"Help me work for two years, and after two years I will help you get an identity." The left hand holding the stabbing dagger moved back, and finally put the stabbing dagger at his ankle. His original dagger was used to deal with that scumbag servant last time.
Bing Shi didn't take it back, and he still lacked a good melee weapon. This edged stabbing dagger was good, and Qian Mo calmly took it for himself.
It was originally said to be one year, but that was during the peaceful negotiation between the two. Now, the second master Pirates is just the prey that Qian Mo has already obtained.
When the second master saw Qian Mo retracting the dagger, he took a step back to keep himself away from him. However, he was not smart enough to pick up the box gun on the table to resist.
"I am now a wanted criminal in the country." The second master said plainly that he just can't see the light of day. He doesn't understand what he can do to help this young man.
"There is a kind of surgery in this world called plastic surgery, and there is a kind of ID called legal fake ID." Qian Mo glanced at another man in the room: "I think you guys know each other."
Qian Mo's sudden words made both the second master and the man startled, with incredible eyes.
"You should have a cooperative relationship. To put it bluntly, you gave him some money and asked him to give you a place to stay, but you didn't expect that you would be blocked. In the end, you had to break in here and kill his yellow dog by the way."
Qian Mo ignored their shocked looks and narrated lightly.
Just as Qian Mo said, the Second Master Thief decided on a place to stay when he visited last time, and the destination was this man's home, so the man just let the Second Master Thief blow out the kerosene lamp without any resistance.
Cooperating with him, he acted out a scene of being kidnapped.
"Life is not easy for everyone. It's not as easy for this boy to make money as it is for people in the city. Three to five thousand is his annual income, so don't make things difficult for him." This young boy is so observant that the second master doesn't hide anything.
Qian Mo nodded, he didn't have enough time to take care of these matters, and the other party was **Hu. Since the second master of Pirates can be trusted, it seems that this family's confidentiality is not bad.
"How do you think about it?" Qian Mo returned to his own goals and looked at the second master: "While working for me, your life will still be in danger."
The second thief is funny. What a desperado can do is not life-threatening? But Qian Mo said it in advance, which makes people feel comfortable.
"Little boy, if I don't agree, I think you will just stab me with a dagger! Anyway, I have already stepped on the tomb with my foot in the tomb, and I am still afraid of dying!" The second master thief sat on the stool and took something out of his pocket.
A stack of money, which looked to be about ten thousand, was handed to the man in the village who had been standing: "My nephew, this is your hush money. If this matter is revealed, you will lose your life and spend this money!"
"Don't worry, Grandpa, I won't tell anyone about this." The man's voice was a bit shaky, which made people feel solid and trustworthy.
The second master thief did this for his own good, and also for the good of the simple men in the village. If the second master thief guessed correctly, if he did not agree, the young boy would definitely kill him, and the man in the village who heard the conversation
Can't keep it either
Qian Mo took out a piece of paper and a pen from his military bag, wrote a number and address on the paper, and handed it to the second master: "Go here, contact this number, and someone will settle you. During this period,
Don’t show your face in Hong Kong City, I will look for you after a while.”
The Second Master Thief took it and put it away close to him. The other party was relieved to let him leave just like that. The Second Master Thief would not be a person who broke his word.
Qian Mo finally looked at the man in the village. Without saying a word, he picked up the box gun on the table and shot one in his abdomen and one in his left arm in front of him!
'Pa!' 'Pa!' Two gunshots rang out, immediately disturbing the quiet mountain village. Dogs barked everywhere, and every household lit their own kerosene lamps. At this time, the second master thief had already left the village entrance. Even if he heard
Hearing the two gunshots, he didn't look back.
…
During this five-day and four-night mission of hunting targets, six criminal suspects were killed, one of the criminal masterminds was absconding, and a large number of precious cultural relics were recovered. No one from the 853rd Division died, except one.
Players were hit twice
When Qian Mo was sent to the medical department at the station, his face was extremely pale. The shot in his left hand was not serious, but the shot in the chest was a little off and could have killed him. Qian Mo also thought of his words, so
The night was too dark, and the opponent took the villagers as hostages. In the end, they had no time to dodge the bullets, allowing the opponent to escape in the dark. Fortunately, the bag of cultural relics was recovered.
The injury to the left arm was different from the right arm. It really stimulated the nerves. The shot in the chest really made Qian Mo break into a cold sweat. After six days of training in the 853 station, Qian Mo's face turned red and he was basically able to get rid of it.
After walking independently in bed, Qian Mo chose to return to Hong Kong City to recuperate.
Of course, Qian Mo gave the remaining days of training to Chief of Staff Zhao and asked him to carry out the training. As for whether those brats would do it or not, that was not Qian Mo's concern and Qian Mo had no secrets about it.
, although they are all seemingly inexplicable basic movements, they are all targeted training. During a friendly discussion with a nearby station not long ago, this group of people deeply realized the effect of the training in the fighting and shooting events, and they were eight
The Fifth Third Division argued hard, but Qian Mo didn’t know that at that time.
When he came, he was with Commander Qian, and when he returned, he was also riding in Commander Qian's off-road Hummer. However, when he came back, he was empty-handed. When he returned, there was an M82A2 sniper rifle wrapped in newspaper next to Qian Mo, and the stabbing gun on his ankle.
dagger, and the bunch of pale pink lilies in front of the car
Two days ago, when Qian Mo was still lying on the bed, Zhang Xian and five other female students gave her this bouquet of pale pink lilies. I remember that Zhang Xian's face was a little red at that time, but Qian Mo didn't pay much attention to it.
A few representatives from Qianmo's male students also came, and the atmosphere was a bit dull. However, Qianmo didn't lament that he failed as an instructor. He didn't care about it at all.
"Hey, Qian Mo, you've made a profit." Mr. Qian didn't say much, but he didn't like the silence between the two grown men, so he joked: "You've been working for me for a few days, and I've already paid enough."
"I'm injured." Qian Mo's left hand was still wrapped like a rice dumpling, although Qian Mo would definitely take it off after returning.
"That was your own accident." Mr. Qian still smiled and said, "But when I heard those brats talking privately, I admired you very much, saying that although your training methods are old-fashioned, I feel that they can really improve their own strength.
, and the one who squatted for hunting was amazing. They were wondering if you and the gang of tomb robbers were colluding. They only guarded a little bit, but they were able to guard the back. I took a look at the six corpses and five shots.
They’re all headshots, tsk tsk, awesome!”
"Their foundation is good, but the foundation is not strong enough."
It is really difficult to get over the cold weather in Hong Kong City. It is almost March, and the sun only appears from time to time in the afternoon. The air is still damp and cold. Qian Mo looked at the dew on the weeds outside the window and said lightly: "The reason why I can survive is
It’s all based on my brain.”
Commander Qian smiled in surprise. This little brother was merciless and directly said that his soldiers had no brains.
Along the way, Mr. Qian asked foreign questions from time to time. Qian Mo sometimes answered and sometimes ignored him. After a long bumpy ride, he finally got on the flat asphalt road. Not long after getting on the asphalt road, on the way into the city center, Qian Mo asked
The teacher's mission was completed, because when sending Qian Mo back, Qian Mo had already called Li Qi and said that he was back from traveling.
…
Next to the national highway, a family-sized Beetle car was parked on the side of the road. A graceful young woman in her thirties was stopping beside the car. She looked at the Hummer military vehicle parked aside with an elegant smile, and finally kept her gaze locked.
On the young man who came down
Mr. Qian did not get off the car, but jumped to the front of the car and left after getting off at Qianmo. He was not familiar with the people in Hong Kong City!
"Haha, my Xiaomo is back. My aunt is going to cook today for my Xiaomo's favorite dish when she was a child!" Li Qi took the pink lily Qianmo handed him and helped him wrap the newspaper.
Putting the things in the trunk, he looked at his nephew with eyes full of love
"Thank you, Auntie," I said after sitting in the Beetle car for a long time.
When Qian Mo arrived in Hong Kong City for the first time, Li Qi drove his little Beetle to pick him up. There were still several black cars following him at a distance. Even the dialogue was basically the same!
Li Qi did not ask where Qian Mo had been during this time, nor what happened to the bandage on his left hand, nor what was wrapped in the newspaper in the trunk, nor why Qian Mo gave him a bouquet of pink lilies.