Chapter 3: Ice hell

"What kind of person do you think I am? The kind of person who works for money?" Lin Rui looked at Mr. Mi and said.し
"You are a warrior. A warrior can only be regarded as a real warrior on the battlefield." Mr. Mi said indifferently, "In fact, we have chosen you, and there are other considerations. Your social relationship is simple, and there are no relatives besides your grandfather. No one will pursue it even if something really happened."
"The accident you are talking about, is it crippled like you, or is it just killing me?" Lin Rui looked at Mr. Mi and said.
"Everything is possible." Mr. Mi said calmly, "but you can rest assured that even if you die accidentally, we will be responsible for the end. If you die on the battlefield, the company will add a sum of money to your account, enough for your grandpa Pension. If you complete our contract alive, of course everyone will be happy."
Lin Rui was silent for a long time before standing up slowly. He put away the contract on the table and looked at Mr. Mi and said, "I need to think about it again."
"This is a decision that can affect your destiny, and I hope you think about it. But don't take it too long, you know that the opportunity is fleeting. If you miss it, you will never come again. I look forward to us becoming colleagues." Mr. Mi smiled at Lin Rui and handed him a business card. "Think about it, call me."
Lin Rui didn't say anything, but left quietly with the contract.
Mr. Mi stood by the window and watched Lin Rui's lonely figure drift away downstairs, his eyes calm as stagnant water. He rarely misunderstands people. He already knows that this young man will consider his words and even accept the job. He took out a cigarette in silence, but didn't smoke it, just put it in front of his nose and smelled it.
Someone approached this office. The person who came was probably in their thirties, with short hair cut and wearing a black coat. He looked at Mr. Mi and smiled slightly, "You seem to care about this young man, is he special?"
"Everyone is special. Although they have many similarities, in a strict sense, everyone is unique. You are special, and he is naturally no exception." Mr. Mi did not look back, as if Know who this person is asking him.
"Hey, what you said seems to be deliberately concealing something." The man smiled, walked to his side, took out the lighter and lit it up.
Mr. Mi sighed, blew out the flames, shook his head and said, "I quit."
"I heard you right? The legend of the company, Michelle Silver Wolf, who is in the mercenary world, has quit smoking. This world is crazy. It seems that you deliberately wanted to break with your previous life." That person Shrugged.
"One day, you will retreat like me, walk into the management of the company, and have a new life. There will be no sweaty camouflage uniforms, no smell, or even the smell of gunpowder smoke. Instead, Suits and leather shoes, office, coffee cup. To survive, one must integrate into the environment. This is the environment I must face now." Mr. Mi said calmly.
"Wait until that day I live." The man in the black coat smiled.
"Zhao Jianfei, what happened to what I asked you to do?" Michelle looked at the man.
The man in the black coat nodded and said, "It's done. There are 15 new recruits from all over the country. I have personally inspected, and there are many good seedlings. After a month, they will be sent to the training camp. We have a formal contract and a formal labor visa for going abroad. However, the young man just now seems to have not confirmed it yet."
"He is not something you need to worry about. I will not misunderstand the person. He will come." Michelle said lightly.
Lin Rui returned home, it was past the usual meals, and he had no time to cook, so he just bought a few steamed buns along the way. After returning home, he walked into Grandpa's room. The old man didn't seem to notice that he was back, but looked out the window dementialy.
Lin Rui walked up to him, took the bun and handed it to him. "It's dinner, grandpa."
"Eating..." The old man turned around blankly, repeating his words in a mechanical voice.
"Yes, it's time to eat." Lin Rui smiled. "The steamed buns are just coming out of the basket. They were still hot when they were bought, but they are still warm now. You sit and eat slowly, and I will boil some boiling water."
"Son, are you back? I don't know if Xiao Rui has eaten, or you will send it to him?" The old man said tremblingly. He doesn't know Lin Rui anymore, and has been treating his grandson as his son these days. His memory is chaotic, and many times he still stays a few years ago.
"Grandpa, I am Xiao Rui." Lin Rui smiled reluctantly. But it was bitter inside. Who could have imagined that now this old man who doesn't even know his consciousness once won the national martial arts championship. When he was young, with a good fist, ordinary people couldn't get close to him. But now, he has some difficulty even lowering his head to wear shoes.
"Grandpa, I went out to look for a job today." Lin Rui looked at Grandpa and whispered, "There is a job, but it's dangerous. I don't know if I should agree. I don't want to leave you, but I can't give it when I'm by your side. What about you, I can’t even find a job as a security guard... Forget it, I know you don’t understand." His smile was somewhat bitter, "But if I agree, I will be rich, and you will Get better care, maybe you can pay off some debts."
Lin Rui sighed and leaned on the door frame alone, his expression unclear whether it was melancholy or helpless.
He looked back at the contract on the table. He had to admit that the salary package on the contract was a temptation to him. But he always felt a little uneasy. After agreeing to this job, maybe he will die in Africa and Middle East one day or in a place where he cannot even be named. To die without dignity, to be trampled on, like a dog.
But the words of that Mr. Mi still echoed in his ears, like an inextricable curse. Finally, he sat down, took a close look at the contract, and then signed his name on the contract. After finishing all this, Lin Rui suddenly seemed to feel empty. He looked back at Grandpa again, who was still muddled and mumbled in confusion.
Lin Rui walked up to him and covered his knees with a blanket. Looking at Grandpa's old face, for an instant, he suddenly had an urge to cry. "I will come back, come back alive. Five or six years is not too long, everything will be fine, trust me." Lin Rui looked at Grandpa calmly.
Lin Rui dialed Mr. Mi's phone and whispered, "Is it Mr. Mi?"
"You are Lin Rui, I can hear your voice. How is it, what is the result of the consideration?" Mr. Mi said faintly, "If you think about it, I hope you will come tomorrow and bring the relevant documents. Besides, I Knowing that you need to spend money, I have prepared a sum of money for you as the company's prepayment of settlement expenses. As for your grandfather, I have also contacted a good nursing institution, and they are happy to accept it. The cost has been once I paid for for two years. Of course, you will have to pay for the subsequent costs."
"Thank you. But, what kind of credentials do I need?" Lin Rui frowned.
"Identity certificate, because you have to go abroad, you must go through the passport and other related procedures. Don't worry about this, we will handle it." Mr. Mi said calmly, "If you have decided, then come to me tomorrow morning."
Lin Rui was silent for a while, "Okay."
The next day, he went to Mr. Mi's office again. However, this time is different from last time. There is not only Mr. Mi in the office, but also a middle-aged man in a black coat with a flat head. When Mr. Mi saw Lin Rui coming in, he smiled slightly, "I’ll just be here. Let me introduce, this is Zhao Jianfei, a person from the company’s training department. He will be responsible for the specific work and daily training of you people. Next During the training for a year and a half, you will all deal with each other."
Zhao Jianfei smiled indifferently, "Yes. Welcome to join, young man."
Lin Rui shook his hand, feeling that his hand was powerful and full of calluses. Not the kind of ordinary work, but the gun cocoon. Generally speaking, calluses are easiest at the joints between fingers and palms, and the calluses made by the gun grow on the surface of the hand, close to the position of the tiger’s mouth. Although Zhao Jianfei has always been smiling, he always feels full of danger.
Zhao Jianfei seemed to feel Lin Rui's strangeness, and smiled slightly, "Don't be surprised, people like us are more or less technical. By the way, you also go abroad as a technician for labor. You can't just say you directly. Are you going to be a mercenary abroad? Sit down, Lin Rui."
Lin Rui nodded and sat down.
Zhao Jianfei glanced at him and said calmly, "From now to departure, you have one month to prepare. When you leave, try not to worry about it. Don't bring anything that may represent your personal information. What you need The company will provide everything."
"Why is this?" Lin Rui frowned.
"Well, my first suggestion to you is not to ask why." Zhao Jianfei looked at Lin Rui calmly, "Don't ask now, don't ask in the next five years. Remember, we are technicians. It’s a blue-collar worker, not a decision-maker. But I can answer your question because you are going abroad as a skilled worker. When the training camp is over, you will die. Of course it’s just a death in the legal sense. We will issue it. The official accident report shows that you died in an industrial accident abroad."
"Why is this?" Lin Rui frowned.
"In order to avoid your worries. Because at that time you will be on the battlefield, fighting in various hot spots around the world, and fighting in various complex environments. You never want to involve your family because of your actions. And everything you carry may represent The items of your personal information will be an implicit threat." Zhao Jianfei smiled.
"Where are we going to receive training?" Lin Rui looked at this strange and dangerous man.
Zhao Jianfei said calmly, "Frozen hell."
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