"Hey, Betsy, I'm Bill, and I'm inviting you to buy it together****Er held the toner microphone and said in a thick voice.

"Get out, the old lady is no longer for sale." A scolding female voice came out of the earpiece, very angry.

Old Bill looked confused, and there were some strange voices on the other side of the phone.

"I really can't do it anymore, let me go, I'll die suddenly if I continue like this." On the other end of the phone, a languishing male voice pleaded.

"Your sister, you're still not a man, but my mother is spending her purse to support you, and it's only been half an hour before you're empty?"

"But I really can't do it, I'll go, and I'll give you back the money."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of messy footsteps, and it was obvious that the man who was being raised by the rich woman had fled.

"Waste, you can't make money lying down!" Betsy yelled.

Here, Wren and Garcia looked at each other, and the woman opposite was so strong.

The corners of Old Bill's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to cover his face: "What you said is not for sale, it turns out that you are raising a little white face." ”

He used to have a headache with Betsy, she often had convulsions, and unlike others, she had mental problems from the beginning.

As for now, she is terminally ill, and she is the one who cut off her husband's life, for which she not only divorced, but also spent a year in prison and paid a lot of money before being released.

"The old lady is willing, let go of the fart quickly, tell me about the specific situation and treatment, I have been short of money recently." Betsy said in a crisp voice.

Bill shook his head slightly, and said, "Thorn Security Company, a regular employee, responsible for training ......"

The conversation went well, and Betsy was obviously unable to stay at home and was in a hurry to cut people.

Finally, she specifically asked: "Are there any handsome guys in the company?" I won't come without me.

I'm talking about the kind of long-lasting, not outwardly strong and middle-dry waste, preferably more than two hours at a time, with ...... ammunition"

"Yes, there is a young berserker, you are satisfied!"

With a snap, Old Bill's face turned pale, put down the receiver, hung up the phone, and felt how tired he was.

He was a little worried that after these people retired for a few years, not only did they not adapt to society, but they let themselves go.

If you can't control them, I'm afraid it's easy to do bad things, and on the battlefield, orders and tasks are the most important.

Wen Xi smiled obscenely and looked at Xige: "Big brother, this girl is amazing, ordinary people are afraid that they can't be subdued, and they have to rely on you, big brother." ”

"Yes, if this woman comes, I need you to suppress her, I hope your specialty is really good, not blown."

Garcia had a cigarette in his mouth, patted Higg on the shoulder, and said in a playful tone.

Higg was a little weak-hearted, but his face was still tough: "Hmph, it's just a girl, I'm going to kill her to the point of losing her armor!" ”

Wren smiled dumbly, stuffing the pieces of fruit into his mouth with a fork, knowing full well that they had gone to prostitution after paying Higg and Wensy a few days earlier.

But Garcia impressed him, the former little prince of nightclubs, after falling in love with Shirley, actually didn't fool around.

Everything went well, and after contacting his comrades-in-arms, Bill took the silver ticket given by Wren and went to the branch of the Steam Alliance in the city of Dilamo to purchase arms.

For this kind of thing, there is a preferential price for acquaintances to go.

Everyone began to get busy, and Hig and Wenxi went to inspect the Sunshine Community, and the twenty cowboys recruited last time rotated once a day and had been patrolling.

The natives are very irritable, and without security personnel, the shops are not safe to do business.

Garcia taught 10 cowboys on a company-rented training ground and gun fighting.

Some basic training, such as target shooting, long-distance running, etc., can still be completed at the training ground in the city of Diramo.

Thorn Security, a new war machine, is up and running.

…………

In the afternoon, Wren was about to go to Mrs. Ellie to find out about the progress of the fool Kangao, when an acquaintance visited, and a news published in the Wisteria Evening News caused quite a stir.

The Kingdom of Farol, the 4th Brigade of the Second Army, a total of 6,000 people, is about to enter the city of Diramo.

It is said that the leader of this force was none other than Sophie, the eldest princess of Faroland, a famous beauty.

At this moment, Wren was holding two newspapers in his hand, one was the Wisteria Evening News and the other was the Mainland Observer Daily.

Today, the content of the Wisteria Evening News is already strong enough, and it can be said that people who are a little smarter know that a war is coming.

In the past, even when the Kangao people moved out, many civilians had the illusion that war would not come, but now, all hopes have been lost.

After this news came out, the atmosphere of the entire plain became a little depressing, and Wren knew better.

Randy Mack has arrived in Orange Town with two three-star hunting teams and is taking charge of the Little Widow Hospital.

The old goat was thus liberated, and he did not plan to stay in Orange Town forever, but only agreed with Omar that he would participate in the decisive battle next year.

In the office of the Thorns Security Company, the old goat sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, shaking his wine glass: "Boy, you are amazing, I haven't seen you for a while, and you have set up a grass platform team."

Moreover, a tent area was built to make money from the stupid natives. ”

Wren carefully read the two newspapers in his hand, and asked without raising his head: "Zolo, has you chosen to join the 7th game?" ”

This news surprised him a little, and in the 7th game, he had won over Zolo more than once, but he refused to like freedom.

After taking a sip of the red wine in the glass, the old goat looked at the office and said with a smile: "He lost an arm, although as a gunman, it doesn't affect his own strength."

But he has realized that the Lone Ranger is not easy to mix, and in other words, to some extent, he is taking the blame for you. ”

"So what, it's a deal." Wren said with an indifferent expression.

Since he hid behind the scenes and took Higg with him, almost all the hatred for killing the ghost hand fell on Zolo.

However, Wren is not afraid of Zolo taking revenge on him, and now Zolo is not his opponent.

The old goat smiled: "If you miss an arm, you can pay a lot of money, and you can replace it with a new one, and he doesn't plan to trouble you."

For his kind of man, he'd only seek revenge on Duke Tucker, the ghoul, and Fena, Marquisess of the Moon Wolf Clan. ”

Wren smiled faintly and didn't say anything, he didn't like Zorlo, probably because he had also thought about being a hero and doing something good that everyone praised.

But now he hates his former self very much.

Wren reads another Mainland Observer newspaper that lists the top 10 outstanding young people in the mainland.

The reference criterion is the battle record, that is, who kills more demons, the quality is high, and the one in front is not necessarily the strongest, but it must be the most ruthless.

There is no doubt that these people above are the ones Wren needs to chase now.