Chapter 15

"The dog's nose is quite smart. It's a pity that the Hound is only a dog no matter how clever it is!" There was a blonde man in a hat and overcoat sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine. His long and powerful fingers were shaking the glass with ease.

"..." on the opposite side of the sofa, there was a big black man like a rock.

doorway.

Someone rang three long and one short doorbells as a signal.

Without waiting for the reaction of the blonde man and Heida, people outside the door opened the door automatically with a key.

This is a Mediterranean old man with red nose, fat belly and invisible toes. He is a white man. In Europe and America, this kind of man can't even splash when he is thrown into the sea of people. Except for his fat, swollen and thin eyes, which sometimes shine like needles, this Mediterranean old man seems to be useless.

On the other hand, the arrogant blonde man sat up straight, put down his glass and slightly lifted his hat to salute the old Mediterranean man.

Big black rock.

Also stand up and nod to each other.

"Ha ha, dear children, let's relax. Although the noses of those hunting dogs are very sensitive, I'm a real hunter. Hahaha, even if I'm ten years old, I can't be caught. I'm Frank, known as the white fox. " The old Mediterranean man closed the door, went to the wine cabinet in the hall and poured himself a glass of whisky: "let's celebrate. We have successfully completed a bold task today and earned a commission that many mercenaries dare not even think of. Let's make them envy it!"

"Cheers, Daddy!" The blonde man held up his glass and said with a smile, "you are the best. I always believe that you are the best, father Frank."

"Feiqi, your words make me feel twenty years younger. Haha!" The Mediterranean old man, who called himself frank, drank it and looked at the big black man sitting on the sofa: "Greg, won't you have a drink?"

"No Black big shook his head: "sorry, I don't want a drop of wine until it's really safe."

"You're too nervous, son." Frank of Mediterranean hair shook his head: "you don't know, in this country, whether we white people, or you black people, in short, all foreigners are called foreigners by them in awe. And as foreigners, we all enjoy privileges, the highest and the best privileges, understand? In this country, you'll find that it's safer than anywhere in the world, or even your home! "

"Forgive him, father frank, Greg. He's just two years old." The arrogant blond man raised his glass with a smile: "if he can't pee his pants like those rookies, it's good enough. You can't ask him for more!"

"..." big black sat like a rock, not arguing at all.

"Dear Greg, I'm very optimistic about you. Although you've only been on the market for only two years, you have a strong body like a rhinoceros and a keen sense of smell like a hyena, which are enough to make you a powerful and daunting mercenary. Most importantly, you have a heart as wary as a rat. This is a special talent that ordinary mercenaries can't train. I dare say that it would be a terrible thing for anyone to be your enemy. " Old Frank, who is known as the white fox, poured himself another glass of wine and raised his glass to big black as he drank: "my child, in any corner of the world, whether it's Europe or Africa, or in the Middle East, where scuffles are going on all day long, it's very necessary to be vigilant. This is the basic rule for our mercenaries to survive, but, Here, it's totally different. It's the safest place in the world! "

"That's right, daddy. It's as safe as heaven!" The blonde man laughed wildly: "if it wasn't for our mission today, can you imagine that this city has never had a street shooting in ten years? I feel that people here are easier to shoot than targets! The people here have never experienced war, and the peaceful life has worn away all their vigilance. In a word, the people here lack the sense of crisis, even the children in Africa are not as good as them. "

"If I retire that day, I will live here." Old Frank shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really feel safe until I live here. Let's have a drink, my child. For a mercenary who licks blood on the blade every day, this city, no, this country is so beautiful

"Cheers The blonde man drank it with delight.

"I always have a feeling that the first shot in the day didn't hit the target." Black big one forced to frown: "I saw a man jump up in the inverted mirror, jump in the air."

"So I fired another shot." "Please don't doubt my proudest shot, thank you," the blonde man said

"I mean that reaction, it's not something ordinary people can have." There was a big silence.

Because.

He found himself unable to convince his companions.

"You are also very talented, Fitch. You are my best successor. The 0.4 second shot record is only a little slower than that of me." Frank White fox said with a smile: "when those old and stubborn cowboys are dead, I find that fast shooters are almost extinct in this era."

"There are still some fast shooters, and even those who use fists have not been eliminated, have they?" The blonde man looked at big black's hands when he spoke, and his eyes were full of mockery.

Then, with Frank of Mediterranean hairstyle, he burst out laughing.

Just when they were most satisfied with their smile, the big black man suddenly opened his eyes, because he found that there was a shadow on the balcony. The shadow stayed there quietly for a long time.

The black man jumped up and rushed to the balcony outside the hall like a tank running over the enemy.

The fist breaks the space.

With the sound of the dull wind, we shot forward.

But the killing fist that can knock the bison to the ground stops instantly.

The shadow casually held out his hand and lightly blocked the black big one's all-out attack.

Hei Dage's face was full of fear. He knew how powerful he was and how powerful his fist was. However, the brute force iron fist, which can directly explode the human head, not only blocks the enemy's hand, but also transmits the feeling of the fist back, which is a chilling pain.

Even if it's on the iron wall.

There won't be the pain of completely breaking bones

DANGER!

Heida quickly retreated, but before he could move, he found that the enemy's feet had reached his own face.

Faster than when the charge came, the black big guy soared into the air and fell into the hall like a meteor. He rowed more than ten meters, hit the wall heavily, and then rebounded to the ground. Blood, teeth and various pieces of skin and meat were scattered all over the floor.

"Dear Greg, the age of fists is over. It's the age of guns." Feiqi, a blonde man, still holds his right hand with a wine glass. His left hand, which was originally inserted in his pocket, suddenly turns into a pistol. The muzzle with a muffler points to the shadow of the balcony and spits out some fireworks: "look at my correct demonstration!"

Take it!

See shadow's head lightly a slant, originally aim at the bullet of eyebrow center to brush hair silk to fly past.

Missed? Feiqi, a blonde man, had a familiar sense of failure. He pressed down the muzzle of the gun and fired another shot quickly.

It's a hit this time.

Right in the heart.

Ding!

A little spark.

The shadow of the shot, as if nothing had happened, still strode forward.

"Damn it, he had a steel plate in his chest." Feiqi, the blonde, cried out. On the other hand, old Frank, with Mediterranean hairstyle, has sharper eyes than a sharp needle. He was half drunk. He threw away his glass, which was still in the air, but his hands were less than half a second. He had held two shots from his waist: "Chinese Kung Fu!"

Just as he raised his hand to shoot forward, the shadow disappeared and flashed behind him in the blink of an eye.

Hands in white gloves.

Come out from behind.

Holding down Frank's head with Mediterranean hairstyle: "right answer, but no prize!"

The next second, the old man who claimed to be a white fox, a good Mediterranean baldness, turned around. Face back, back of head in front. His eyes are bulging. I believe he has never opened so much in his life. The enemy is right in front of him, but he can't see any more. There was endless fear in the stagnant pupil, just like the blonde Fitch now.

"My God, my God!"

Feiqi, a blonde man, rushes madly to the gate. Without waiting for him to take a step, he is surprised to find that his fallen companion Greg is ahead of him.

The shadow disappeared again. When he appeared again, the smoke flashed in front of the door that big black Greg almost touched, as if he had been standing there in the beginning. Big black Greg's body was bent and twisted like a boa constrictor. He leaned back, fell hard on the floor and rolled back at the same time. Feiqi, a golden haired man without this talent, was terrified to find that his body was driven by inertia and had no time to react. He rushed to the front of his body, and then his neckline was tight. His whole body was carried away by the shadow. In his ear, a voice like death sounded: "I hate people pointing guns at me!"

"Ah

What I want to shout may be to spare my life, or to hell

Feiqi felt that before he could express his meaning, he had a huge force to turn himself upside down. In the dark, the whole consciousness was drowned by the pain of a broken head.

When he falls on the floor, Greg finds that his former handsome companion, Fitch, has only half a face left.

Half a head, to be exact.

The other half has turned into countless flesh and blood scum. In the strange red and white intersection of blood and brain, a fierce protruding eye with boundless horror was staring at himself in his own eyes.

If, life has a chance to choose again.

Greg swears.

In his life, he will never step into the safest country in the world that father Frank said! Civilians in this country do not have guns; Many people, indeed, regard foreigners as people of the same kind, both respectful and fearful. However, this seemingly harmless country has countless mysteries, just like the God of death who came out of nowhere tonight!