"Dean, I'm sorry, I thought you were a little too cruel." Lawrence's face was full of guilt, and the two pieces of horizontal flesh on his face also shrugged up.

Dean shrugged, "Don't do that, Lawrence, we're brothers!" ”

"Yes!"

Lawrence nodded heavily: "We will be brothers for life!" ”

...

A small boat that absconded at night.

A group of gunmen who had just completed a number of massacres threw their masks and pistols into the sulfuric acid barrels on the ship, eating the food prepared in advance while checking the condition of their companions.

I don't know why.

Almost all of them's faces were a little pale.

This whiteness is different from their skin color, but the kind of whiteness that has lost its blood color.

Finish eating.

Cigarettes were handed out.

Long.

A capable old man who looked to be fifty years old sighed: "I just thought that we were going to be killed by that butcher-like employer, but fortunately I thought too much, and this time I got the commission, and I was going to spend the rest of my life in a small country on the eastern side." ”

He rarely divulges information about himself.

But in this operation, although the tall employer did not show hostility to them, the other party's terrifying marksmanship and cold tone gave him a lot of psychological pressure on the veteran.

The old man wanted to calm his mood again by speaking.

How do you know.

As soon as he spoke, the rest of the people couldn't help but talk about their feelings.

"I just kept touching the gun, and I don't know why, when the guy's gaze swept me, I couldn't help but think of the way the beast looked at me when I was a kid when I was pounced on by a North American gray wolf."

There were also people who were far away from Dean and chuckled disdainfully, "Hey, guys, are you guys talking about a joke?" It's all flesh and blood, I'm afraid of a fart, and that guy is not ready to take back the guns on us, which means that he didn't think about killing his mouth at all, you guys are actually worried, tsk~"

The two sides began to argue.

Suddenly.

The old man's ears twitched slightly.

He seemed to hear a trace of uneasiness in the whistling sea breeze.

"Shut up!"

He stood up abruptly and shouted at the crowd.

The arguing crowd was a little confused by his actions, and couldn't help but look at this old man in his fifties.

The old man ignored the fierce and unkind gazes of these people, and lay directly on the plank, and then his pupils contracted violently, and his body jumped up and threw himself towards the sea.

The next moment.

Bang~

A horrific explosion exploded across the sea, tearing apart the hull and the gunners who did not react.

The old man was in the air, and suddenly remembered the way the tall man looked at them when he put them on the boat: cold, unwavering, as if he were looking at a group of corpses.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The next moment, orange-red flames exploded, tearing him apart and devouring him...