There is really no routine, the decision was made early in the morning.
This is not a question of serious murderous intentions. In fact, someone claims to be quite peaceful, and the twenty-four-character core values are always in his heart. In daily life, he is basically the kind who does not cause trouble but is afraid of trouble. Of course, it needs to be pointed out that
, this is for non-underworld members. For ordinary people, he is always willing to give a second chance.
Therefore, just like Ah Qing thought before, if the Mercedes-Benz car did not successfully break through the barrier, Tang Chao would not take action. In other words, since it took the initiative to hit the door, there was no reason to let it go. As for
I really didn’t take the words that hinted at threats at the back because it would have been the same ending if it had or not, and it doesn’t matter.
After rushing back to the expressway toll gate, it didn't take long, only about a quarter of an hour, before Tang Chao frowned slightly and stepped on the brakes with a harsh sound.
Although there were not many passing vehicles, this move was undoubtedly dangerous on the highway. But what was even more dangerous was the figure that suddenly stood in front of the car. Under the light of the car lights, it was a strong man about thirty-five years old, wearing a dark jacket.
, military green trousers, a baseball bag on his shoulder, and a yellow peaked cap waving back and forth in his hand. It should have been turned over from behind the highway fence next to it.
Walking to the car, with a friendly smile on his slightly tired and loyal face, he knocked on the car window and said in broken Mandarin with a strong dialect accent in the northwest region, "Master, I am a donkey traveler and I got lost with my companions. Could you please help me?"
I'm a hitchhiker, can you take me into the city?"
Tang Chao glanced at the other party's clothes that didn't fit him very well, and shook his head calmly: "I'm not going into the city... I'm going to go around to the southern suburbs of the city. It won't be convenient." This is the truth. With the second mobile phone number he just got,
The Tang Dynasty has basically locked the location of the mercenaries.
"It's okay. It's okay if I can take a ride. I just want to find a place to stay. It's not safe at night. I'll pay for the fare..." As he said this, the man who called himself Lvke pulled the handle of the car.
, bang, the passenger door opened in response.
It's not a car driven by the Tang Dynasty. The doors are inherently open. As for zombie cars, as long as the driving performance can be guaranteed, you don't need to pay attention to some details. If you do it well, you will be easily spotted.
"Thank you, master...I'll put this computer in the back seat for you." The man didn't have any consciousness of entering uninvited. Maybe he was too tired and didn't want to risk blocking the car anymore. He smiled and put the computer in the passenger seat.
He took the laptop on the seat to the back seat, sat down, and closed the door.
Tang Chao glanced sideways at him, and the latter responded with a simple smile and handed him a cigarette. Tang Chao didn't take it, so he took out an apple from his bag and handed it to him, becoming more familiar with each other and saying, "Little brother, can you eat?"
"Tang Chao still shook his head, but he didn't let him go down anymore and continued to move forward in his car.
"Who are you, little brother? The accent sounds like local... Lingjiang is a good place, but the house price is too expensive. I can't afford to live there. I have to go back after a few years. Unlike you locals, you have old houses at home.
Just demolish it..."
The man seemed very talkative. He had traveled to many places and could talk about any topic. Even if Tang Chao didn't respond at all, he could pick up the topic and continue the conversation.
Maybe it's out of a compensatory mentality. Under normal circumstances, people won't talk much when they are in a strange environment, but as a person being helped, it will be a little different. To understand it simply, it is probably you who provides help, then I will
It means to be responsible for not letting the scene get cold.
It was in this atmosphere that the shabby Volkswagen speeded toward the south into the night...
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It was the same night, in the southern suburbs of the city, in an abandoned industrial park.
In fact, it is not considered an industrial park. When there are now more than a dozen large or small factories, there is no concept of industrial park on the market. They are just factories built together, and most of them are engaged in chemical machinery processing and other industries.
There are many abandoned construction factories like this in other areas of Lingjiang, especially in the suburbs.
As the first special economic zone to be opened to the public, Lingjiang has geographical advantages and favorable policies. In the past ten years, it was basically the business paradise that aspiring entrepreneurs in the country most yearned for. Opportunities are everywhere, and some people seize them and let them take their own course.
To achieve success, for example, the Xie family is one of the best. Of course, there are more losers, but this type of group has always been ignored, and the last traces left are these dilapidated factories in front of us.
Not only does it take up space, but it is also an eyesore. Except for homeless people, photography enthusiasts and other special people, almost no one pays attention to this place. And because of the land, it is not easy to demolish, so it is just left there. I have heard that
The Lingjiang government is preparing to vigorously rectify this aspect. This is also an inevitable trend, but it is difficult to say with certainty when it will actually disappear.
At this time, in the center of this grassy area, a few sparks flickered on and off at the second-floor window of a dilapidated factory building.
The smoker was a thin middle-aged man. Under the dim light of the fire, his face looked slightly sinister, just like his nickname, Snake Vulture. More than half a year ago, he was the deputy leader of the Poison Arrow Mercenary Group.
Later, with the failure of the main leader Cobra King Guan Wuhao, it was natural that he became the current acting leader.
Logically speaking, no matter what field, a job promotion is a joyful thing. But Snake Vulture did not feel such joy at all. He only felt tired from the bottom of his heart, especially after more than half a year, the remaining people under the leadership of
Not many members moved from Europe and the United States to Southeast Asia, and they became even more tired.
He really can't live up to the name Poison Arrow Mercenary Group...
When the cigarette butt was about to burn out, a burly figure like an iron tower walked from the side, Black Python, the assaulter and heavy gunner in the regiment, and also his right-hand man, "BOSS, Mindu and the others are back."
The snake vulture put out the cigarette butt: "It seems to be going well. How much did you make?"
"Almost 90,000 US dollars, 30,000 US dollars per person."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After being stunned for a moment, Snake Vulture shook his head and said with a smile: "Oh, it's quite a lot. It can catch up with the A-level mission before. No wonder they are tempted and dress up as gangsters to go out and kill
people."
The black python looked embarrassed when he heard this, and explained: "Boss, it's a bit against the rules for Mindu and the others to take private jobs secretly, but the current situation of the mercenary group..."
Snake Vulture waved his hand and interrupted: "I'm just asking, I don't have any other ideas. In the final analysis, I am the leader who is incompetent and failed to lead everyone well."
“Coming to Southeast Asia was everyone’s idea.”
"But the decision is made by me!" After a moment of silence, Snake Eagle shook his head, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Anyway, after tonight, the Poison Arrow Mercenary Group will no longer exist. From now on, we will return to the familiar Europe and America.
In this realm, with the name of the Palace of Hell, everyone should live a better life... Oh, the other party is here!"
Squinting his eyes, at the end of his condescending field of vision, two beams of bright car lights turned down the main road and drove onto the grassy path, speeding towards this side. "Go and call everyone here. Issues involving everyone's future treatment should be discussed in person."
It’s better to be clear.”
"We all trust you, BOSS!"
Snake Vulture waved his hand: "Thank you, I know, you haven't left until now, it has been proven, right? Ha... let's call everyone here, it is the last gathering of the Poison Arrow Mercenary Group. Well, people should
Are they all in there?"
"Everyone is here, except Gray Eagle, who is still patrolling nearby... he may not be able to be called."
After hesitating, Black Python shook his head helplessly, "Boss, you know, Gray Eagle has been here before with the leader. It may be due to the failure of that operation. Originally, he did not agree with us placing the negotiation location with the Hell God's Court here.
, he has been on alert since he came here three days ago, even to the point of nervousness. Privately everyone laughed at him for being scared out of his wits, but he still insisted on patrolling... Today I learned that Mindu and the others went out to do private work, and they were noisy.
We had a fight and almost took action, but in the end I persuaded him to stop."
"He is worried about ghosts." Snake Vulture nodded clearly. The remaining members of the Poison Arrow Mercenary Group naturally knew about the original captain's failure more than half a year ago. Of course, they only knew about it and did not investigate in detail.
There was no actual retaliation.
This is what the underground world is like. Earning is the reward for racing against accidents. The same is true for killers, and the same is true for mercenaries. Once you are used to seeing death, your desire for revenge will naturally fade away.
"Then let him continue patrolling. I'll negotiate with him about his share... Let's go down to greet our future customers."
Not long after, a group of seven or eight people, fully armed, appeared in the open space outside the factory. They silently watched the two beams of car lights moving from far to near. The roar of the engine became clearer. When they got closer, they saw that it was indeed a sports car. It looked like a limited edition bright yellow car.
Porsche, I don’t know who muttered disdainfully, “Oh, you’re quite cool!” The rest of the people nodded in agreement.
Snake Vulture also agreed with this view, but looked at the Porsche sports car parked horizontally, and still made a silent gesture. The scissor door of the sports car, which looked like wings, opened, and a bright pointed leather shoe stepped on, and then a man with blond hair on his head,
A young foreign man with three-dimensional and handsome facial features who looked like a star walked down, waved and smiled brightly.
"Hey guys, good evening."
The scene was silent for a second. The main reason was that the man was dressed in a well-dressed suit. He didn't look like a member of the underground world. Coupled with the bright yellow sports car, it was better to say that he was here to negotiate than to attend a certain event.
For dinner.
After coughing lightly, Snake Vulture stepped forward and introduced seriously: "Poison Arrow Mercenary Group, acting leader, Snake Vulture!"
"Listen, man, we don't need to be so formal..." After a pause, the blond man shrugged, "But if you insist - Alva Pacino from the Temple of Hell." Bowed, saluted, and had a graceful demeanor.
Snake Vulture couldn't help but be startled when he heard this. This reaction did not mean that the other party was a big shot. In fact, he had never heard of this name at all, but he had heard of the surname Pacino. If he remembers correctly, how many big names in the Temple of Hell are there?
One of the giants was from the Pacino family... He took a breath slightly and said with a serious expression, "You are late."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just had a dinner party. Well, let's skip this unpleasant topic." I have to say that the blond man named Alva does have a good temperament and a charming manner. It is difficult to make people laugh.
Feeling disgusted, he looked past the snake vulture and glanced at the members of the mercenary group present, and raised his eyebrows, "With all due respect, is this the entire Poison Arrow mercenary group?"
After a pause, he continued, "Including the person in the steeple building at nine o'clock who is looking at me with a high-power sight?"
If he was just shocked by the guess about the surname before, then Snake Eagle was really shocked now. He didn't know the location of Gray Eagle before. He subconsciously looked back at the building he pointed to. Sure enough, it was there.
He noticed something unusual at the second window on the left side of the top floor, but he only knew about it after being reminded. The other party pointed it out accurately and made a decisive decision as soon as he got off the station.
Forcibly suppressing the turbulent waves in his chest, Snake Vulture nodded and confirmed: "Yes, they are all here."
"Oh, your manpower is much smaller than I thought." The blond man spread his hands.
“But they are all elites!”
Looking at the solemn expression of the snake vulture, the blond man pondered and smiled brightly again: "Of course, the reputation of the Poison Arrow Mercenary Group in the European and American mercenary circles has long been heard, which is why I came here. By the way, we
Isn't this where the next conversation will take place?"
"Of course not, please!" He breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand as an invitation.
"I hope you have prepared coffee, haha, just kidding, please."
... Let’s not mention the negotiation scene inside the factory for now. I will only say that about ten minutes after the Porsche sports car came over, on the main road in the distance, a tattered Volkswagen with its lights turned off early quietly walked beside the road.
Stop.
"Here?" Looking at the pitch-black wilderness buildings around him, and then at the faint lights that were still a long way away in the distance, the man who called himself Lv Ke looked stunned.
Tang Chao turned off the engine and nodded: "Yes, my friend and I have an appointment here." The implication is that it can only be sent here.
"How about we stop driving forward?"
Tang Chao shook his head with a firm attitude. "Okay." The man nodded helplessly, picked up his backpack and opened the door. He thought of something and sat back, "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. Little brother, how much is the fare?"
There is nothing wrong with these words, and they are very kind, just like that honest and smiling face. But the prerequisite is that you ignore the fruit knife in his hand that seems to be turning intentionally or unintentionally - it was used to peel apples before, and now it is
The purpose is not very clear.
Tang Chao didn't seem to see this scene. He turned his head and squinted his eyes, observing the abandoned industrial park in the distance. At the same time, he reached into his arms and took out a black pistol. He rotated and installed the silencer and replied casually: "Just watch it."