Holding a wad of pink banknotes, Chen Tairan hummed a little tune and left Chu Zhendong's office. Now he has to come to work every day. It is inconvenient to always go back to Annan. Besides, Old Man Feng, Sister Ling and Miss He always live in the same house.
It's not a problem staying in a small roadside hotel. You need to rent a house as soon as possible.
Chao'an Street is located in the south of Anyang, not too far from Caesar. Chen Tairan chose this place after a long time of selection.
This place is quite far from the city center, and the new trend of urban development has obviously not yet reached here. Rental houses and shampoo rooms are everywhere, and beer bottles, plastic bags, and telephone poles can be seen everywhere on the streets.
It was filled with small advertisements such as "One shot will work", and there was an indescribable strange smell in the air that was annoying and lingering.
Chen Tairan didn't care. He had climbed down from the battlefield. What disgusting scene had he never seen before? Compared with the smell of rotting corpses, the air here was comparable to the pure and pollution-free natural atmosphere in the snowy mountains of Canada.
Advertisements for houses for rent abound on the street. Chen Tairan randomly selected one with a relatively cheap price and found the place according to the house number.
This building is not high, only six floors. There is a large courtyard at the bottom of the building. There are several mahjong tables under the large awning. A group of middle-aged women are playing vigorously. From time to time, "seven cakes" and "eighty thousand" are heard.
Shouts.
Chen Tairan made a call and immediately found the person - the middle-aged woman with a mole on her face in front of her. She impatiently took out her mobile phone from her pocket and called "Hello". It seemed that she was the charterer.
"Hello, I rent a house." Chen Tairan walked up and said hello.
The charterer mentioned several prices. Chen Tairan thought about it and decided to get a house with network cable. After all, Ling Xueying and Old Man Feng were new here and didn't understand anything. It would be better for them to learn about the world as soon as possible.
As for surfing the Internet... Old Man Feng doesn't want to think about it. He just needs to practice hard. As for Sister Ling, she can be trained carefully. Anyway, she is so smart and has a photographic memory, so it shouldn't be difficult to learn to surf the Internet.
"The minimum is two hundred and five, Dongfeng, hurry up and fight!" The charterer didn't even raise her eyes, she was very focused.
"Two hundred and five is not good, can you move it down a little?" Chen Tairan chuckled and suddenly said: "Hurry up and hit Hongzhong!"
The charterer looked at him dubiously, gritted her teeth and really hit it, then touched it and couldn't help but smile: "What a fool! Haha, pay all the money!"
Several middle-aged women looked reluctant and took out their bills while cursing.
The tenant woman was in a good mood after winning the money. She waved her hand and said: "Two hundred! Two hundred is enough, do you want to rent it or not?"
"Rent!" Chen Tairan agreed and took out his ID card.
After paying the money and getting the key from the tenant, he went straight to his room. Fortunately, it was on the third floor, not too high or too low, so it was just right.
This room seemed to have been unoccupied for a while, and there was a slight smell in the air. Chen Tairan opened the window to let some air in, tidied up the sheets and quilts, and swept the floor.
"Brush!" A white object suddenly flew in from the window, hit the wall, and actually got embedded in it!
Chen Tairan frowned and ducked into the corner. The black Type 92 Tiger Roar was already in his hand. As long as the opponent dared to show up, he would dare to shoot Ya's head off!
"Ding!~"
[System prompt]: Scanning the current environment... Please tell me: Do I need to activate the silence function?
Chen Tairan chose "yes" without hesitation, then fell to the ground and rolled out of the door, raised his gun and shot!
The other party was not a vegetarian either, so he saw a group of black figures entering the room from the window, raising his hand and throwing three shining flying knives!
Chen Tairan narrowed his eyes, fired two shots to explode the flying knives, rolled on the spot to avoid the last flying knife, and at the same time swept the opponent's lower body with a roar!
The man was very skilled. He took a step back and then rushed back with a straight punch, which was at least a thousand kilograms strong!
"Crack!" A bunch of numbers appeared in front of Chen Tairan's eyes. The system showed that this person's force value was very high, over 100. He was obviously not an ordinary player.
After a "bang" sound, Chen Tairan's fists collided head-on with the opponent, and no one took advantage.
The man slipped his hand and tried to grab Chen Tairan's shoulder, but his arm was grabbed instead. The two bear-like guys just grabbed each other and competed with each other with brute force!
A layer of earth-yellow light emerged and wrapped around the man's arm. The system showed that his defense power increased sharply, and it broke through 100!
Chen Tairan sneered, picked up the iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover, and at the same time used his powerful diamond fingers to pinch it hard!
"Hiss... let go! Let go!" The man uttered Chinese and screamed in pain.
"Are you kidding? You told me to let go and I let go? I don't owe you money!" Chen Tairan chuckled, but his hand quietly relaxed a little.
During this period of time, the system has already given this person's name plate - normally, a stranger's name plate will not display the name, but this person does, and he is obviously an old friend.
Chen Tairan didn't quite recognize the face, but the name was familiar. Stan Martin, one of the leaders of the Violent Bear Mercenary Group, nicknamed "Rock Bear", was also a well-known figure in the mercenary industry a few years ago. Recently, for some unknown reason,
I can’t see anyone anymore, so I am living a happy life in China.
Chen Tairan stared at the black man in front of him, with many questions popping up in his mind. Before he could ask the question, he heard the other person speak first: "Hey, Tiger, we haven't seen each other for so long. How could you be so cruel when we first met?"
Isn’t that too kind?”
"Fuck you, stop doing this! I don't know which soul was throwing the knife at my head just now. Was he planning to cut my head like a watermelon?" Chen Tairan rolled his eyes at him and let go of his hand.
Martin smiled, sat down on the bed very familiarly, and threw a bag of soft Chinese to someone.
Chen Tairan was not polite, took one out, lit it in his mouth, and said calmly: "I said, you have followed me all the way, are you tired? Is there anything you can't say directly?"
Martin shrugged and said: "Of course not. I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know what your level is now, so I have to consider it myself before I can trust you to do things for me."
When Chen Tairan heard this, his face immediately became unhappy: "I just returned to China and you have been targeting me. Not bad, the information is quite good. Tell me, who are you working for now? Or is it that Boss Martin has started a new business on his own?
Going it alone?"
"Working alone? I have no interest in that." Martin smiled slightly and spread his hands: "You should have met my current boss. We did a business two years ago. His last name is He, do you remember?"
