The character introduces the first person, the Greedy Wolf Star
The man in black, Old Wang, nodded gravely: "For an organization that has visited the Federal Reserve's central vault multiple times, any written or electronic information is unsafe. For your safety, no one will know your identity except for me"
Tan Lang, dressed in a patient gown, stood at the window of a wooden cabin, a cigarette dangling from his lips, staring blankly at a group of young people exuberantly expending their youth and warmth in the icy wilderness. The smoke enveloped him, obscuring a hint of confusion and bewilderment on his unshaven face.
Looking at Tan Lang, the old man in black said in a deep voice: "Then, forget everything about your past; all documents and electronic files related to you will be completely destroyed. Any piece of relevant information may pose a significant threat to you in the future"
From beneath the desk, the man in black, Old Wang, set ablaze all of Tan Lang's resume materials
Glancing at the two-story wooden building, Tan Lang tilted his mouth, leaning on a cane as he slowly walked inside. Familiar with the surroundings, he turned to the door of an office. Without knocking, Tan Lang twisted his hips and pushed the door open with his backside, stumbling inside.
Shaking his head, Tan Lang sighed, "Saying it is no different from not saying it at all. However, I do not wish to live in retirement, nor do I want to be disabled for a lifetime. Therefore, I took action!"
Tan Lang looked at the old man in black and nodded vigorously, saying: "As long as I am not disabled and not sent to a nursing home, I am willing to do it!"
The middle-aged man glanced at Tan Lang and casually tossed several documents and a bank card onto the floor in front of him
You have ten seconds to reconsider whether to join us
Closing the door, Tan Lang walked to the desk and looked down at the man in black, Old Wang, saying word by word: "Speak, what do you want me to do? Explain to me again, what is it about me that those people find valuable?"
Two paths. The first path is that you are injured in the line of duty and retire. Your hometown is currently forming a special police team, and you take your compensation to become their captain
The middle-aged man shook his head, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled
Tan Lang instinctively stood at attention, the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth puffing out a cloud of smoke, and he shouted loudly, "Here!"
After scratching vigorously for a while, Tan Lang withdrew his hand, flicking away several pieces of skin debris lodged in the gaps of his nails, and suddenly let out a heavy sigh
The man in black withdrew his gaze, picked up two file folders from beside him, and said dryly: "You can call me Old Wang"
Between the white mountains and black waters, in a secluded hollow deep within the mountain ridges, a dense forest of black pines, hundreds of years old, surrounds this place.
With a clean and swift turn, Tan Lang raised his right hand to salute the middle-aged man. However, his left ankle suddenly gave way, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.
It is merely a symbol, does it hold any meaning? The man in black chuckled dryly and said, "I myself have even forgotten my own surname."
Nickname: Three-Clawed Cat
After a moment of silence, Tan Lang added: "Anyway, I am all alone, so I can afford it"
The man in black, Old Wang, chuckled dryly: "There is a place, and there is a substance that can heal your musculoskeletal injuries. Given your circumstances, those people would be very willing to use this precious medicine to cure you"
In the 2023 cross-border mission, he led an elite squad into an ambush, using his own strength to cover the retreat of the entire team. Surrounded by nearly 1,000 special forces soldiers, he broke through the encirclement. While being targeted by 47 elite snipers, he accidentally stepped on an anti-personnel mine, injuring his ankle and Achilles tendon. Subsequently, he engaged in close combat, eliminating 93 enemy elites, and successfully returned to base. In the final close-quarters conflict, his left shoulder was severely injured by a bayonet, and the wound was deemed incurable.
He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lighting it before taking a deep drag. Tan Lang murmured softly, "I do not wish to go into retirement"
Experience: After setting up a scheme in a certain southwestern province and offending a prominent figure, I illegally crossed into Southeast Asia, where I spent my days idling in several countries.
In the office that originally belonged to the middle-aged man, behind a desk piled high with battle maps, sat a middle-aged man with a dark complexion, dressed in a black suit, and wearing oversized black sunglasses that obscured much of his face. He appeared like a black bat, sitting upright in his office chair, with his hands resting on the desk, gazing intently at Tan Lang.
Looking up at Tan Lang, the old man in black spoke slowly, word by word: "Think carefully, if you join us, you must bid farewell to everything from your past. You will lose all your previous experiences, lose your name, lose all your social connections, and lose everything you are familiar with"
Special Skills: Extremely dexterous with both hands, proficient in casino cheating and theft
The middle-aged man shook his head and said coldly: "Change your clothes and come with me to meet someone. However, I would prefer that you do not meet him."
The man in black smiled and said deeply: "A soldier king who can be nicknamed after the Greedy Wolf Star should not be retired. I am giving you an opportunity to let this killing star dominate and look down upon the world with pride; you need not thank me too much"
Code name: Greedy Wolf Star
Hehe! Tan Lang imitated the voice of the old man in black, chuckling a few times. He raised his right hand, reached into his collar, and scratched his itchy back randomly for a while. Then, with great seriousness, he said: "I did it!"
"Undercover, huh?" Tan Lang chuckled, carelessly spitting the cigarette butt he had been holding in his mouth onto the ground, and then he grabbed another cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth
In the valley, there are several small plots of land that have been artificially cleared, where a dozen long wooden houses blend almost seamlessly with the pine forest, quietly hidden within. Several teams of robust young men, dressed only in camouflage shorts, bare-chested and revealing their muscular thighs, are barefoot as they carry large logs, weaving through the forest, running back and forth on the hillside, and climbing and maneuvering through the man-made obstacles. Several teams of robust young men, dressed only in camouflage shorts, bare-chested and revealing their muscular thighs, are barefoot as they carry large logs, weaving through the forest, running back and forth on the hillside, and climbing and maneuvering through the man-made obstacles.
Five minutes later, the middle-aged man brought Tan Lang to a two-story wooden cabin at the end of the valley. Upon arriving, the middle-aged man earnestly reminded Tan Lang of a couple of things before turning around and leaving
The wooden door of the room was kicked open by someone, and a middle-aged man, dressed in camouflage military attire and appearing to be in his early forties, strode in. He frowned as he looked at Tan Lang, who was standing by the window in a daze, and suddenly stood at attention, shouting loudly: "Greedy Wolf Star!"
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The man in black looked at Tan Lang, who was exhaling thick smoke, and Tan Lang also gazed at the man in black
With a dazed expression, Tan Lang pulled a cigarette from somewhere and placed it between his lips. A middle-aged man approached Tan Lang and took out a match to light the cigarette for him. After taking a deep breath and exhaling a thick, pale blue smoke, Tan Lang rasped coldly, "I do not like this job"
The cane struck fiercely against his left ankle, and Tan Lang sneered, "Are you mocking me? My left ankle tendons have been broken, and the major tendon in my left shoulder has also been severed. I am already a useless person"
You will gradually come into contact with our objectives according to our arrangements. Your future identity will be that of an undercover agent
Name: Wu Wang
Position: Commander of the First Vanguard Team of a Certain Military Region's Special Forces Unit
Tan Lang lazily stretched out his right leg and shook it a few times, gazing silently at the middle-aged man
With a proud and disdainful demeanor, he laughed at the world. Upon hearing these words, Tan Lang suddenly burst into laughter
After ten seconds, Tan Lang asked with a smile, "Is there really not a single piece of information left?"
Resume: Enlisted in 2015, achieved first place in the comprehensive assessment of new recruits in the military district during the first year of service. In 2016, ranked thirty-eighth in the comprehensive military skills competition across the entire army. In 2017, ranked seventh in the comprehensive military skills competition across the entire army. In 2018, selected for the "Pojun" Special Forces Team, code-named "Tianlang Star"
Turning around and opening the door, Tan Lang scolded, "I thought there was some good work waiting for me!"
The old man in black said solemnly: "The world is vast, and there is no shortage of wonders. Follow my arrangements, and your foot and shoulder injuries will definitely heal. The medicine from hetushu.com is very precious, but due to certain personal conditions of yours, they will be willing to spend a significant amount on you."
Name: Tan Lang
After a moment of contemplation, the old man in black smiled. He said nonchalantly: "The Heavenly Net is responsible for 'control', while the Earthly Web is responsible for... hehe!"
In the harsh winter, in a certain place in Northeast China
Tan Lang closed the office door with his backside, leaning his body against the wooden door, gazing deeply at the man in black.
The temperature is below minus thirty degrees, yet these vigorous young men are sweating profusely, their bodies radiating heat. Beneath their bronze skin, the veins of these young men bulge out like earthworms, writhing in sync with their intense movements, exuding a sense of wild yet formidable strength.
Gazing deeply at Tan Lang, the old man in black stared at him for nearly ten minutes before finally picking up a file folder in front of him. He slowly took out a thick stack of documents and began to read them methodically.
The man in black looked at Tan Lang and said word by word: "When the time is necessary"
He gazed deeply at Tan Lang and said solemnly, "Think it over; I would rather you become the captain of this team."
One task record after another was recited by the man in black, while Tan Lang's stubbled face was gradually obscured by the smoke emitted from his cigarette, making it difficult to discern his expression at that moment
"What is your real name?" Tan Lang asked curiously
After a full quarter of an hour, Tan Lang suddenly burst into laughter: "Why does it feel a bit like the affectionate gaze of a couple in love? What is your surname? How should I address you?"
With a hint of appreciation, the old man in black, Wang, stroked the thick resume materials and asked Tan Lang, "Are you truly willing to part with it?"
Taking a deep breath, the old man in black continued in his cold tone: "You will have a new name, a new identity, a new face, a new resume; everything will be completely new. In the future, you will face challenges, situations that are tenfold or a hundredfold more dangerous than those you encountered in the special forces. Most of the time, you will be fighting alone."
Tan Lang's body suddenly stiffened, and he exhaled a cloud of thick smoke, murmuring softly: "Those experts have already said that it is fortunate for me to be able to walk with a cane in the future. Can those people be better than the experts at the military district hospital?"
Apart from the injuries near the ankle, Tan Lang's left shoulder was also wrapped up like a zongzi, with the smell of medicine and blood continuously spreading out
With a look of surprise, Tan Lang furrowed his brows and pondered for a moment. He struggled to prop himself up with his right leg and staggered step by step towards the wardrobe in the corner of the room
Identity: Expelled for violating military discipline, a rogue mingling in the underworld.
The organization to which I belong is codenamed 'Tianluo'. No information related to you will be retained within the organization. Everything about you will only have a direct line of communication with me. Apart from me, no one in this world will know your true identity. Apart from me, no one can prove your true identity.
Spitting the cigarette butt on the ground, Tan Lang curiously asked, "If there is a heavenly net, there should also be an earthly net, right"
In a fit of anger, Tan Lang cursed under his breath and cast an irritated glance at his left foot, a flicker of confusion and bewilderment reappearing on his face. Without even looking at the middle-aged man, he turned around, closed the window, and sat down on the only chair in the room.
A sudden cold wind blew through, causing Tan Lang's robust body to shiver momentarily. He muttered a curse under his breath, and his right arm, seemingly devoid of bones, slipped down from his collar, scratching vigorously at his back. His five nimble fingers rustled as they explored every inch of his back, reaching many areas that an ordinary person could not possibly touch.
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The window was wide open, and the temperature inside the room was no different from that outside. Tan Lang was wrapped in a blue and white striped patient gown, with his two fuzzy little calves exposed to the biting cold air. His left ankle was tightly wrapped in a thick layer of bandages, with faint traces of blood seeping through.
Looking at the completely black-clad Old Wang, Tan Lang asked with a smile, "So, when will I be able to return to my true self?"
Position: Undercover Agent