Walking in the inner city of the Angel of Death, Mondo rubbed his frozen red ears vigorously, this winter in Siberia was surprisingly cold, colder than the eyes of the guards who were patrolling past him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sucking the same red nose, Mondo subconsciously wrapped himself in his shabby D-class combat uniform under the extremely indifferent eyes of the guards, he was just an ordinary soldier, he had just entered the battle sequence of the Angel of Death's transformation man, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful in front of this group of guards.

One day I'm going to be like them! With a snort in his mouth, young Mondo finally stopped in front of a storefront while stepping on the snow.

Mandala Bar, looking up at the fonts that glittered in the psychedelic lights, Mondo wiped his nose and pushed the door in. The Mandala Bar is as familiar as ever, but it's not yet open hours, so the interior of the bar is a little deserted, but that doesn't stop the enthusiasm of the young people. As a soldier who made a living by selling information, Mondo always started his work early.

Greeting his acquaintances sitting in the bar, Mondo quickly stepped into his seat, a relatively corner where he could get a clear view of the various people in the hall, but more fully because he couldn't afford to pay the points needed for the other positions.

Like the harsh winter outside the bar, the Angel of Death is having a hard time, having been devastated by the invasion from the Empire years ago, and the nuclear explosion of the A-13 that followed it has been devastated ever since. The sudden nuclear explosion destroyed not only A-13, but also the radioactive fallout particles it produced quickly spread to several surrounding areas where the Angel of Death mine was located.

Of course, this is only a few straws that broke the camel's back, since Yang Feng took power, the cruel and bloody infighting has greatly damaged the vitality of the Angel of Death, in order to gain the initiative in the civil war, Yang Feng has focused almost all his strength on the research and development of a new generation of transformers, and the result of this untimely choice is to make the Angel of Death who is already seriously injured even more collapsed.

But there are two sides to everything, and another result of Yang Feng's move is that he finally completely controls the Angel of Death.

Mondo was a lucky young man who chose the right side in the civil war, even if it wasn't his own choice. Originally, he thought that he would stay in the army as a warrior after the war, but only to be ruthlessly kicked out, the law of the jungle, and when he learned that the real elite who were left behind would enjoy the transformation brought by the new technology, Mondo's mood was even more lost.

The war ruined the Angel of Death, leaving many of the soldiers who relied on the mission to survive without a source of subsistence and forced to join the army, and after the war ended, the soldiers of these ruthlessly kicked out armies were even more difficult.

So a new profession began to prevail in the Angel of Death, and that was the intelligence officer.

Young Mondo is one of them, who sells all kinds of information to maintain the Angel of Death, who lost most of their sources of information after the war, but they are not only selling information, but sometimes they are willing to do anything to survive.

Wandering his eyes inside the sparse bar, Mondo was soon caught by a few strange faces. And when his eyes caught the wine glass held in the hand of one of the men, his young eyes suddenly lit up.

Not everyone can afford a glass of tequila on the rocks at this difficult time, and it would be a big employer, Mondo thought as he leaned towards him.

It stands to reason that with Mondo's years of experience in the mandala bar, there should not be a strange face in this area that he has never seen at all, and the strange thing is that he has never seen this somewhat taciturn man in front of him. Experience reminded him that he should pay more attention, but when he thought that this was the inner city of the Angel of Death on guard, Mondo let go of many of his concerns.

The man had half-length black hair, a flaxen-colored trench coat that framed his broad figure, and most of his face was blocked by the side collar of the trench coat that rose up at the side of his neck, leaving only Mondo with a pair of black, shiny pupils. But what caught Mondo's attention the most was his bare fingers, the slender fingers gently clasped on the rim of the cup, the steel-like bony knuckles matched with the vigorous lines of muscles, Mondo had no doubt about the strength of these hands.

"Sir." Mondo cleared his throat and sat down beside the man with great skill, "Do you need information?" As you can see, I'm the best intelligence officer in the region. Despite the uncontrollable laughter of his peers in several other places, Mondo was very serious about his introduction.

The taciturn man took a gentle sip of the spicy agave with ice, his eyes narrowed slightly to show that he missed the taste, and the acquaintance bartender hurriedly filled him up, he didn't want to lose such a generous patron because of his neglect.

"The best intelligence officer?" The man seemed to understand the words of the young man next to him at this time, his voice was very magnetic, like two magnets rubbing against each other, slightly hoarse but very pleasant, "Then let's talk about it, maybe I'll be interested." ”

Mondo breathed a sigh of relief, for some reason he vaguely felt a bone-chilling chill in the man's frightening glance that swept towards him just now, it was a look that could only be sharpened by the sea of corpses and blood, maybe this was just an illusion, Mondo couldn't help but remind himself.

"Have you heard? Ten days ago, Yama was destroyed by the Distant Ancestor Tribe, and the entire organization was completely captured overnight, and the three major families that once dominated Yama ceased to exist in one day, while many other families also surrendered to the Distant Ancestor Tribe. ”

"That's it?" The corners of the drinking man's mouth lifted slightly, "If that's all there is to it, then you don't look any different from your previous peers who also claimed to be the best." ”

Mondo finally saw the man clearly this time, this side face seemed to be outlined with hard lead, rigid and firm, knife-sharp eyes were not angry and arrogant, and the lips under the tall nose were slightly cold, Mondo had never seen such a perfect face, he had not seen a handsome person, but this unique temperament was by no means something ordinary people could have. Mondo swallowed subconsciously, and he suddenly felt as if he had seen this face somewhere.

"Of course I'm different from them!" Out of the vigor of a young man, Mondo naturally disagreed with this man's words, "Then do you know who is the person who led the Distant Ancestor Tribe to defeat Yama?" ”

The man slowly took a sip of the tequila and smiled faintly with interest.

Seeing this man's expression, Mondo was imposing, "Remember the nuclear explosion of A-13?" The catastrophe that hit the Angel of Death hard? The one who led the Distant Ancestral Tribe in attack on Yama was the one who caused the nuclear explosion, the guy who had been on the must-kill list since he fled from the Angel of Death, but no one had ever seen him again! ”

"Oh?"

"Fan, he's Fan!" When Mondo mentioned the name, the atmosphere in the whole bar was silent, even though the man known as Brahma had been gone for many years, but the name remained in the hearts of all the angels of death, like the deepest taboo.

His past is a legend, a legend that no one can surpass.

Mondo looked up proudly, he thought to himself that few people but him knew about the news, so he missed the extremely complicated expression of the man beside him.

But soon, the young Mondo reacted, this news was supposed to be used by him in exchange for points to live, but he didn't expect to be provoked by people in a few words. Moreover, his voice was still so loud that he had already been heard by several colleagues who were snickering on the side, and he suddenly panicked when he thought of this.

However, just as he was at a loss, a broad palm slapped his shoulder from behind, and immediately after, he felt something more in the breast pocket of his tattered D-Class combat uniform.

Subconsciously took this thing out, and Mondo's eyes never left.

"Take it, boy, it's your reward." Voices came from behind him.

The man who was drinking shook his head slightly, as if he did not agree with what the speaker was doing.

"This kid reminds me of my old self, and it's not a valuable gift, is it? Chief. There was a smile in his loud voice.

Not a valuable gift? Mondo almost thought he had misheard, if the seventh-level lightsaber in his hand wasn't a valuable gift, then what was?!

"That's what I said, anyway, you didn't get this thing with your own hands, so naturally you won't cherish it." Another female voice came from this time, it was a woman wearing a big red tight leather suit.

"Of course." There was a smile in the loud voice, "It's not just that I got it with my own hands, to be precise, it's not mine." ”

The woman in red suddenly frowned, and then realized that the lightsaber that had been put away by her own body was missing at this time!

"Art! You bastard, believe it or not, the old lady beat you to death? The woman in red was about to rush out, and the eyes of young Mondo did not leave her overly large breasts from this moment.

"What do you look at, stinky boy! Believe it or not, the old lady gouged out your eyes?! ”

"Alright." The man who was drinking finally left his seat, "Don't make a fuss, we still have business to do." His voice was flat, and strangely enough, the two men who were arguing shut their mouths at the same time.

How the three of them left the bar, no one could say clearly, as if in the blink of an eye, they had disappeared, leaving only Mondo, who was still in a daze, holding the lightsaber in his hand, and the dumbfounded bartender looking at the empty wine glass, a standard lightsaber that was also level six.

Outside the mandala bar at this time, Van is walking through the familiar and unfamiliar streets, just immersed in endless memories of the past.

"I'm back, just as I promised back then. It's just that I'm not what I used to be, and the Angel of Death today is not what I used to be......"

With a faint sigh, Van just waved his hand at random, and the entire patrol guard who found them went from being awake to fainting.

"I'm back, but what about you?" (To be continued.) )