A petite woman in her thirties appeared at the door.
"Xiaoli, come and clean up." Qin Anguo waved to her.
When this woman came over with the basket containing the garbage, the last rays of the setting sun at dusk shone on her face.
This woman named Xiaoli has a pretty face, a petite figure, but her skin is a bit brown.
The reason for her Chinese name is that she is of Chinese descent and stayed here when her grandfathers went to Nanyang.
Squatting beside the low table, Xiaoli began to clean up the leftovers on the table, sweeping garbage such as chicken bones into the trash can.
Qin Anguo took out the cigarettes from his pocket, took out the last one, lit it, then threw the box into the trash can and threw a color at Xiaoli.
Xiaoli nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.
"Tell Brontosaurus to spread the message tonight." He whispered these words while smoking.
"Yeah." Xiaoli nodded.
"How is he lately?" Qin Anguo asked again.
"Everything is fine, don't worry." Xiaoli still had a low eyebrow and did not raise her head. Others could not tell that the two of them were chatting.
"These years... it's been hard work for you and him." Qin Anguo suddenly sighed.
Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago... Brother Long is also very kind to me, Brother Qin, don't worry."
"Um."
Qin Anguo thought for a while, but still refrained from continuing.
He must be wary of anyone around him staring at him, but he is not afraid of it. The last thing he wants to see is Xiaoli in front of him.
For so many years, Xiaoli has been playing the role of a messenger for him.
No one knew that the girl who worked in the kitchen was actually from Qin Anguo, and no one knew that the legendary dead thunder dragon was actually still alive and with Xiaoli.
Qin Anguo stood up and pretended to stretch his waist, yawned, turned and left the balcony.
The last ray of sunlight finally sank behind the mountains in the distance.
Night has fallen.
…
Stockholm, castle interior.
Qin Fei felt that his hands and feet had begun to regain consciousness. He raised his hand and controlled his five fingers to move a few times.
When Eric saw it from the side, he suddenly beamed with joy.
"Boss, there's nothing to say about your physical condition. You're recovering too quickly!"
Qin Fei tried to stand up and found that it was nothing serious. He moved his hands and feet and said to Eric: "Eric, those medicines of yours really work."
The effect was good, but Qin Fei was a little worried.
After all, any drug with strange effects must have side effects, just like morphine is an elixir for labor pains on the battlefield, but it can also make people addicted in minutes.
Eric mentioned before that this drug is not only a life-saving drug for Holy Cross assassins, but it can also stimulate the central nervous system and put people into a state of excitement, thus improving concentration and perception.
"Let me ask you something." Qin Fei looked at Eric with some worry: "Does this thing have any side effects?"
"Side effects?" Thor Eric couldn't help but laugh, "Boss, what do you value? Are you afraid that eating it will cause impotence?"
Qin Fei didn't expect Eric's answer to be so violent, and couldn't help but blush, "No, I'm just worried about the side effects on my body's functions."
This statement is not groundless.
The use of drugs on the battlefield to stimulate the body organs of soldiers to improve their combat effectiveness has been a phenomenon since ancient times.
From the simplest alcoholic drinks to the cocaine tablets used by French pilots during World War I, to the 'assault drugs' provided by Germany to soldiers during World War II, to the CX717 magic pill provided by the US DOD for special forces during the Gulf War, there are no
First, it is a drug that stimulates the nerves to wake up the mind and keep the person in a state of high excitement.
However, these drugs usually produce various strange sequelae after use, without exception.
"No, this medicine is a prescription passed down from the Assassin organization since ancient times. It has been perfected for many years and has basically no side effects." Eric said, "But you can't treat it like candy.
eat."
"Fake!"
Crosshair couldn't help it anymore, as if he had discovered some new world. He took Eric's hand and said: "You have such a good thing and you are still a mercenary. Let's just find a sum of money to apply for a patent and start a new world."
Forget it, pharmaceutical companies! The finished products produced in the future will be sold to the DOD in the United States... Oh no! This drug should be announced and then let people bid for it. The highest bidder will get it! You know, on the battlefield, soldiers will definitely love this kind of medicine to death.
The magic little pill.”
Everyone thinks the sights are right.
It can stimulate nerves, save lives, and has no side effects. This thing seems to be more effective than adrenaline and more powerful than CX717. It is almost like treating illness but not refreshing.
Who wouldn’t love this elixir on the battlefield?
"I can't make this medicine. The Brotherhood has a very clear division of labor. There are specialized pharmacists responsible for the medicine. The weapons are made by specialized weapons masters. We assassins are only responsible for using and killing people."
Eric's words interrupted Zixing's dream of getting rich, and his face suddenly fell.】
"Come on, are you done yet?" Lei Ming looked on and couldn't stand the behavior of these mercenaries. As special soldiers of the regular army, these mercenaries had an unorganized and undisciplined procrastination style. No matter how they looked at it, they couldn't stand it.
Eye.
How long have you been talking about making pills to make a fortune?
"Now that the secret passage is gone, do you have any other backup plans?"
Qin Fei shook his head: "No more..."
"Have you learned all the special operations principles in vain? I have taught you that you must prepare at least three plans before going on a mission!" Lei Ming said dissatisfied.
"I made three plans, one was to leave by helicopter, one was to evacuate by water with the police, and this one was to escape underground, but none of them seemed to be of any use," Qin Fei said, "No.
One would have guessed that the people from the GMT company and the police had been impersonated, and no one knew that this secret passage that few people knew about would be exposed in advance."
Yuri on the side couldn't help but interject: "There are very few people who know the secret tunnel, because this secret tunnel was built once during the renovation in the 1960s, and the workers and engineers who participated in the work have died of old age or retired.
, it is estimated that only the people in the city hall archives who are responsible for preserving these materials know of its existence."
He glanced at everyone: "I think inside us..."
Yuri didn't dare to spit out the last part of his words.
What he wanted to say was that there must be a mole in his team, but he felt that it was inappropriate to say it at this time.
"Now we have no choice. There seems to be only one way in front of us." Old Fish said: "That is to kill all the enemies and leave here."