Forensic Medicine Qu Xiaoshui

Chapter 514 The Betrayer: Deng Jianshan (13)

Fortunately, all the members of the assassination team have more or less different faults or hobbies from ordinary people, and there are definitely not a few with weird tempers.

At this time, the people in the car didn't pay much attention to Deng Jianshan's abnormality.

And Deng Jianshan was staring at his clean right hand in a daze, as if he could see the sticky blood flowing from that white hand.

The vehicle quickly merged into the traffic flow and completely disappeared.

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Qu Xiaoshui suddenly closed the document in his hand.

She did not expect that Deng Jianshan's first mission would be in such a tragic situation.

Qu Xiaoshui really couldn't imagine how broken his heart would be if a man who grew up in the sun and aspired to be a guardian personally broke his steadfastness and killed an innocent person.

Especially at that time, Deng Jianshan was still very young.

There was indescribable sadness in Deng Zhongxin's voice:

"Actually, sometimes I also think, if I hadn't asked him to be an undercover agent at that time, would such a thing not have happened?"

"His grades are so good, and his training is so good. If I hadn't personally sent the task to him, he must have become a very good sea elite by now."

He laughed bitterly:
"But no."

Deng Zhongxin's eyes were full of red blood, and there were also tears that must not be shed:
"If he doesn't go, someone else will. So I told him all the possible scenarios and gave him the opportunity to choose."

Deng Zhongxin saw it very clearly, whether it was his nephew or not, someone had to carry out this undercover mission.

If everyone is unwilling to make sacrifices, how can there be stability and peace in this world? !

Qu Xiaoshui exhaled, and clenched the information in his hand:
"I want to take these materials with me."

Deng Zhongxin hesitated shamefully. He allowed Qu Xiaoshui to read it here, but it didn't mean that he was willing to let out the information that he wanted to completely destroy.

Qu Xiaoshui looked at him and said:

"It is necessary for my team members to understand the specific circumstances of the case. Only in this way can we better judge the possible actions of the murderer. If you don't want anyone to continue to die."

Deng Zhongxin let go of his hand dejectedly, and raised his left hand to cover his eyes.

Deng Zhongxin kept this action all the time, and after a long silence, he waved his hand:
"You take it away..."

It took almost all of his courage to say this.

Putting his feet together, Qu Xiaoshui solemnly saluted Deng Zhongxin, then carefully put the documents into the file bag, and left the office.

The moment the office door closed, Qu Xiaoshui clearly saw a drop of water falling from between Deng Zhongxin's fingers to the ground.

As a commander, Deng Zhongxin couldn't even cry, and he couldn't put it on the bright side.

Back in the office building, Qu Xiaoshui took a look at all the tasks that Deng Jianshan had performed.

Many people died at the hands of Deng Jianshan, many of whom were innocent, but most of them were vicious people.

Except in the early days, Deng Jianshan couldn't choose the task objects independently. After he was able to choose the tasks later, he chose all the sinful scum.

But even so, in the data, Deng Jianshan's regular psychological evaluation has repeatedly turned red.

Deng Jianshan lived too clearly to deceive himself and others, so he lived a particularly painful life.

After reading all these materials, Qu Xiaoshui already vaguely understood why Deng Jianshan had almost no defensive injuries on his body.

This man wants to die.

Deng Jianshan should have always wanted to die.

But the mission on his body did not allow him to give up his life lightly.

The imprisonment this time was an unexpected accident, and it also gave Deng Jianshan a chance to be freed.

He almost pushed it halfway and let the murderer kill him.

The facts were similar to what Qu Xiaoshui thought.

Deng Jianshan was kidnapped by the murderer before Qin Qian was arrested.

Deng Jianshan's undercover life was boring. Except for completing the tasks specified by the mercenary organization every month, he spent the rest of the time exercising and doing special training.

Of course, the news he collected will also be passed on to the upline.

At this time, he no longer had the domineering and publicity he once had, and seemed taciturn.

Deng Jianshan will put on a poker face to minimize the exposure of emotions.

On this day, Deng Jianshan completed his shooting training and fought against the sixth killer on the leaderboard.

Neither of the two used weapons, nor did they tacitly use any killing techniques, and started a hearty hand-to-hand combat with fists to the flesh.

After the battle, both of them lay on the ground in a big shape.

"It's really not suitable for you to stay here." The sixth-ranked killer said.

Deng Jianshan didn't say a word, and stood up silently.

He walked into the public bathroom and took off his pants, revealing his muscular thighs.

After Deng Jianshan casually took a clean towel, he turned on the shower head on one side, and hot water poured down, washing away the sweat on his body.

Deng Jianshan's waist and back are very flexible. He is scrubbing his thigh with his body sideways. A long light red scar is entrenched on his fresh and powerful body like a centipede. It is more like a tattoo than a tattoo. totem.

Years of military service has made the man meticulously programmed even bathing. He first washed his hair, and then scrubbed every inch of his skin from top to bottom.

The killer walked in at this moment.

Standing beside Deng Jianshan, he also began to take a bath.

Both of them have very good figures, but Deng Jianshan's figure is more muscular, and there is an indelible soldier's toughness on his body.

Sensing that the killer was looking at him, Deng Jianshan frowned.

"What's the matter with you?"

The killer rinses the lather out of the hair.

"It's nothing, I just can't figure out why you want to do this."

Deng Jianshan is not interested in explaining people's doubts, let alone dissecting himself to the enemy.After wiping it casually, he left the bathroom.

The killer who was left behind shrugged, apparently already used to Deng Jianshan's indifference.

After dinner, Deng Jianshan returned home from the training ground.

There was no one in the living room, the sofa was tidied up, the blankets were neatly stacked on one side, and the sharp lines showed that the owner had meticulous military habits.

This house is too simple, with few daily necessities, like a lifeless model room, without the living breath of the owner at all.

Deng Jianshan took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, gulped it down, and then lay on his back on the sofa, motionless.

With his left hand covering his eyelids, he seemed to have fallen asleep, but he woke up quickly.

Deng Jianshan understood that his insomnia was getting worse.

Unable to stay at home anymore, he tied a lot of sandbags on his body and planned to go out for a run.

(End of this chapter)