Battlefield Contractor

Cape Town, inside an old house near Table Mountain. ︾Le︾wen︾小︾say|Angel sat in a dark corner, and he seemed extremely tired. The gray hair and dim look made him look even older. He held a shotgun in his hand, which was almost as old as his age, but still solid and hard.

A few days ago, he was relying on this shotgun, dragging a prosthetic leg, and broke out among a group of mercenaries. It was a group of difficult guys, and much younger than him. Angel took a sip of wine, couldn't help smiling bitterly, and muttered, "Sure enough, the greatest enemy of man is time."

The wound on his abdomen was already inflamed, it was a stab wound from a saber. Just before he shot the opponent, the mercenary stabbed him. If his legs can move a bit more flexibly, he can avoid this cut. But there were no ifs and assumptions in actual combat, and this fierce cut almost killed him.

This guy is really cruel, just as cruel as he was back then. Angel smiled, his smile tired and melancholy. He knew that the knife didn't hurt the internal organs, otherwise he would not be able to live until now. The wound has been stitched up and everything is done by himself. However, he still needs drugs to control the deterioration of his injury.

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

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

Angel didn't put down his gun until there were several rhythmic knocks at the door, because he knew it was Sancho.

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

"What?" Angel frowned.

"A lot of people outside are looking for you. Almost even I can't come back." Sancho shook his head.

Angel took out a few bottles of medicine from the paper bag, took a look and nodded. While drinking the water, he turned back and said, "Morningstar's mercenary?"

"It seems that there is another group of people, and they should be mercenaries." Sanqiu shook his head. "The Chinese seems to know you, saying that he is the one who often drinks free alcohol. You should know, what is the origin of these people?"

"Free wine, Chinese?" Angel thought for a while, "Is there still a Chinese in his thirties, who is strong but dangling, and a beautiful blond chick?"

"There is also a strong Chinese man I haven't seen, but there is a guy with glasses who looks like a Chinese. The blond woman you mentioned seems to be there." Sancho recalled, "What's the matter? Is it a problem?"

Angel's face changed drastically, "Damn it, that's the UFO team. They are all from Morningstar. But why did they let you go?"

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

"I can't trust anyone right now." Angel shook his head, "They do know me, but there is no difference. The guy who stabbed me with a knife has been in my bar before. But with an order, Don’t you still want to kill me? This is a mercenary. Besides, they claim to be the Silver Wolf, what can 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, "That's not the case. I tried it very carefully several times, and it's almost certain that no one will follow."

"No! Even so, we can't stay here anymore. We must find another place." Angel started with some difficulty, "We must go now!"

"This is the warehouse where I store wine. No one knows it. It's very safe." Sancho frowned and looked at Angel. "You may run into Mercenaries from Morningstar at any time. And you can escape to where you are. Where to go?"

"It's better to escape anywhere than to wait for death here." Angel said in a deep voice, "Be prepared, we'll go right away." As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed. Because there are people outside the door, not only people, but also an old song. This tune is a classic blues song, Angel’s personal favorite song, because he plays it every day in his bar.

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

Sanqiu's face changed, and he whispered, "It's the Chinese!"

Angel nodded and said, "Walk in slowly. Put your hands where I can see it, it's best not to make any unnecessary movements. If you make me misunderstand something, the gun in my hand will also misunderstand."

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

"Come in and 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 want to hear what you say first, 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!" Sangqiu said angrily, "How did you follow me." He felt sorry for being followed by Lin Rui. He is a local snake in these streets and has never been killed. Keep up with the situation that can't be thrown away.

"Well, to show kindness, I can tell you." Lin Rui shrugged, "Do you remember the baguette in your paper bag? Take it out and break it, and you will find that I put one inside. GPS locator. When I checked your items in front of you, I secretly put it in."

Sanqiu's expression changed, and he quickly pulled out a long loaf from the big paper bag, and found that a black signal transmitter was stuffed inside. He threw it to the ground angrily, crushing it with his foot.

"S-7 military position transmitter." Angel said slowly, "The way it is hidden in the bread is beautifully done."

"I know it's a bit impolite to do this, but I'm not malicious. Angel, I came to you on behalf of Silver Wolf." Lin Rui looked at Angel and said, "Of course there is Long Zhengwu, Mr. Long."

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