Bill's smile froze on his face, he looked at me awkwardly, and asked knowingly, "Do you suspect that I will betray you?" ”

I raised my head, the corners of my mouth slightly upturned, a friendly smile, but my eyes showed a cold gaze, "Of course not, I just think it's not that easy for the hunters to find me." ”

Bill laughed, the atmosphere immediately eased, I don't know if he pretended not to understand or really thought I trusted him, my expression also relaxed, just with these three words, I can't trust a strange mercenary, but I can't ignore his words, his reminder is still very important to me.

"The shark's friend is my friend, if he knows that I betrayed you, he will definitely chop me up and feed it to his pet, I don't want to take this risk, it's a pure coincidence that I met you, it's not within my mission, as a mercenary, I will never do anything superfluous." Bill, despite his indifferent expression on the surface, defended himself.

Of course, I didn't listen to these explanations, and I always kept a half-believing attitude, and when I heard the word "mission", I asked curiously: "You came to London for a mission?" ”

"Of course, otherwise who would have come to this nasty place?" Bill said with a look of disgust.

"You seem to have a lot of hatred for the British?" I asked.

"If your race is trampled on and divided, I don't think you will have a good opinion of them either." Bill's face turned ugly, and he seemed reluctant to bring up the subject.

I remember him saying that he was a native of Northern Ireland, and it is no wonder that Ireland became a colony after it was annexed by the British, and the Republic of Ireland has always advocated independence, but the British have always occupied a part of the land, which is called Northern Ireland.

But this should be a political issue, it has been there for many years, and it seems to have nothing to do with Bill, and I think there must be another reason for his hatred of the British, but he doesn't want to mention it, and I can't even ask about people's privacy, not to mention that I'm not interested in this.

"There is no war in London, what can you do here?" I asked, seemingly casually, that was what I was concerned about.

"Where there is war, there must be mercenaries, and where there are mercenaries, there is not necessarily war, in addition to carrying out combat missions, we sometimes take on some easier tasks, such as bodyguards, instructors, escorts...... Wait, as long as there is enough commission, no task will be difficult for us. Bill said with great confidence.

"And your mission in London is complete?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Sort of, the mission is over, but the final payment hasn't been received yet, but I think it should be soon." Bill smiled lightly, and it looked like he was making a lot of money this time.

"What mission?" I guess since it's over, it's not a secret.

"To be a bodyguard for a rich man, that guy wants to come to London to talk about business, he has offended people here before, he received a threatening letter before he came, he was so frightened that his legs were weak and he didn't dare to come, and he couldn't resist the temptation of hundreds of millions of dollars, so he found us, the captain sent me to be his bodyguard, in addition to me, he himself also brought more than 50 bodyguards, but unfortunately the quality of that group of people is too poor, pretending to be okay, it is really a live target and has no combat effectiveness at all." Bill's eyes were full of contempt as he spoke.

"Rich people are very desperate, this is understandable!" I said with a smile.

"He's on a plane tonight, and now he's supposed to be at the airport, and I'm glad the person who sent the threatening letter didn't show up, and this was probably the easiest mission for me." Bill stretched out comfortably.

"The employer hasn't gotten on the plane yet, are you just letting your guard down and not afraid of accidents?" I kindly reminded.

"The security in London is okay, they don't dare to do anything in a public place like the airport, if my guess is correct, those guys should know about my existence, they shouldn't be so bold." Bill is confident in his name.

I don't care about shrugging my shoulders, it's none of my business anyway, so why bother with so much idleness.

We were silent for a while, and Bill suddenly asked, "Where are you going next?" If the shark knew you were coming to London, they would have come to pick you up. ”

I smiled and said, "Since I'm here, I'm definitely going to meet him and visit the training of the Foreign Legion by the way, but I still have something to do in London, and I won't be able to go to France in two days." ”

"Really!" Bill exclaimed excitedly, "That's great, why don't you go back with me, you can't find the location of the Foreign Legion yourself." ”

"But I still have some things to do, and if you can wait for me in London for two days, I'd be happy to go with you." I said with a smile.

Bill looked a little embarrassed, it seemed that he did not like the city very much, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Well, I will be wronged once for the sake of my friend, if I let the shark know that I saw you and didn't bring you back, he will definitely not let me go." ”

I could tell that Bill wasn't really afraid of sharks, maybe he was used to making jokes like that.

"I'm not going to stay in London for long, we can leave for France the night after tomorrow." Seeing how uncomfortable he looked, I couldn't bear to let him stay a few more days.

"OK, no problem, I'll get the boat ready and wait for you at the dock." Bill said excitedly.

"By boat? Don't we fly? I looked at him quizzically.

"Isn't it very pleasant to sit on the deck and feel the soft sea breeze blowing from the Atlantic?" Bill looked like he was enjoying it.

I smiled faintly and didn't refuse, anyway, I came out for a walk, and crossing the English Channel to reach France sounded like a good choice.

Just as we had just reached an agreement and were about to leave the café, Bill's phone rang suddenly, he took out his phone and looked at it, then looked up at me and frowned slightly.

I didn't think much of it, and casually asked, "What's wrong?" Whose phone. ”

"My employer!" His voice grew dark.

"Is something wrong?" Although it had nothing to do with me, I asked anyway out of concern.

He shook his head and didn't speak, and pressed the answer button with a solemn face. As soon as the phone was connected, there was a burst of gunfire from the other side, and the two of us were startled at the same time, looked at each other, and as expected, something happened.

"Evil wolf, evil wolf, where the hell are you? We were attacked, why didn't you show up? A man roared hysterically from inside.

"Where are you?" Bill asked calmly.

"We're in the woods on the side of Finchley Road in the north, you hurry up and save me!" The man shouted with a crying voice, his voice trembling, probably so frightened that he peed his pants.