Marvel’s Death Merchant

When their team was safe, Bill also slept with everyone. He was also thinking about something while sleeping. Maybe all of this was what he should experience.

"Hey...Bruce, do you know what day it is today..." Andrew approached Bruce mysteriously.

"Who knows..." Bruce lay on the bed and didn't want to move. "The training for more than a month has made me want to die. It's almost over. Don't tell me what's there and what's not." "But... today seems to be Bill's birthday." Andrew continued. . "How about we help celebrate?"

"Tch...what's there to celebrate on that devil's birthday? He's the reason why we haven't had a good night's sleep in more than a month!" Jack said angrily. "You want to help him celebrate, I think you are out of your mind!" Jack cursed endlessly. "And how did you know it was his birthday?"

"I went to the camp command post to deliver documents last week and saw Bill's resume on the table..." Andrew said softly. "Krum, tell me what you think." Bruce asked Krum beside him. "Let me tell you, I think we should celebrate, because after all, he has done a lot for us this month. And if it weren't for him, we might still be squatting in a military prison." Krum shrugged. . "Let's do this. Let's hold a birthday party for him at the bar in the camp tonight." "That's right..." Bruce sat up. He sat on the edge of the bed, took out a cigarette and started smoking. "Okay, it's decided." Night fell, and there was darkness and silence in the tall rainforest in the distance, which was in sharp contrast to the rear training camp. The training camp was filled with lights, and many soldiers were drinking beer after a busy day and singing tune-changing songs loudly with the people around them. Under the starlight, this place seemed so cozy and out of place with the front line ahead. Bill walked alone in the camp. He had just come out of the camp command post and was walking towards the tavern in the camp. "Today...is the last day of training." Bill sighed. "Is it too much to send these people to an unpredictable battlefield?" Bill muttered silently in his heart. He shook his head slightly. "Maybe I'm thinking too much. They are the elites I selected. They are familiar with the harsh environment of the rainforest and have the best training results... there should be no problem, and there is also that Bruce..." Bill said to himself He walked to the front of the tavern. He looked at the tavern and looked very abnormal. The tavern no longer had the noise of the past, and it seemed very quiet without turning on the lights.

"..." This inexplicable silence made Bill's nerves tense. As a soldier, he felt that this was very abnormal. "Could it be...a sneak attack by the enemy?!" Bill turned around and looked around. There seemed to be no one else around but a group of drunken soldiers. He looked at the surrounding woods, and they seemed to be quite normal. "..." Bill swallowed. He took out his pistol. Holding a gun in his right hand, he slowly opened the door of the tavern with his left hand. The door opened slightly, and there was only a crack. Nothing could be seen from outside the crack, it was dark. "Okay..." Bill stood on the left side of the door. He mentally prepared himself and took a deep breath. Then he kicked his feet hard towards the door. "Bang..." The moment the door was kicked open, Bill rushed in. Just then, the lights came on. The group laughed and clapped.

"...This is..." Bill looked at the people in front of him and a small palm-sized cake on the table in the tavern, as if he knew something. "Happy birthday! Instructor Bill!" Bruce said with a smile. "Happy birthday! Instructor Bill!" Andrew also whispered. "Happy birthday! Instructor Bill!" Krum raised his black arm and said with a smile. "Tch..." Jack seemed very unhappy. "Happy birthday," Jack said, turning his face to the side. "Everyone..." Bill looked at the people in front of him and wanted to get angry but didn't know where to start. He smiled. "Thank you everyone. Today is the last day of training for everyone. The training is over, so please don't call me instructor next time, because we will be comrades in arms from now on. Just call me Bill." Bill shrugged. "Originally, I wanted to conduct a surprise training for you in the evening. I want you to have no regrets on the last day. However, for the sake of helping me celebrate my birthday, the training is over." "Okay!" J, who was originally carefree, heard that Bill Having said this, he is now happier than anyone else. "Then let's have a good drink tonight!" Krum took out a few dozen beers from the corner next to the table. "You won't come back until you're drunk!" After three rounds of drinking, everyone was exhausted, so they started talking nonsense under the influence of alcohol. "That...Instructor Bill...across..." Andrew said with a drunken smile. "You...you haven't said...which army you are from..."

"I told you not to call me instructor, call me Bill, or Handsome Bill, or Superman Bill." Bill also seemed to be very drunk. "I'm a Green Beret. I'm very powerful, right? The people inside are all from the elite." Bill said with a hint of alcohol. "Are they all elites?" Jack said with a smile. "Then... why do you... come to train us all this time?" "..." Bill fell silent after hearing this. "Those my comrades... they all died in the battle..." Bill looked a little sad when he said this. "You scum! Why are you talking about this topic?! My comrades... Although they are dead, they still live in my heart!" Bill said as he began to cry. Cried like a little child. Maybe it's because they are drunk that they can express their truest emotions like this? "You scumbags, can you understand?" Bill said while opening the door. "You scumbags, have you ever seen a real battlefield? The battlefield is changing rapidly, and... maybe the comrade next to you was by your side covering your right side one second, and the next second the rest is... All he had left was his helmet. The level of cruelty is not something that those of you who stay at the rear every day can understand! "Well... As expected, you did not disappoint me. "Bill said with a smile. "I know everything about you. Welcome everyone to join my team. This plan is called Jungle Storm! "

"Yes! We're excited to join..." Bruce said with a smile. "Bill, I have one more request." "Go on, I'll see what you scum can say." Bill drank a glass of beer and said with a smile. If this war doesn't end, we will die here sooner or later..." Bruce said seriously.

"You won't die so easily!" Bill frowned and said. I also hope I won't die, but I just hope..." Bruce gave it up, and then said with a smile. "If any of us die, the living people will wear sexy beauties' clothes to attend their funeral. funeral! Hahahahaha..."

(To be continued.)