The old mule is good at everything.

The skill is above average in the organization, and the IQ is okay.

But there is one problem, and that is alcoholism!

Morning, noon and evening, no matter where the person is, even if it is squatting, wine is essential. But the amount of alcohol can only be considered average.

Several times when he went out on a mission, he ended up drinking too much and messed up the task, and killed two teammates, if it weren't for the fact that he was the elder of the organization, the leader would have dismantled him a long time ago.

Today, he drank three full bottles of Erguotou, and he only felt that he was walking lightly, as if he was about to fly into the sky. Even the pole in front of him had to have at least three shadows.

Judging from the current state, it is really not suitable for the mission.

But the leader was in a hurry.

Thinking that the target person was just a powerless teacher, the old mule smiled self-deprecatingly: "It is said that wine is strong and intimidating, why do you drink a little wine but become less and less courageous?"

I'm afraid of a fart! It's just a teacher, and pulling it into the woods is a hard beating. After completing the task, wait to go back to share dividends, and then you can be chic for a while.

Thinking of this, the old mule suddenly came to his senses and staggered towards the opposite side of the road.

At this time, a van went on a rampage and killed from the side, and the old mule instinctively flashed, but his feet slipped and fell to the ground with a "poof".

"Crunch", the van quickly braked suddenly, and the wheels rubbed violently against the ground, leaving two long black marks. Fortunately, the people and the car were fine, and the wheels of the van were only a centimeter away from the old mule's head. It's really thrilling.

The bald man in the van wiped the cold sweat on his face, slapped the steering wheel violently, took out a wrench from under the seat and jumped down, pointed at the old mule and scolded: "Mom, where did you get the hair? Dare to touch your Tianbang brother? Little chicken, green hair, on, give Lao Tzu a beat!"

The old mule was full of wine, his eyes were half-open, and he pointed to the heavenly stick: "You...... What kind of birdman are you, spread it out of me!...... I don't ...... Woo...... Wow!"

Before the words fell, the old mule's stomach had a spasm, and he couldn't hold back it at all, so he opened his mouth and spit out the noodles that had not been digested at noon.

"!" Tianbang suddenly rolled his eyes in anger, the smell almost didn't smoke him to faint, jumped up and kicked the old mule's chest hard, and shouted at the and the green-haired youth next to him, "Hammer!

"Mom, you guys...... How dare you hit me?"

There is a way that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the old mule has the title of a killer, and although he drinks too much, he still has no problem dealing with a few small oils.

Before the's hand could touch the corner of his coat, he was thrown into the ditch by the old mule with a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall.

Tianbang was taken aback, and at a glance he could see that the guy in front of him had some kung fu in his hands, and he wanted to slip away, but the green hair next to him suddenly became ruthless, and the old mule was a little slow to react after drinking, so he saved it from behind.

The green hairs shouted: "Brother Tianbang, hurry up! I've caught this hair!"

"Okay!" the heavenly stick was overjoyed, picked up the wrench and smashed it into the old mule's chest, and with a muffled sound, the old mule was directly beaten and spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

At the same time, the that he threw into the stinking ditch also got up, and fought three against one, having an advantage in numbers and weapons, and soon the old mule could not resist it, and lay on the ground and wailed.

The poor generation of killers was beaten to death by a few little deflated people, and the old mule was so ashamed that he almost burped.

Qin Mengyan didn't have classes in the afternoon, and as soon as she got out of the school gate, she saw Tianbang and two people surrounding a guy and beating him, and couldn't help but step forward: "What are you doing?"

"You don't care ......" Tianbang subconsciously wanted to burst into foul mouth, and when he saw Qin Mengyan's face clearly, he quickly swallowed the remaining half of the sentence into his belly. He smiled and said, "It turned out to be an old aunt, no, this is not a good thing to do, but she actually touched porcelain! My brother really couldn't stand it, so he beat him!"

"Touching porcelain!" Qin Mengyan didn't have a good impression of this kind of person, so she just said, 'Don't beat them to death', and walked away.

The three of them beat the old mule again, this guy has rough skin and thick meat, but it makes them tired, Tianbang supports his knees with both hands, and panting: "Come on...... To give...... Throw this hairy to the laborers...... Throw it into the stinking gutter! Mom, let's see if he dares to touch porcelain in the future. ”

Green Mao rubbed his reddened hands: "Damn, this fur is so thick!"

By the time the old mule got up, it had been two hours later, and his whole body was in terrible pain, and his head was dizzy. When I took out my wet mobile phone, I saw that the whole dozen or so missed calls were all from the leader.

Drinking and making a mistake, the old mule slapped his head and quickly dialed it back.

The moment the phone was connected, the chief's complaint came from the other end: "Mule, what are you doing?

"No!" the old mule denied it, his eyes rolling, "Honestly, we seriously underestimated the strength of the target!

"What?

"No, this guy is accompanied by several bodyguards!"

"You fought them?"

"Don't worry, Chief, I've secretly dealt with them, and now there is only that little white face left, as long as he dares to go out of the school, they will complete the task!"

The leader instructed: "Then be careful yourself, remember that Huaxia is not as good as abroad, and try to do everything cleanly and don't keep your tail." In particular, remember not to do it in a crowded place! ”

Looking at the phone that hung up, the old mule suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and got up with difficulty, his body was wet under the scorching sun, which was called a stinking sky, not to mention passers-by, even he felt disgusting.

It just so happened that there was a pond outside the side wall of the school, and the old mule took off his pants and washed it from head to toe in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, the clothes he left on the side of the road were thrown into the dung pit by a few naughty children passing by, and he was hit with stones all over his head, and the old mule was so angry that his feet cramped and almost drowned in the pond.

In the end, I had to weave a grass skirt and squat in the grass until it was dark.

Fortunately, the phone and bag are still there, and I don't know when there is an extra message on WeChat, which records Xu Moqiu's home route and approximate time.

Looking at the current time, it is almost time, and it is time to start preparing.

The old mule slipped into a smoke and came to the path that Xu Moqiu had to pass when he went home, and ambushed him.

About ten minutes later, a person riding a tattered old-fashioned 28 bars appeared in his field of vision, the street lights of this path are very dim, and the five-handed night vision binoculars in the hands of the old mule are also a little grinded, flowered, not very clear, but the human body shape and the target person are very similar.

The same car, with a similar figure, is ten 仈Jiǔ.

Soon, the man appeared in front of him with his pedals humming a song, the lights in front of him were even dimmer, and the road had already been sprinkled by the old mule with a thumbtack, as long as he rode over, he would immediately burst the tire, and then cause the vehicle to roll over, and the man would fall half to death, and the old mule would have no trouble completing the task.

It seems that the best killer award in the organization this year is none other than himself!

However, as if he knew there was a trap ahead, the guy suddenly jumped off the pedals

, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the pole to stare at the night sky.

He is the self-proclaimed talented teacher Xu Moqiu Xu.

Then the old mule heard him say to himself, "If you don't sing a poem about this situation and this scene, won't you live up to this beautiful scene?" I'll wait until I'm brewing it......"

Then I saw Xu Moqiu pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

The old mule scolded in his heart: It's really a stinky old nine, and he will be sour when he dies. Anyway, Brother Mule has a good heart, and he will make you sour.

After walking for about three or five minutes, Xu Moqiu finally stopped, put one hand behind his back, cleared his throat, and shook his head: "Ah~ The sun is shining, women have a conference! Who said that women have no status......?

What? Is this what a language teacher is called?

The old mule almost fell to the ground, and I thought he would come up with some kind of lofty poem, but it turned out to be ...... Mom! At this level, it's completely misguided!

Then I heard him smug there: "Good poems, good poems! Tomorrow I must let those little rabbits memorize them!"

The old mule couldn't help but want to hit someone, and when he finished smoking a cigarette, the man casually flicked the cigarette butt into the grass, and the cigarette butt fell straight on the old mule's neck in a graceful arc, and he almost screamed. I accidentally touched the thatch next to it, and suddenly there was a soft sound.

"Who?" Xu Moqiu looked into the grass with a wary expression.

"Squeak" The old mule was in a hurry, and quickly learned to call a mouse.

"Mom, it's a dead mouse! Scare your grandfather! Dog thing! Come out at night and be scary, I don't have a sense of morality! I'm sorry!" Xu Moqiu smacked a bubble of thick phlegm into the grass.

"Smack", just spit on the old mule's face, almost disgusting him to death. The old mule wanted to jump up and reason with him: "Why are you a teacher, and you have a sense of public morality when you spit?"

And just when the old mule was hesitating whether to make a move at this time, Xu Moqiu suddenly pulled off his pants, and a soak of urine fell from the sky, directly sprinkling the old mule's head and face.

The old mule was so angry that he almost died, and suddenly remembered that the client had not asked for the limbs to be broken?

It's too late, it's too soon.

The old mule screamed, and came out of the grass directly like a mouse, and the scimitar in his right hand shone in the moonlight, and slashed straight at Xu Moqiu's tool that was still discharging water.

"Ahh

He never thought that he would just pee. Isn't this too much?

"The one who wants your life!" The old mule knew that the villain died from talking too much, so he replied in a sinister manner, wiped the stinky liquid on his face, and waved the scimitar in his hand and pounced on Xu Moqiu again.

Although he was beaten badly in the afternoon, as a killer, his physical fitness is naturally far beyond ordinary people, and dealing with a poor Confucian student who has no power to restrain a chicken is not the same as abusing a dog?

Therefore, the old mule didn't take Xu Moqiu in his eyes at all, and the scimitar in his hand seemed to have eyes, and only slashed at Xu Moqiu's crotch.

Xu Moqiu dodged around the electric pole and shouted: "! What's wrong with you? Which mental hospital door is not closed tightly for you to escape? If you can understand people, stop quickly! Otherwise, I'll have to do it!"

"the ......," the old mule licked his lips as he let out a shrill and weird laugh from the villains on TV, "Boy, I can only tell you that you offended someone who shouldn't be offended!