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Chapter 545 Night Wolf
For people in Nevada's Black Belt.

They were more familiar with the weapons the hermits used than with their appearance.

Chen Shaodong quickly recalled in his mind the hermit's "achievements".

When he looked at Ai Liang again, he felt as if he had fallen into a trash can full of discarded syringes, and his whole body was stinging.

Legend has it that the hermit had a unique hobby: torturing and killing powerful figures.

In the early days when the Hermit had just made a name for himself, finding a big shot at a crime scene who hadn't been dismembered was considered a sign of his conscience.

Chen Shaodong was well aware that having taken over some of the Muslims' connections and channels, he was now, to some extent, a big shot in the area.

It's always better to be cautious when dealing with a hermit.

Chen Shaodong quietly moved his chair back, making sure he was out of Ai Liang's sword-wielding range, and then asked, "Was that person in the mall earlier really you?"

"it's me."

Ai Liang readily admitted it.

"I thought you had completely retired."

Chen Shaodong hesitated for a moment: "After all, even Muslims have recently completely relinquished their business in Nevada."

To outsiders, Mus is the hermit's representative in the underworld.

After all, he had taken advantage of Ai Liang's power quite a bit.

This stereotype has been firmly ingrained in Mus.

Mus's official retirement is most likely due to the decision of his backer to retire completely.

This conjecture is a consensus among many people.

"Retirement is not wrong. I don't plan to meddle in your affairs anymore."

Ai Liang said without any joy or sorrow, "Ten years ago, I purged batch after batch of people. Out of fear of death, some of them quieted down."

But in the years since I left the industry, those sordid things from the past have started to happen again in Nevada.

Over the years, I've come to understand one thing: unless we exterminate humanity, we can't get rid of bedbugs.

Since I can't kill them all, why should I care? I've vented enough anyway. As long as you don't mess with me, what you do is none of my business.

When Ai Liang said the sentence about the extinction of humanity, Chen Shaodong's heartbeat across the table noticeably slowed down.

If someone else said this, Chen Shaodong might think it was just a metaphor.

When the hermit said this, Chen Shaodong's first reaction was to suspect that he was planning some kind of large-scale terrorist attack.

This guy in front of me has a criminal record!

However, judging from the overall meaning of Ai Liang's words, he really intends to retire completely.

This is good news for Chen Shaodong.

The reason for his retirement is not important; what matters is the result.

No one wants to understand the inner world of a serial killer.

Just as the two were talking, Chen Shaodong's phone rang.

"Hello? Um... I understand. Send me the address first, um... as soon as possible."

Chen Shaodong hung up the phone and looked at Ai Liang: "The home address and identity information of the person you are looking for have been found. The person has recently gone missing..."

Give me three days, and I promise to give you an answer within three days.

Chen Shaodong put his phone on the table and pushed it towards Ai Liang.

The phone displayed the home address of the person Ai Liang had drawn.

In the internet age, personal identity information is worthless.

Given the right software, finding all of a person's information is only a matter of time; it's not a question of whether or not it can be found.

Not to mention that Ai Liang also provided a portrait and phone number.

With enough manpower, finding a person from a bunch of phone numbers in ten minutes is incredibly easy.

Ai Liang wrote down the address and pushed the phone back: "Just a heads up, this person is using a fake identity. You can start by investigating his fake identity."

As for him, you don't need to look for him. Just tell me which suspicious people he's been in contact with in recent months.

Chen Shaodong raised an eyebrow, a guess forming in his mind.

This person is most likely already dead.

"I understand. Is there any other question?" Chen Shaodong asked.

"Before handing over the information to me, you are forbidden from revealing my affairs to the police," Ai Liang said, pushing back her chair.

Chen Shaodong grinned: "What are you talking about? How could I possibly..."

Ai Liang tucked the dagger into the storage pocket inside her trench coat: "Information broker Chen Shaodong might not, but the Night Wolf Special Forces sniper is another story."

A strange light flashed in Chen Shaodong's eyes: "I know you have a strong sense of observation, and it's not hard for you to tell that I served in the military, but how did you figure out which unit I came from?"

Chen Shaodong never intended to hide his origins, but whether he wanted to or not was another matter.

You've practically exposed my underwear with just one glance. That's a bit much, isn't it?

Ai Liang didn't explain, but raised her hand and pointed to her right wrist, fingers, and neck.

Chen Shaodong looked down at his wrist.

There used to be a tattoo of a night wolf's fangs there, but he had it removed after he retired and entered this line of work.

Special forces actually come in many categories, and are generally composed of specialized units such as reconnaissance, assault, counter-terrorism, sabotage, civil affairs, psychological warfare, and communications. Not all of them are like those in the movies, carrying guns and shooting everywhere.

A brigade is typically composed of 1,200 to 1,500 people, and is further divided into squadrons and platoons.

Small and medium-sized teams typically consist of only a few dozen people, with combat formations being the smallest operational units, generally ranging from two to fifteen people.

The Night Wolf Special Forces Team is one of the squadrons of a special operations brigade in northern China.

Primarily responsible for internal matters, such as security, civil affairs, and tracking.

Although the Night Wolf Special Forces are not responsible for external sabotage and counter-terrorism missions, their selection requirements are still stringent.

Shooting, driving, bomb disposal, first aid, and communications jamming are basic skills. These are multi-skill training that will be conducted after joining the organization, not selection criteria.

The selection process tests thinking ability, quick reaction ability, and most importantly, physical fitness.

Swimming 50 meters without time limit while wearing military uniform and leather boots; completing 52 standard push-ups and 62 sit-ups in two minutes; running 3,200 meters in 14 minutes and 54 seconds while wearing sportswear...

Doesn't it sound like it's not too difficult?
What if all these tests are connected?
The intervals between each item in the above tests will be two to ten minutes, depending on the intensity of the exercise.

Anyone who has tried swimming fifty meters in full military uniform knows how physically demanding it is.

After getting ashore and catching my breath, I had to do dozens of push-ups and sit-ups in two minutes, followed by a 3,200-meter timed run...

Those who fail to meet the standards will be immediately eliminated.

Ai Liang was able to discern Chen Shaodong's origins because she had relevant memories stored in her mind.

It wasn't Chen Shaodong's memory, but the memories of other special forces members.

The identification of Chen Shaodong as a member of Night Wolf was based on the unique tattoo on his wrist, which could still be seen through his skin even after Ai Liang had removed it.

As for the sniper's identity, it was deduced from the degree of bending of his index finger, his breathing rate, and his pulse.

(End of this chapter)