Chapter 200 War Syndrome

Wu Xian looked at the three-edging army thorn that was still dripping blood and threw it at the cabin wall with regret. The three-edging army thorn was slightly blocked and stabbed into the cabin wall. Wu Xian pulled his hair and buried his head in his hands, looking very helpless.

"What's wrong with me? Why is this so? Why? Why?..." Wu Xian asked himself over and over again that although the gold bars he gave to the crew were enough to pay for all his medical expenses, Wu Xian's heart was extremely painful.

What I hurt today is a person who doesn't have much to do with me. What about tomorrow? It may be your own brother, your lover, or more likely to be your relatives. Thinking that he might have done something unforgivable, Wu Xian's head was about to explode.

Wu Xian dragged his hair desperately, hoping that the pain on his scalp could relieve the pain in his brain, but it still had no effect. Wu Xian shouted and suddenly hit the support frame of **. His scalp was broken, and the blood slowly flowed down into Wu Xian's mouth. The faint salty taste made Wu Xian's eyes open. It began to turn red, and the short relaxation satisfied Wu Xian, but after satisfaction, his head began to hurt again. Wu Xian bumped into the support frame more violently this time, and the blood flowed down like an open faucet, while Wu Xian's eyes flashed with satisfaction and madness.

"Xian, what are you doing?" Seeing Wu Xian desperately hitting the support frame, the black widow immediately ran to Wu Xian. Just now, because she couldn't stand Wu Xian, she went out to breathe. After a while, she heard a scream. Looking at the crew running out of her cabin, the black widow didn't have much time to run to the cabin. As soon as she came in, she saw Wu Xian hitting the support frame like crazy.

The black widow ran behind Wu Xian and violently cut Wu Xian's neck with her right hand. Wu Xian did not faint immediately. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the black widow and fainted in the black widow's arms with grateful eyes.

The black widow saw the ghost in camouflage standing aside and asked angrily, "Xian, why did he do this?"

"I'm going to take a shower." The ghost face said coldly like gold, but he walked to the black widow and said, "Looking at his situation, it seems to be a relatively serious war syndrome."

"War Syndrome." The black widow slowly reads that this word may not understand the meaning of this term for most people at all, but it is too familiar for black widows and ghost faces.

As long as soldiers have fought on the battlefield, killed people or watched their comrades die, they will more or less have this disease, but some people are not too obvious. To put it simply, this war syndrome is a psychological disease. For people who have been traumatized by war, this is the nightmare of their lives. A mild degree can be controlled by drugs. Sick patients, unless they are strong-willed people, will not escape being tortured to death by this psychological disease.

Mercenaries are also human beings. Even if they are mad dogs of war, synonymous with death, but in the final analysis, they are still flesh and blood. They have more experience than ordinary soldiers, and the separation of life and death they have seen is not accessible to ordinary soldiers. In this case, their probability of getting sick is far greater than that of ordinary soldiers.

Every mercenary will find something to vent the emotions accumulated by a mission. It's easy for a male mercenary to say that it's all to vent on a woman's belly. If it really doesn't work, it's okay to find something you like, and it's not good to vent. More. Just like the ghost face, each mission will bring back a cat to keep in its own secret nest, and will buy different styles of clothes and pile it up in its own wardrobe. Although none of them have been worn by the ghost face, the ghost face's emotions are well vented.

When Wu Xian was not known to be a transformation warrior with complete memory before, he did not vent his emotions after each mission. Although training themselves after they went back can eliminate some emotions, the remaining emotions slowly accumulated in Wu Xian's heart until recently. During this period of continuous comfort, the hidden evil disease in Wu Xian's heart completely broke out.

"I think you also know what his situation is. Now there are only two ways left for him, one is suicide and early liberation. The other is that the madness is active on the battlefield, let death spur him and make him temporarily forget the pain in his heart. But it makes it more painful in the future. The ghost looked at Wu Xian, who was covered with blood and said.

"No! Both of them won't work." The black widow shouted heartbreakingly. Although she knew that these were the only two feasible ways, she absolutely didn't want to hear such a result.

"That's up to you." After saying this, the ghost went to bed silently and didn't look at Wu Xian and the black widow. Lying in **, thinking about Wu Xian's crazy appearance just now, the ghost face felt a little confused for the first time, because of the misery of the same disease, or because...

Captain Wang Guoming was excited with a group of people and rushed to the door of Wu Xian's cabin with the guy's crew in his hand. Wang Guoming took two people into the cabin where Wu Xian lived and saw Wu Xian with a bloody face fall into a woman's arms, and another woman lying indifferently **.

"Who injured the crew on my boat just now?" Wang Guoming tried his best to suppress his anger. Although he and others were holding guys in their hands, compared with the guys in other people's hands, they were purely a group of people who thought they were dying for a long time.

Wang Guoming finished his words, and no one was there. Wang Guoming, who was already angry, immediately blushed. He shouted loudly, "Who hurt my crew? Don't rely on your guns. I'm afraid of you. Isn't it just a life? I can afford it, and he has enough to live for decades. Come on, who hurt my crew?"

Wang Guoming's loud shouting made the ghost face very unhappy. He sat up from ** and pointed to Wang Guoming and said, "The person you are looking for is there. If you still dare to shout, I will shoot you." Saying that the ghost face is like a trick, there is an extra gun in his hand.

"Ha ha, it's him!" Wang Guoming said with a smile, but his words were cold inside and out. Collapsed me? Yes, you can come if you have the guts." With that, Wang Guoming suddenly pulled off his clothes.

The ghost's eyes jumped. Wu Xian and Wang Guoming were fellow villagers and were all crazy. Wu Xian carried a saber that could explode at any time. The old boy in front of him was covered with explosives. Although there were some explosives, the ghost could see at a glance that it was earth explosives made by himself, but it could not be denied that there was C4 in his stack! The ghost face feels that the world is crazy. Anyone is a lifeless madman, and he can dare to go to some African countries here.

"Ha ha, if I am the captain of this ship, I have a reason to coexist with this ship. Thinking of the chaos in the Gulf of Aden, I bought this valuable vest. Originally, I wanted to die with pirates, but I didn't expect to go with my "hometownmen" now." When it comes to the word 'hometown', Wang Guoming said it with his back teeth.

"Enough? If it's not enough to continue, go out. When he wakes up, we will naturally come to you. If you want the people on your boat to die with you, then press your rag vest!" The black widow's voice was a little colder than the ghost face, and there was an expression on her face that had never been seen before.

Seeing that Wang Guoming had not left, the black widow directly threw a backpack at Wang Guoming's feet. Two offensive grenades rolled at Wang Guoming's feet. A square object exposed a corner from his backpack. Wang Guoming saw it clearly that it was the same thing as the most powerful thing on his vest. Thinking of the crew on his ship, Wang Guoming retreated. OK, I'll wait for you to come to me."

The ghost looked at his backpack on the ground. His heart had never been so exciting. He looked at the black widow with an absolutely abnormal face and scolded him. At least you are also a sniper! You are now doing the same as the Pathfinder, always ready to die with others, but at least think about others.

The ghost climbed down from the bed and cleaned up the things on the ground. He was asking himself if he didn't bring so many dangerous goods on his next mission. But he said to the black widow, "Don't touch my things in the future."

The black widow looked at the ghost's face with indifferent eyes, cold and not angry at all, only endless murderous intent.

After two "ka" and "ka", the black widow's samurai sword was mounted on the neck of the ghost's face, and the ghost-faced pistol pointed straight at the black widow's eyebrows. The war was imminent, and neither of them let anyone look at each other. No one knew what kind of action they would take in the next moment.