Battlefield Contract Worker

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Cape Town, inside an old house near Table Mountain. ︾乐︾文︾小︾ said | Angel sat in a dark corner, he seemed extremely tired. His gray hair and dark eyes made him look even older. He had a shotgun in his hand, almost as old as he was, but still hard and cold.

A few days ago, he relied on this shotgun and dragged a prosthetic leg to fight through a group of mercenaries. That's a tough bunch of guys, and much younger than him. Angel poured a sip of wine into his mouth, couldn't help smiling bitterly, and muttered, "Sure enough, time is the biggest enemy of man."

The wound on his abdomen was already inflamed, a stab wound from a saber. Just before he shoots him, the mercenary stabs him. If his legs can move a little more flexibly, he can avoid this knife. But there were no ifs and assumptions in actual combat, and this vicious knife almost cost him his life.

This guy is really ruthless, just as ruthless as he was back then. Angel smiled, his smile weary and melancholy. He knew that the knife didn't hurt his internal organs, otherwise he wouldn't be able to live until now. The wound has been sutured, and he has done everything himself. However, he still needs medication to control the deterioration of the injury.

However, Sancho has not returned. This made Angel a little worried.

Suddenly he heard the sound of someone walking outside, Angel calmly picked up the shotgun in his hand and pointed to the door.

Angel didn't put down the gun until there were a few rhythmic knocks at the door, because the one he knew was Sancho.

After Sancho came in, he put a paper bag in front of him. "This is for you." Sancho sighed, looking at Angel. "Old miser, how many people have you offended?"

"What?" Angel frowned.

"There are a lot of people out there looking for you. I almost won't be able to come back." Sancho shook his head.

Angel took out a few bottles of medicine from the paper bag, looked at it, nodded and took it. While drinking water, he turned his head and said, "Morning Star's mercenary?"

"There seems to be another group of people, who should also be mercenaries." Sancho shook his head and said, "That Chinese person seems to know you, saying that he is the one who often drinks free wine. You should know, where did these people come from?"

"Free wine, Chinese?" Angel thought for a while. "Is there another Chinese in his thirties, with a strong but slender figure, and a pretty blond girl?"

"There is also a strong Chinese I didn't see, but there is a guy with glasses who looks like a Chinese. The blonde woman you mentioned seems to be there." Sancho recalled, "What's the matter? Problem?"

Angel's face changed greatly, "Damn, that's the UFO team. They are all from Morningstar. But how could they let you go?"

"They said they were here to protect you, and that the silver wolf asked them to come. They also gave me an address and a phone number, and told me to give it to you when I saw you. They also said that you would want to see them." Sancho Frowning, "They don't seem to be hostile."

"I can't trust anyone now." Angel shook his head. "They do know me, but there is no difference. The guy who stabbed me with a knife used to mess around in my bar. But an order came down, Don't you want to kill me anyway? This is a mercenary. Besides, they claim to be the Silver Wolf, what can they prove?"

"So I didn't tell them." Sancho nodded.

"No, they let you go on purpose, will they follow you all the way here?" Angel frowned.

Sancho shook his head. "Not really. I tried it carefully several times, and I'm almost certain that no one is following behind me."

"No! Even so, we can't stay here anymore. We must find another place." Angel said with some difficulty, "We must leave immediately!"

"This is the warehouse where I store my wine. No one knows about it. It's very safe." Sancho frowned at Angel and said, "There may be mercenaries from the Morningstar Company at any time outside. And you can escape to the where to go?"

"It's better to escape anywhere than to wait to die here." Angel said solemnly, "Get ready, we'll go right away." As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed. Because there are people outside the door, not only people, but also humming an old song. It's a classic blues tune, Angel's personal favorite, because it's played every day in his bar.

Someone humming outside knocked on the door, "Can I come in? I know you must have weapons in your hands. But I can assure you, I have nothing in my hands. I'm just here to help."

Sancho's expression changed, and he whispered, "It's the Chinese!"

Angel nodded and said, "Come in slowly. Put your hands where I can see, and it's best not to make any extra moves. Once you make me misunderstand, the gun in my hand will also misunderstand."

The door opened, and Lin Rui stood outside with a smile on his face. He raised one hand helplessly and said, "Sorry, I can only raise one hand. Because the other hand is wrapped in bandages, it is really inconvenient."

"Come in, close the door!" Angel said coldly.

Lin Rui walked in, closed the door, and shrugged, "Can we put down the gun and talk?"

"No, I first want to hear what you have to say~www.wuxiahere.com~ and then decide whether to use the gun in my hand." Angel calmly held the shotgun in his hand.

"How did you find this place!" Sancho said angrily, "How did you follow me." He felt brooding about being followed by Lin Rui. He was a local snake in the streets and alleys, and he had never been followed by anyone. Keep up with what happens.

"Well, in order to show goodwill, I can tell you." Lin Rui shrugged, "Remember the baguette in your paper bag? Take it out and break it open, you will find that I put a bag inside. GPS locator. Sneaked in while I was checking your belongings in front of you."

Sancho's expression changed, and he quickly dug out a long loaf of bread from the big paper bag. Sure enough, he found that a black signal transmitter was stuffed inside. He threw it to the ground angrily, crushing it with his feet.

"The s-7 military-type position transmitter." Angel said slowly, "The way of hiding in the bread is beautifully done."

"I know it's a bit rude to do this, but I have no ill intentions. Angel, I came to you on behalf of Silver Wolf." Lin Rui looked at Angel and said, "And of course Long Zhengwu, Mr. Long."

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