sbdcsierra Chapter 2 Rebirth
Chapter 2 Rebirth
A man should live a life of integrity and serve his country, even if it means dying on the battlefield, right?
Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times?
However, this mission was a miscalculation for him and his teammates. Although the treasure was recovered, they unfortunately stumbled into an ambush set up by the enemy and were surrounded by hundreds of special agents and assassins from the United States. In order to break out of the encirclement and return the treasure, Falcon took the lead and took on the task of providing cover.
Unfortunately, he was shot. As the enemy bullet pierced his chest, he laughed, bursting into laughter, before collapsing to the ground with a thud. Even so, he had single-handedly killed more than two hundred enemies.
What's infuriating is that when the enemy learned this man was none other than Falcon, the man feared by both the underworld and the legitimate world, they were filled with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy. Sorrowful because Falcon was indeed as formidable as the rumors suggested, having single-handedly killed over two hundred of their top-tier agents, inflicting heavy losses on their side; joyful because this most feared figure on the underworld's list had finally met his end here.
Therefore, in a fit of rage, these agents from the United States unleashed hundreds of guns of various types at the lifeless falcon, spitting long tongues of fire and instantly obliterating it.
From that moment on, the man named Falcon ceased to exist in the world!
From then on, Falcon was gone, and the Dragon Team lost its spiritual pillar and its right-hand man.
"Alas!" The lieutenant general sighed, his voice filled with sorrow and helplessness, muttering to himself, "Heaven is blind, heaven is blind!"
Suddenly, an elderly man in military uniform with a general's badge on his chest appeared at the entrance of the morgue, followed by several major generals. The old man glanced at the falcon on the ground and slowly spoke.
"Falcon was an orphan from a young age. He was exceptionally recruited into the Dragon Team at the age of fifteen. In eight years, he participated in a total of 886 missions, large and small, and completed 499 missions on his own, without ever failing!"
The old man's brief words encapsulated Falcon's glorious achievements over the past eight years, and the gazes of those standing around Falcon gradually shifted to one of awe—a heartfelt reverence mixed with sadness and reluctance.
Among these people, the lowest rank is colonel, there are several major generals, and even two lieutenant generals. You can imagine what kind of unit this is!
In recent years, the Shenlong team has gained international renown and is hailed as a god-level team that appears and disappears without a trace, largely due to the presence of Falcon.
If the Shenlong team is likened to a mighty lion, then the falcon is equivalent to the lion's invincible claws and sharp teeth.
That's why the lieutenant general lamented that the Divine Dragon Team had lost an arm!
Upon the appearance of the old man, these people quickly raised their hands in salute.
"Old Commander!"
The old commander nodded, glanced once more at the Falcon, riddled with bullet holes and unrecognizable, sighed softly, then turned and spoke with endless sorrow.
"Mountain Eagle, although we have recovered the item, the price we paid was far too high. Without Falcon, our Divine Dragon Team has lost its mainstay." He paused, then continued, "I have secretly sent the item back to the National Museum. Go and make preparations to cremate Falcon's body! I need to report to the organization and request that Falcon be posthumously awarded the title of God-level Hero!"
Mountain Eagle, a lieutenant general and also a member and captain of the Divine Dragon Team, had a somber expression and replied in a low voice with extreme sadness, "Yes, old commander."
"Ugh--"
The old commander sighed deeply, then muttered to himself, "Heaven is truly blind! Such a young life, gone just like that. Alas! Green hills bury loyal bones, raging fire reveals true gold! A loyal heart shines like the sun and moon, a heart full of passion fills the universe! Falcon, may you rest in peace!"
The dead cannot be brought back to life; we can only grieve and accept the inevitable. This was the old commander's final farewell to Falcon, as he had to accept the fact that Falcon was dead.
Falcon, lying motionless on the ground, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine when he heard the old commander and the others' voices. They sounded incredibly familiar. After a moment's thought, he was startled. "Falcon? Are they talking about me? My name is Falcon? Wait, my name is Tian Yue. How did I become Falcon? What's going on? Am I not dead? Am I dreaming? Is this not hell?"
A series of questions jolted Falcon awake. He quickly opened his eyes a crack, but when he saw the familiar yet strange, strange yet familiar people in front of him, a wave of unfamiliar memories suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart. A flood of unfamiliar memories rushed into his mind, so much so that he was stunned as if struck by lightning!
What's going on? I'm in another body. Could it be that I've been reincarnated? But why are my memories of my past life so vivid? Did I not drink the Meng Po soup? Did I not cross the Naihe Bridge? Or have I been reborn in another body?
He quickly bit his tongue, and a sharp pain shot through him. Only then did he realize that he had indeed been reincarnated and possessed a body.
"I am Tianyue. I was—dead, but—I came back to life. I am in the body of someone called Falcon. In other words, I am Falcon, and Falcon is me. But I am also called Tianyue. I—have been reborn! God! What is going on? What happened?! Since I was already dead, why did you bring me back to life?"
"Does Heaven really want me, a useless person, to continue living such a mediocre life? Why did it give me a second chance? Isn't my life mediocre enough already?"
At this moment, his heart was bleeding, and he roared and howled in anger to vent his dissatisfaction.
"Wait, what did that captain just say? He said he was going to cremate Falcon? In other words, they're going to cremate me. What?" He was horrified and thought to himself, "Cremation? Are you kidding me? No, I'm not dead yet, I can't be cremated."
"Sigh!" Mountain Eagle sighed, waved to his teammates, and said, "Let's go! Everyone go and get ready."
"Yes, Captain."
After Mountain Eagle and his teammates left, Falcon suddenly sat up and looked around again. He then realized that he was in a morgue. No wonder there were cold corpses everywhere, and no wonder he felt cold all over.
Thinking about being cremated, Falcon shuddered and quickly stood up, but his legs went weak and couldn't support his weight at all. With a thud, he sat back down heavily.