"The dog's nose is quite smart, and he can find it here, but alas, no matter how smart the hound is, it is only a dog!" A blonde man in a top hat and coat sat on the sofa with a glass of red wine, and his long, powerful fingers were leisurely shaking the wine glass.

"......" sat on the opposite side of the couch a big black man like a rock.

Doorway.

Someone rang the doorbell for three long and one short as a code.

Without waiting for the blonde man and the big black man to react, the person outside the door took the key and automatically opened the door and came in.

This is an old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle who can't even see his toes, a white race, in Europe and the United States, this kind of person thrown into the sea of people, can't even splash a wave. Aside from the fat, swollen eyes that sometimes glow like pins, the rest of the Mediterranean man looked like nothing.

As soon as he looked at the person, the arrogant blonde man quickly sat up straight, put down his wine glass, and slightly lifted his hat to salute the old man of the Mediterranean.

Big black rocky.

Stand up as well and nod to each other.

"Haha, dear children, let's take it easy. Although those hunting dogs have very sensitive noses, they can't help me, a real hunter, ahahaha, even if I am ten years old, I can't be caught, I am Frank, known as the white fox. The old man closed the door, walked to the wine cabinet in the hall, and poured himself a glass of whiskey: "Let's celebrate, we have successfully completed a daring mission today, earning a commission that many mercenaries dare not think of, let them envy it!"

"Cheers Daddy!" the blonde man raised his glass high and smiled, "You're the best, I've always believed that Daddy Frank you're the best!"

"Feige, your words make me feel twenty years younger, ahaha!" The old Mediterranean man who called himself Frank drank it all and looked at the big black man sitting upright on the sofa: "Greg, won't you have a drink?"

"Nope. The big black man shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't want to get a drop of wine until it's really safe." ”

"You're so nervous, kid. Frank, who had a Mediterranean hairstyle, shook his head: "You don't know, in this country, whether it is us whites, or you blacks, in short, a qiē foreigner, they are called foreigners in awe. And as foreigners, we all enjoy privileges, the highest and best privileges, you know, child, in this country, you will find that this place is safer than anywhere in the world, even more than your home!"

"Forgive him, Daddy Frank, Greg is still a newcomer who has just debuted for two years. The arrogant blonde man smiled and raised his glass: "He can not pee his pants like those rookies, it's good enough, you can't ask for more from him!"

"......" the big black man sat like a rock, not arguing at all.

"Dear Greg, I am very optimistic about you, although you have only been debuting for two years, you have a strong body like a rhinoceros, and a keen sense of smell like a hyena, which is enough to make you a powerful and formidable mercenary, and most importantly, you also have a vigilant heart like a mouse, which is a special talent that ordinary mercenaries can't train. I dare say that it would be a terrible thing for anyone to become your enemy. Old man Frank, known as the white fox, poured himself another glass of wine, and while drinking, he raised his glass to the big black man: "My child, in any corner of the world, whether it is Europe or Africa, or in the Middle East, where the fighting is endless all day long, it is very necessary to be vigilant, this is the basic code of our mercenaries' survival." But here, it's completely different, it's the safest place in the world, and you can imagine that the civilians here don't even own a gun, and the vast majority of people have never touched or even seen a real gun!

"That's right, Daddy, it's like heaven here!" the blonde man laughed wildly, "If it weren't for our mission today, would you imagine that this city has never had a street shooting in ten years?

"If I retire that day, I have to live here. Old man Frank shrugged his shoulders: "As long as I settle here, I will truly feel safe, and I will feel that I am a superior person." Cheers, my boy, for a killer, this city, ah no, can say that this country is so wonderful!"

"Cheers!" the blonde man happily gulped it down.

Just when they were laughing the most proudly, the big rocky black man suddenly opened his eyes, because he found that there was a shadow on the balcony at some point. The shadow remained silent, not knowing how long it had been listening.

The big black man jumped up, like a tank running over the enemy, and rushed to the balcony outside the hall.

Fists break through space.

With a dull sound of wind, it bombarded forward.

But this murderous punch that was able to knock the bison to the ground stopped instantly.

The shadow casually stretched out his hand and lightly blocked the big black man's full force.

The big black man's face was instantly filled with fear, he knew very well how powerful he was, and he also knew the lethality of his punch. However, the brute force iron fist that can directly blast the human head not only allows the enemy to block it, but the feeling of the fist being transmitted back is a chilling pain.

Even if it hits the copper wall.

There will be no such pain as if the bones were completely shattered......

Dangerous!

The black man quickly retreated, but before he could move, he noticed that the enemy's feet had reached his face.

Faster than when the charge came, the big black man rose into the air, and the whole person flew into the hall like a meteor, slashed through a space of more than ten meters, slammed into the wall, and then rebounded to the ground, blood, teeth, and various pieces of flesh and skin, scattered to the ground.

"Dear Greg, the age of fists is over, it's the age of guns. The blonde man Feige, holding the wine glass, still held the right hand of the wine glass, but the left hand that was originally inserted in the pocket conjured a pistol like lightning, the muzzle of the gun with a silencer, accurately pointed at the shadow of the slow progress on the balcony, and spit out a little firework: "Look at my correct demonstration!"

Snatch!

I saw the shadow's head tilted slightly, and the bullet aimed at the center of the eyebrows flew past the hair.

Missed? The blonde man Fitch felt a familiar sense of uncertainty in his heart, and he pressed the muzzle of the gun down lightly, and quickly fired another shot.

This time it hit accurately.

Right in the heart.

Bite!

A little spark splash.

The shadow of the shot is still striding forward as if nothing happened.

"Damn, he had a steel plate in his chest. The blonde man Fitch cried out. On the other side, the old man Frank with Mediterranean hair now has eyes sharper than sharp needles, and he has no intention of being half-drunk, he threw away the wine glass, the wine glass is still in mid-air, but his hands are not even half a second, and he has already marked two guns from his waist: "ChineseKungFu!"

Just as he raised his hand to shoot forward, the shadow vanished, and in the blink of an eye, flashed behind him.

White-gloved hands.

Sticking out from behind.

Holding down Frank's head with a Mediterranean hairstyle: "That's right, but unfortunately there is no prize!"

In the next second, this old guy who claimed to be a white fox, with a good Mediterranean bald head, turned in a different direction. Face back, back of head in front. His eyes bulged out, believing that he had never opened them so wide in his life, and the enemy was in front of him, but he could no longer see. There was endless fear in the pupils that froze instantly, just like the blonde man Feige now.

"Oh my God, my God!"

The blonde man Fitch frantically rushed to the door, and before he could take a step, he was shocked to find that his fallen companion Greg was already ahead of him.

The shadow vanished again, and when he reappeared, light smoke appeared in front of the door that the big black Greg had almost touched, as if he had been standing there in the first place. The big black Greg twisted his body like a python, and he fell back incredibly, falling the floor and rolling backwards at the same time. Feiqi, a blonde man who did not have this kind of talent, was horrified to find that his body was driven by inertia, and he didn't have time to react, he had already rushed over, and then his neckline tightened, and the whole person was lifted up by the shadow, and in his ears, he heard a death-like voice at the same time: "I hate it when people point guns at me!"

"Ahh

What I want to shout in my mouth may be spare, or maybe it is hell......

Feige felt that before he could express his meaning, he had a huge force, turning his whole person upside down, head and toe. It was dark in front of my eyes, and my whole consciousness was overwhelmed by the pain of a shattered skull, liver and brain.

Falling on the floor, the big black Greg finds that his former handsome and dashing companion Feige only has half of his face left.

Half a head, to be exact.

The other half has been reduced to countless pieces of flesh and blood. In the strange red and white intersection of blood and brains, a bulging and boundless horror eye was staring at him.

If, there is a chance to make a new choice in life.

Greg swore by it.

In his life, he will never set foot in the safest country in the world, as Father Frank said! It is true that the civilians of this country do not have guns, and many people regard foreigners as superior people, with both respect and awe. However, this seemingly harmless country has countless mysteries, just like the Grim Reaper who came out of nowhere tonight!