Vulture, is Berg's nickname.

Ever since he became a 'freelance mercenary', he has known himself by this nickname.

Because, he knows very well how the leakage of his real name will affect him, and if he still wants to save enough money to return to his hometown and live a prosperous and safe life, it is best to forget his real name for a while.

This is his guide and his teacher who 'taught' him.

He always remembered it.

Because, in the second year of his retirement, his teacher was killed by him.

Why?

For the money, of course!

His teacher had a long and forever generous pension, which he had long coveted.

It's a pity that a few people split this money, making the seemingly generous pension not so much.

The vulture wanted to kill a few of the partners, but these partners were unusually shrewd, and after the money, none of them would have a drink with him, and they all left in a hurry.

It's a pity that the bottle of wine with poison in it.

Still, he didn't waste it either.

He left the bottle for the 'newcomers' he was looking for and needed a guide.

Mercenaries are a free, high-risk industry, and it would be great if there was a guide.

With his own teacher as a template, the vultures are well disguised.

He harvested batch after batch of 'newcomers'.

But there is no impermeable wall in the world, and when some news leaked, he had to become a 'mercenary'.

What's more, the money he deposited in the 'mercenary bank' was completely frozen!

While cursing the black and black of the 'Mercenary Bank', he heard the news and came to Ang Thanh.

The appearance of the 'Mask Man' made him smell money.

After his savings are emptied, he needs a large sum of money to complete the established retirement plan.

'The Mask Man' is a great choice.

But fate always played tricks on him.

The appearance of 'Hydra' and 'Night Stalker' made him completely dispel the idea of attacking the 'Masked Man'.

He knew very well that the reason why he was able to live so long was because he never messed with those people and organizations that seemed to be extremely troublesome and terrifying.

However, the desire for money in his heart made him not leave Ang Cheng in the first place.

He is still looking for an opportunity.

Opportunities will be reserved for those who are prepared.

Vulture is a firm believer in this.

In fact, the same is true.

Later this evening, a bounty appeared in various channels of the Underworld.

Passy, 100,000.

Danvers, 100,000.

Kratos, 50 thousand.

Logan, 50 thousand.

Two women, two children, a total of 300,000 bounty, made the vulture extremely excited, almost the next moment the bounty appeared, he began to use the reserve money to buy news to investigate the identities of these four people.

The bounty is good, but the small life is more important.

Then, he completely let go of his heart.

All four are ordinary people.

It's because it's related to the 'shelter' that people will care a little about it, but it's just a little bit of care, and the family members of several mobile teams are not members of the C+ level or above, so there's nothing to care about.

At most, it's just to finish this vote and hide from the limelight.

Immediately, the vulture made up his mind and immediately packed up his equipment and set off.

He has his eyes on this target, and others will naturally follow him, and if he goes late, I'm afraid there will be nothing.

And just as the vulture had expected, as he approached the single-family apartment, he spotted a large number of his peers.

The vultures spotted these people.

These people also found vultures.

Many of them looked disgusted, and then spat at the ground fiercely.

Mercenaries, known as hyenas, battlefield vultures, and the like.

But most people have their own rules, bastards like the Vulture are simply the object of everyone's disgust, and if they don't have any bounties and make sure that the Vulture's deposit is frozen by the 'Mercenary Bank', these people don't mind shifting their targets.

The vultures didn't care.

It's just a suspicion, not a confirmation.

Without confirmation, it wasn't him.

And, even if it is confirmed, what if it is confirmed?

He still won't admit it.

Thinking like this, a malicious smile appeared on the vulture's face.

There is no doubt that such a malicious smile is hideous.

He frightened a middle-aged couple with a dog on a leash.

The couple is supposed to be residents of the neighborhood and walk their dog before dinner.

"Fuck off."

The vulture snorted.

There were too many people here, and if it was in a place with fewer people, he wouldn't mind using a more direct approach.

Thank yourself for your good luck!

The vulture sneered in his heart and passed by the middle-aged couple in front of him.

And then......

A leash appeared around his neck like this, and it tightened instantly!

"Uh...... Ha ......"

The vulture's mouth made an inexplicable sound, and his hands subconsciously tried to get the weapon he was hiding, but the wife of the couple was faster.

Quack, quack.

The palm of the hand swept over, and after two crisp sounds, the joints of the vulture's hands were removed.

The ensuing look in the vulture's eyes vanished.

"Welcome to 'Ngong Thane'!"

A low voice sounded from the mouth of the husband of the couple, and then, the other party maintained this strangulation and exerted force, and directly dragged the suffocating vulture into the alley.

It's not just vultures.

All the mercenaries, bounty hunters, and killers who approached the apartment were attacked at about the same time.

The identities of the attackers varied, ranging from male to female, old and young.

They all seem to be residents around them, but they are all neat and ruthless.

Wild Fox also received this mission today, but because he was delayed by the game 'Dark Glory' for more than half an hour, he was the last mercenary to come nearby.

In the same way, he was the one who witnessed all this.

He looked at the mercenaries like himself, who froze in place after being strangled, throat cut, and heart pierced by people passing by.

Especially when he saw those people skillfully tidying up the corpses, and then, without changing their faces, went about their business, his whole body trembled.

The neighborhood in front of him was like any other neighborhood he had seen.

Before dinner, the children get out of school, the old people return home, and the young people get off work.

After the whole family washes their hands, they sit down at the table and prepare to eat.

It doesn't make a difference.

If he hadn't seen that scene.

He saw with his own eyes that the man who looked like a child took out a dagger and stabbed it directly in the vest of a colleague, he also saw the kind old man cut the throat of another colleague with a knife, and he also saw the young man who got off work smile and turned around and raised his hand to twist the neck of a colleague.

Click.

That crisp sound still echoes in his ears to this day.

"W-What kind of neighborhood is this?"

"Hell?"

The wild fox thought tremblingly, and subconsciously turned around to leave.

However, behind him, a man with an ordinary face dressed as a sanitation worker was there, smiling at him.

Thump!

The wild fox fell to his knees.

"Spare your life!"

"Don't kill me!"

"I'm useful!"

The wild fox begged for mercy without hesitation.

Then, he was knocked unconscious, and the man who knocked the wild fox unconscious reported the situation-

"The street intruders have all been cleared."

"Okay, got it."

"The second team enters the alert."

The man replied, and then, picking up the unconscious wild fox, loading it into a side garbage can, and pushing it towards the garbage truck.

At this moment, the garbage truck is already full of garbage.

Wild foxes are also one of them.

The difference, though, is that he is alive.

The rest of the garbage, already dead.

Of course, there is always something missing from the garbage.

In that inconspicuous corner of the street, Hawke looked at it all with an ugly face.

Pitfall?

I knew it wasn't going to be easy!

How could ordinary people have so many bounties!

Hawke couldn't help but think.

At the same time, I was glad that I was sneaking in, not approaching openly.

He also knew that he and those fools had become the rocks of some guys' pathfinders.

But now, he had no choice.

The entire neighborhood has been cordoned off.

He could only move on.

Only by catching any of the target people can he get out alive.

Thinking of this, Hawke gritted his teeth and rushed out, ready to approach the single-family apartment as fast as he could.

And then—

Bang!

In the faint sound of gunfire, Hawke fell to the ground.

In the last moments of his life, despair appeared on his face.

Sniper!

It's not just these people in this neighborhood, there are snipers in the distance!

Soon, Hawke's body was swept away.

Once again, the neighborhood has returned to its former peacefulness.

At least, on the surface.

Kratos and Rogan are not less vigilant.

The two of them withdrew their gaze from the window, and they kept scanning the room.

Including the doctor.

The doctor, who was already frightened, was swept away by the eyes of the two at this time, and suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation.

"I ......"

"Shut up."

Kratos interrupted coldly.

The doctor immediately shut up, and even covered his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound.

Kratos' eyes widened as he continued to search for something.

Logan simply closed his eyes and began to listen.

Then, the two locked the direction of the living room at the same time.

After glancing at each other, the two walked towards the living room.

In the living room, there is no one at the moment.

Patsy, who is pregnant, has now returned to the bedroom to rest.

Danvers was busy in the kitchen.

Facing the empty living room, Kratos's little face became cold again, Logan was a little nervous, and his eyes were red subconsciously, but this did not prevent Logan from taking out a knife and stabbing at the empty place.

Then, a hand held the wrist.

It was a thin man with a malicious face.

He looked at the child in front of him playfully.

"What a terrible perception."

"It's a pity that your strength is too small and your speed is too ......"

Bang!

The man tried to continue, but before he could finish speaking, he was cut off by a kick from Kratos.

The man saw Kratos kick out, but he didn't care, a child would be dangerous if he was armed with a weapon, but with his bare hands?

What are the dangers?

Can you still kill him?

He's ready to take Kratos' kick and play with his target.

It's like a cat teasing a mouse.

And then?

Naturally, he took the target's head to receive the reward.

The surrounding defenses are excellent, but for him, they are non-existent.

You know, he's one of the best Shadowstream's assassins of the decade.

However, when Kratos kicked him in the calf, the man's face changed dramatically.

Tremendous power rushed in.

Click!

The man's calf is broken!

Then, before the man could exhale in pain, he was struck in the throat by Kratos.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the man's exclamation and even his breathing stopped abruptly.

"What happened to Kratos and Logan?"

Danvers' voice came from the kitchen.

"It's alright, Aunt Danvers."

"Kratos accidentally broke a pencil."

There were still tears, but Logan replied in a sweet voice.

Kratos rolled his eyes coldly, and dragged the assassin's body into Emma's room.

Then he looked at the doctor who had witnessed the whole process.

The doctor was no longer trembling at this time, not that he was not afraid, but that he was really scared.

Kratos frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied with the doctor's reaction.

But he still said slowly-

"Long live the hydra!"