Suddenly stood up and shouted with a dry temperament, the name is He Lingfeng, who used to be a top Chinese special forces, and the more prominent position is the assaulter.

However, because of the repeated killing of prisoners, he was finally ordered to leave the army.

After being discharged from the army, I worked as a bodyguard!

However, because of the reason for being discharged from the army, I am resentful!

Therefore, they often talk back to their employers, resulting in a bad reputation in the industry.

Later, no bodyguard company was willing to accept him.

For a bite of food, he ended up being reduced to a gatekeeper.

To be unlucky, among the more than fifty veterans in the entire hall, his luck definitely belongs to the bottom five.

Although he was unlucky, through the information Wang Xiang inquired, he learned that his ability should be in the top ten among the crowd.

Of course, this refers to his strength before he was discharged from the army two years ago. Now that he has been discharged from the army for two years, how much is left, then we need to consider it to know.

As soon as He Lingfeng's words came out, the mercenaries present were stunned.

Because I don't understand it!

There is no way, although He Lingfeng can understand English, but what he said, it is estimated that few people present can understand it.

He Lingfeng is not a scholar.

Although I have learned English because of the mission, I can listen to it, just forget it!

You can't understand the sorrow of scumbags!

He Lingfeng also felt strange, he said it so much, why didn't anyone come to praise him?

Wang Xiang couldn't cry or laugh, just interrupt himself, at least what you said must let everyone know what it means, right?

When you're done, am I going to give you the stairs down, or am I looking at you in the same bewilderment as everyone else?

Wang Xiang took over embarrassedly: "This brother, don't be excited, you sit down first!"

When He Lingfeng heard this, he forced the corners of his mouth and smiled, and then sat down a little depressed.

Wang Xiang smiled at everyone, and then continued: "Continue what you just said! I know that everyone must be unwilling! As far as I know, after some of you are discharged from the army, you are so poor that you can only go to the black market to fight black boxing, and every time you almost die, you just want a little money!"

Wang Xiang looked around at everyone, and said in a high voice: "Is it worthy of the reputation of your soldier king to mix so low?"

This time, no one spoke.

Wang Xiang felt that it was better, at least he would not feel embarrassed and at a loss.

"Absolutely sorry! Everyone, now that you can come here as promised, it means that you are tired of the old life!" Wang Xiang paused, and then said: "Whether you are looking for an exciting life, or for money and glory!"

"We are gathered together to create our own future!"

Wang Xiang raised his wine glass and shouted, "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" everyone stood up and raised their glasses.

"Sit down, everyone, and listen to my last word!" Wang Xiang put down his wine glass and waved his hands.

After everyone sat down, Wang Xiang continued: "What I said just now is just the opening remarks! I know that everyone is an adult, and I don't come here to listen to my nonsense! I will only say a more practical sentence in the end. ”

"Follow me! There is no shortage of money!

Hearing this, everyone gave Wang Xiang warm applause in response.

The rest of the day, everyone began to enjoy the dinner.

Guo Lin tugged at the corner of Wang Xiang's clothes, leaned into Wang Xiang's ear and said, "Isn't this too high-profile?"

The corners of Wang Xiang's mouth curled, and he smiled evilly: "High-profile?"

Guo Lin looked at Wang Xiang and nodded with a serious face.

"You're too careful! We haven't really gained momentum yet, how many people can care about us? You're nervous because you know what we're going to do in the future. But do others know?" Wang Xiang's eyes were a little deep.

After listening to Wang Xiang's explanation, Guo Lin was also relieved.

How many people know that the people sitting in this room today are going to become notorious mercenaries?

Perhaps, others still think that this is a company group travel dinner.

People who have ghosts in their hearts will always be suspicious and suspicious! Guo Lin explained to himself in his heart.

With such fanfare, it really doesn't look like forming a mercenary group at all.

It also gave Wang Xiang the illusion of a celebration banquet for the establishment of a new company.

Looking at the lively situation of a group of glasses of wine coming and going, Wang Xiang began to think about how to let the group of people quickly run in.

And how to get this group of people back to their peak state as soon as possible.

In the group below, the longest has been out of the army for three years, and the shortest is only a few months.

Although all of them were retired from the king of soldiers, some of them had stopped training after they retired.

Although some of them are doing some maintenance training, after all, they are not in a state of state, and their combat capability will also deteriorate.

How many once famous soldier kings have been retired from the army for less than ten years, and even three or four ordinary people can't beat them?

Too much!

Almost more than 70%!

Reality is not a film and television drama, the army is a furnace, a place for forging steel.

And society is a comfortable township, only responsible for dissipating the will to struggle.

Unfortunately, too much of the steel forged from the furnace has been reduced to mud.

However, the mud used to be steel after all, and the foundation is still there, and as long as it is rebuilt, it will soon be restored to its original state.

The longest retirement is only three years, and the basic operational consciousness has not yet been abandoned.

As long as you polish it a little, you can quickly get used to the smell of gunsmoke.

Now, all we have to do is wait for the good news from Blackwater and Tisven!

One month!

If a month later, there is no news from Tisven's side.

Wang Xiang planned to change places.

Wang Xiang is not a person who admits death, if the bone set in Yiguo is more difficult to gnaw, he will not mind changing to a bone that is easier to gnaw.

Tightening the wine glass in his hand, Wang Xiang's slightly squinted eyes flashed a cold light!

India!

Our game is about to start, and I'm going to play you little by little!

Manager Mo felt a chill around him, and a chill rushed to him.

Manager Mo didn't understand what this feeling was called.

And for Guo Lin, who was sitting on the other side of Wang Xiang, this feeling was too familiar.

It is estimated that everyone sitting in the hall, except for Manager Mo, knows what this feeling is.

It has a nice name, it's called: Killing Intent!

Of course, this ethereal feeling, replaced by the word killing intent, is just used as a description.

It's just a red flag.

It's like when an ordinary person looks at a wild hungry wolf, the body instinctively senses a signal of crisis.

What the hungry wolf emits is the so-called danger signal, commonly known as killing intent!