airplanes, and serving as an assault soldier, sniper, and other military personnel.

The leader, who had been sitting in the middle of the table, sighed and said, "So, can anyone tell me why this guy suddenly came back to the country?"

One of them replied, "It's unclear at the moment, but the Kyoto headquarters has already started contacting him. The headquarters' message is that if he's going to commit a crime in the country, no matter how capable he is, they'll teach him a lesson."

On the other side, Wang Xuan, sitting in the passenger seat of the taxi, exclaimed, "Driver, the Northwest region has changed so much! I haven't been back for over ten years, I really didn't expect this!" He gazed at the bustling scenery outside the window with a sigh. The taxi driver chuckled, "Brother, looking at your shabby appearance, you must have gone to Iraq to mine coal, right?"

Turning his head, Wang Xuan smiled broadly and replied cheerfully, "Hehe, to tell you the truth, I went abroad to study when I was eighteen, but I was tricked into going to South Africa to work as a laborer. I only just saved up enough money for a plane ticket to come back a few days ago. I'm a genuine South African laborer. You have no idea how scary it is abroad. I'll never go abroad again, even if you kill me. I was lucky to escape with my life."

But the taxi driver's expression suddenly changed: "Really? South African bricklayer, bro? I was a reconnaissance soldier before I retired. How could I possibly sense that you were a soldier?" As soon as the taxi driver finished speaking, Wang Xuan's sunny smile gradually turned gloomy.

Seeing Wang Xuan's gloomy expression and silence, the taxi driver added a warning: "More and more Chinese are going abroad to work as mercenaries these days. Kid, you can be as arrogant as you want overseas, but don't cause trouble here. You should know that China is a no-go zone for mercenaries!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan scoffed, "Heh, is that so?"

But then Wang Xuan suddenly laughed: "Haha, brother, you're joking. I came back this time to find my sweetheart and get married. I met a girl I like while I was in South Africa with the medical aid team from China, and I came back to confess my feelings. But, alas..."

When Wang Xuan got to this point, the taxi driver looked quite surprised, and with a particularly eager expression, asked Wang Xuan, "What's wrong? Your girlfriend is already married?"

With a worried expression, Wang Xuan took out a faded photograph of a girl. The girl in the photo wore a white coat and a mask, revealing only her eyes, but those captivating eyes were truly unique. Her eyes were like the sea under the moonlight, beautiful, deep, and all-encompassing.

The taxi driver interrupted Wang Xuan from his thoughts: "You didn't really get married, did you? That would be such a shame!"

Wang Xuan put the photos away again: "Oh, no, back in South Africa, the girl said that if I wanted to marry her, I would have to become a live-in son-in-law."

The taxi driver suddenly burst into laughter: "Haha, so you're from a prestigious family. You're in luck, kid. Being a live-in son-in-law is great, you can do nothing and just laze around." Wang Xuan, however, looked disgusted: "Tch, what do you know? Her family is a scholarly family, but I don't know why her maternal grandfather has the right to interfere in her family's affairs and insists on being a live-in son-in-law."

The taxi driver chuckled, "Haha, looks like you're determined to marry into my family. When are you getting married? Tell me, I'll come and join in the fun."

However, Wang Xuan's smiling face suddenly turned grim and murderous: "People from the Kyoto Security Bureau! What level are you to contact me?" After Wang Xuan finished speaking, the taxi slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. Many vehicles following behind also braked sharply, but then drove away.

The taxi driver reached for something with his left hand, but Wang Xuan casually said, "Sometimes, you don't need firearms to kill someone. Since you've come to my door, I'll get straight to the point. I've come back to find the girl I like, marry her, and live a normal life. I hope the authorities will give me some face."

Even after lowering his guard, the taxi driver still looked at him suspiciously: "Really coming back to be a live-in son-in-law?" Wang Xuan glared at the taxi driver fiercely: "First, tell me your rank, see if you're high enough to negotiate with me."

The taxi driver was immediately annoyed: "Damn it, I'm the director of the Eighth Division of the General Administration, am I qualified enough?" Hearing this, Wang Xuan was really shocked. His return to China had actually alarmed the director of the headquarters of the China National Security Bureau.

Wang Xuan, on the other hand, looked at the section chief with a smile: "I can choose to return to China, of course I'm confident. This thing is a bit of paint that I scraped off a US Air Force Ghost once. In exchange for this, I'll come back and become a live-in son-in-law. How about it?" As he spoke, Wang Xuan took out a pen from his tattered canvas bag and shook it in his hand.

The section chief was quite displeased: "Tch, it's just a little paint, what do you think?" But after a few seconds of silence in the car, the section chief stammered, looking at the pen in Wang Xuan's hand: "Wh-what, ghost, paint, paint, real, or, fake, fake?"

That long reaction time is really quite slow. The US Air Force's "Spirit" is the legendary B-2 Spirit stealth bomber, isn't it? So, something that people often ask about online has finally been done.

Wang Xuan casually tossed the pen to the section chief: "Brother, I'm giving you a promotion, so I hope you'll be lenient and let me off the hook. Bye." With that, Wang Xuan got out of the car and sped away. When the section chief opened the pen and discovered what was inside, he immediately pulled out his communicator: "Everyone, retreat immediately! Escort me back to Kyoto, right now!" As he watched Wang Xuan leave, the section chief fell into deep thought: "How did he know I was from the Kyoto headquarters?"