Today's battle may have been a thrilling battle for others, and if they were not careful, they would have lost their lives.

Even Zhang Wei, Barron and others, who have experienced a hundred battles, did not perform easily.

Although it is a job of licking blood on the tip of a knife, no one wants to dance on the tip of a knife every day.

In the whole team, except for Ding Xiu.

A hearty battle didn't make him half afraid, and there was only the blood that slowly burned, just like fighting chicken blood, very excited,

It's been more than ten years since he came to this world, and he has been holding back for more than ten years.

Why has his kung fu slowly fallen over the years, and he is not as diligent and assiduous as before?

The reason is very simple, what can you do if you practice, you can neither fight nor kill, one dozen is a crime, and one kill is a prison bottom.

So practice it from time to time as a recreational activity to strengthen your body.

But today's battle suddenly hooked his blood, the bullet hit the enemy's eyebrows, and his subordinates reaped the pleasure of another human life, bringing his extinguished martial arts heart back to life.

Ding Xiu knew that maybe in this life, he would have this opportunity to vent.

Miss today, never again.

That's why he came along.

Even if the road ahead is dangerous, it can be fatal.

To use an inappropriate analogy, it is the same as an old bachelor who has been holding back for 80 years and meets a female ghost who seduces him at night.

I know that there is danger, but I will do it without hesitation.

Either the female ghost squeezes him dry, or he shakes the female ghost away.

Zhang Wei said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiu, you shouldn't come." ”

"What, I'm afraid I'll be holding back, why don't you get out of the car and let's practice alone?"

Zhang Wei was silent.

Of course he didn't mean that, if he didn't use weapons, Ding Xiu could beat him ten.

But on the battlefield, it's not the fists that have the final say, these days, who still plays close-quarters, just like today, the exchange of fire between the two sides is separated by hundreds of meters at the farthest distance.

With just a pair of fists, what do you fight?

To put it mildly, give Zhang Wei a gun, he can shoot ten Tysons, one for each shot.

Ding Xiu's strength is true, but it is difficult to say how it is on the battlefield, the two have never competed, they can't compete, and they can't practice with one gun at a time.

"This brother is right, Brother Xiu, in fact, you don't need to come." Barron spoke much more directly: "If there are three longs and two shorts, it will be an international event, the kind that will cause a global sensation." ”

"In the future, you have to go down in history, and when people around the world listen to your story, they have to say a bull criticism."

As he spoke, Barron himself laughed.

If Ding Xiu dies here, 100% of the newspapers will be published, Nima, the famous movie star is a mercenary, and he will be killed in the drug lord's lair with one shot.

Isn't this news more sensational than Transformers?

"What, you want to practice with me too?" Ding Xiu put the pistol away, raised his gaze, and met Barron's eyes in the rearview mirror of the car.

Looking at each other, Barron's heart was empty, and he covered with a smile: "I'm not your opponent, if you want to go, go there." ”

has been in the industry for more than ten years, and there are more lives under Barron's gun, not to mention hundreds of people, dozens of lives.

Danding Xiu's indifferent, indifferent and cold eyes, he had only seen it once.

It was a dark flower he picked up three years ago, and the target was a gang leader with a brutal personality, a penchant for torture and killing, and a lot of lives under his command.

The target character is not strong, and he was stabbed in the throat in less than three moves.

But the momentum is indeed ridiculously powerful, and that kind of look is a ruthless stubble that kills countless people at a glance and treats human life like a mustard.

Ding Xiu's expression at the moment was similar to that murderous gang leader, no, more fierce than that.

Some people kill too many people, their minds become distorted, their behavior is strange, and their spirit is more or less problematic.

Ding Xiu is different, it is killing and killing numb, and there is no emotion.

If he hadn't known that he was filming, Barron would have thought that he had met his peers.

"Boss, what kind of way is your brother, so wild?" Barron's teammate asked curiously.

He stayed abroad all the year round and didn't know Ding Xiu.

But he knows his own boss, whether it is marksmanship or skills, he is the top in their company, and even the boss can't beat the person is still so young, so he has to be curious.

"Don't ask, concentrate on driving." Barron leaned back, turned his head and said solemnly, "I'll talk about the process." ”

"Next, let's not be called by name, I'm number one, and the fox is number two." The fox was the teammate who was driving, and Barron continued to say to Zhang Wei: "You are number three. ”

"You're number four, number five, number six, you're number seven."

The seventh is Ding Xiu.

"When we arrived at the place, Two, Three, Seven and I lurked into the house to assassinate the target, and Four, Five, and Six were in charge of cover."

"No way!"

"No problem!"

Zhang Wei and Ding Xiu spoke almost at the same time.

Zhang Wei didn't agree with Ding Xiu to take the risk, but Ding Xiu didn't care, the more people, the more excited he was.

If it weren't for the fact that the hot weapons in modern society are too strong, he would have been able to kill through the gate alone in such a small scene.

Barron's eyes were cloudy: "Why don't you two discuss it first, who will have the final say?" ”

"Me!" Ding Xiu's words were concise and to the point.

Barron glanced at Zhang Wei and saw that he didn't speak, so he said, "Then it's decided, I'll stop the car and touch it while it's dark." ”

"We have a few packs of equipment hidden over there, and I'll distribute weapons according to each person's position."

When Barron and the others arrived in the town, it was already night.

Park the car outside the town, dig up the pre-hidden equipment, and Barron distributes weapons to the crowd.

A couple of assault rifles were given to a couple of people on the periphery, and a couple of grenades were returned.

The few people in charge of the assassination were lightly armed, because they had to be lurking and couldn't be too ostentatious, with two pistols and three magazines per person.

Fifteen rounds per magazine, plus the pistol's own two magazines, for a total of seventy-five rounds.

Four people add up to three hundred rounds of ammunition.

If you can't kill the goal of this mission, then it's useless to bring as many weapons as you want.

Before entering the town, Barron put on a simple makeup for Ding Xiu and the others.

The top of the head is wrapped in cloth, the face is blackened, and the beard is glued, trying to match the characteristics of the locals.

When he was in the city before, Ding Xiu thought that he was already backward, but when he arrived in the town, he understood what backwardness was.

At first glance, there are not many decent buildings at all, the ground is full of simple dirt roads, and there are many houses similar to prefabricated houses on the side, and more are mud-walled houses.

The cement house is considered a luxury house here.

The local people are also dressed very plainly, and at a glance, there is only one word, poor.

Quietly, Barron took Ding Xiu and a few people to the depths of the town, which was much better than outside.

At least there are cement houses, as well as small two-storey ones, three-story ones, and even commissaries.

However, the alleys are more complicated, and there are people standing guard at many intersections.

I don't know how Barron did it, and he took a few people to the drug lord's lair.

Outside the courtyard, Ding Xiu said, "It's that simple? ”

Nima, knowing that he could touch the nest so easily, he could come over alone.

Barron rolled his eyes: "Big brother, our mercenaries only play tailwind, okay, who will do dangerous things." ”

"And are you a little overestimating these old hats, this is South Africa, a poor place, you think there will be Gatling, bazookas, sniper rifles, right?"

"And how did you overturn before?"

Barron was depressed: "Don't mention it, it's sad to plant a passing little kid." ”

Who would have thought that a teenager would stare at them and pull out a pistol to shoot.

The sound of gunfire was alarmed, followed by being hunted down.

The terrain here is complicated, which has led to heavy casualties.

(End of chapter)