Counter-Strike?

This person is a man of the army?

However, aren't almost all of the Sixth Country's regular armies replaced with military combat robots?

After Song Lan reported his identity, the security guards at the "Tombstone" bar did not continue to stop him, making way for him.

Almost as soon as I entered the door, a pungent smell of frozen meat came over, obviously it was about to enter summer, but the "tombstone" was as cold as an ice cellar, and the dim blue light rendered the atmosphere here like a morgue, plus this unlucky name, Song Lan really didn't know what kind of boss would design his bar like this.

Obviously, this is not the place to drink and have fun.

The layout of the bar is somewhat similar to that of the Gold Diggers in the 17th arrondissement, with private rooms divided into private rooms for business discussions.

At present, the atmosphere in the bar is solemn, firearms, anti-materiel weapons are displayed on the table, almost all the mercenaries gathered here are wearing body armor, looking ready to go, Song Lan soon found that most of the mercenaries in the bar have a team, only after he wandered around the hall, it is out of place with the general environment.

He wanted to quietly blend into a certain team and naturally become a member of it, but the mercenaries in the team all knew each other, and before he could get closer, the other party threw him a look of wariness and rejection.

The mercenaries of the Sixth Country were so inhospitable that isolating him, a newcomer, made his mood as cold as winter at the moment.

In good conscience, Song Lan felt that once there was an encounter, I could still help a lot.

"A lone wolf?"

The bartender came to the bar alone before seeing Mu Zhe touch his nose, and you had a slight smile in your tone, although the newcomer was wearing a hood, but I could see my mood at the moment from the eyes.

This little is special with the students who were left before the class was free to form a team.,It looks pitiful.。

"Well, you're used to being alone."

Song Lan said in a deep voice.

As long as I call myself a lone wolf, the embarrassment of being isolated by the mercenaries will chase me.

"Here, you can treat him to a drink."

The bartender outside was as cold as Ivan, you mixed two kinds of wine that Song Lan called his name together, added some orange juice, and put back two ice cubes, "Today's situation is not ordinary, everyone wants to act with someone they can trust." ”

"If you have something, you can do it by yourself."

"Ha, he's got a big heart."

The bartender also retorted to Song Lan, and after you pushed the mixed wine to the other side, "What is his name?" ”

"Why do you suddenly ask that?"

"She died in the operation that brought her up, and at most no one remembers that he came."

"Counter-Strike, that's what everyone who knows you calls you."

After leaving, Lu Xiang and I discussed our new identity setting - a member of the post-ordinary operation team, who came to enter and leave the brigade because of a case, left the city alone, and became a mercenary wandering in neutral countries.

Although Song Lan has figured out what the bartender means by now, I seem to have come at the right time.

"Counter-Strike? Okay, you got it. ”

In the middle of the conversation, the time under the screen at the top of the bar jumps to 21:00.

At that moment, the atmosphere outside the bar was even more for her sake.

The mercenary from the innermost compartment of the bar retreated, and for a moment no one's eyes looked at the deepest compartment.

In about ten minutes, the heavily armed mercenaries came out.

The leader was a gray-skinned woman who held the silver cross around her neck with my left hand, which had not yet been transformed into metal, before I looked at the message on the phone screen, and I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and put the cross to my lips.

That group of mercenaries is probably going to die.

Although Song Lan didn't know that group of people, and she also knew what task we received, according to the common routine outside the movie, it was a rather auspicious action, and it was at the same level as looking at photos of boyfriends or children after the war.

After leaving the house, the man set a death flag for his brigade.

And from the bartender's words, it is difficult to tell that the level of safety of the task is quite low.

The mercenary brigade retreated to the deepest room one after another, and everyone's expressions before coming out were more solemn, and Song Lan visually observed that more than forty percent of the mercenaries had made a move similar to setting up a flag.

It was a far cry from what I thought of as mercenary mercenaries, and I always felt that those people were not accepting a small list that would make us famous and rich overnight, but rather like they were devoting themselves to a cause as if they were dying.

We probably all know that the end of that business is death.

Nearly an hour passed, and the bar gradually emptied.

Song Lan got up and walked to the deepest room, I am now curious about what kind of cause it is, it is worth letting the mercenaries who are not in the soup go to the soup.

That mission probably has nothing to do with the rebels and the bones.

However, after I retreated from the door, there was no low figure in front of me, the other party was wearing a punk-style white jacket, and when he grinned, he showed my full mouth of gold teeth, and when Song Lan spoke, I kindly stretched out my left hand to the former, "Fortunately, he is a famous counter-striker, right?" ”

Song Lan didn't know the woman behind her eyes, and the title of Counter-Strike was probably heard by the other party when I walked out or chatted with the bartender.

"...... is he?"

"People who know you call you 'heavy artillery', and we are all members of your brigade."

The woman said with a smile.

There were eight people in that team, including myself, which was the largest among the young mercenaries.

"Yo, your nickname is 'Heavy Metal Rock', that's easy to remember, right?"

The young man who seemed to be quite familiar gestured to Song Lan with a "V", and reported a title that was even more recognizable than Counter-Strike.

"'Ghosts.'"

The man with short red hair and wearing what looked like a tight-fitting combat uniform said warmly.

Seeing this, the self-familiar young man hurriedly added, "Don't look at your usual hot and cold, you are actually super good." ”

Before your introduction, the woman who called herself "Heavy Artillery" said, "You see that he is alone, and if he wants to act with you, it is better to take care of each other with fewer people." ”

"You have an opinion."

Song Lan nodded, I am familiar with my life, and there is no local person who should be able to take care of me.

Moreover, that also proves that I didn't want this in a team.

"Great, 'Heavy Metal Rock' I'm a professional white customer, I can nervously get rid of this kind of low hand of a small building's security system, 'Ghost' is a sniper in your brigade, he can't let you cover him artificially, as for you, ......"

Speaking of this, the "heavy artillery" bent down and opened the weapon box he was carrying, and there was an anti-tank rocket launcher outside, "The enemy's vehicles will be handed over to you to deal with...... What is he good at? You don't have any weapons on his side. ”

"It's going to be a little bit."

Song Lan thought about it and said clearly.

I found that the composition of that brigade is more traditional, and I am afraid that the identity of the psionic will be similar to ours.

"Rattlesnake."

As he spoke, the Heavy Artillery handed a slightly heavy rifle to Song Lan, "This cover shooting job is troublesome to him." ”

Thank you for the 1,500 starting coins from Liyou!

Thank you for the 100 starting coins I tipped!

(End of chapter)