"Deal."

"Deal."

I thought Simon would have to make a code or something to send the money. Unexpectedly, Simon really lifted the lockbox, and a pile of green and dazzling circulation coupons appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and it was impossible to press people's eyes.

Polar Bar ...... To be precise, it should be the behind-the-scenes owner of the polar mercenary club, Rao is still wearing a fox fur fur when the weather is warmer, and he immediately stopped a few subordinates who didn't know how to ask for money, and accepted the lockbox, and similarly, the thick cowhide envelope swiped along the edge of the cabinet and fell steadily into Simon's hand.

Simon bowed slightly, just opened it and glanced at the information that the envelope was indeed written with the mercenary boss in the back street, and put it in his arms.

"When and where do you want to go to the bank and get everything done?" Vechilev asked. The Thirteenth Council has not yet relaxed to the point where the property rights can be changed with a single stroke of the private deed, and after the five-digit amount, a certain amount of security deposit must be deposited in the commercial account of the Iron and Steel Bank and the formalities must be carried out by the citizens' committee. Otherwise, in today's chaotic world, there is a deliberate speculation, and everyone will not do it.

Simon's mind flew away, he was not interested in this kind of small matter, he beckoned, handed the corresponding property contract in the envelope to Marco, and instructed: "You look at it, I said that this place is in your charge, just remember to do things." ”

The old fritters who have been in the backstreets for decades have finally turned over, Marco maintained the attitude he should have, bowed down and took it very respectfully, and he could see that his hands were slightly shaking, not surprisingly, these few pages represent all of his life's struggle. "Don't worry, boss, it will be done."

"Then let's do it now." Simon picked up his wine glass and drank it down, the eviction order was already clear, even though Simon and his gang thought that Simon was quite "out of the way", but they were afraid that this was a genuine Hydra. The guy who can mix in the backstreets and now has hands, feet, and limbs naturally understands that no matter how the lions fight, it is also a lion dispute, and there is no hyena to interfere.

When the iron door was closed again, and the darkness returned, Simon slowly got up and looked around the empty and lonely clubhouse, everything was still there, as long as there were people, they could suddenly be bright, and the more the end of the world, the more they needed alcohol anesthesia.

"You can really get this money." Ramirez oozed a glow behind his blindfold, and the last bartender, still habitually wiping the counter, simply sat down on the waterslide counter with his hands, grabbed the bottle, knocked on the bottleneck and took a few sips. "Isn't the interest low?"

Simon clasped his hands, glanced at the brown and gray breeches of the old mercenary of the one-eyed dragon, and said with a wry smile: "Do you think the army's money is easy to take?" Moreover, this is hotter than military spending. ”

"Your choice, your consideration." Ramirez refilled Simon's glass and shouted, "Hey! Lad! Come over for a few drinks! ”

"Nope! I don't drink alcohol when I'm reading. The shadow in the corner with a lantern reading a book called back. Ramirez muttered a few times and cleared his throat. Dissatisfied: "It seems that we have a scholar here." ”

Simon smiled, shook his back, and walked around to the bartender, Iroquois, who handed him a cocktail with lemon slices. "Boss." He said.

"When will you be able to gather the mercenary leaders on the list?" Simon's fingers swept over the long and short columns of names on the letterhead. Each of them means a great reputation. Iroquois still wiping his goblet and replied, "Boss, you may have made a mistake, you went to visit one by one instead of them." ”

"There are only about thirty resident mercenaries in our bar, and the largest thunderstorm club has more than two hundred people, followed by Silver Bird, Dragon Beauty, and Blood Scimitar, all of which are also about fifty or sixty people." The meaning is obvious, only newcomers worship the pier, and there is no snake head worship the pier.

Simon was silent for a moment, and he remembered a lot, Adolfina who walked out alone, the huge amount of money borrowed from Longhu, a few Imperial gladiatorial slaves, the villagers of K82, Solomon in a box, the Solomon expeditions that returned one after another, and the Hydra United faction that suddenly stopped moving. With one hand in his trouser pocket, the old soldier's card was about to rot from the inside out. Simon looked at his watch, and he knew that there was really not much time left for him.

So he said, "Okay, you lead the way, and I'll meet one by one." ”

The backstreets are filled with all kinds of liquor shops, inns, and dance halls, drunken mercenaries who occasionally rush to the streets to vomit hysterically, and prostitutes with heavy makeup scratch their heads and gesture to solicit business.

"We're here." Iroquois stopped at the intersection at the end of the street, pointing to the side of the clubhouse, which was extremely dazzling even in the daytime, with incandescent signs, and there were many strong men in trench coats mixed in the seemingly dense crowd. Simon's footsteps continued to grow, and he had only taken a few steps when he noticed that Iroquois had not followed.

"Questions?" Simon asked.

Iroquois shook his head and said, "You are my boss, and I am obligated to do my duty, but I am not your slave, and I am not obligated to accompany you to your death." ”

"You're on the backstreet bounty list, and the bid is high."

Simon touched his nose self-deprecatingly, patted Iroquois on the shoulder, and instructed, "Okay, you just go back, search for scattered people who can be used as much as possible, and I will absorb them at a high price." He plunged headlong into the Thunderstorm Clubhouse.

The sound of the blast of electronic madness goes on day and night. Simon walked up to the bartender and said straight to the point: "I want to see your boss and report it." ”

Moments later, Simon stood in front of the biggest and most brutal mercenary leader in the backstreet. "Smoke one?" Giulio Andreotti lit a match and lit a cigar, and the air was filled with a slightly astringent aroma.

Simon shook his head and refused, and the polite man in suit and glasses behind the round table in front of him made it hard to think that this was the king of the underground world of Steel City. Beside him, two big men in tuxedos with a slight rush were on the lookout, and Simon was also standing behind him. After all, the pressure goes both ways, and every official hydra can't be underestimated.

"I would like to have the assistance of your regiment to provide me with a team of elite soldiers, equivalent to Longfor's T2 soldiers, and in return, I will pay you a satisfactory reward." Simon offered directly. "If I can't do it, even if it's beyond my power, I'll do it."

Andreotti continued to sip on his cigar and examine Simon with interest, and came running single-handedly, not knowing whether it was ignorance or not

Fearless. Leaning back in his leather chair, he said, "Why should I risk offending Solomon by giving you force?" You see, since the twelfth day of April, your name has been thundering, as well as your enmity with Solomon. ”

"So, what kind of reward will make me so tempted to offend the United Solomon and Hydra faction?"

Simon leaned into his arms, the dagger in hand, and the guards immediately raised the muzzle of the gun in unison, and with just one rapid fire, Simon had to become a hornet's nest. "Hmm~" Andreotti motioned to lower the muzzle of the gun and made a gesture of please.

"Five-figure, six-figure money is nothing more than a military contract payment to you, in the Winter War, every backstreet mercenary group participated, and shared countless military profits, but..." Simon rolled up his sleeves, his forearm tattooed with the Ranger insignia exposed, he held the dagger, calmly stabbed the tip of the knife into his skin, and then gently, gently slashed upwards, blood flowing naturally. Blood red, indisputably purple.

"But what you get is never more than that, money and equipment, you can never go to the next level." As soon as the tip of the knife comes out, the blood stops. Blood smeared on the precious hand-woven carpet.

"This is the blood of Hydra, I can give you the opportunity to become Hydra, this, no one will give you," the dagger stabbed on the round table, trembling slightly.

Andreotti didn't make a wave, but he got up and walked slowly, staring at the blood that had not yet dried up on the carpet, and said softly, "Purple Blood...... The best body of Hydra's blood, maybe the rumors are true, you have already activated the second power, right? ”

Simon didn't answer, and a pure purple bead of blood suddenly rose in front of the two, making a light circular motion, and finally fell into Simon's palm.

"How?" Simon said.

Andreotti turned his back, finished smoking in three or two strokes, took off his glasses and put them on the table, and said with a deep smile: "It's unfortunate that the person who promised to catch you can also give Hydra the blood, and whoever captures you alive will be directly promoted to the official Hydra." That being the case, why should I offend Hydra's majority? ”

With that, Andreotti touched his lips with two fingers cryptically, and the guard at the end of the round table immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger on Simon!

The two submachine guns fired a burst of fire at the same time, and the flames of the guns obscured their vision and the sound they should have.

"Boom, la, la......" The bullet fell to the ground, Simon's indifferent Byzantine purple eyes passed, gray pain flashed, he held a bullet in his hand that had not been deformed at all, walked to Andreotti, and stuffed it in.

"I'm going to fight a war, and what are people like us pursuing? Do you want risk, or do you want reward? ”

At the end of the backstreet, at the sound of gunfire after a summer night shower, Iroquois stepped on the cigarette butt and walked back step by step, thinking that it was very unpleasant for that old bastard named Len Marco to be his boss. Halfway through, another footstep caught up again, and Iroquois consciously fell half a step behind Simon and bowed slightly.

Fingertips were dripping with blood, half of his hand was retracted into his coat, and the sunset was still tyrannically piercing his eyes. Simon let out a long breath, tired, and said, "I think I should go home." ”

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