In fact, sparrows have a kind of discrimination that the whole flame of people knows. He is even deformed to discriminate against blacks who were not born and raised in the United States. Although he was black himself, he felt superior to others.

Supposedly, sparrows should not have retired when they were in their prime. But his co-workers and bosses couldn't stand him anymore, and most importantly, what this guy liked most was to talk to his boss and report that his white colleagues were discriminating against him.

In fact, even other black colleagues were reluctant to work with him. At this point, he can only retire. Because of this damned character, there are no PMCs willing to accept him after retirement.

There was no good job, so becoming a mercenary became his only option. Although the sparrow has a damn foul mouth, and his personality makes people want to strangle him very much. But the people of the flame know that he still has two strokes in his hands.

When you meet someone who you think is lower than yourself, you show discrimination. When you meet a white person, you think you are being discriminated against. Because of this strange character, there are not many people inside the flame who are willing to deal with him.

Of course, everyone came out to work for money. As long as the sparrows don't cause trouble inside, everyone can still turn a blind eye. Maybe it's because he is mixed in the mercenary circle, and the sparrow's personality is much more restrained.

At least not inside the flames, showing the carriage and horses playing his set. Perhaps he also knew that if he did so, he might be shot on the battlefield. Of course, the sparrow is not reformed.

He just used that character outside of the flames. Like to bully them.

No matter what the reason is, once the bully clashes with the sparrow, he must be on his side. On weekdays, sparrows are at most begging for some verbal bargains, but they will not say too much.

Only today, when he saw that the bully was actually respectful to a yellow person, he suddenly became psychologically unbalanced.

"Everyone, please calm down...... but at this time, I don't know where to come out of nowhere, a white man wearing a neat black suit, slightly bald, and looking to be around fifty years old.

The white man's expression was helpless, but he was calm: "Everyone, I want to remind you. This is the service station. Got it?! Brawls are not allowed here. Even more inadmissible war. I hope that you will respect our position. ”

Of course, you damned war beasts don't care if you get out of the labor-management boat and drop nuclear bombs at each other!

"Unless you don't get out of this boat for the rest of your life......" At this time, Hou Dasheng's voice came faintly: "As long as you dare to get off the boat, I will dare to kill you!" Maybe the jackals haven't made their own sounds for so long that some of the crumbs really think we've gotten better. ”

The white man's face changed suddenly, and then he bowed slightly to Hou Dasheng's position with a wry smile: "Dear Mr. Cook, I am the person in charge of this station, Alvin......"

"I don't know what's going on, but please stop. Let your people collect all their weapons......"

It was also at this time that Alvin waved his hand. A man in a white lab coat quickly stepped forward to check on the sparrow lying on the ground. saw the white coat quickly turn his head and whispered, "Not dead yet!" But surgery is needed! Do it right now! ”

Alvin seemed relieved and said to the flames: "Okay, your people are not dead. Put your weapons away now, and I'll keep you safe. I need to know what's going on. ”

The flame man hesitated for a moment and looked at the menacing bully. After all, the gun was put away.

The bullies, on their part, also put their guns away. But he didn't let Hou Dasheng out. But I heard Hou Dasheng's voice continue to come: "This is not the place to speak, what happened just now I believe that other people here also saw it." ”

"I'm willing to deal with this matter publicly, and others can follow up if they want to. But the rules have to be ......"

Alvin took over the conversation very familiarly: "This matter is not small. If you want to know, choose five people to enter the inner hall. No weapons, no photography and audio recording. Otherwise, you are the enemy of this site! ”

Of course, there were not only jackals and flames on board, but also seven or eight mercenary groups of different sizes. There are even a few PMC companies that are responsible for taking over some of the black work teams. They looked at each other and muttered.

Soon, a dozen or so people stood up: "Five places are too few, at least one person from each of our teams must come out." Mr. Alvin, you also said that this matter is not small. This is about our future safety within the site. We need to know what's going on and how to deal with it. ”

"No problem! As long as they don't carry weapons, all the flames can go in. Hou Dasheng's voice also came out, and at this time, the sparrow had been hurriedly carried in.

Soon, the man in the white lab coat returned to Alvin's side and muttered in his ear.

Alvin couldn't help but smile bitterly, Hou Dasheng's hand was really heavy. The sparrow is not dead, but it is worse than dead. The cervical vertebrae were shattered, and even if he didn't die, he was paralyzed in this life. Now, even if it is surgery, the chance of saving it is very low.

The white coat had come to tell Alvin about it. What else can Alvin say?! He could only let the white coat do his best.

Later, the officers of the ship's service station came out and began to help them mark their guns. Then the guns were put away, and the men followed Alvin. Walk towards the inner hall where you put it on.

The inner hall of the ship was originally an open restaurant and bar, but its function has not changed since it became a transit ship. It was contracted by a service station to run by a person. But after Alvin decided to deal with it here.

The proprietors were kicked out, and Alvin entered with the crowd. After everyone sat down, someone from the service station brought bottles of drinking water. The head of the group, Tie Qi, who looked at the flames, and Hou Dasheng, who was followed by bullies and hounds.

Alvin stretched out his hands and sat everyone down, "Alright, now you two should tell me what happened." This is an important matter, and it has not happened in a service station for many years. ”

"If someone points at my nose and scolds the yellow-skinned monkey, you know what happens." Hou Dasheng was not polite and shrugged his shoulders: "And the people of their legion completely ignore this. ”

Saying that, Hou Dasheng leaned back in his chair: "I didn't directly blow his head with a gun, I already respect the service station very much." ”

You just stepped on his cervical vertebrae...... Alvin smiled bitterly in his heart......