"Mom, my boss wants me to kill someone."
Under the cypress tree in the courtyard is a gray, imitation Chinese-style lamp. The stone base is very heavy, and a thin layer of ice has melted on the rough stone lampshade, where some water has accumulated.
There was an ant nest under the twig. They seemed to be long-time residents of this place. With their keen sense of touch, they carved out a path, the end of which was a small ball of food made from a few grains of rice at September's feet.
"The boss always sends you to kill people, that's why you exist."
The woman sitting on the porch was by no means beautiful. She had just entered middle age, but her face was already covered with wrinkles. She was not September's biological mother, but rather a captive and supervisor.
September understood, but she still regarded Qiao Muwuxiang, the supervisor, as her mother, in order to make up for the lack of love in her heart. This way, she could feel warmer and find some meaning in her existence.
Because everyone has a mother, she wanted one too.
“But this time is different. I might not be able to come back,” September said again, still squatting on the ground, intently watching the ants struggling to crawl to her feet.
"Alright." Qiao Muwuxiang scooped up a ladle of water and carefully poured it on the potted plant in front of her. Her face was expressionless, without any emotional fluctuation, as if she had accepted the meaning of Jiuyue's words in an instant and didn't care at all.
"We can't even bring back the corpses." September puffed out her cheeks, moistened her tongue with her teeth, squeezed out some saliva, and spat it out with a "tui" onto the hardworking ants, instantly drowning the unsuspecting ants.
She watched with interest as it struggled in the sticky saliva, then used a twig to rescue it before standing up.
In September, she slowly walked to the center of the courtyard, performed a deep bow, and pressed her forehead firmly against the cobblestones on the ground.
She stood up, her face completely expressionless, and stepped past Qiao Muwuxiang to take a black samurai sword lying horizontally on the wall.
In September, she quietly removed her clothes, revealing a body covered in scars. These wounds, though healed, still looked horrific. The longest one ran from the left side of the back of her neck to her lower right waist. When she was slashed, the skin on the surface was torn open, revealing pink muscle layers, and she almost died from bleeding.
September survived thanks to her tenacious will to live. To this day, she doesn't know why she tried so hard to live, because the ultimate outcome is death. From childhood, she was instilled with the concept of dying generously for her boss and reaching heaven at the end of life.
There is no pain, no sorrow, no loneliness, and you are always accompanied by others; it is an eternal paradise.
This absurd mind control is deeply ingrained in the hearts of every assassin.
I understand now. I survived in order to reach the paradise of life.
September thought to herself. She dared not abandon this concept, even if it was wrong; life requires belief to survive.
She left the courtyard and walked towards the distance, where someone was waiting for her outside the gate of a small town on the outskirts of Hokkaido.
The wooden gate to the courtyard was wide open, and Qiao Muwu was still watering the flowers, unmoved.
Thousands of miles away, Jiangcheng was unaware that a group of people were swarming across the vast map of China, fearlessly advancing towards Lanjing. They wanted to exchange their lives for the future of the great nation. Perhaps this idea was outrageously wrong.
But from the perspective of these suicide squad members, they were right.
The world is not black and white; sometimes it is a delicate gray, in which countless insects lie dormant, waiting to take flight. They believe in this gray as they cherish their own lives.
Therefore, this struggle has no right or wrong, only winners and losers.
As she took off from the airport in Hokkaido in September, she had no idea that there were many people trying to assassinate Jiang Cheng, and that she was just one of them. This incredibly naive Japanese girl only had the concepts of killing and being killed in her mind.
Just as the cold winds blowing from across the ocean disrupted the warm ocean currents, the peaceful and stable life in Jiangcheng was thus completely brought to an end.
These were the last few peaceful and warm days of his life. From then on, the storms of this world became as clear as a giant beast emerging from the ground, baring its sharp fangs, and they would never cease.
He faces the same decision as Einstein.
One day in the last century, the Manhattan Project was put on the agenda. Under the authorization of a certain president, a major power attempted to create an atomic bomb using nuclear fission. A famous scientist is revered as the "father of the atomic bomb," and his name is Robert Oppenheimer.
The world's first atomic bomb was successfully tested in the desert of Alamogordo, New Mexico. In the same year, an explosion that was recorded in the history of the world occurred, which will not be elaborated on here.
After that, Oppenheimer's name became known throughout the world, but he did not feel honored. Instead, he fell into deep self-blame and shame, suffering from guilt. He believed that his research had caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people.
Oppenheimer brazenly said at an important meeting: "My hands are stained with blood."
Albert Einstein, the world's most famous scholar, laid the foundation for the theory of the atomic bomb, and the formula he used is world-renowned—the mass-energy equivalence formula Em.
His initial intention was not to create a destructive weapon that would frighten the world, but simply to take physics research to a new level. When Einstein passionately read aloud the strategic significance of "uranium" in a palace, he could not have imagined that it would change the world's landscape in the future.
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The emperor holds a weapon that is sharp enough to make everyone wary, which is why the emperor is the emperor.
As Jiang Cheng gazed at the shimmering fruits in the valley, he failed to notice that aside from the energy, biotechnology, and space exploration that propelled China's development, everything else consisted of weapons.
Plasma cannons, space-based weapons, exoskeletons, laser devices, nanoweapons, halo arrays, and so on.
This implicitly foreshadows that the world's development will ultimately tend towards turmoil and instability.
In a short period of time, the city of Lanjing became the focus of attention for countless powerful figures in the shadows.
During her journey, September wore a pure black trench coat. She sat on the plane, her delicate face gazing out the window at the beautiful scenery.
The plane's wings sliced through the pure white clouds, soaring into the sky. This was her first time on an airplane; she usually carried out missions within Japan.
She was deeply moved by the vastness of the world, and at the same time, a sense of fear arose inexplicably in her heart. Her petite body kept shrinking into the seat, as if she would only feel at ease if she could wrap herself up in it.
It will likely take night, until September, to reach their destination. Countless assassins did not anticipate this. The entire city of Lanjing is under close surveillance; anyone who comes will die.
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