Chapter 103

Pierce frowned, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head to smoke, his cheeks were puffy and seemed preoccupied.

Unintentionally, he returned to the playground and immediately everyone looked at him with eyes of longing, begging, confusion, fear and regret.

Buck's soft moan sounded like a bird just coming out of its shell...

"Wait..."

Someone mumbled something and then closed their mouth.

hiss... He only heard the sound of him sipping his cigarette deeply, approaching Booker, kneeling down, slowly pulling out the cigarette, putting it in his mouth while the other person was looking at the group of terrorists and even helping him light it himself. fire. touched the little finger of his right hand, calmly said: "After taking this, I will take you to see God."

clap...

The cigarette popped out of Buck's mouth.

Pierce frowned slightly, as if saying to himself: "I can't hold a cigarette, so what's the point?"

"Say it! What good does it do you!"

He stood up and kicked Booker in the face, and heard the sound of his opponent's nose breaking.

Oh!

The latter shouted, but then suddenly stopped. Pierce squeezed him from behind, his face red, rhythmically hitting the other's temple, gritting his teeth, "Fake ink! Why did I force you?" ?"

Booker started rolling his eyes.

"Hey man, stop it… stop." A white man cried out, wanting to stand up, but the priest, Dog Tooth, etc., who had previously had an affair with Pierce stood up and pointed at each other: "Sit down! sit down!"

They haven't liked Booker for a long time anyway.

Comrades?

I consider you my brother, why don't you show me your face?

Kiss my ass!

You deserved it. "Boss, this man is dying. Should we..." Witt moved closer to Mister, who turned his head and breathed in his face, his voice still a little dark, "Why should we take the Tube?"

"But like this... murder..." Witt frowned.

Suong wiped his forehead, raised his nose to smell and said: "Mercenaries are never children pretending to be adults. Because you want to make money, you have to follow the rules of this industry. This idiot is so unprofessional that he wants more money? The boss sitting in the office dared to cross his legs, drink champagne and send it to God.

It's very real.

It's greedy to ask for a raise yourself. The capitalist raises your salary because your use value and ability to generate profit is much higher than your salary. From the beginning you are just a toy of capital, but from the beginning you are that toy. Once you accept it, you must follow its rules.

Mercenaries also have the spirit of contract!

Otherwise, why later, when Saddam was chased by Doanh Giang holding a fork, his bodyguards all dispersed, with only a dozen mercenaries protecting him. Although this guy was about to burp in the end, it was The gap in strength cannot be narrowed.

Seeing that Mister did not want to intervene, Witt could only sigh, seeing Booker's legs suddenly straighten, his eyes rolled back, and his struggling gradually subsided.

it's very cold

Pierce stood up panting, sweat running down his forehead, seeping into his eyes, his eyelids blinked, and condescendingly swept over these veterans: "If you want to go out, just tell me, I don't want to be somewhere else." ." Bury someone else's corner is here, do you want to go?

The veterans were silent, then someone timidly raised their hand: "I..."

Everyone is looking at him. He is a man with a face full of wind and frost. His eyes were confused when you looked at him, he bowed his head, wavering.

"Is there anyone else?" » Pierce continued to ask with a serious expression.

Everyone raised their hands in turn. There were about seven or eight people. Most people here still know what they're talking about.

money!

What the Path can bring them.

Money, honor!

And this departure is nothing more than the loss of courage in a wandering life.

Little by little it turns into a zombie.

"Send them." Pierce looked at the priest and patted him on the shoulder. The priest bowed his head and sighed: "Leave it to me.

"Everyone else, return to the dormitory." Pierce shouted, the veterans slowly stood up and walked towards the dormitory, but some of them still turned their heads from time to time, looking very confused.

"Thank you very much." He approached Mist and said with a smile.

"It's just a convenience. Does the body want me to help you handle it?"

Pierce nodded, "Bury him."

He glanced at Booker then walked away with a slightly tired body. To some extent, he is selfish, as Booker has repeatedly disobeyed discipline, and to defend his position, Pierce had to kill him.

He felt that if God took away his heart now, half of it would be black. …

The priest called in dogs and mosquitoes and drove two SUVs to drive away those who no longer wanted to stay.

There was no communication in the car, and the air was filled with a stuffy smell.

Car tires lie scattered across the rough desert terrain, and finally... someone notices something is wrong.

"That… doesn't look good?" A black man shouted softly, but neither the priest driving the car nor the co-pilot's dog spoke, which made him even more worried. He stood up directly, about to start, but at this moment the dog turned around and held the Makarov pistol in his hand, "Sit down."

The priest stepped on the brake, stopped, pulled the handbrake and looked around: "It's right here."

"Get out of the car." Pointing his fangs, he said the same thing to the others in the other car. "What you are doing?" Mosquitoes looked at this scene in disbelief, but the next second the priest scolded them: "Don't mind your own business."

Everyone felt strange and slowly got out of the car.

Stand next to each other in a row.

The tattoo on the priest's cheek is intertwined like a snake. He took out an MP5K submachine gun from under the car seat, pulled the trigger with a cold expression and shot!

When the priest pulled out his gun, the people below knew what was about to happen, some turned and ran, some stood still and cursed...

"Fuck! Fuck! What are you bastards doing."

The mosquito opened its eyes wide, jumped out of the car, tried to stop but couldn't stand still, fell to the ground, raised its head, opened its eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of it in amazement. , his lips trembled. Kaka...

The MP5K submachine gun really jammed.

The Germans are such bastards. In Africa, if you add sand, you have to stop cooking. Just like Americans, they are not bad at all. The priest threw the machine gun to the ground, pulled out a pistol from his belt and shot his "comrade" who fell to the ground and screamed.

"God bless you."

boom!

The bullet penetrated his opponent's skull and killed him instantly.

The mosquito crawled on its arms and legs, looked at the body, grabbed the priest's collar, opened its bloody mouth: "Bastard, why did you shoot? Why did you kill them? Why!?"

The fangs on the side were about to come out but were held back by the priest's hand. He looked at the mosquitoes: "I think we should let them become homeless again, sleep in garages, eat food that rich people throw on the ground and follow wild animals." Dogs catch cheese, it's better for them to die, only God has mercy on every poor person, this world is not friendly to the poor, will you let them become dogs again?

"This is not an excuse to kill them, everyone has the right to choose their life."

"Choose to be poor? The priest smiled contemptuously and forcefully broke the mosquito's hand, "Do you think you are noble? Or compassionate? Ridiculous, naive, stupid."

The priest doesn't want to return to this damn red light district, he has ambitions, he wants to expel these beautiful blondes from the Screen Actors Guild!

He didn't bother to explain to the mosquito.

The cheapest thing in this world is a man without money.

Take him away, let's go back. The priest looked at the mosquito kneeling on the ground and said to the dogs, it got into the driver's seat first. Gerbachio almost pulled the latter into the car, threw it back and sat in the passenger seat panting, "heavier than a car." pig.

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In this incident, if anyone was most deeply affected, it was John. The boss became cruel, even killing his own people!

He was cruel and inhumane. John even thought that if he was useless, would he have been killed that day?

When this idea came to mind, he shivered all over, his tailbone was cold, so almost everything was done with 100% effort.

Among them, this time there was also the intelligence mission assigned by Duong Dao.

"Oh? Is Bill Clemens' son in there?" Duong Dao was holding a cup of tea, taking a sip, spitting tea leaves on his tongue, closing the lid, and listening to John's report. Bill. Clemens is the second largest jeweler in South Africa.

It is rumored to be worth nearly $2 billion.

He is also the third largest shareholder of Mitcham in South Africa with a 7% stake.

And this Mitcham is one of the big names in the South African military industry. The BXP submachine gun manufactured by the company was developed by the South African company Mitcham for the police and army in the mid-1980s and went into production in 1988. At that time, the development of the BXP submachine gun was of great importance to the world economy. The apartheid regime in South Africa was the subject of international sanctions. When South Africa was free to import and export goods, BXP submachine guns were also sold abroad.

The most mentioned is the "Iron Eagle" aerial combat vehicle launched in 1992~www.mtlnovel.com~At the request of the military, Mitchum used the "Unimo" of the German company Mercedes-Benz. Based on the components of the "Card" truck chassis, a powerful and domineeringly designed 4×4 armored fighting vehicle!

It's just that this company operates very secretly and not many people know about it.

"Yes, his son's name is: Alex Barton Clemens. He called dozens of friends and made plans to go to the hinterland of the Sahara desert. »

"These second-richest people really have nothing to do."

Duong Dao smiled, narrowed his eyes and touched the teapot. It was purchased from Lao Chen and it is said that Zheng He brought it here during his travels in the West.

Now he is thinking.

Luke Mazzaro gives too little money.

Can I have a little inside tip? Can you make money on both sides?

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