They thought they were hunters until they noticed that their prey's shadow was longer than theirs.
The six members of the "Epee" team of the Langya Special Forces are sharp swordsmen who have fought their way through the recruit company. Lin Zhan, the captain who was a fencer, Wei Qingshan, the son of an Orion in the Greater Khingan Mountains, Zhou Tie, who has carried water for ten years in the Shaolin Temple, Luo Lie, an orphan orphaned by flash floods, Gu Huaijin, a third-generation red tactical genius, and Su Mu, a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine - six people with six origins were forged into the same sword.
Their mission is only one: to hunt.
Starting from the camp of border infiltrators, they chased to the abandoned quarry, to the lonely mountain terminal deep in the disputed area, and to the oil drilling platform in the desert outside the country. Every time I chased a hiding spot, I found an armband - a dark gray background, with the wings of a night owl spread out, and two holes in the eye sockets. The owner of the armband is a mysterious figure codenamed "Xiao". Everyone under him has a token carved on the bone with a knife. It's not a tattoo, it's not a brand, it's a number carved on the periosteum with the tip of a knife. The notches are mixed with fluorescent powder and will glow by themselves in the dark.
Lin Zhan thought they were chasing an organization until he discovered that the high school team—the man who forged them into swords—had the same scar on his collarbone. No.: CL-07. It's the same knife as the "Owl" jaw, and every token on the bodies of those being hunted, the same knife, the same hands.
What they are chasing is not the enemy, but the past of the high school team.
From stalker to stalker, from border to border, from knife to knife. When the thirty-two people who were engraved with numbers came from the secret one after another,
