"Actually, I'm a killer."

While all eyes fell on Eric, his eyes were fixed on the cup on the table in front of him, and with one hand he turned the cheap wide-mouthed cup back and forth, turning from one direction to another, and from the other back to the original direction.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Obviously, everyone was a little caught off guard.

Because the Eric mentioned by Lao Yu before, it was a retired Wehrmacht soldier of a Nordic country, who went to Africa to become a mercenary for some unknown reason.

The most surprising thing was the old fish, who and Eric had known each other for the longest time of all.

Although it is the longest, it is actually less than half a year.

At that time, Lao Yu was planning to organize his own mercenary group, and met Eric when he was recruiting people in the Forbidden Bar, and Eric at that time was recommended by Mao Sui to join the group, not invited by Lao Yu.

In the mercenary circle in Sierra Leone, all the mercenaries with more senior qualifications could be familiar with each other, but none of the people present at the time knew Eric.

After the old fish tested Eric's military skills, he took Eric in without saying a word.

Heroes don't ask where they come from, this is the habit of Chinese people, and Lao Yu will not delve into his past history, but simply ask him where his hometown is.

At that time, Eric said that he was a retired soldier from a Nordic country, and he came to Africa to work as a mercenary for personal reasons.

In Lao Yu's opinion, Eric is indeed a little different from ordinary mercenaries, not to mention anything else, just in temperament and knowledge, Eric looks very much like a Nordic aristocracy, speaks and does things in a straightforward manner, polite, as if he has a good education.

Lao Yu is not interested in asking Eric what is the private reason for coming to Africa to be a mercenary, everyone has their own story, when he was working in the Extralegal Corps, Lao Yu once met a Chinese-American, a master's degree graduate from a famous business school, worked on Wall Street, and in his heyday he had hundreds of millions of funds in his hands, but finally resigned and ran to the Extralegal Corps as a mercenary.

Out of curiosity, and also because they are all Chinese, Lao Yu once asked that kid why he didn't do a good Wall Street job, and he wanted to come to the extrajudicial corps, and it was the hardest paratrooper commando to find hardship.

The young Chinese American, who is already in the third generation, did not blink his eyes: "The job on Wall Street is not the life I want to pursue. ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at the muzzle of the FAMAS G2 assault rifle affectionately with an almost morbid intoxication, closed his eyes in the residual smell of gunpowder, and opened his eyes for a long time before saying to the old fish: "This is the life I want." ”

At that time, Lao Yu thought this guy was simply crazy.

Later, I thought about it, in fact, how could I not be? A veteran who once stepped into China's top special forces with half a foot, isn't he also living in an extrajudicial corps to make a living?

The pot calling the kettle black.

In view of this, the old fish did not ask Eric about his past.

Listening to Eric's own confession today, the old fish almost fell to the ground with his jaw in shock.

It would not be surprising to say that Eric concealed his background and experience, because Lao Yu felt that he was not the kind of creature that was born and raised in the army, he was so gentle that he was a little bookish, and it was more credible to say what kind of school teacher he was.

Unknowingly, he included a killer in his group.

"We're all killers!" The crosshair suddenly popped up next to him: "We're all killers!" ”

He pointed at the old fish: "Have you ever killed someone?" ”

If the old fish does not deny it, it means that he has acquiesced.

He pointed to the polar bear: "You don't have to say, the men who come out of the meat grinder battle in Grozny smell of blood oozing through your fingernails. ”

He pointed at Qin Fei again: "Qin, I don't know how many people you killed before, at least you have at least one reinforcement company here in Africa." ”

Finally, look at Kunchai, "Even this coward opened meat last night." ”

Kunchai hates it most when others call him a "coward", and when he heard the crosshair teasing him, he immediately retorted: "Who said I was a coward!?" Even if I am, I'm much better than you pervert. ”

"Hahahaha!" The crosshairs didn't care how Kunchai scolded him, anyway, he didn't think it was a shame to be lustful.

Lascivious? What man isn't? If you are lustful, you have to have the ability and means to pick up girls to be qualified to be lustful, isn't it?

In fact, the reason why the crosshair says this is because Eric said that he is a killer, but the people here are all the same in nature, they are all killers, as long as you can think like this, this thing does not seem scary at all.

"I said Mr. Killer, how much do you charge at one time?" The crosshairs interrupted: "Compared to our mercenaries, who earns better?" ”

"It depends on the target pricing." Eric's expression didn't look like a joke at all, "But before I quit that circle, my lowest starting price was $500,000 a time, and the cost was not included." ”

"Poof!"

The crosshair was drinking a glass of beer when he heard Eric's quote and choked on a sip of wine into his trachea, and the pale yellow liquor flowed out of his nostrils, which looked very funny.

"Ahem, ahem—"

He coughed violently, his face flushed.

It took a while to regain his breath and ask Eric, "The lowest starting price?" Fack! People like us have worked hard as mercenaries for a few years, and if you don't make a single order, you won't earn much. ”

"What's so strange about that?" Eric disagreed: "Environmental bags are also bags, and LV is also bags, why is LV so expensive?" Could LV be more useful than eco-friendly bags? That's just a value, just like a star, how much the director pays is not because of the quality of the actor, but how much box office he can bring. A good actor is a guarantee of the box office, and a good killer is a guarantee of the result. ”

“……”

Although the crosshair is eloquent, he was also surrounded by Eric at this time, although he felt that Eric's words were full of loopholes, but at first glance it seemed that he could not refute it, and he was suddenly speechless.

"So a killer can't fail for the rest of his life," Eric said. Because your clients are the most discerning and can't afford to take the risk of failure, when a killer fails, it's the end of your career. Either die in the mission, or even if you do, no one will hire you again. ”

"Sounds like a dick." Kunchai couldn't help but say, "Thor, since you said that you have left that circle, which one do you belong to?" I guess it's the latter, the mission failed, right? ”

"That's right, but I redeemed my honor last night." Eric said: "Do you remember the Russian I killed in the VIP lounge last night? ”

"Yes." Kunchai said, "Because of you, we almost died. ”

At this time, Johnnie brought Eric another glass of whiskey, and the latter held it up and shook it, the ice cubes swirling in the amber liquor.

"He's my last target."