The Death Knell

"Ton, ton, ton...ah!"

Wade raised his head and drank the bottle of beer in his hand, waving to the weasel for another bottle.

These past few months have been really fun. I became a mercenary. Although there were some twists and turns in the first mission, there were no problems after all. Then things got better. I made quick money by doing missions again and again, and now I have begun to have a lot of success. A life of unrestrained drinking and drunkenness.

During this period, he was very diligent and earned tens of thousands of dollars, but his savings still did not exist.

All his money was used to support the troubled girls in the bar. He was good-looking, generous, and could tell very dirty jokes. The girls liked him very much and called him "Big Fish".

In addition to numerous prostitutes, he also made many new friends.

For example, the man not far away wearing a Prajna mask and drinking through a straw is a good swordsman. He has a special ability to hear the sound of muscle fibers being cut by a sharp blade, which makes the sushi in his hand more powerful. That's a great thing.

Sensing Wade looking at him, the Japanese man nodded politely to him. After all, being a mercenary was just a part-time job. His job was to open a sushi restaurant. The mercenaries were all rich, so it was much easier to attract customers here.

The old man dozing next to the wall with his head down is 77 years old. He is one of the legends on the road. If he hadn't suffered from Parkinson's disease and Alzheimer's disease and needed to use a wheelchair and carry a urine bag when he went out, he would have been able to live a very comfortable life.

Seeing the old man holding a beer glass in his trembling left hand and bringing the urine bag in his right hand to his mouth, Wade grinned in disgust.

There is also the black beauty at the end of the bar, codenamed 'Ebony Widow'. She was once a king agent of Nigeria, the largest country in Africa, and came here to become a mercenary in pursuit of the American dream.

It's just that she seems to be dead now. Yes, you read that right. She was sitting there with stiff muscles and bleeding from all her orifices. She was already dead in the confusing light.

Wade sighed. He had told her a long time ago that her codename would cause trouble. The real Black Widow is an assassin from SHIELD. How can you, a foreigner, fight against such a large organization?

In order to observe a moment of silence for his colleagues, and to show the Black Widow who might still be lurking somewhere, that he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, Wade picked up the bottle and took a sip of wine.

He didn't know the names of these new friends, but did the mercenary's name matter?

The code name you get when you enter the industry is often something that stays with you throughout your life.

Wade doesn't have a code name yet. He hasn't thought about it yet and has been wavering between 'Handsome Wade' and 'Beautiful Wilson' because he feels that these short words are not enough to describe his excellence, but if the code name is too long, How do customers remember it?

The guy next to the vending machine holding a mop to clean up the vomit is an example. He is actually a mercenary, codenamed 'Fox', a hunter summoned by the monkey because he squeaked in anger after the monkey ate its grapes and didn't spit out the grape skins. '.

As a person, Wade appreciates his creativity and artistic spirit.

However, this code name is so damn hard to remember! This also resulted in this guy not being able to receive orders at all, and living in poverty. Even when he drank, he had to clean the bar to pay off his debts, and his head was bald.

"Mr. Wilson, how are you thinking?"

Speaking of baldness, the bald man sitting next to him asked him with a smile. This man was wearing a white shirt and a black suit, and his forehead reflected the light above the stage.

The dazed Wade came to his senses and blinked: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

The other party seemed to have a good temper. Even though the mercenary in front of him was obviously completely distracted, he had no objection and simply repeated his commission:

"Our boss's new pony was robbed. If you can get it back, it's ten thousand dollars."

"It's so confusing. Don't think I don't understand. Any pony worthy of using mercenaries to rob must be of racing level. Is that millions of dollars worth of goods? Or should you say your boss's horse is a Rainbow Pony toy?" ?”

Wade was a little excited when he heard about the commission, but maybe the price could be discussed later. He took the contract that the other party pushed over the bar. After suffering a loss on the first contract he entered, he specially signed up for a training class and studied the contract carefully. Law:

"Oh, your boss is an Arab. It is a custom in the Middle East to treat wives and concubines as belongings like donkeys and horses. Well, people are worthless, so ten thousand dollars is a fair price. But, why me?"

"Of course it's because your reviews are very good." The middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and clicked on an APP display called 'Mercenary Dianping.com': "Did you see it? In the past, many of your customers used this software. They all gave you five-star reviews and praised your ability."

Of course there are some negative reviews, but they are only a small part and obviously not a problem.

It is worth noting that the positive reviews are often from anonymous female customers, claiming that the ‘additional services’ are worth the money.

"Is there such a thing?" Wade grabbed the phone and looked at it, a lewd smile gradually appeared on his face: "This software...is not bad."

The other party took back the phone, raised the contract again and waved it to the mercenary: "Ahem, that's it anyway, have you considered it now?"

"He won't pick me up!"

Just when Wade was about to show off and try to see if he could raise the price, a big hand suddenly reached out from behind him and took away the stack of contracts.

When I turned around, I saw a masked man over two meters tall, dressed like a Mexican wrestler.

This is stealing business. Mercenaries are sometimes like taxi drivers, and competition is fierce.

‘When there is only one mission goal, even an open mission will only have one winner in the end, unless there is a man and a woman, or a pair of gays, or two robots, or...'

'wrong! ’

Wade shook his head. His thoughts were going too far. There were still people here who were choking. Why did he think of all kinds of exceptions?

It seems that I am too smart and my brain is too active!

"Brother, they are looking for me to discuss business. It's not good for you to do this." Wade sneered and stood up from the bar stool, raised his feet, pulled out a small .22 pistol from his shoe, and clicked Shot on the bar.

The surrounding atmosphere became heavy. The weasel at the bar secretly dumped an ice bucket, put the bucket on his head like a helmet, and shrank into a corner.

Killing is prohibited in Sister Margaret's bar, but to put it another way, as long as no one is killed, anything is fine.

Even if you can't get along with someone and cut the other person into a skeleton with a thousand cuts, as long as the skeleton is still breathing before being taken out of the bar, it won't be a problem.

As for cutting off limbs, disemboweling the abdomen to remove organs, breaking bones all over the body to cause high paraplegia, etc., to say that these are trivial would be a bit over the top. I would call them medium trivial, and you can do the same here.

What mercenaries eat is licking blood from the edge of a knife. If their skills are inferior to others, they deserve to die.

Wade shot out his pistol just to intimidate such reckless men. Times have changed. Being big and strong is useless. He has a gun!

However, the other party looked at the lady's small pistol, showed a contemptuous smile under the flashy Mexican wrestling mask, took off an M40 grenade launcher from his back with his backhand, and slapped it on the bar with a bang.

The gap between the small pistol and the launcher was simply indescribable. While holding the contract, the other party raised his chin and looked at the short Wade with his nostrils.

The blond mercenary's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed.