She has short brown hair, a slightly high hairline, and a faint beauty peak. She has deep gray eyes, a high bridge of nose, and the beard connecting her lips and chin to her earlobes is neatly groomed, leaving only the superficial gray-black fibrous roots. Overall,
It seems quite tough and refreshing.
Walking in the bustling business, the tall windbreaker figure that towers over the surrounding passers-by is a bit eye-catching, but the people walking towards you will subconsciously raise their heads to look at you, and maybe pause for a moment at the face with obvious foreign features, and then they will stop.
He looked away and didn't care.
There is really no need to worry about it. Nowadays, it is no longer the era when a blond and blue-eyed foreigner was looked at like a panda more than ten years ago. Moreover, this is Lingjiang. As one of the few special economic zones in China, it is not unusual to see foreigners here.
If you go to a place like a bar street in the evening, there are more foreigners there, and you can basically see all kinds of people.
But standing on the side of the road, Tang Chao looked again and again with his peripheral vision, confirming and confirming... Well, this product has not escaped.
Yes, the Tang Dynasty knew each other, Edison, and there was only one word difference between him and the great inventor, so he was nicknamed "Old Lantern Pao". This cannon is not the other, the artillery cannon, Bulgarian nationality, joined the army, artillery,
After retiring from the army, he turned into a mercenary and traveled to various chaos-prone areas around the world to form a mercenary team called Black Thunder. He is the captain, as well as the heavy gunner and assaulter of the team!
Black Thunder's reputation in the industry is not very high, and it is just a job. Of course, that was before the Tang Dynasty joined. Oh, I forgot to mention that Edison also had an identity as a nobleman in the Tang Dynasty's previous life, underground.
The world's leader, it was precisely because of Tang Chao's participation that Black Thunder gradually stood out among its peers and became famous. At that time, Tang Chao served as a sniper and assaulter in the team.
Later, just like many colleagues who were quietly annihilated on the battlefield, about two or three years later, the entire Black Thunder army was wiped out in a premeditated ambush. The classic car, the small AK, the black umbrella, and the Viper were all wiped out.
The snakes...died one after another, and finally the old lanterns died under the hysterical and frenzied artillery fire from the other side. Only Tang Chao was able to break out of the encirclement alone...
There was revenge later, and it was successful, but it was mostly irreversible. Even if you went through all the trouble to find the mastermind behind the scenes and kill him with one shot, there was not much happiness or feeling at all. Only a little sadness. Just trying to make a living on the battlefield.
That's how it is, including his later career change as a killer. The life in the underground world seems exciting and colorful, but in fact it is cruel and boring. When the heart is frozen and the emotional nerves are cut off, life and death can be looked down upon.
There is a famous saying in the industry that those who play with guns will die by guns. This is the ultimate fate of most members of the underground world. Tang Chao is no exception. He has been waiting for the bullet that penetrates his skull.
I just didn't expect to be covered by artillery fire in the end... Ha, it is somewhat similar to the ending of the old lamp cannon.
There are some emotions. In short, although he is infinitely close to death and fate, which contain negative energy, Tang Chao never thought that he would become a philosopher one day, let alone be as sensitive and fragile as a poet, sad for spring and autumn.
But now, looking at that familiar figure walking among the crowd, I can't help but feel a few indescribable emotions deep in my heart...
It's good to be alive.
But, having said that, Captain, it’s really not a good feeling to see you alive in front of me... Shaking his head slightly, Tang Chao suppressed his distracting emotions and walked towards me.
Although it is not known whether it is one person or the entire Black Thunder team, the profession of mercenary has always been unprofitable. The Tang Dynasty did not remember that the old captain had the habit of traveling, and his impression of China was only limited to
In the primary stage of Kung Fu and gourmet food, no matter how quiet and restful you are, there is no reason to be here.
Unless you accept a mission... Black Thunder's business scope covers the whole world. Well, to put it bluntly, it means running around everywhere, working for whomever pays. But most of them are in the war-prone Middle East, Southeast Asia and Africa.
, there is no reason why they would come to stabilize the harmonious China. Moreover, the Tang Dynasty had already joined the Black Lightning at this time in the previous life. Before its destruction, they had never set foot in the territory of China.
Is it the butterfly effect again? Well, this time I can understand it. After all, it is closely related to oneself, so some changes are reasonable...
Thinking about this, Tang Chao inadvertently stepped aside and passed by Edison. The latter had a faint smell of tobacco and was unaware of it. Sometimes he looked at the bustling shops on both sides of the street, and sometimes he looked at the people sitting in the street.
The fortune teller who has no business beside the flower bed looks like a child who is looking for novelties.
Just like that, when he was about to reach the corner of the street, suddenly, there was a ringing ring... Edison, who was passing by, subconsciously turned his head and looked at the public phone box on the street. A passerby on the side also turned to look, but he just glanced at it.
Then he withdrew his gaze and kept walking. Seeing this, Edison also shrugged, ignored it, and continued to walk forward.
After changing streets, not far away, ring, ring, ring... Edison turned his head in shock and looked at the public phone box ringing again on the street with a surprised expression. He looked around and saw a large number of pedestrians, but no one stopped to pay attention. He hesitated.
Next, let’s go over and pick up the phone,
"hello?"
"Hi, first time meeting...how do you feel?"
"Walt?" Edison was stunned. This was obviously not because of the language barrier. The English accent coming from the microphone was standard and smooth. He just subconsciously did not understand the other party's seemingly familiar tone. "Sir, you must have made a typo. This
It’s a public phone booth on the roadside.”
"Maybe, but I prefer to believe that this is a hidden choice, something like fate and destiny. Let us meet through two microphones and a burst of electricity. This is very mysterious, isn't it?"
Edison raised his eyebrows slightly: "If this is what you want to say, sir, I think I should end this encounter."
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"...What about?" Edison frowned slightly, feeling a little wary in his heart. Therefore, he changed his attention and no longer wanted to hang up the phone immediately. Instead, he began to guess the identity of the other party. This probably came from someone.
A prank by a damn acquaintance, or something else... The former was fine, but if it was the latter, he had to figure it out!
"For example, the weather, the food, and... your reason for coming."
"No, no, no, that's a greeting between acquaintances. Maybe we have to start by getting to know each other's identities. My name is Rex, what's yours?"
A chuckle, "Oh, my name is Lexus."
"...This joke is not funny at all!"
"I think so too, but some people are just so boring and like to make fun of the name and call it a classic car. Isn't it very bad?"
Rex, the black thunder brain, the tactician, nicknamed Classic Car, hates everything related to speed, and never drives more than sixty yards. Subconsciously glancing around, Edison's expression suddenly became solemn: "Who are you?
"
"It does not matter……"
Edison interrupted directly: "I'm not very familiar with China, but I have heard of the Rise of Kyushu... No, if you are a member of the Rise of Kyushu, now you should be thinking about how to arrest people or expel me instead of
Talk to me on the phone about this nonsense..."
"So, it doesn't make much sense, does it?"
Edison was silent for a while after hearing this. There was too little information to analyze, and besides, he was not good at analysis and induction. The significance was indeed not very great. What he was good at was assault, destruction, and crushing and destruction under heavy firepower.
His eyes flashed and his voice was cold: "Tell me why you're here, stranger, before my reason is dissipated by anger!"
On the other end of the phone, the voice was still light, "Very good, we finally returned to the topic. This is also the purpose of why I came here, to tell you why you came." After a pause, "In exchange, I can let you or you leave China safely.
.”
"Ha, haha." Edison sneered, the corners of his mouth curved in a mocking and indifferent arc, "Are you threatening me?"
"No, I'm targeting you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Edison's body tensed up, and the center of his eyebrows became hot for no reason. Of course, it was impossible for human eyes to see the position of his own eyebrows, but his rich experience in countless life and death battlefields told Edison that at this moment, the center of his eyebrows was being affected.
An infrared sight is locked, and that's exactly what happened.