My name is Old Man Wang, twenty-five years old, female. There is a shabby herbal tea stall on Rongcheng Old Street, which costs five yuan a bowl. Until the city manager kicked my stall down, the gangsters laughed and smashed the place, crushing my glass jars with their dirty yellow feet.
I looked down at the tea stains on my overalls: "Tsk, new ones..."
Three seconds later, Huang Mao smashed into the wall like a broken sack, leaving only heavy breathing in the alley.
The blood-stained old code name pierced the fireworks in the city: "Yaksha, the organization needs you to come back."
Blood-stained gloves handed over a photo: "Your partner who has been 'dead' for five years is still alive."
The retired god of war was forced to return to his old career? Damn it! But the crescent scar in the photo was a wound that I stitched up for him with my own hands.
The secret recipe of herbal tea suppresses the ferocity of genetic experiments, a broken casserole can block sniper bullets, and a pulse bomb hidden in a tricycle can flatten a city block.
The refrigerated compartments of the morgue are stuffed with amnesic yellow hairs, the Internet celebrity live broadcast room hides murderous intentions, and the assembly line of the health drink factory is filled with deadly genetic medicine...
And the man who "died" for me was holding a sniper rifle, and the cheap sweet scent of strawberry lollipops remained in the smoke.
The shadow of the hive covers the world, and zombie viruses breed in the dark.
When the end comes, I push the modified herbal tea stall through the line of fire——
"Iced herbal tea, which relieves heat, detoxifies, and inhibits mutations. One cup costs ten thousand. You can pay with cash and scan the QR code!"
They call me the savior? No, I just want to find that bastard, pay him back the life I owe him, and beat him up!
This fucking retirement life is just like the ghost of the even more fucked up ex-partner!
