Gromov turned his head and leaned over to the entrance of the cave, and peeked through the rocks, and from the top down, he could see the mercenaries who were searching around the village, fully armed, with all their weapons and equipment, and searching from house to house, looting valuable things, as well as food and drink.

"Why did they come back?" Gromov really didn't understand.

Chisk also lay there and watched, and he was happy in his heart now, because then he would not have to leave, and there was no way to leave.

"Look." Tang Shuxing motioned to Gromov to look through his binoculars in the direction of the train station, and then saw three mercenaries digging out the corpses from the snow, then simply piecing together the broken corpses and placing them in other places, and then stuffing their weapons into the hands of the corpses, or placing them aside, while the others took pictures there.

"I see!" Gromov shook his head and said, "These guys want to use corpses to cheat money, it seems that they should be pro-Western, that is, the troops hired by the current government of Ukolan, these guys are calculated according to the head, so they need to take photos as evidence, they want to show that they are all civilian armed forces on the Eastern Front and have been exterminated by them." ”

Tang Shuxing looked at it and asked, "How much is a head?" ”

"There are very few ordinary militiamen, the last time the intelligence came back, the price shown was 100 US dollars, and 500 with a clear military rank, if it is a militia leader wanted by the current government, it will be calculated according to the price of the internal notice, the highest is hundreds of thousands of millions, but so far there are no more than 2 million, and the current government of Ukolan is tight, and some of the expenses are overseas funds allocated by the CIA, which are redistributed through some non-existent foundations and the so-called 'Free Ukolan' radio station." "However, none of them are clean, and we have offered bounties for a higher price than them, and in the end it is the mercenaries who are cheaper. These bastards, who help the current government today and help us tomorrow, are completely crazy people who get into the eyes of money. ”

Tang Shuxing looked at the sky outside: "It's getting dark. Let's not go out yet, at least this cave is safe, they can't find it for the time being, let's observe the situation. ”

"Rest, I'll go out at night to see if those two weirdos are nearby." "Now it's time to figure out where they came from, to figure out whether they are friend or foe." ”

At the same time that Tang Shuxing was discussing with Gromov, under the summit of the mountain where they were, in a pit on the slope of the mountain. Two strangers in their winter cloaks were eating dry food in the snow, while the other was lying on the edge of the slope, pulling out an old-fashioned telescope and looking down at the village.

"Solomon, you should have something to eat." The man sitting in the snow pit walked slowly, his throat as if it had been grilled with charcoal. The voice was shriveled and hoarse, lifeless.

Solomon, who was wearing a top hat, let out a "hmm", continued to observe the group of mercenaries below who were similar to the mercenaries who killed good and risked their skills, and slowly shook his head before he said for a long time: "Night bat, is there really a werewolf here?" ”

The night bat looked up and looked around: "There are no obvious traces, no footprints, no hairs left." Judging from the corpses, it should be the beasts, you must know that it is different now than a hundred years ago, werewolves have learned to be smart, and the werewolves here are different from those in the depths of Europe, they know how to protect themselves. That's why, for hundreds of years, there were few rumors of werewolves on this continent, but in Europe they were all over the place. ”

The night bat took off his ear cap, white smoke was hot above his head, and there was only a ring of hair on his head. It wasn't bald, but it had been burned by something, which caused it to no longer grow hair, which looked horrible and the night bat's face was covered in scars, scratches in addition to the scars - it was enough that he had fought the monster more than once, but he always prevailed.

Solomon turned to look at the night bat, sat down, and checked the two Smith & Wesson 686 pistols on his waist, as well as the ring of rapid ammunition feeders around his waist, which were filled with special silver bullets, which were different from ordinary silver bullets, and contained a venom from the African continent, which could paralyze the werewolf's nervous system, and at worst could make the other party blind in ten seconds.

"Solomon, there aren't many hunters left, and even then, they still need people to lead, and it's been 15 years since I rescued you from the werewolves in Chicago, right?" Nightbat ate spoonfuls of unknown food, looking at very disgusting food, drooling, mucus dripping all over his crotch, but he didn't care.

Solomon nodded, and then he remembered that he used to be just an ordinary security guard in Chicago, and during a warehouse patrol he spotted a werewolf, was seriously injured by a werewolf, and the night bat that followed the werewolf rescued him, shot the werewolf, and saved him in the way of a hunter - let him drink the werewolf's blood!

This is the way for the hunters to join the gang, and it is also the fastest way for ordinary people to improve their physique, if you can bear it, then you can become a member of the hunters, you can accept the following training, if you can't bear it, it is equivalent to extinguishing the mouth.

The sequelae are that the hair on the body will become thicker and harder, and the skin on the face will become hard, which looks terrifying, so they don't easily appear in front of the public's field of vision on weekdays, and even if they have to appear, they are wearing masks or other disguises to cover their terrifying faces.

Of course, werewolf blood will also make them stronger - this ancient tradition is unknown from what age it came from, even the night bats, who are now the Hunter Watch Elders, have forgotten that they have left few clear records, only how many werewolves were slaughtered in what era and where.

However, the night bat hates to keep track of this kind of thing, because half a lifetime of hunting has made him realize that werewolves and other monsters cannot be killed at all, and their reproductive ability is more terrible than the plague.

"Well, it's been 15 years, it seems to be." Solomon nodded, he never took off his mask except to wash, while the night bats never seemed to wash, which made Solomon feel a little disgusted from time to time.

"Have you ever wanted to go home and see? If I'm not mistaken, you have a wife and two children, both children. The night bat laughed, sounding like a mockery.

Solomon shook his head: "There is no need, she must take the children to remarry, I have chosen this path, I must go." ”

"No, it's not that you chose the hunter, it's the hunter who chose you, that's all doomed." After the night bat finished eating, he scrubbed the lunch box with snow, "I inquired for you, your wife and children are very good, healthy and happy, and the children seem to have forgotten about you." ”

Solomon's face twitched, and he did not speak.

"Solomon, that's a good thing." Nightbat laughed, "We shouldn't be remembered, understand?" Familiar people remember us, not only for our suffering, but also for theirs, are we righteous? I don't know, it's just following the old tradition, it's different now than a hundred years ago, when our goal was to kill all the werewolves, and now, our goal is to kill all the werewolves who hurt people, and the rest has nothing to do with us. ”

As he spoke, the Night Bat took out a bag of food and gave it to Solomon, motioning for him to eat as much as he could, while he lay on his side and watched below, judging by experience, the werewolves would not leave so quickly, and they must have chosen to carry out mass killing in one place, there must be a special reason.

Night finally fell, and all three forces remained in their own territories, Tang Shuxing and Gromov waited in the cave, waiting for the moon to be obscured by dark clouds, and the bright snow no longer reflected the moonlight; The hunters waited for the werewolves to return, and the mercenaries, unaware of what was going to happen, took pictures and buried the corpses, and then gathered in the tavern, drinking and singing.

There weren't many people in the village, and the dead bodies were only 57 people, four of whom were station workers, and three of whom had guns, but all of them were old-fashioned AK47 rifles.

In the tavern, the leader of the mercenaries sat there to settle the accounts, and the corpses could only bring them less than $10,000 in income, which was not enough for them to spend on this trip, and the team he led, in addition to a small number of retired soldiers, there were also civilian gun enthusiasts, criminals and hunters, all of whom came with the mentality of making a windfall.

Originally, he planned to take a walk around the Eastern Front and pick up the lone Eastern Front militants to kill, but now, they have to go deep into the front line, and at the same time look forward to not encountering a large-scale enemy, if they do, they can only disguise themselves as mercenaries of the civilian armed forces on the Eastern Front.

"! We've got to leave early tomorrow morning! The leader chewed on the sausage, took a long sip of beer, and gave a loud burp, "I'm going to sleep for a while." ”

Just as the leader got up and left the table to go to the room at the back of the tavern, the tavern door was pushed open, no, someone kicked it open, and a man who looked like a big Russian man appeared in the door with a dead goat in tow, looked around, then threw the goat at the bar, took off his gloves, took the beer directly from one of the mercenaries, drank it all, and then smiled at the man, put the cup on the bar, pointed to the sheep and said, "Roasted." ”

The five mercenaries in the bar were stunned, but the leader grabbed the radio and asked the four men who were guarding outside, but the four did not respond.

At the same time, in the warehouse next to the tavern, the four walkie-talkies that were thrown in the corner kept coming from the leader's call, and the four mercenaries were doing that around a wild woman, they never expected that in this poor and remote place, there would be such a wild and charming and active woman, and bluntly said that they hoped that the four of them would go together.

The four of them surrounded the woman, looking at each other as they moved, and they all thought that their luck tonight was too good. And the woman lay there, looking at the four mercenaries around her with a smile, and kept saying, "Okay, next!" Come! Baby! ”

At this time, in the dark corner, there was another young man who was weaker and dressed like several mercenaries, but in the darkness his eyes were still dark red, the man was half-squatting there and watched the behavior of the woman and the four mercenaries, and from time to time he would see the woman winking at him from the crotch of one of the mercenaries.