Rebirth of Chen An

In one row there was six to seven people whose head was covered under black hood while both hands were seized away as they were kneeling on the floor. Chen An could even heard these men\'s desperate crying and broken sound like whispering as they were brought here.

"They … what are they doing?" Wang Hao was stunned as he looked at these people. His original pale face now became whiter.

Chen An merely glanced at Chen Yang who was next to him and didn\'t say anything. Of course he knew what these people had done, yet knew what kind of little games that this man called Admiral Wolf was planning to do.

"Our General Assad has several unwritten rules. Whatever weapons that was bought and brought here must first stained by blood. Since Mr. Chen was our General\'s man, then this authority lied on Mr. Chen."

Admiral Wolf grinned and showed a couple of his gold teeth while his pair of bloodthirsty eyes showed a bit of malicious interest as if he was waiting for Chen An to show them a good show.

Being one who was trafficking weapons didn\'t mean that he would also kill someone by his own hands. Even one who became weapons dealer for their entire life may had never even killed someone with their own hand.

Chen An still remembered that in the past, he was really calm at the surface as he had killed a man by his own hands. But after he got back home, he was starting to go drinking, because when he wanted to close his eyes it was as if he could saw that man who he killed was lying on his bed and looked at him, with face full of blood.

But at that time, Zhang Le will always stay be his side and gently hugged him as he would always said: brother, I will always be with you forever, even if after this life we may went to hell but I will accompany you.

Time went by very fast, he sighed, under Admiral Wolf watched Chen An picked up a hand gun. As he was about to load the bullet, the man who was beside him held his hand.

"Uncle, let me do it." As Chen Yang looked at Chen An who took the hand gun from him, the smile under his backlight was still bright and beautiful, "I\'m afraid with their blood will just dirty your hands."

When he thought about it again, even from the beginning Chen Yang didn\'t want to let Chen An to somehow in contact with other people blood, just as he was told to thrown away the shoes that were licked by Liu Xiao Jie. This kind of thing was just fine if he was the one who did it.

His heart was unexpectedly calm, he wasn’t fluttered , his palms also didn\'t get wet as the result of nervousness. Chen Yang was actually surprised at his self-collectedness while at the same time there was another kind of consciousness, where maybe in the past life he was actually a murderous villain.

"Chen Yang, don\'t force yourself." Chen An slightly frowned, he wanted to trained Chen An, but it wasn\'t to let Chen Yang faced too much in one go like this.

Killing, this word seemed to be familiar, even in a movie sometimes the protagonist could openly killed its enemy, however obviously all were fake death.

"Uncle, I\'m not forcing myself."

Chen Yang gently smiled while holding the hand gun, followed by the curious gaze from Admiral Wolf and solemn line of sight from Chen An, as well as Wang Hao\'s horror as he pressed the trigger.

"Baang! Baaaaang! Baaang! ————–"

Accompanied by a loud gunshot, the prisoner who was in the first row didn\'t even make any sound as their head fell into the ground, as the black hood now dyed red as if one might give off large amount of wet traces.

Followed by the second bang! another bang! and continued ……. until the last bullet was shot as the last prisoner\'s head fell into the ground. Six bullets as each were hit accurately on the deadly point of each prisoner, one shot per person.

Afterwards Chen Yang slowly put down the gun. His hand which was holding the gun was slightly trembling. It was not because of fear, nervous, or even more not because he felt remorse.

He actually got an inexplicable excitement, an unfamiliar but strange excitement which similar like drug followed by the pound in his heart, which willfully flows in his blood, made it hard for him to suppress this stimulation as every corner in his body was blacken hard.

Chen An knew that he should be happy to discover that Chen Yang has a great talent when he saw this calm side of Chen Yang. But instead of being happy, he somehow had this inexplicable uneasiness inside his heart.