The castle tower is the most life-threatening hellish place to lose, and it is a disincentive for those who are looking for a short time. After all, it is difficult for most people to accept that their bodies are being taken by others and used for other crimes.

In a place where mercenaries and refugees are mixed up, even the most cautious cowards can be killed.

Meng shook his head, let the warm wind blow in the south, his brain was clearer, and his feet were still a little disobedient. He had already used the strength of alcohol to almost make a fuss in the arms shopping street where the crowd was most concentrated, and there was no movement, and these merchants were all better than less.

The sun is dazzling, and the surroundings are bright and white. Meng Shui raised his hand and wiped his hair back: "Look at this, if you want to force it out, you have to make some bigger movements." ”

He is in great need of a vigorous domino effect right now.

In front of him, where the fighter hangar and shanty town are intertwined, is the largest mercenary airport in the South Seas, the castle tower airfield. Usually, it's similar to a vegetable market, and the crowds are sparse. But today is different, pilots, ground crew, and even family members and shops have come to surround the temporary area of the tarmac. There are Chinese arguments and scolding in various accents in the crowd, and it is not strange that there are a large number of people from various countries who can speak Chinese in a coastal city like the castle tower, and if you don't want to get along with money, Chinese is a must.

When I entered the tarmac, there were all people in front of me, and I couldn't squeeze into the tarmac of my own fighter at all. He violently pulled away from the crowd with the strength of his wine, and the others looked sideways with disgust, but seeing that he was tall and drunk, they didn't want to make trouble, and they all flashed to the side.

Meng Strike burst through the cracks in the man, and it was his own fighter in front of him.

There were also a number of people standing next to him, and in the center were three men uniformly wearing yellow diamond-patterned motorcycle jackets, carrying black lacquered wooden sticks behind them. Next to it are two shiny and gorgeous Suzuki second-generation Hayabusa heavy motorcycles, which were rare after the war.

In front of them was a bald fat man with a crossed waist, a suit and leather shoes, a yellow shirt, and a shiny face, who was reprimanding the person in front of him sharply: "...... Whose fighter! Just stop here casually, and you actually say you don't know! What are you doing? ”

"I ...... However, every day unregistered fighters come to refuel and resupply, and we have to do business......" The answer was a thin old man in a black uniform, with his shirt spread out over his pants and no hat. Although it is called scheduling, this leisurely appearance is really not very conventional.

Hearing this, the oil-faced suit straightened his neck and roared: "Fuck you!" How dare you defy me! Do your fucking bullshit business, I'm doing a business with you now, and buy your whole family's cheap life. A dime a head, a mortgage for ten years. ”

The dispatch didn't speak, and his waist bent even harder.

Meng Zhu looked at the group of people, no need to ask, it seems that this is the local gang. He reached out and pulled out the tablet used by the mercenary from the knee pocket of the flight suit, and used his membership card to log in to the mission claim screen: "Owari group? Just this group of people? Ridiculous name. ”

He tugged the touchscreen up and down with his hand, "Yo? A bounty for the assassination of the son of the leader of the Owari team? Someone posted this task. Hehe......" Meng Bang laughed, the pod he just ordered was originally used to counter-track the Hundred Days Ghost, and the assassination mission happened to be useful, "Make a big move, lead to the 'Hundred Days Ghost', I think I will start with him." ”

With that, Meng Strike raises his hand to pick up the task and confirms it, then tugs the tablet back into his lap pocket.

At this time, the crowd in front of him suddenly began to shout "Sell!" "Sell him your life!" "Don't be a bad seed! Ngawang, usually so energetic on the radio, continue to play! ”

"Uncle, uncle......" The dispatcher's voice trembled a little when he was called Ah Wang, "Uncle, do you still need to buy someone's life?" Not all the chickens and dogs in the castle tower are yours. But if you want to go, your life will die, and if it's gone, you won't be useful. Leave me alive for a few minutes, and I'll investigate it for you right away. ”

"You for a job." The oil-faced suit shouted, and he raised his hand to fight. Suddenly, his hand stopped in mid-air, and he noticed that there was a tall strong man standing behind Ah Wang, whose falcon-like eyes made his scalp tingle. He had never had this feeling before, his whole body was like he was paralyzed and didn't know how to react, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, pointing at the strong man and saying, "You, you pulled out from behind that dog?" Stare at me, look for death! ”

"I think who's calling Uncle. This is my fighter, something to say! Meng replied.

"You, you're really looking for death." The oily-faced fat man took a step forward, and the person next to him grabbed him. Just behind the oil-faced fat man, there was a short man in a suit, he waved his hand, and then gestured to the fighter next to the oil-faced fat man.

The oil-faced fat man took a step back, raised his face and said, "Stinky drunkard, I don't know you as well." Look at your behavior, it's not the government army, right? ”

"Maleria government forces? Or the new eastern capital? Ha, there are too many governments here now that I can't tell the difference. I'm not anywhere, though, a freelance mercenary. ”

"That's all the fucking bullshit. Seeing that you made this broken Soviet-made plane, I thought you were a dog of the government army, but it turned out to be just a wild dog. ”

The falcon-like eyes closed slightly, and he did not answer.

The oil-faced fat man was a little embarrassed, and then roared: "I'm not interested in your broken plane, do these two engines of the plane sell?" If you want to give up the engine of the plane, we will get you two new ones, free of initial installation fee. ”

"Hey, it turns out that I have taken a fancy to these two engines, and I have a vision! Have an eye! Hahaha," Meng Strike instantly came to his senses, "These two engines are rare and rare, the Al-41F engine produced before the war, with a TVC nozzle in the ring, it is the heart of a giant." These broken F-15s, F-16s, and F-2s around them, as long as the butt is big enough, I am afraid that they will be invincible after replacing this engine......"

"What the hell, you're a pyramid scheme. Don't spray manure and ask if you sell it. ”

Before Meng Ji could answer, the people around him suddenly rushed in, and everyone rushed to see the miraculous engine. Indeed, the fuselage was nothing more than a Soviet-made MiG-1.44 fighter, huge and crude, and old. But the engine shone with a different kind of bright purple glow, as if it was magically attached. It was ablated by a long campaign and infused with the blood of the enemy.

"No hurry," Meng Strike waved his hand, "I do plan to stop, but I won't sell it either." The hearts of these two giants are not just infinite strength, but also two engines that represent luck. I'm afraid you don't know, my plane has been damaged and destroyed many times, and the fuselage has been changed a lot, but these two magical engines have always followed me. ”

"That's all. Now the fighter fuselage is purely consumable, and the engine is a valuable commodity, who does not know. The oil-faced fat man's attitude was still resolute, "Tell you to give us the engine, and we will install two new engines for you, and we will not treat you badly." Why not do you do what you should do? ”

Meng Bang stretched out his palm.

"Five engines?" The oily-faced fat man is inexplicable.

"Nope."

"How many do you need?"

"It just doesn't mean anything, you can't even think about it." Meng Bang stood his palm in front of the oil-faced fat man and said sharply.

There was a bit of laughter in the crowd, but no one could afford to mess with them, and the laughter was quickly replaced by sighs.

The fat man's face began to turn red: "We discussed with you, but we were too lazy to make trouble." But you know, whatever is here, as long as we want! You'll have to send it to us! I'm here to say that if I want your head, someone will go and pick it up. ”

Unlike just now, the words of the oil-faced fat man were gradually overshadowed by the noise of the crowd. At some point, the center of the crowd began to gradually gather from these people to the two magical engines behind the fighter jets, and when they got closer, they reached out to pick at them, and some people began to pry the keys, as if they were gold. Others picked up their children and put them on their shoulders: "Baby, touch it, touch it, and go home with some blessings." ”

A swift wind swept across everyone's eardrums, a buzz, followed by a crackling and the child's howl.

"Who let you touch it, this is already the property of our Owari group. The people who touched it for a while are kneeling here and chopping their hands in unison! The fat-faced man buzzed with the short stick in his hand.

At this moment, many onlookers who reached out and touched the engine heard this and hurriedly retreated. But these people in the middle retreated in a panic, and the crowd became chaotic. Some fell and were trampled on, some pushed through the crowd, and instantly screaming, kicking, and kicking mixed together. And just now the poor father hugged his child and cried, and after his child was beaten, he howled, and all he had left was gasping, and his little left arm was already swollen with a strange fuchsia bag, and the whole arm was twisted and bent, and the hand must have been broken. I saw that the father was grief-stricken, he held the child desperately and cried at the oil-faced fat man in his hoarse but high-pitched voice: "Why do you beat the child! Why do you beat the child? ”

When the oily-faced fat man heard that this person had a local accent, he dared to shout at himself, his face turned red, and the beads of sweat on his head and head instantly appeared: "Today, Lao Tzu will beat you together!" ”

"Wait!" Meng Zhu took a step forward, grabbed the fat arm of the oil-faced fat man with his left hand, and held the black lacquered wooden short stick in his hand with his right hand, "Don't play prestige at innocent people." ”

The fat man stopped, and then turned his head and shouted at the poor father, "Send the child to the hospital first!" I'm afraid he'll be crippled in his life. Saving the child is the most important thing! ”

The father hugged the child tightly, looked at the attack in horror, and resignedly glanced at the five men who claimed to be the Owari group.

"Let's go!" Meng Zhu saw him grinding and shouted, but the father still didn't move. Meng Zheng was a little anxious: "I'll testify to you in a while, the beater can't escape!" Hearing this, the other party stumbled away with his child in his arms.

Meng Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, he slowly let go of the oil-faced fat man's left arm, and the right palm that was holding the opponent's short stick gradually released. At this moment of loosening his fingers, Meng Zhu suddenly felt that the opponent's short stick was moving, and there was a mechanism hidden here. The fat man didn't say anything, but Meng Zhu caught a glimpse of the corners of his mouth curling slightly, and his fleshy cheeks trembled a few times. The other party's expression seemed to be smiling, as if he was proud that he had fallen for his tricks.

At this moment, two young men wearing motorcycle jackets behind the fat man slowly walked over, raised their right hands over their right shoulders, and pulled out the black lacquered wooden short stick behind him, which was the same as the fat man's. The fat man took a step back and let the two young men walk in front of Meng Zheng.

Meng Zhen frowned slightly, took a step back and stood steadily. At this moment, he remembered that there should have been three young men in motorcycle jackets behind the fat man just now, and now there were only two people forced up, and there was one more?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned his head. Sure enough, at some point, the third person had already circled behind him. The young man's forehead hair was so long that it almost covered half of his face, and the ghostly dead fish look behind his hair couldn't cover it. At this time, the short, fish-eyed man had not only already held the short stick in his hand, but his right hand had slowly pulled the stick out of the middle, and at the other end of the wooden handle was a pickaxe blade hidden in the stick, the blade was nearly 30 centimeters long, and the lightning-like inazuma pattern of the blade was particularly dazzling.

Seeing that Meng Yan had already discovered himself, Dead Fish Eye preemptively struck and stabbed Meng Yan in the waist with blades in both hands. The half-squatting body of the meng hit looks at the direction of the blade stab, and the center of gravity shifts to the left foot and squats slightly. I saw that the short knife quickly slashed through the armpit on the right side of the waist and in the middle of the right arm, and the dead fish-eyed hands were sent to the bottom of Meng's right elbow. Meng Zhu inhaled quickly, and with a soft "ha" sound, the muscles of his right shoulder and right hand suddenly cooperated, and his elbow struck hard into the middle of the short forearm of the dead fish-eyed man.

The other party screamed and took his hand back. Fortunately, the knife did not fall to the ground by holding the knife in both hands just now, otherwise the knife would have to fly out if it was hit. The short, thin dead fisheye changed the knife in his right hand, but immediately handed the knife to his left hand, but as soon as he changed it, his left hand returned the knife to his right hand. The beating was really not light, and he felt that both hands were not very strong. But the ghostly eyes of the dead fish still stared fiercely at Meng Strike.

Meng Strike knew that the other party was at a stalemate with him to attract attention, and he didn't forget that there were two other people behind him.

However, from the sudden vigorous activity just now, Meng Zheng only felt that the strength of the wine suddenly rushed upward, and his headache was unbearable, as if a huge bell hammer was hitting his temples one by one, one by one, and one by one. In this state, Meng Yan faced the three armed men and was not sure of victory. And he also plans to return to China, he has saved a lot of money and wants to return to China to continue his life. Meng Zhu didn't want anything to go wrong here, so he turned around to determine the location of the other two, and then observed the distribution of the crowd and the surrounding environment again to determine the direction and route of the temporary retreat and escape.

The other two who had just drawn their sticks did not pounce immediately, but froze there. Meng Zhu thought to himself, maybe those two guys didn't expect the dead fish eye behind me to suddenly come out, and before they could react, this was a good time to escape.

At this moment, the crowd of onlookers suddenly stirred. I only heard someone shouting: "Stop!" With the sound of thunder, three men in blue-brown uniforms and berets rushed in, with sturdy bodies and steady steps. The leader has small, bright eyes, a wide chin, and a bulge of muscles in front of his eyebrow bones.

Seeing the three strong men in blue uniforms who suddenly came out, the three young men in motorcycle jackets from the Owari group just now gathered together and formed a triangular defensive formation in front of the oil-faced fat man just now.

The strong man in the lead with a wide chin uniform yelled at the people of the Owari group, "It's none of your business! ”

"Phew! Dogs of the government army! The deadfish-eyed dwarf replied.

The other man in a blue-brown uniform took a hurricane step forward, his height was two meters, and his broad, shrugged shoulders were like a mountain pressing over it, and he raised his hand and slapped the dead fish-eyed dwarf in the mouth, and the thick palm of his hand was like a heavy hammer, knocking him to the ground and rolling in a circle.

Seeing his companion being beaten, the other two members of the Owari group, the oil-faced fat man and the short man in the suit, all pulled out the short-bladed steel knife from the black lacquered wooden stick, and it was a life-and-death fight.

"Stop!" The wide chin of the leader just now let out another loud roar, and the resonance of the roaring voice through the chest was like a hollow thunder, "I just said it!" It's none of your business today! ”

After finishing speaking, he turned to face Meng Zheng with a wide chin, and asked sharply: "I just received a report that someone broke a young child's arm, injured many people, and gathered a crowd to make trouble, we are here to arrest him!" ”

"Okay, please." Knock the stall stall hand.

"Happy!" Wide chin answered, and then said to the other two strong men, "The suspect has pleaded guilty, take it away!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the two strong men with bears and waists pounced on them like tigers, and one of them dragged him out while holding up his beaten arm.

Meng Zhu was a little confused, and shouted angrily: "Hey! You've caught the wrong person! It's the fat man. ”

"Take it away, take it away!" With a wide chin, he shouted as he dispersed the crowd.

In the face of this obvious misunderstanding, no one said anything. In the distance, several people were still whispering and snickering to each other, and even clapping their hands.

Meng slammed his chest and suffocated, and his anger jumped straight up, and he wanted to beat these guys, and then pull the fat man over and make him kneel to admit his mistake, but now his head was in pain from the strength of the wine.

At this moment, a strong man on the left side whispered in Meng's ear: "Mr. Meng, our squadron leader wants to invite you over, but now it is a last resort. ”

It's a small sound, but it's audible. Whatever, since the so-called captain who doesn't know anything wants to see him, it doesn't hurt to see him. Thinking of this, Meng Zheng felt that his heel was a little hot. At this moment, he was dragged for almost a hundred meters, and the heels of his boots were about to rub out sparks.

"How long are you going to drag me out?" Meng said impatiently. The three men turned left and right on Mengzhu, and the leader's wide chin saw that there was no one behind him, signaled to put Mengzhu down, and then the three of them stood in a row and saluted Mengzhu's waist. Then he said to Meng with a wide chin, "Hello, Mr. Meng." I'm sorry for being disrespectful to you just now, and I can't help it, it's not time for us to have a full-scale confrontation with the Owari group now, but our captain really wants to meet you. We are not actually internal security personnel of the government army, I am the commander of the 4th air defense team of the Maleria government army, Hong Duye? Guest? Techa, please call me Hong Duye. ”

After hearing this, Meng was confused: "Hong Duye? Who is the Squadron Leader? What? ”

"Please come with me first, here, please." Hung Duye, who has a wide chin, said.

Meng snorted, "Okay. Then he straightened his clothes, moved his neck and shoulders, and walked forward with the wide-chin Honduye. Passing through several smelly dilapidated houses, there is a coconut grove in the distance. When he was about to reach the coconut grove, he took Meng Zhu to a small road, and said as he went, "Be careful, the ground is a little slippery." ”

Further on, there is a three-way intersection, where piles of coconut blossoms are piled up on the side of the road, and the scent of these coconut blossoms is accompanied by the sea breeze and the smell of the smelly pond. Meng squinted and saw that it was a white wooden building, surrounded by parasols, tables and chairs, and a large neon sign "Liuchen Zhai" on it, which looked like a restaurant.

Meng Strike followed the government air defense team through the side door and went down the creaking wooden staircase. As I went downstairs, I gradually heard the sound of rock music and noise hitting my heart and lungs getting louder and louder.

At this time, Meng Zhu felt a tap on the shoulder, and then someone behind him spoke: "Aha, Meng Zhu." You don't know that disaster is coming. ”

As soon as he turned around, the man's brain was black and rumbling against the light of the stairs. Squinted again, this time I gradually saw it clearly, and said, "It turned out to be you." ”

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