"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of blood, staining the white wall with dots of blood red, and Cass's clenched fists trembled slightly. The mercenary veteran, who had fought in the Middle East and the North African War of Independence, looked back hatefully, and the alley was empty. Just last night, before they could see each other's appearances clearly, Helvaro had already been fatally punched by the other party, which was an ending that Kas had never expected. Although Hervaro is the team's demoman, he is also a free fighting master, especially good at Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, but thinking back to last night's scene, Kas can't help but shudder - that man's movements are so lightning fast, even if Kas senses the other party's murderous aura, he has no time to warn Hervaro.

After that, Cass began a day and a night of cat-and-mouse escape. The other party didn't seem to be in a hurry to take his life, but just calmly stayed behind him, and whenever Cass felt that he had shaken off his tail with anti-tracking methods, the figure in a gray hoodie and a coffee-colored baseball cap would quietly appear. One day and one night, for nearly twenty-four hours, Kas drank only two sips of tap water, and did not eat any other grains of rice.

Kath smacked his lips, and his mouth was as dry as a thousand-year-old well. The whole body is even more wolf-bèi, and the salt frost on the back has long since dried. Kasi knew that at this time, he was already overdrawn, and if he didn't replenish some water, he would probably faint from dehydration.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and Kass turned his head, his heart was horrified, the gray hoodie under the street lamp was like a scythe in his hand, and Kass seemed to be able to hear the strange sound of laughter in the throat of the gray man, like the call of death to himself.

What made Kas even more desperate was that this time he actually broke into a dead end in a trance, and the high wall not far away was three meters high. Cass subconsciously turned to the side of the gray-clothed man, observing the terrain while being vigilant - survival is the most important thing.

The man in gray stood quietly under the street lamp, looking at Kath from afar. For some reason, Kass didn't feel the slightest hint of murder, instead, he saw a hint of pity in those black eyes.

There was an anti-theft window at a height of two meters on the opposite wall, and Cass hesitated, because the security window was too far away from the three-meter-high wall, otherwise he would only have to borrow a little strength, and it was not difficult to cross the three-meter-high wall with his skills. Glancing at the man in gray again, the other party had no intention of making a move, Kas moved his gaze back, focused his attention on the anti-theft window and the high wall, took a few deep breaths in a row, and was about to fight to the death, when a "whoosh" sound came from the sky, Kas flew to dodge, subconsciously dodging his vital parts, but there was still a slight numbness on his calf, and the strength of his whole body seemed to be instantly emptied, and Kas, who was about to exert his strength, instantly collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, it was very close to the wall, and Kath sat up straight against the wall, and looked down at the wound, which was actually a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair but as long as a palm.

Finally, the man in gray took a slow step, walking gently towards Kass in the corner of the cul-de-sac. As he walked, the man in gray unexpectedly opened the gray hat, and Cass realized that the other party was actually a very handsome young man, and in the dark night, the pair of eyes were so bright that it made people's hearts palpitate - so that Cass ignored the handsome appearance of the young man in front of him.

"Did you have a good run?" said the young man with a soft mouth, speaking Spanish with a Southern accent, and Cass's siblings all live in that small town on the border with Mexico. At this moment, Kas lost his mind slightly, as if he was facing the guy in the small town bar, and the other party was smiling and greeting him, "Hey, Kas, have you had a good time tonight? Cass quickly came back to his senses - since joining the army, even when fighting guerrilla warfare with government troops in the most difficult North African deserts, Cass has never experienced such a wolf bèi. Thinking of the battlefield in North Africa, Kas recalled the scene of birth and death with his brothers, but because of this trip to China, they all went to heaven to see God.

"Who are you?" asked Cass in Spanish.

The curvature of the corners of the other party's mouth became more and more weird: "Who am I?" The handsome young man seemed to be puzzled himself, his tone rose, and finally he raised his eyebrows, "Who am I, why do I live, where do I come from, where am I going, I have actually been thinking about these questions, but it seems that there are too many answers......"

The moment the other party raised his eyebrows, Kass saw the best opportunity to make a move, raised his right hand, and the military slash that had been prepared for a long time stabbed the young man's throat like lightning - there were two deep blood grooves on the military thorn, and Kas was confident enough to cut the other party's throat in the next second.

When the tip of the knife was only an inch away from the Adam's apple, in a moment, the young man actually smiled slightly, and slowly leaned back while stretching out two fingers with one hand to clamp the military thorn.

Kath was surprised to find that the military thorn in his hand did not move at all as if it had taken root, and Kas used enough strength to pull the general stab back.

The handsome young man suddenly let go of his fingers, and he stumbled and fell against the wall.

"You ......" a rare fear welled up deep in Kas's heart. Before coming to this ancient and mysterious country, he had heard countless legends about this ancient civilization of the East, among which he was most interested in traditional Chinese martial arts.

The young man smiled: "Maybe you have to see if you change to a cardinal, but you have to get a soldier, alas!" The young man sighed, and seemed to be a little disappointed in his words.

Kass gritted his teeth and said, "Five million, buy my own life." ”

The young man frowned, but seemed to be very interested in Kas's Tiyì: "Five million?" After a pause, he smacked his lips, "It's only five million, which is not enough to compensate you for the losses you caused on the Second Bridge." ”

Kass hated so much that he said fiercely: "Eight million! This is already the limit." ”

The young man actually smiled, squinted his eyes and said, "Ten million, a fixed price." ”

Kas was dumbfounded, never expecting that the hard-earned money earned from birth and death would become a lifesaver for this trip to China. Ten million is the total amount that Kas has in his bank account in Switzerland, and if it were all given to the young man in front of him, he would really be destitute.

The corners of the young man's mouth lifted lightly again, and he said softly and slowly: "Don't worry, I'll count to three, and give you three seconds to think about it!"

As he was about to speak, he saw a strange smile from the young man opposite.

"Three!"

The youth turned.

Cass's mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were full of fear.

The young man walked to the entrance of the alley, suddenly stopped, and slowly turned around: "Teasing you!"

At this moment, his smile was like the green lotus in the clear pond of Huangshan Mountain.

Leaving the alley, the young man slowly walked to the nearest bus stop, and said something in his mouth.

"Two ......"

It was a long time before he counted the sound.

"One. ”

In the alley, Kass closed his eyes in despair, and on the wall beside him, I don't know when, there was a line of small characters in seal script.

"Those who offend my Chinese will be punished even if they are far away. ”

The last bus came, and the driver glanced at the young man, perhaps the young man smiled kindly, and the driver said, "Good luck young man, this is the last bus." ”

The young man smiled: "Thank you." ”

The young man picked a place to sit down by the door, and slowly unzipped the gray tracksuit, and there was only a sports vest inside.

The young man stroked the vest that was torn by the violent movement, and said to himself with a bitter face: "Call people out in the middle of the night, and you will trouble Lianxin again when you go back......"

In the torn vest, multicolored tattoos loom.

Faintly only saw the dragon's head antlers.