While the mercenaries were panicking, a lonely black figure suddenly appeared on the hillside in the distance, standing there looking at them condescendingly.

Where did this shadow come from?

These Gurkha mercenaries are all battle-hardened, but at this moment, they are so frightened by this strange scene that their hairs stand on end. And the black shadow looked at them motionlessly, like a god of death.

One of the mercenaries raised his gun nervously, but Prasad reached out and pressed the muzzle of his gun down: "You wait here, don't act rashly without my orders." ”

After saying that, Prasad actually raised his hands and walked slowly towards the other party.

The location of the black shadow is one or two hundred meters away from the off-road vehicle, and the slope of the mountain is steep. Prasad was quite inconvenient to climb the mountain with prosthetic legs on his legs, and when he climbed the mountain, the black shadow suddenly disappeared.

Prasad spun around in a daze a few times before suddenly there was a soft thud behind him. Prasad froze.

"Kitano Chong?"

There was no sound behind him, but Prasad felt as if two keen eyes were staring at him, he raised his hands and didn't dare to look back, swallowed his spit and said, "Don't get me wrong, I have no ill intentions." I didn't have a weapon with me. ”

"Who are you?"

It was Ah Chong who spoke, and after he escaped from the ambush circle, he did not join up with the main army of Suri Lehok.

Since Ulaanbaatar, the shadow warriors and mercenaries have been ambushing the blue wolf in the shadows, and Timur and Ah Chong and others have no idea where the other party is, so they can only be tired and passively beaten.

After the fierce battle on the Krulun River, Ah Chong disappeared "suddenly", no one alive or dead, and the mercenaries and shadow warriors who had lost their targets had to always be on the lookout for Ah Chong's counterattack. While pursuing Timur, they had to divide their forces to find Ah Chong's whereabouts - this is why only Jing Wumian appeared in the fierce battle with Timur and others.

As the so-called praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches behind, the witty Ah Chong hid in the dark and began to look for the flaws of his opponent.

The hunter finally becomes the prey.

Sweat broke out on Prasad's nervous forehead, but his tone was still quite calm: "My name is Prasad, and I am the mercenary supervisor under Wang Yangming. ”

"You are in charge of this operation?"

"In theory, it is, but in practice...... Now it's the Shadow Samurai in command. ”

Ah Chong didn't speak, and Prasad couldn't help but break the silence after waiting for a while:

"The situation is very dangerous right now, the Shadow Warriors are doing whatever it takes, and if they are allowed to control the situation, we are all in danger...... I want to make a deal with you. ”

Ah Chong snorted coldly: "That's why you came to me?" ”

Prasad nodded, "Yes, I have a way to help you get rid of the Shadow Warriors." ”

Ah Chong was silent for a while, and said slowly: "You turn around." ”

Prasad raised his hands on his head and turned around cautiously, and in the shadows of more than ten meters in the distance, a young man with a clear face and sword eyebrows stood looking at him coldly.

Prasad's eyes involuntarily slipped to his left leg: "Your wound ......"

"Just a little flesh wound - was you the one who ordered the order to stop shooting?" Ah Chong knew in his heart that after he was shot, if it wasn't for the Gurkha mercenaries who suddenly stopped shooting. It was difficult for him to escape the fire of the shadow warriors and mercenaries.

Prasad nodded, "I ordered the shooting to stop - I also ordered the attack before you were in the ambush circle." ”

"You were the one who gave the Bayard brothers inferior poison?"

Prasad nodded again.

Ah Chong frowned: "Why are you doing this?" ”

Prasad hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "You'll understand later, it's not convenient to explain this now—the immediate priority is to get rid of the shadow warriors." ”

"How do you prove it's not a trap?"

Prasad shook his head: "I can't prove it, but you don't have a choice. If the Shadow Warriors are not eliminated, the surviving Blue Wolves and Asgen in Sunrise Castle will soon die at the hands of the Shadow Warriors. ”

"Isn't that exactly what you're doing?"

"That's Professor Zhang's purpose, not the result I want, my goal is to live."

The two stood opposite each other, speechless for a moment.

……

After a long time, a figure slowly walked down the hillside, and the highly alert Gurkha mercenaries raised their guns one after another, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was Prasad walking over.

A mercenary looked at the hill with trepidation, and said tremblingly, "So, is that a human or a ghost?" ”

Prasad frowned and sighed, "I don't know, there's nothing on the hillside, maybe we saw it wrong." ”

A few mercenaries looked at each other, did they see it wrong? Can several people be wrong at the same time? Hell yes!

Prasad didn't seem to be worried about the elusive shadow, but sat calmly in the car, laboriously removed the prosthetic leg, stroked the bare amputation with both hands, and asked thoughtfully: "How long have you been with me?" ”

Several mercenaries looked at each other: why did they start to pull up the routine at this time?

Although they all looked confused, they still answered one by one, some followed for four or five years, the shortest was two years, and the longest was seven years.

Prasad sighed, "Do you know what will happen to those injured mercenaries? ”

Several people bowed their heads and remained silent, in fact, they all guessed what the shadow warrior would do to "deal" with those who were seriously injured, but they could only choose to turn a blind eye.

After so many years of conquest, conscience or something will not hurt for a long time.

"Colonel, when we are mercenaries, we are exchanging our lives for money, and everyone is very open. Doesn't the Chinese have a saying, 'Life and death have a fate, and wealth is in the sky'. ”

An older mercenary laughed to himself.

Prasad sneered: "Exchange your life for money...... I'm afraid that if you have money to take, you won't have your life to spend it! ”

……

Sunrise Fort.

Sunset.

The lights are on, and the night is not shining.

There are many people coming and going on the road, and the sound of dance music coming from the nightclub is long.

Hordes of miners and gold diggers dragged their tired bodies back to the fort. After a tiring day, many people choose to go to the tavern to have two drinks to relax and relieve stress. Some people try their luck in a casino down the street.

Next to the neon signs, there are girls dressed in charming, enthusiastically attracting passers-by.

Someone else's work is over, and their day has just begun.

In front of the "Tsar's Palace", the largest entertainment venue in Sunrise Castle, there were two Russian beauties with sexy figures, who saw two unfamiliar faces watching at the door, and took the initiative to greet them:

"Handsome guy, do you want to relax?"

Prasad replied in Russian: "Are there any special services?" ”

"It depends on how much money you have." A beautiful Russian woman gestured with her fingers to count the bills.

Prasad smiled and pulled out a thick stack of dollars from his arms.

Enthusiastic smiles immediately bloomed on the faces of the two beauties, and one took his arm from the left to the right and led Prasad into the hall. Jing Wumian followed behind with a cold face.

The Russian beauty took Prasad and Jing Wumian to a private room, gave him a flying kiss and walked out. After a while, a foreman-like figure walked in.

"Are you two coming to Sunrise Fort for the first time?"

Prasad nodded: "We're here to do business." ”

"I heard Natalie say that you two want special services, I wonder what kind of services you want?"

Prasad asked, "Do you have a kind of Tsar Suite here, which offers 24-hour VIP service?" ”

The foreman was stunned, and the professional smile on his face froze.

Prasad lowered his voice and leaned forward and said, "I heard that the Tsar's Suite can be booked, and you will meet any request from the customer?" ”

The foreman said with a smile on his face, "Only VIP members are allowed to enter the Tsar's Suite, but ......"

"But what?" Prasad threw a stack of dollars on the table, and the foreman looked at Franklin on the dollar, and his heart was also shocked, the person who casually threw out the $10,000 was either a local tyrant or a corrupt official, and it seemed that these two unattractive and even slightly ugly customers were looking for excitement.

"The two of you came just in time, we still have the last set of Tsar Suite, which has waterbeds, jacuzzi, candles, whips, hammocks, vibrators, all the facilities and supplies, the cost of a day is 1000 US dollars, the tip is extra, and the waiter's introduction fee is ......"

The foreman was talking there like a few treasures, and Jing Wumian interrupted him impatiently:

"Who's in the other suite?"

Prasad was stunned, he didn't expect Jing Wumian to speak Russian.

The foreman looked at the two of them in surprise and said vigilantly: "The identities of all the guests of the Tsar's Palace are kept secret, and we have no right to reveal ......"

Before the words fell, Jing Wumian suddenly got up and grabbed his head and smashed it on the coffee table.

There was a muffled "bang", and the foreman's neat row of front teeth were gone, and his mouth was full of blood.

Jing Wumian grabbed the foreman's neck and pressed him to the ground, and said coldly: "If I ask you, you will answer!" Or cut out your tongue. ”

"Yes, yes, there's a young man living in another suite, and it's the first time I've been here. Gave us a large sum of money to charter a suite. The foreman said indistinctly, blood dripping from his mouth with saliva on the ground.

"What does that man look like?"

"The man is thin, and one leg seems to be injured......"

Prasad nodded: "That's right, it's Kitano Chong, and my mercenaries followed him here and disappeared." ”

"What is he doing here?"

"Didn't do anything...... He locked himself up alone and asked for some anti-inflammatory drugs and tetanus shots, as well as three meals a day...... "The foreman recalls with painstaking efforts.

Jing Wumian let go of his hand, pointed to the walkie-talkie on the foreman's waist and said, "You call the person who delivered the food in." ”

The foreman knelt on the ground and covered his mouth full of blood and said, "You, do you know who opened this place?" ”

Jing Wumian leaned his face in front of him: "I don't know who opened it, I just know that if you don't cooperate with me, I will rip off your face." ”

The foreman looked at Jing Wumian's scorched face and cold eyes, trembling with fright, grabbed the walkie-talkie on his body and shouted, "Is the dinner of Tsar No. 1 ready?" …… First delivered to private room No. 7. ”

After a while, there was a knock at the door.

"Who?" Jing Wumian asked.

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

"Say it again!"

"Hello, waiter, delivery." The man outside raised his voice and said.

Jing Wumian opened the door, and a young man in uniform walked in with a dinner plate, and was stunned when he saw the foreman kneeling on the ground. Jing Wumian slashed him in the neck with a knife from behind.

With a "click", the young man's neck was immediately cut off, and he fell straight forward.

Jing Wumian took the plate in his hand and closed the door with a kick.

From the time the waiter entered the door to the time he fell to the ground in just two seconds, Jing Wumian completed the entire set of actions in one go. Even Prasad had to sigh at how neat he was. The foreman was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, unable to make a sound.

Jing Wumian put the plate on the table, turned the waiter over and turned it face up, leaned down to take a closer look at his face, and touched his face bones with his hands.

After touching it, he took out a miniature tape recorder from his pocket with his right hand, pressed the button, and the waiter's voice repeatedly sounded in the room:

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

……

Jing Wumian followed the voice of the tape recorder and kept repeating these words in a low voice:

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

After repeating it more than a dozen times, the sound in his throat turned out to be exactly the same as the waiter's voice. Prasad and the foreman looked stupid.

Jing Wumian nodded with satisfaction, put the tape recorder back in his pocket, and took out a tool kit from his bosom and placed it next to the waiter's head.

Prasad looked at the contents of his kit and couldn't help but feel creepy - this guy must be really trying to peel off the dead man's face, right?