Donkey glanced at Wang Zhen, who was sitting on the sofa and holding his head in silence. He rolled his eyes, stood up and waved to the golden retriever.
The two of them walked to a corner, and Golden Retriever asked, "Is something wrong?"
"This guy's shooting skills are weird." Donkey said mysteriously.
Golden Retriever frowned and immediately became alert, "What's going on?"
"When we went to search the first floor together, he killed a drug criminal with one shot."
"One shot?!" Jin Mao raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure you mean one shot?"
"Yes, I only fired one shot, in the head." The donkey nodded.
"A soldier from the north?"
"He said no. I don't think he lied, because his shooting posture was very strange."
"What's weird?"
"Stand sideways, raise your right hand flat, like this..." As he said that, the donkey imitated Wang Zhen's posture.
"This..." Golden Retriever looked up and down, "This looks like a shooting method for sports competitions, that kind of air pistol."
Guns are rampant in the United States. Every person has a gun and everyone can shoot. But in a free America, people prefer real guns and live ammunition. Even children have .22lr caliber children's pistols. People have no love for toys like air pistols at all.
, is also completely ignored.
Compared to the air pistol championship, Americans prefer to watch the IPSC design competition, so the donkey really didn’t recognize it for a while.
"Yes, yes." Donkey nodded quickly, "One shot, and this guy has no intention of firing a second shot. This shows how confident and talented he is."
"Besides, I think this kid is definitely not a good person. I saw him kill Basong with two swords. The sword was used cleanly and neatly. He was just for killing people. There was no overreaction after the killing. At first glance,
This is not the first time I have done this, this is a good idea."
"You want to recruit him?" Jin Mao looked at Donkey in surprise.
"Yeah, what kind of meal are you sending? It would be a pity for such a cruel person not to follow us and kill people."
The corner of Jin Mao's mouth twitched, are you talking humanly?
"It's not enough to have good marksmanship but to dare to kill people. In our line of work, I'm afraid he won't live long with his current state. You are harming him." Jin Mao shook his head and said: "And his marksmanship is still the same as the competition.
This is completely different from actual combat."
"Stop talking, as if today is not a real battle." Donkey rolled his eyes, "I think this guy is good and has a flexible mind. If nothing else, in the situation he encountered today, if it were you, what do you think?
Can you survive?"
Jin Mao frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head, "I will fight with you."
"Then you die!" Donkey spread his hands, stretched out his hand and nodded his head, "Others can be trained, but not here. Without him, our mission today would have failed."
Golden Retriever's face darkened. He admitted that he had no problem directing the battle, but when it came to his brain, he was really lacking a bit. But aren't you a fool?
Who gave you the courage to laugh at me!
Of course, Jin Mao still admitted that Donkey was right, and that the ruthlessness of the killer was indeed suitable for this.
Any profession requires talent. The first requirement of their profession is that they have no psychological burden on killing people and can do it easily. This level will undoubtedly exclude the absolute majority of people.
The second one is to have a cool head, but they have no brains. People who go to the battlefield without brains will not live long. On this point, Golden Retriever found Wang Zhen and it is also consistent.
I worked with them once when I was a complete novice. I learned quickly and made no mistakes from beginning to end. I didn't show the frivolousness of a newbie at all.
Third, the critical moment of insight and ability to break the situation, whether it is finding one's own value under their guns, or thinking of calling Basong in the car, ordinary people usually act smart and useless, and I have seen too many golden retrievers.
This kind of person will only pee his pants when faced with a gun, and will only beg for mercy.
In the end, Jin Mao felt that it was a group of people like him who had caused Wang Zhen trouble. They were PMCs and had killed a lot of people, but that didn’t mean they killed innocent people indiscriminately unless they had no other choice. Therefore, since they had troubled Wang Zhen, they were indeed talented.
, recruiting him into the industry can be regarded as a supplement to the team.
At least it can replenish the brain...
Seeing Jin Mao nodding in agreement, Donkey immediately became interested and strode back and said, "To summarize, it means that now the little rookie was found to be involved in this murder case, so the police came to his door."
"In addition, if someone is killed by the police, the consequences will be that he becomes a wanted criminal in Lannatai, so you are miserable, right." As he said that, Donkey patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder with a smile.
Wang Zhen raised his head and glanced at the mean-mouthed donkey, not wanting to speak.
"If you have any plans, come on, tell me and let me help you analyze it."
Wang Zhen sighed. He didn't know what to do. Anyway, Lan Natai couldn't stay any longer and returned home...
He is wanted in Lanna Thai and it is impossible to return to China through formal channels. The most important thing is that he does not know whether it will be safe after returning to China.
Annoyance, capitalized annoyance.
"Come on, look at me. Don't look like this. It's just a trivial matter." Donkey pulled Wang Zhen's shoulders over and pretended to beg me quickly.
"Little thing?" Wang Zhen asked angrily.
"Otherwise." Donkey curled his lips with disdain written on his face, "We just killed two people. How many people have we killed? What does this mean to you? Do you think we are afraid?"
"Can I be the same as you? I'm just a food delivery guy!"
"Stop talking about it. His marksmanship is so good when he is sent out, and he is so clean and neat when he is sent out to kill people?" Donkey imitated Wang Zhen's previous knife-swinging movements.
Wang Zhen: "..."
"So, what do you mean?" Wang Zhen asked with a frown.
"Do you know what we do?"
"PMC, a legal mercenary." Donkey mentioned it before.
"Have you figured it out?" Donkey reached out and poked Wang Zhen in the chest.
"Wait a minute." Wang Zhen looked shocked, "You mean, I, you, don't..."
Wang Zhen turned to look at Jin Mao, "You mean you want me to fuck you."
The donkey's expression suddenly solidified, the poet, the bayonet, and the shovel burst into laughter, and the golden retriever gave Wang Zhen a very discerning look.
"Why don't you do it with me?" Donkey grabbed Wang Zhen's arm, his expression distorted, "It was me, I recommended you to join the gang, understand, it's me you should be grateful to!"
"I'm sorry, but if you are the boss of this team, then I think it's better to disband the team as soon as possible." Wang Zhen shrugged, "At least, everyone is still alive now."
"You are very discerning." Bayonet nodded seriously and said.
"Mom, Fuck, why can't I be the boss!" the donkey cursed and yelled.
"Okay, stop making trouble." Jin Mao smiled and raised his hand to press it, "Wang, what do you say?"