Super Soldier in the City

"Crazy Wolf, you’re asking for death. Are they members of the Flying Hawk Squad? How dare you harm your own people!" As Crazy Wolf was about to give the order to shoot the witnesses, Lone Wolf’s cold voice rang out. Crazy Wolf hesitated for a moment and turned his head, saying, "They’re not members of the Flying Hawk Squad."

"Just because you say they’re not, they’re not? Ha, you’ve already turned the Flying Hawk Squad into a cesspool, and now you’re arrogantly starting to kill indiscriminately. You’re not worthy of the name ’Flying Hawk Squad’. I feel ashamed for you. I’ll put it out here today; I’ll protect these seven people. If you dare touch them, I won’t hesitate to take it up with the commander!" Lone Wolf said expressionlessly. Initially, he didn’t want to get too involved, not knowing the consequences, but when his subordinates told him something big was happening and lives were at risk, he had no choice but to intervene. However, upon hearing that those people also claimed to be members of the Flying Hawk Squad, Lone Wolf decided to take matters into his own hands.

Hearing that he would escalate to the commander, Crazy Wolf hesitated for a moment, let out a heavy snort, and said, "Lone Wolf, are you deliberately opposing me?"

"If that’s how you see it, fine. But I still have to say, I believe even if they accidentally charged into the camp, there must be a reason. And what you’re doing is wrong. I can’t stand by and let you kill innocents!" Lone Wolf resolutely said, his attitude very clear.

With a whoosh, his subordinates also reacted, confronting Crazy Wolf’s people.

There have been times in the Flying Hawk Squad where two people or factions clashed, which is somewhat allowed within the unit, but it’s only supposed to involve fists and to remain within limits. However, it was evident that those limits no longer existed within the Flying Hawk Squad—disagreements led straight to fights, dividing into two factions, and even ordinary team members were forced to choose sides involuntarily.

The Flying Hawk Squad is not what it used to be! People change, situations change. The phrase "that was then, this is now" truly applies, and Zheng Mingrui and the others were deeply pained by it. In their current state, they could barely protect themselves, let alone avenge Skinny Monkey.

But just because something seems impossible, does that mean it shouldn’t be done? Skinny Monkey was their brother, a brother who had trusted them with his life for years. That bond is unbreakable, and his still-warm corpse lay not twenty meters away. How could the seven of them possibly do nothing?

With a snap, perhaps because the steel wire had cut to the bone, it snapped under a strong pull, and Zheng Mingrui’s body suddenly sprang up, tearing away some flesh in the process. Ignoring the pain, his face was full of grief as he prepared to free the person next to him, only to find two black muzzles pointing at his face. The gunmen didn’t speak, but their intentions were clear; should Zheng Mingrui move, they would fire immediately.

He held his breath, then took a deep breath, the pain in his body long forgotten, replaced by boundless anger and hatred. His brother died at the hands of these people, and Zheng Mingrui memorized those who chased down Skinny Monkey, not just one but the ten or so responsible. No matter who they are or what background they have, Zheng Mingrui seeks revenge.

Eyes bloodshot, he glared at the two Flying Hawk Squad members pointing guns at him, who were also Crazy Wolf’s subordinates. Zheng Mingrui spoke through gritted teeth, "You better put down your guns, or don’t blame me for being merciless."

The two were intimidated by his presence and hesitated, lowering their guns slowly. Yet at that moment, Crazy Wolf spoke up, laughing arrogantly, "Lone Wolf, this feud is now real. The boss is at the base; since I can’t deal with you, he can!"

Lone Wolf’s eye twitched. He had enough courage to face Crazy Wolf, but when it came to the ruthless Snow Falcon, he lacked confidence. Snow Falcon had started as an ordinary member, but after joining the Flying Hawk Squad, he rose from obscurity to squad leader in just a year. His skill was unparalleled — whether in firearms or other metrics, his personal combat ability was extraordinary. He could take on dozens of Flying Hawk Squad members solo without signs of defeat.

So when Snow Falcon was mentioned, Lone Wolf hesitated, but he quickly decided, "Even if the captain were here, I would stand against him too!"

"Bold, indeed. I hope you say the same when the boss arrives. Ha! I don’t mind if the boss takes you out, making the Flying Hawk Squad a united team. Oh, don’t think the boss fears the forces backing you. Let me be clear, the boss hasn’t killed you simply because he didn’t want to; if he did, you wouldn’t even know how you died."

"You’re not the captain, just a dog. Bark while you can; you’ll lose your voice eventually," Lone Wolf coldly retorted. The word ’dog’ seemed to provoke Crazy Wolf, his eyes widened, nostrils flared, and he angrily stepped forward, almost nose-to-nose with Lone Wolf, "I’m a dog, right? Ha, Lone Wolf, calling me a dog?"

"No mistake, at most, a rabid dog," Lone Wolf stood firm, countered.

Crazy Wolf held his breath and shouted, "Alright then, I’ll show you how a dog works. Seize these people! Lone Wolf, you think you can protect them? Think you’re capable? I’ll kill them and see who you can save!"

A clatter followed Crazy Wolf’s order, his men lifting their guns again. The black muzzles were not only pointed at Zheng Mingrui and the seven but also at Lone Wolf. This scene, this act, was something Zheng Mingrui and the others had never seen — Flying Hawk Squad members pointing guns at their own. It was utterly absurd yet unfolding before their eyes.

Lone Wolf’s eyes narrowed, the smile fading from his face as he spoke, "Crazy Wolf, are you rebelling?"

"Rebelling? The Flying Hawk Squad belongs to the boss now, there’s no need to rebel. Ha, it’s tough allowing you to stay this long, yet you don’t know your place!" Crazy Wolf coldly laughed, then turned to walk away, seemingly intent on fulfilling his promise to kill the seven, proving he, the ’dog’, was stronger than Lone Wolf, at least at the Flying Hawk Squad base, where besides Captain Snow Falcon, he could act without restraint.

Lone Wolf’s eyelid twitched — part anger, part frustration. Clenching his fists, he was helpless seeing the Flying Hawk Squad deteriorate. All he could do was protect the relatively normal members, those loyal to him. If swayed by the other side, they’d soon become equally ruthless and arrogant.

Seeing Crazy Wolf move to kill, Lone Wolf shouted, "Are you really from the Flying Hawk Squad?"

"Yes, we’re from the Flying Hawk Squad, retired for a few years before returning. But the current state is shocking—filled with corrupt and sycophantic members. Thanks for intervening. Our lives might end here, but listen, this is not over. We veterans won’t watch you destroy China’s First Battle Team like this. Never!" Zhang Tianxing stood, supporting Zheng Mingrui. Both rose, facing the menacing muzzles. Their own men pointing is a first, a direct threat of death.

Two stood, then three, and finally all seven. Even injured members rose with support. Seven had left the Flying Hawk Squad years ago, now facing life and death again with no fear. Go ahead, kill us. Seven lives are here. Too cowardly to take them?

They believed if Li Yifei came and found them dead, he would avenge them. That assurance made their own lives less precious.

Each bore heartfelt concerns, wives, children, parents, friends, unfinished tasks, but Skinny Monkey couldn’t complete his. Despite their intimidating resolve, they stood without fear.

Crazy Wolf’s gaze darkened; he drew his gun again, releasing the safety. After hesitating, he raised it towards Zheng Mingrui. Spitting thickly on the ground, he sneered, "You shout the loudest. Are you not afraid of death? Come forward; I’ll fulfill your wish!"

Step forward, did he? Zheng Mingrui focused on him. One leg pained, possibly bone-injured, but he moved painfully yet capable of walking. He shifted, stepping forward, but not alone — all six others stepped forward with him.

Dumb Guy added, "To kill your comrades, how can you dare? From that moment, you’re no comrades of Flying Hawk Squad. Unworthy of the name. Wait; we’ll retaliate!"

"Retaliate? Go ahead. You misfit rejects are better off dead," Crazy Wolf taunted, ready to pull the trigger. Yet as Zheng Mingrui stepped forward, unchanged speed with resolve, a swoosh cut through the air. Just as Crazy Wolf was about to fire, his wrist was struck, causing him to drop the gun and clutch his arm in pain.