Pierce frowned, his hands in his pockets, his head down, smoking a cigarette, his cheeks bulging, and he seemed preoccupied.

Before he knew it, he walked back to the playground, and for a moment everyone's eyes looked at him, longing, pleading, incomprehensible, frightened and regretful.

Booker's soft wail, like a bird that has just shed its shell...

"Pierce..."

Someone whispered something and then shut up.

Hiss...

I could only hear the sound of him sipping a cigarette deeply, walked up to Booker, squatted down, slowly took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth in the frightened eyes of the other party, and personally helped him light it, touched the little thumb of his right hand, and said very calmly, "After smoking this one, I will send you to God." ”

Smack...

The cigarette rolled out of Booker's mouth.

Pierce frowned slightly, as if talking to himself, "You can't hold a cigarette, what's the use of you?" ”

"You say! What else do you have to do! ”

Standing up and kicking Booker in the face, he heard the sound of the other party's nose breaking.

Oh!

The latter screamed, but then it came to an abrupt end, Pierce strangled him from behind, his face turned red, punched the opponent's temple rhythmically, and gritted his teeth, "Falk squid!" Why are you pushing me? ”

Booker began to roll his eyes.

"Hey man, stop... Stop it. A white man exclaimed, trying to stand up, but the priest, the canine, and the others, who had already had a leg with Pierce, stood up and pointed at each other, "Sit down!" Sit down! ”

Anyway, they would have looked at Booker unpleasantly for a long time.

Comrade in arms?

Lao Tzu treats you as a brother, do you show me your face?

I don't care about you!

He deserved to die.

"Chief, the man is dying, shall we—" Witt shifted his steps closer to Mister, who turned his head and blew a puff of cigarette at him, the voice still slightly muffled, "Why should we care?" ”

"But so... Kill—" Witt furrowed his eyebrows.

Miste wiped his head, put it under his nose and sniffed for a taste, while saying, "Mercenaries have never been a few children pretending to be adults with each other, since you want to make money, you have to abide by the rules of this industry, that stupid X is too unprofessional, he wants to add money?" The boss who was sitting in the office dared to drink champagne with Erlang's legs crossed and send him to God. ”

It's too real.

Your own demand for a wage increase is called greed, and the capitalist gives you a wage increase because your use value and your ability to create benefits are much higher than your salary, from the beginning, you are just a toy of capital, but you accept it from the beginning, and you have to respect his rules.

Mercenaries also have a spirit of contract!

Otherwise, why was Saddam Hussein chased by Eagle Sauce behind with a fork, his guards were scattered in a hurry, and only a dozen mercenaries protected him, although in the end this guy was destined to burp, but that was the gap in strength that could not be bridged.

Witt saw that Mister didn't want to intervene, and he could only sigh, and saw Booker's feet suddenly straighten, his eyes rolled up, and the strength of his struggle gradually decreased.

This is... It's cool

Pierce gasped and stood up, sweat dripping down his forehead, and burrowed into his eyes, his eyelids fluttering, and he swept over the veterans condescendingly, "If you want to get out, just tell me straight, I don't want to bury another person in a corner, is there anything to leave?" ”

The veterans were silent, and then someone raised their hands timidly, "I..."

Everyone looked at him, it was a man with a weathered face, and when he was stared at, his eyes became flustered, and he lowered his head with a flash.

"Anything else?" Pierce continued to ask with a grimace.

There were people raising their hands one after another, about seven or eight people, and most of the people here still understood what they were talking about.

Money!

What can Tang Dao bring them.

Money, dignity!

And this departure is nothing more than the loss of courage in the wandering career.

It's just turning into the walking dead.

"Get them out." Pierce looked at the priest and tapped him on the shoulder.

The priest lowered his head and breathed heavily, "Leave it to me." ”

"Others, go back to the dorm." Pierce roared, and the veterans slowly stood up and walked towards the dormitory, but some of them still looked back from time to time, looking very confused.

"Thank you very much." He walked up to Mister and said with a smile on his face.

"Whatever, do you want me to help you solve the corpse?"

Pierce nodded, "Bury it." ”

He looked back at Booker, and dragged his slightly tired body away, to a certain extent, he was selfish, because Booker repeatedly disobeyed discipline, in order to defend his position, Pierce had to kill the killer.

He felt that if God peeled his heart open now, half of it would definitely be black.

…

The priest called out the canines and mosquitoes, and drove two SUVs to send the people who didn't want to stay any longer.

There was no communication in the car, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.

The tires of the car spread in the rugged desert terrain, and finally... Someone found out that something was wrong.

"It's... Doesn't seem right? A black man shouted softly, but neither the priest nor the co-pilot's canine spoke, which made him even more nervous, and he stood up directly, ready to get started, but at this moment the canine came back with a Makarov pistol in his hand, "Sit down." ”

The priest stepped on the brakes, stopped, applied the handbrake, and looked around, "Here it is." ”

"Get out of the car." The canine pointed as he turned to the others in the other car.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The mosquito looked at this scene in disbelief, but was scolded by the priest in the next second, "It doesn't matter what you do." ”

Everyone felt ominous and got off slowly.

Standing side by side in a row.

The tattoo on the priest's cheek was wrapped like a snake, and he pulled out an MP5K submachine gun from under the saddle, coldly faced, and pulled the trigger to shoot!

When the priest took out his weapon, the people below understood what was going to happen, some turned and ran, some stayed where they were and cursed...

"Fack! Fack! What are you doing, bastard. ”

The mosquito widened its eyes and jumped out of the car, trying to stop it, but it didn't stand firm, fell and ate, raised its head, opened its eyes wide, and looked at the scene in front of it in disbelief, and its lips trembled.

Click...

The MP5K submachine gun actually jammed.

German goods are special, in this part of Africa, if you drop some sand into it, you have to stop cooking, just like American goods, not at all.

The priest threw his submachine gun to the ground, took out his pistol from his waist, and replenished it at his "comrades-in-arms" who were wailing on the ground.

"God bless you."

Bang!

The bullet passed through the opponent's skull and killed him instantly.

The mosquito crawled over with both hands and feet, looked at the corpse, grabbed the priest by the collar, and opened his bloody mouth, "Bastard, why are you shooting?" Why kill them? Why!? “”

The canines on the side were about to come up, but they were suppressed by the priest with his hand, and he stared at the mosquito with his eyes, "I think, let them still go back to be homeless, sleep in the garage, eat the food that those rich people threw on the ground, and follow the wild dogs to grab cheese, it is better to send them to death, only God will have mercy on every poor person, this world is not friendly to the poor, do you let them go back to be dogs?" ”

"It's not an excuse for you to kill them, everyone has the right to choose their life."

"Choosing to be poor?" The priest smiled disdainfully and vigorously broke the mosquito's hand, "You think you are noble?" Or is there compassion? Ridiculous, naïve and stupid idiot. ”

The priest doesn't want to go back to that damn red light district, he's ambitious, he's going to exorcise those beautiful blondes from the Screen Actors Guild!

He didn't bother to explain to the mosquito.

In this world, the cheapest is the man who has no money.

"Take him with him, and we'll go back." The priest looked at the mosquito kneeling on the ground, said to the canine, and climbed into the driver's seat first, and Gerbacho almost dragged the latter into the car, threw him backwards, and sat back in the passenger seat panting, "heavier than a pig." ”

……

If anyone is the most touched by this incident, it is John.

The boss is ruthless, and even kills his own people!

He was ruthless and inhumane, and John even felt that if he had no effect, would he be killed that day?

When this thought came to his mind, he was overwhelmed, and the chill exploded from the tailbone, so almost everything was done with 100% of his energy.

Including, this time Tang Dao gave him an intelligence mission.

"Oh? There's a Bill in there. Clemens' son? Tang Dao, who was holding a teacup, took a sip, spit out the tea leaves on the tip of his tongue, closed the lid, and listened to John's report.

Bill. Clemens is the second largest jeweler in South Africa.

It is rumored to be worth close to $2 billion.

He is also the third shareholder of the South African company Mitcham, which he owns 7%.

The BXP submachine gun was developed by the South African company Mitcham for the police and the army in the mid-1980s, and was put into production in 1988. At that time, the development of the BXP submachine gun was of considerable importance to the apartheid regime in South Africa, which was subject to international sanctions. When South Africa was able to freely import and export goods, the BXP submachine gun also began to be sold to foreign countries.

According to the requirements of the military, Mitcham Company designed a 4×4 wheeled armored combat vehicle based on the chassis parts of the German Mercedes-Benz company's "Unimoka" truck, which is powerful and domineering!

It's just that this company is very low-key, and few people know about it.

"Yes, his son's name is: Alex. Barton. Clemens, he called a dozen friends and planned to travel to the heart of the Sahara Desert. ”

"These rich second generations are really idle and have nothing to do."

Tang Dao smiled and squinted, and touched the teapot, which was bought from Lao Chen, and I heard that Zheng He brought it over when he went to the West.

He's thinking about it now.

Luke. Majaro gave too little money.

Can you mix the door from the inside?

Is it possible to make money on both sides?

……