Before the commotion attracted the local PMC on duty, Long Yue and others had already sneaked back to the safe house with the warthog. As we said before, the local PMC garrison only knew two things - collecting money and counting money. If it weren't for this

The density of gunfire nearby almost caught up with the sound of Chinese New Year cannons, so they didn't want to cause trouble. Of course, they were still late. When they arrived, only empty villas and houses were left on the scene.

There were scattered corpses, two of which were burned beyond recognition.

Long Yue and the others came to the safe house. The location of this safe house seemed to be hidden in the city. It was located in a relatively prosperous residential area in the Yellow District. This was a community and the number of people was considered to be the same in the Yellow District.

There are quite a few, but the other configurations are very "yellow zone style". The surveillance cameras are basically shut down, and the security guards in the community gather together in small groups to play cards and chess. Looking at that focused look, it's a nuclear bomb outside.

The explosion probably wouldn't disturb them. Although Long Yue and the others were guarding the warthog, they just stared at him to prevent him from running away. It was not as exaggerated as shackles and shackles, so naturally it was not that eye-catching. The four of them

I entered the safe house safely.

This safe house is a renovated ordinary apartment. Two 150-square-meter apartments were turned into one. The nearly 300-square-meter room can be used without any problems. It is also equipped with a slightly crude infirmary.

, and what is more important in this mission, a cell that can be temporarily detained. Long Yue knocked on the door four times, two long and two short. After waiting for a moment, the door opened. M99 poked his head out and looked around.

Four people at the door.

"Where are you from? Go, go, go, I don't know you." M99 chased people away seriously.

"Go, go, go." Long Yue opened the door and kicked the warthog in: "Lock it up, let it rest for now, I'll ask something tomorrow. Now...I

Let's take a rest first." After saying that, he yawned and went inside, casually greeted AK12 and FAL, and entered the dormitory alone.

"Old salty fish is tired too." M99 took the warthog and walked to the cell, pushed him in and locked it: "It looks like we did a lot of work this time."

"Life is not easy." SCAR also threw himself on the sofa. Although the three of them spent most of the time squatting and there was no danger, the waiting time was quite painful. No one knows how long the warthog will be.

When you run out, your nerves have to be tensed at any time, which is much more painful than fighting people head-on. Ambush is a tactic that makes the opponent and teammates suffer equally, just like the old-time eagle, whoever is more patient comes first

If you run out of money, someone will make a mistake.

"Are you tired?" AK12 handed over a glass of water, and SCAR took two sips and took a deep breath.

"Fortunately. All the difficult tasks were taken care of by the captain, we just acted as helpers."

"I have to say, this tactic is really scheming." M99 couldn't help but laugh: "The people on the other side were scared to death."

"That's true." FAL nodded: "The enemy on the other side is not a regular army. It will definitely disperse after losing more than half of it. But we didn't kill many in total. The ones who broke up on the opposite side were more likely to be scared away."

"That's it." M99 raised its head and said, "Don't even look at what kind of weapon we are using." The anti-material rifle originally used to hit armored vehicles was used to point at people. This kind of oppression is not something ordinary people can bear.

"Young poor man." SCAR tapped M99's head with his middle finger: "If you use some small-caliber weapons, we can kill the brown bear and sneak in. There is no need to go to such trouble."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault." M99 clasped his hands together, looking like he was admitting his mistake humbly, but everyone also knew that he meant it: he was admitting his mistake humbly and refused to repent. It is not impossible for her to give up the large-caliber, but just like

As she herself said, a sniper who loses the advantage of equipment proficiency will not end well in every sense.

"But then again, Sister SCAR." M4 pointed to Long Yue's room: "You also heard that the boss and the brown bear know each other. Maybe the relationship was very good before. Are you really sure that the boss is here?"

Do you need to kill the brown bear with your hands?"

Not only was SCAR silent at this question, but everyone also stopped talking. SCAR was silent because the problem with M4 was quite tricky, while others were shocked speechless by the news.

"Huh? M4, are you serious? What kind of bloody plot is this?" FAL asked with a shocked look on his face.

"That's true." M4 shrugged pretending to be profound: "I'm also surprised."

"What happened in the end? Did anyone die?" AK12 asked.

"No. The captain knocked him down and took the warthog away without touching him," SCAR said.

"Then...is there no problem with this? For example, he brought a group of people to the door to rob people, etc..." M99 was weak now. If she was given enough distance and first advantage, she would definitely be worthy of any opponent.

, she is still very confident in her marksmanship, but it is different if she is a killer. After these two advantages are eliminated, she is just a trained PMC, and she does not have weapons and equipment suitable for indoor combat. Normally,

There are also 79 who can help her keep an eye on things, but in this situation, everyone has too much time to take care of themselves, and whether they can take care of her is a matter of debate.

"Probably not. I have some confidence in the captain." SCAR comforted: "It's almost o'clock. It will be a bit strange to keep the lights on. Turn off the lights and go to bed."

Everyone nodded in agreement and went back to their rooms. There were quite a lot of people who could live here, and it was spacious enough for a standard-sized team. It wouldn't be a problem to squeeze in two people. 141 is still worse than a normal team.

There was no problem with the person. But as usual, Long Yue was driven into a room alone. Everyone else went back to the room, but SCAR walked to Long Yue's room in the corner and tapped the door lightly with his fingers.

Down.

"It's not locked." Long Yue's voice came from inside. SCAR pushed the door in and almost got smoked out again. The small room was filled with smoke, and those who didn't know thought it was a fire. SCAR was fanning his hands.

, looking at the smoke.asxs. - a camp bed, Long Yue was lying on it, with a burning cigarette in his mouth.

"The fight is over, now you start thinking about life?" SCAR walked to the window and opened it to let the smoke drift out, otherwise the police upstairs would be called after a while.

"Yes, yes, think about the three ultimate questions." Long Yue held the back of his head with his hands, staring at the ceiling, and said slightly vaguely.

"How long will it take you to become a philosopher again?" SCAR glanced at him, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"It started from the moment I attacked my brother." Long Yue took down the half-burned cigarette and threw it into the ashtray beside him.

"Are you... classmates? In the same dormitory?" SCAR asked tentatively.

"Yes, that's right." Long Yue nodded, there was nothing to hide, most of it was said by himself.

"Do you regret it?"

"A...a little bit." Long Yue said with some difficulty. How likely this was to be true, and only he knew it. Although he didn't hurt the brown bear, it was quite a big deal if he captured his boss.

Having cut off the financial resources of this group of people, mercenaries and bodyguards without an employer will starve to death on the streets sooner or later. Although he can be hired everywhere with his ability, he will be without a source of income for a long time.

, you also have to work hard to build a good relationship with the new boss. If you meet someone with whom you have a grudge, it might cause some problems.

SCAR rolled his eyes, pulled Long Yue up from the bed, asked him to sit on the bed, and patted his cheek: "Your mental activity is like an old lady. How come you learned to grind after a mission?"

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"Only in front of you, pretentious skills are of no use at all." Long Yue smiled and shook his head, staring at SCAR with slightly squinted eyes.

"But it doesn't mean it's useless to others." SCAR also stared back: "You are the captain, and your emotions will greatly affect morale. No matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to hold it back. This is yours.

Responsibility." Her voice was not loud, but it hit Long Yue's eardrums like a heavy hammer. Long Yue looked at her face carefully, but could not see any trace of the bionic person on it.

"You're right." Long Yue nodded slightly: "We...are just here to make money. Sorry, I have to ask you to explain again."

"Don't worry."

"The last question..." Long Yue hesitated a little and said, "Do you think these troubles will be over after a while?"

SCAR smiled bitterly and shook his head: "For people during the war, everything will be different when the war is over, but many people failed to wait until the war is over, and the same is true for us."

"You mean...when the war is over?" Long Yue frowned: "But there is no war now? Isn't it quite harmonious?"

"You are wrong on two points. First, we are at war now. Small scale does not mean that no one will die. The three of us killed five people today, didn't we?" SCAR stretched out an index finger.

The more I couldn't help it, I dug the fingers of my right hand into the palm of my hand.

"Second point." SCAR extended his middle finger: "We are not human beings. There is no point in waiting for the war to end. Even if it ends, our end will not be much better. You are much better than us at this point.

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Long Yue was stunned. He didn't think so much at all. An inexperienced military academy student who came here just to make money, how could he be the opponent of these politicians when it came to conspiracies and intrigues?

"Is this...what you think of yourself?" Long Yue shook his head, looking in disbelief: "You really don't look like a bionic person anymore."

"No, this is what the former captain said. It's just that she is also a bionic. Have a good rest and won't disturb her."
Chapter completed!