For mercenaries, the most reluctant task is to take the customer to act together, if it is just an ordinary bodyguard or escort task, it is good to say, let the customer sit in the armored car to pick a safe route to hurry, with a large group of burdens together to engage in smuggling is another matter, in the kind of sneaky action process, in case the customer can't run and react slowly or rely on himself to be the owner of the money to play a little temper, it may lead to the tragic situation of the whole army in minutes.

Therefore, when doing this kind of task, it has become an unwritten rule in this line to understand the details of their customers, in addition to having a grasp of the identity background, but also to assess whether the customer has the ability to protect themselves in the environment of bullets and bullets, one is to let themselves have the bottom of their hearts, and the other is to use their own means of cultivation on the battlefield to deter the employer, so that they can obey orders and listen to commands in a dangerous environment.

Based on this guiding ideology, although it was very inappropriate for me to have a discussion with this bad scholar, no one said anything to stop it, and let the two of us find a secluded place to fight, according to the strong man named Han Yamo, this kind of activity is not only beneficial to the body and mind, but also promotes mutual trust between employers and mercenaries, and they meet and become iron buddies with a group of masters who know and become iron buddies through this kind of entertaining and educational little game......

Our community is located on the edge of the city, two stops north of the door is a large small hill mound, in the early years here is a mountain field for mining stones, and then not allowed to open the mountain within the city limits, here is gradually abandoned, although the city planning department once planned to develop a weekend tour of the farmhouse and other tourism projects here, but in the end because the mountain was blown up beyond recognition by years of mining and abandoned the plan.

As a result, it has become a forgotten corner of the ever-changing city, not only is there not many people come, but there are not even cars passing by. I fell in love with this deserted and worthless place, which was the biggest role except for the occasional drive to escape the hustle and bustle of the city and the worries of work and life. It is to use the lush grove halfway up the mountain that no one can drill to bury the things that have to be lost in the research institute but cannot be seen......

So, because he agreed to gamble with me, he took a car and came here with me. Seeing such a strange scene, I parked the car directly next to the grove, and then carried out the military shovel and bags of black plastic bags from the trunk, which were tight but still smelled foul, and then ignored him as an outsider, and went straight to dig a pit and fill the soil, a set of standard actions of destroying corpses and hiding incriminating evidence.

That's right, I just plan to give this kid a dismount, so that Ya knows that we are also living a life of licking blood from two heads for three days. I specially brought him here, and by the way, I can also solve the problem of the backlog and deterioration of the real yàn waste in the institute, which is becoming more and more strict, but this kind of small scene doesn't seem to frighten this braggart boy who claims to be murderous and has been rolling in a mountain of corpses and blood, only to see the bad scholar old god leaning on a tree, raising his head and asking me leisurely: "Do you need to help? ”

"No," I replied muffled as I swung my shovel.

"It's definitely not a human being, right?" the bad scholar continued to smile and asked, "If you are a human, you definitely don't dare to take out the belt bones and throw them directly, at least you have to soak them in lime water for two days before you can do it......"

"Would you like to see it?" I asked, as I threw a black bag at the kid's feet and asked a little defiantly.

This kind of small scene naturally couldn't frighten the mercenary who licked the blood from the knife, and the bad scholar kicked the bag open with a contemptuous smile. As a result, he glanced at the colorful bits and pieces in the bag, and his face turned green all of a sudden—it was not surprising at all, for the first time, he saw the person who was thrown out of Chen Sanshan's room to study garbage. If you are not so frightened that you plug your eyes and support the tree and vomit wildly, you can be regarded as strong-willed and courageous.

"How's it going? It's exciting, isn't it?" I laughed evilly: "These arms and legs that you threw today are quite light, you can wait until the day you throw them into the water?"

"I should have thought that the fourth master's brother is really not an ordinary person...... the bad scholar muttered, swallowed and raised his head and said to me: "It seems that your courage doesn't need to be practiced, you are used to seeing these things, and you probably won't be afraid of your brains, right?"

I shrugged my shoulders and laughed, but suddenly a trace of bitterness suddenly appeared in my heart, and I was blown away by the brains of various unknown creatures. It must have been much more than the experience of this mercenary in front of me......

The bad scholar had a blank face, and his hand reached into his arms. Pull out a cigar cigarette that is long and thick as your middle finger, and use the folding saber you carry with you to cut off the seal. Hold it in your hand and weigh it over and over again, is this because you can't accept it in your heart for a while, and you want to smoke a cigarette to suppress the shock?

Before I could speak, the kid suddenly flicked his wrist and threw the cigar high into the sky, my eyes involuntarily moved up with the flying cigar, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the bad scholar's right hand quickly touching his waist......

"What do you want to do?" I quickly grabbed the mushroom from my pocket and stuffed it into my mouth with lightning speed.

Sure enough, what this grandson took out from his back was a large-caliber revolver with a shiny silver body, and the heavy metallic luster made people know at a glance that it was a real murder weapon.

"Bang!" the bad scholar who took out the gun fired without stopping, but the target was not me, but the muzzle of the gun was slightly pointed at the sky, and at the same time he fired, the cigar smoke that had already flown to the highest point and began to fall was raised as if someone had whipped it, and it was obviously shot by the bad scholar.

At this point, it dawned on me that this grandson was showing off his marksmanship to me, but this method is too low, although it is indeed not easy to hit a small object flying in the sky, but this is at best a juggling level, and the famous professional mercenary can only show this level, to be honest, it is quite disappointing.

Before the words of ridicule could be uttered, my expression froze, because I had been greatly enhanced by the biological armor and could clearly see that the cigar smoke that had been shot was not only intact, but the seal that had been cut off by the bad scholar was now emitting green smoke and sparks—that shot had hit the end of the cigar with unmistakable accuracy, and lit the cigarette!

The cigar fell to the bad scholar's shoulder, the kid grabbed it, stuffed it into his mouth and took a hard sip to make the spark expand, and let out a puff of smoke comfortably: "Let's go back after smoking this cigarette, I still have one here that you smoke?"

A cigar with a thick middle finger was thrown at me, and the bad scholar pointed at me casually with the muzzle of the gun: "However, I didn't bring a lighter today, so we can only use this one - can I light it for you?" (To be continued...... ）