My consciousness started to blur.In a daze, I seemed to have returned to those days abroad.It was a dangerous place, but full of vitality.When I was five, I was abducted and trafficked, eventually ending up at the border. It was Old Hawk who pulled me out among a pile of corpses.He thought I was filthy, but he gave me half a piece of hardtack.My adoptive father, Old Hawk, was a man of few words, and also one of the world's top marksmen. He taught me how to assemble a Glock in three seconds. He said, "A gun is a partner more reliable than people."My adoptive mother, TNT, was an elegant lunatic.She taught me how to make liquid bombs from supermarket detergent.She said, "If anyone bullies you, blow them up. No need to reason with them."And then there was Eason, my sworn brother who crawled out of the same pile of corpses.He always saved the best meat for me. With a smile, he would break the arms and legs of anyone who made me cry.Those days of living on the knife's
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