"Yes." Our funding for this operation is gone. ”

The blonde man, with his hands outstretched, shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly, "Okay." Call it a day. I'm tired of it anyway. ”

A muscular bald black man walked out from behind the police booth and asked, "Jason, call it a day?" After speaking, he pulled out the silencer gun and pulled the trigger behind the sentry box, "It's useless to keep them, just kill them." ”

Jason smiled slightly, looked at the unconscious policeman at his feet, and said trievably, "It's just work." Killing is not my interest. As soon as he turned around, he gave a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and walked on the path by himself.

The black man fired another shot at the muzzle of the gun, killing the policeman Jason had spared. He walked quickly to Jason's side and asked, puzzled, "I said you're weird." Don't mercenaries kill people? ”

Jason handed a cigarette to the black man and said slowly, "Killing people is not the goal. The most important thing is to have a goal. The smoke lingered, and he looked up at the red sky as if he were a thinker.

"Haha, it doesn't matter what his goal, purpose. Money is the most important thing, and I still have three children waiting to be fed! As he spoke, he took out a family photo from his chest and handed it to Jason, "How is it?" Like me? ”

Jason seemed to be frightened, and seemed to be choked by the strong cigarette, coughed again and again, and scolded with a smile: "Like! Like you, a mess of black! Hahaha..."

As he spoke, the black man put his arm around Jason's neck and laughed heartily. The two of them smoked cigarettes and walked together on the path back.

"The Chinese police cut us off our financial means this time. If I had the chance, I would like to teach them a lesson. The black man said indignantly.

A flash of impulse flashed in Jason's eyes, and then he regained his mind and said calmly, "Yes." If there's a chance. Throwing the cigarette butt in his hand, "I heard they're very good, can you?" Quaker? ”

Quake pressed the pistol on his waist: "If you don't try, how do you know?" ”

Jason groaned slightly and nodded: "En~ too!" ”

As he spoke, two heavily armed mercenaries flashed from behind the buildings on both sides, approaching the two in the middle of the path.

A short man with a red scarf tied to his head said with a disappointed face: "Okay~ I'm going to be unemployed again." ”

Another man who was a head taller than everyone else teased, "Hanzo, you can go back to Japan and apply for a benefit." My Russia doesn't have as good social welfare as you do in Japan. When I went back, I had to cut down trees and kill bears. "The voice is very rough.

Hanzang glanced sideways and exclaimed, "Ivanov, you are too mean. With one hand, a white light shot out like the wind, "It's really a bad beating!" ”

Ivanov also raised one hand, grabbed a bright steel nail between his fingers, and laughed without looking back: "Our little cutie Mr. Hanzo, don't lose your temper all the time." You have to understand my Russian humor. Ha ha. With that, he handed the steel needle back to Hanzo.

"There's a little mouse." Quake threw away the cigarette butt with a calm expression, "How about a gamble?" ”

Hanzo was the first to ask: "How to bet?" ”

The other two smiled and looked at Quake, who had a mysterious face.

"Whoever grabs the 10w dollar first. Life and death don't count. ”

Before the words fell, in an instant, four voices rang out in unison, as fast as lightning. I only heard a miserable cry of "ah~" behind a wooden door in front of me. The wooden door collapsed, revealing a man in a blue police uniform with a pistol in hand, with four neat blood holes lined up at the center of his eyebrows, gurgling with blood.

The policeman was hiding behind the wooden door and planning to sneak attack, but he never thought that he had become a prey. His face froze in disbelief, as if he wasn't ready to die.

"Knock~", the policeman fell into the grass in front of the door.

When everyone saw that it was another shot in the eyebrows, it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom, and they couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter. Meet again for a chance.

They followed the narrow path and made a few turns to the end of the cliff.

"We're here." Jason said, pressing the headphones.

There was a rumbling sound from under the cliff, from far to near. The wind grew stronger and stronger, causing everyone's hair and clothes to be thrown back.

Soon, a helicopter flew up from the cliff and hovered in front of everyone.

Everyone exclaimed, excitedly shouting about the driver's skill. Jason and Quake gave a thumbs up.

I saw a man wearing a helmet on the helicopter, beckoning them again and again, signaling to come up quickly.

The group nodded, like a tiger leaping, like a leopard jumping, and jumped onto the helicopter.

At this time, a clear inquiry voice came from the earphones of the people: "Gentlemen, there is a financier trapped in Syria. Each person who is willing to go to the rescue will receive $500W. ”

Quake expertly pulled out a case of cold beer from the cabin and tossed it to the team members, exclaiming, "How's it going?" Is this order accepted? ”

Jason took a few sips: "It seems that the price is a bit low." "I turned my eyes to Hanzo.

Hanzo waved his sleeves and wiped his mouth, and shouted: "It's indeed cheaper, where is the base of terrorists, nine deaths." ”

Ivanov, who was on the very side, drank like tea, and drank it all in one gulp. Crushed the beer can with one hand, and said with a smile: "5 million US dollars, but it is a little less." But..."

Before he finished speaking, another voice came from everyone's headphones: "Gentlemen, the gold lord has raised the price." $10 million each, but there is a requirement, whoever saves him first will get the money. ”

Everyone was stunned at first, and then you look at me, I look at you, with a smile of surprise on their faces.

Ivanov poured another beer and said, "Isn't it, just get him out?" ”

From inside the headphones, "Yes." There are already a lot of mercenary organizations that have taken over. Anyway, it's enough to rescue the financier. ”

Quake's black face revealed a clearly recognizable arc of white teeth: "Hahaha." Interesting! Just try a different mercenary level. How's that, Jason? ”

Jason looked at the sparkling waves on the surface of the sea and calmly made an OK gesture.

Everyone in the plane cheered, and the captain pressed the headset and shouted: "Gentlemen! Next stop, Syria. ”

Ivanov drank several cans excitedly, raised his gun and fired a fierce shot, and a curtain of water exploded on the sea.

Hanzo, who was sitting next to him, looked helpless, stuck his fingers in his ears, and muttered, "The Russians are really not restless at all. Can't you just be quiet? ”

Under the roar of the propellers, Jason and Quake smiled at each other and raised their glasses.

"Respect! Born to die! ”

"Respect! Born to die! ”