Qin Shoujiang went blind and retired, and everyone regarded him as useless.
Only the ragdoll cat I picked up was not quite right.
It wrote on his palm with its paw: "The water is poisonous."
It knocked his leg away as the bullet came flying: "Three o'clock."
It picked up the detonator in the fire scene, and the enemy's face was reflected in its amber pupils.
Until his enemies surrounded the house and in a desperate situation, the cat jumped on his blood-stained shoulder.
This time, what it scratched on the floor with its bloody claw tips was no longer instructions——
But a name, a name that should have died three years ago.
"The traitor in Operation Night Owl is your brother."
Qin Shoujiang's blank eyes looked over his shoulder.
"Who are you anyway?"
The cat didn't answer, but gently rubbed its head against the scar on his jaw.
Then, with an extremely raw and hoarse voice belonging to a human girl, she said in his ear:
"Take me... Home."
