"Do you know what trouble you got into?" In the station apartment of 141, Wayne stood in the hall waving his arms and kept roaring.

"Is it just a beating of that thing? What can I do?" Long Yue sat on the sofa. There was an oilcloth and a piece of gun parts on the coffee table in front of him. He was cleaning the gun. The other people in 141 also

He was so busy with his work that he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Isn't it?!" Wayne's voice rose an octave: "That's a VIP! Do you know the consequences of touching him?"

"..."

"Let me tell you, Alpha's credit rating will drop, you will bring a series of property losses to the company, and you and your team will be blacklisted by all customers in the future.

You can't even take a small order!" Wayne slapped the table, causing all the parts on the table to jump up.

"It doesn't hurt to stand and talk. If you were there, you would make the same choice as me." Long Yue blew on the parts in his hand and said.

"I'd be surprised if you weren't a PMC. If you don't pay attention to your mission, why should you care about the civilians? Can they give you money?"

"I don't really care whether he crushed four or five civilians to death. Their life or death has nothing to do with me."

"Then you still..."

"But he shouldn't point a gun at my comrades!" Long Yue suddenly slapped the soft-bristled brush on the table and roared. The wooden handle of the soft-bristled brush broke into two pieces. The sound shocked Wayne.

Bewildered for a while.

"..." Wayne stopped talking and stood up for his teammates. Although this reason is not convincing, it is a reasonable thing. Professional PMC is a profession that licks blood, and teammates must be people who can be handed over.

, if he can't even protect his teammates, then the captain doesn't have to do it anymore. Although Long Yue's behavior was outrageous, Wayne couldn't find anything to say to reprimand him for the moment. He just did what a captain should do.

"But you... were too cruel. There's no way to explain it." Wayne sighed.

"I don't want to either. His body is too brittle."

Seeing Long Yue's nonchalant look, Wayne felt a little angry again: "Four broken ribs, broken cheek, fractured left arm and dislocated right arm, large area of ​​soft tissue contusion on the waist. Tell me you are

accidentally?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. I just greeted him a few times. I don't know what happened next. You can ask others." Long Yue made a stop gesture and pointed at the others.

Wayne looked up and saw that everyone except SCAR was staying here. M4 was sitting on the side rubbing the screen of his mobile phone. FAL was flipping through a magazine absentmindedly, but his eyes drifted over from time to time; M99 and 79 were on the side.

He was playing games in his room, and AK12 locked himself back in the room again, not knowing what he was doing.

"Which of you did it? Tell me, and I will try my best to deal with it lightly." Wayne took a breath and said slowly.

"No, he hit himself." The M4's understatement made the corner of Wayne's mouth twitch.

"Yes, yes, he beat himself. We couldn't stop him." M99 didn't know what he heard and poked his head out of the room, with a pair of headphones hanging around his neck.

"Go, go, go!" Wayne realized that he was already getting angry, so he picked up the water bottle on the table and took two sips, and then he regained his breath.

"Actually, I don't think you need to be so nervous." Long Yue said slowly after seeing Wayne's anger soften a little.

"It's not necessary? The superiors have already begun to hold me accountable. If it was really unnecessary, why would I still be here with you for so long?" Wayne, who had just calmed down, was a little over the top again. Can he be stable as a semi-professional PMC?

To live until retirement (even though it is only half a year), calmness and skill are absolutely necessary conditions. But today Wayne felt that he was very irritable, and the calmness gained from long-term training seemed to have left him.

"I'm serious. If your guess is correct, someone will call you soon and tell you that the accountability process has been cancelled, and everything will continue as usual." The movements in Long Yue's hand also became faster, and the HK416 was also in his hands.

The hand gradually returns to its original shape.

"So sure? If you guess wrong, do you know what the consequences will be?" Wayne frowned. Long Yue's tone was so firm that he had to start doubting his own judgment.

"It's just being kicked out. What can I do? It's not the first time." Long Yue's hand also stopped, and the HK416 returned to its original state. Compared with the original, it also had a vertical grip and combination.

Type sight.

"You..." Wayne shook his head: "How can it be so simple? 141 is the team that is going to be cancelled. If there is no captain, you understand the consequences."

Long Yue's hand that was about to pull the gun paused for a moment. He could probably guess what the result would be. These androids already had some sense of belonging to the team, and it would take some time for them to integrate into another team. However,

PMC's tasks are mostly close encounters and require teamwork. It is quite dangerous for a person who is outside the team. Rather than spending time to wear out the previous habits and cooperation patterns, it is better to replace them with new ones quickly. And they

This kind of combat bionic man will not be converted to civilian use for safety reasons. Direct destruction is the most likely outcome.

"I trust my judgment."

"Oh...well, I'll try my best to help you fight for it, don't get too high hopes."

Wayne stood up and walked towards the door. As soon as his finger touched the door handle, a burst of melodious music suddenly sounded. Wayne was stunned and suddenly realized that the music was his phone ringtone. He looked at Long Yue strangely.

At a glance, he answered the phone.

"Hey, um, it's me... yes, I understand." Wayne's call was very brief. He was basically accepting orders. In just two sentences, he put the phone back in his pocket and sat down in Longyue.

before.

"You really didn't know about this in advance?"

"What do you know?" Long Yue was confused by this meaningless question.

"The higher authorities have canceled the accountability process for you. You guessed it right."

"Oh, about this, I really don't know, but... judging from the ending, it's not bad." Long Yue narrowed his eyes, with an expression that was just as I expected.

"I'm starting to get curious."

"It's a pity, curiosity won't bring out two more pieces of meat."

"...Then I'll leave first." Since Long Yue didn't intend to say anything, Wayne didn't mean to ask further questions. He hurriedly said goodbye and left the apartment. He also met SCAR in the stairwell who had just returned from treatment.

After saying hello, I returned to the company. They were no better than pmc. pmc could open its doors every six months, but they couldn't. They had to work every day to have food on the table.

Somewhere in the inner ring of Jiangdu District

This is a villa area. If the blue area similar to Jiangdu District is a gathering place for rich people, the villa area here is a place where only the real rich are qualified to live. These villas are timely in terms of material selection and design.

As luxurious as it is, a heated swimming pool, something that ordinary people in the Blue Zone wouldn't even dare to think about, is almost standard here. There is no earth-colored area on the ground, and each villa has a marble path for vehicle entry and exit.

Someone will come and clean it every two hours to ensure that nothing dangerous or unsightly appears. In the center of the villa area is a villa that is more luxurious than other buildings, or it is more appropriately called a castle.

, it may not be very luxurious from the outside, but if you cut open its interior, you will find that this building is not only extremely luxurious, but also extremely complex. If there are one or two teams of well-trained troops stationed here, they can resist

It is not a problem to live four or five times as many enemies as one's own, provided, of course, that there are no weapons of mass destruction. In front of one of the floor-to-ceiling windows of this building, stood a well-dressed middle-aged man in a crisp navy blue suit.

He looked very energetic. If Long Yue could recognize him here, this was the sponsor of their first mission, Felix, the Director of the Operations Division of the Security Bureau. He was currently wearing headphones and talking to someone.

"Has the matter been settled?"

"Yes, that's right." A hoarse voice came from the earphones: "But I still don't understand why you want to excuse someone who has ruined your life."

"Haha, just treat me as a casual move."

"Tsk, tsk, the director sometimes doesn't know what he's doing?"

"Sometimes, people have to learn to be smarter. Do you think he saw it?"

"It's hard to say..." The hoarse voice hesitated for a moment: "I think he already knows, and the fact that he didn't run away already speaks volumes, unless he is really that stupid."

"Look, he is a sensitive person again. Fortunately, he is not from over there, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with." Felix smiled and shook his head.

"It's impossible. His family has no background, so he will definitely not be able to enter the parliament."

"That's good. Oh, by the way, let's get rid of that annoying thing before starting the next plan. It's really hard for him to come back from the yellow zone." There was a trace of disgust on Felix's face.

It's like suddenly smelling something you shouldn't.
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