"There is a new situation over there in Lanxin."

"Well, let's go there now."

"You guys are on standby in Tiandu for the time being. Just treat it as a holiday. I'll analyze it first."

"knew."

"The time is tentatively set for three days. Have a good rest. By the way, you are being targeted by Yun Luo."

"I see."

May 9, 2020, 2:30 pm, Tiandu Xinshang Business District.

"Bang!"

The loud noise from the sandbag area stopped everyone's actions, and even made those who were just about to give up do an extra repetition.

The muscular shopkeeper hurriedly ran out of the fighting prison and rushed towards the sandbag area on the other side of the wall.

"this……"

Brown gravel and waste covered the ground. The steel pipes that originally hung the sandbags pulled off the walls on both sides and fell sideways on the plastic floor. In the sandbags, the cushioning sponge and the black skin outside were torn apart to create a terrible gap.

His mouth was curled up under the broken mirror.

Directly in front of the recess in the mirror wall, a strong man with his hands tied with sandbags on his legs was lowering his head and mechanically dismantling the sandbags on his arms.

"Huh...how much, I'll pay."

"Boom!"

The sandbag filled with iron sand fell to the ground, causing everyone present to shiver.

In the eyes of outsiders, this man's physique does not reach a very exaggerated level, and any trainer in the gym can completely blow him away in appearance.

But now, facing this young man who lowered his head by half, the coaches who were working here and the store manager felt a sense of fear. They even involuntarily made way for him to lead to the service desk.

A minute later, the store manager, who had regained his breath, turned to the coach beside him and asked:

"You said, this time it hit someone..."

"Don't talk about people, if it hits the car, it will probably explode directly!"

"Coach Yang!"

"Um?!!"

The man's call came from the service desk, and Coach Yang, the store manager, was immediately startled. Under the sympathetic eyes of his colleagues around him, Coach Yang walked to the service desk in fear.

"Hello...Hello..."

If you can't afford it, give up! Coach Yang started nodding and bowing when he was three feet away from the "dagger". He didn't look like a victim at all.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength just now. The lady here told me that it costs about 10,000 yuan, and I paid it. But after thinking about it carefully, I still have to apologize to you."

(So ​​polite.)

Seeing the opponent's humble attitude, Coach Yang lost some of his fear. He took hold of the hands extended by "Dagger" and noticed that he had been wearing a mask from just now.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's us who should apologize to you. We didn't maintain the equipment properly and you were shocked."

This is a lie. Coach Yang just climbed up the ladder and checked the sandbags one by one in the morning.

"Well, then I'll leave first and apologize to you again."

"Oops! You're too polite. Then go slowly. Welcome to visit us next time!"

"Dagger" nodded and walked out of the gym wearing tight short sleeves.

(My lord, what happened just now? What made you so angry?)

(Nothing, I just heard a disgusting name.)

Red mist surged in the shadow of the "dagger". Since Shenzhou Guoming restricted knives, he could only put the Blood Scale Sword into his own shadow.

With a frown on his face, "Dagger" turned around and walked into a milk tea shop, ordered a cup of raw leaf green tea, and then sat alone in the farthest corner of the shop.

"Mo" went to see his sister, "Shi" was specially trained by "Yan",

"Zhi" who can get out of bed is resting in his room, and "Dagger" is now a real loner.

Then these days will continue for three more days.

After sending the vacation notice to the group, "Dagger" threw his phone on the table, opened a game that he had not logged in for a long time, leaned back on his seat, and silently complained about his excellent body feeling.

"So hard..."

Once people have enough time, they will start to think wildly. While waiting for the game to load, "Dagger" recalled his life when he was an ordinary person. To be precise, it was the days in Lao Guo's milk tea shop.

Two cups of tea, a pair of friends, no matter their age or status, chatting comfortably. The older one talks about his life experience and experience, and the younger one conveys his new thoughts and worries. Those days were the happiest moments in the three years of college.

However, things have changed and people have changed. Now he has to live through life and death wearing a false identity. He rarely has time to drink, but he can only drink powdered tea like this, especially since this cheap tea costs 18 yuan, three times as much as Lao Guo's!

"Hey, can we share a table?"

"Huh? Oh, whatever."

"Thanks."

Sitting opposite "Dagger" was a young man about 1.7 meters tall, with a baby-fat oval face, prescription glasses, and long, mossed hair.

This boy is wearing a hip-hop style outfit, running shoes linked to the anime EVB, and he even has a new electronic watch from Ipeach.

But it is a pity that all of this is a bit inconsistent with him who is typing on the keyboard. Although he is not bad looking, his whole body exudes an obvious sense of dissonance.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just why do you have to sit here when there are other seats in this store?"

"Dagger" looked around and found that many tables were empty.

"First, I usually sit here all the time."

"Second, this store is the only one with sockets here."

"Third, no one else can see my screen when I stay here."

The young man typed on the keyboard quickly and explained his reasons in an orderly manner. "Dagger" nodded and put the drained green tea cup on the table.

"Since you asked me questions, can I also ask you a few questions?"

"Whatever, but I don't guarantee that the characters will be displayed when you type puthar."

"Dagger" clicked on the phone screen and made a half-understood joke.

"It's putchar. You don't type code often, right? But I'm not one of those programming nerds who speaks the most beautiful language, so there's no need to force myself."

The young man's answer made "Dagger" feel a little better. He relaxed his guard a little, nodded, and continued to play the mobile game.

"Your mask shouldn't be a real mask, right? Is it like the one in the comic book?"

"I didn't insert the tube, and as I said, almost every time Enbei was defeated by Nightman, it was because of cutting the tube."

Since the other party is a person who is good at programming, it is not difficult for him to discover the secret of his mask. "Dagger" who was mentally prepared was not surprised by this. On the contrary, he, who is also an anime lover, directly followed his metaphor.

Go down.

"In this case, aren't you wearing a mask just to look cool? But that's right, with your sinfully attractive physique, you basically don't need to rely on your appearance to make a living."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"Dagger" responded nonchalantly, still concentrating on playing the mobile game.

"I'm just stating the facts, and let me tell you that a mercenary like you would come here to drink tea alone, and even play games made in our country."

"Dagger"'s hand paused for a moment, but then continued to click on the screen. The International Mercenary Organization will

Their team name and nationality resume are published on the external Internet, and a photo of the captain is added on the dark web, which is a familiar face to many hackers.

"No? And you have to know the system of our country. If your only means of survival are the police or the CIA, then you can write your last words now."

"Uh... I'm sorry, I don't know your rules. If you want to make a price, I'll pay for my life."

The boy was obviously panicked, and "Dagger" continued to play the game without raising his head, just in time to save up a chance to draw a card. He raised his eyebrows, suddenly wanting to tease this little hacker.

"Then let's do a random session?"

"Dagger" clicked on the card drawing interface of the game and turned his phone to the boy. The card pool above was the limited card pool for this event. It is said that many European emperors died violently in it.

If the outcome that cannot be drawn is to be killed, then this random number basically pronounces the boy's death.

"Wow...you are too cruel!!!"

The boy subconsciously blurted out that young people have been exposed to various card drawing games, especially this kind of single drawing that seems to have a limited card pool.

It's like having five bullets stuck in a Revolver game.

The boy took the phone, carefully checked the game-related information and player information, and then quickly tapped on the notebook with one hand, seemingly searching for something.

"Dagger" watched the young man's performance with great interest. Whether it was through relationships or individual character, as long as he could achieve his goal, that was his ability.

On the laptop, all kinds of dazzling data and chat boxes were flashing rapidly. Fortunately, the boy had played this game when the server was launched and basically knew how its server and client ran.

But even so, even if he successfully finds the card drawing logic and random values, or even finds the real-time card drawing shipment records, he can only increase his "survival probability" from three ten thousandths to one percent.
To be continued...