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The battle that took place today may be a thrilling battle for others, and they may die accidentally.

Even Zhang Wei, Barron and others, who have experienced hundreds of battles, did not appear relaxed.

Although the job involves licking blood from the tip of a knife, no one wants to dance on the tip of a knife every day.

In the entire team, except Ding Xiu.

A hearty battle did not make him afraid at all, but only a slowly burning blood, just like a chicken blood, very excited,

It has been more than ten years since he came to this world, and he has also been holding back for more than ten years.

Why has his skill gradually declined over the years and he is not as diligent as before?

The reason is very simple. What can you do if you practice? You can neither hit nor kill. Every time you hit, you will break the law, and every time you kill, you will go to jail.

So practice from time to time and regard it as a recreational activity to keep fit.

But today's battle suddenly aroused his blood. The bullet hit the enemy's forehead, and the pleasure of his men taking another life revived his extinguished martial arts heart.

Ding Xiu knew that maybe this was the only chance in his life for him to vent.

If you miss today, you will never miss it again.

That's why he followed.

Even if the road ahead is dangerous and may lead to death.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, it is the same as an old bachelor who has been holding back for eighty years encountering a female ghost who seduces him while walking at night.

Even though he knew there was danger, he would go ahead without hesitation.

Either the female ghost drains him dry, or he shakes the female ghost away.

Zhang Wei said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiu, you shouldn't have come."

"Why, you're afraid that I'll hold you back. Why don't we get out of the car and practice alone?"

Zhang Wei remained silent.

Of course he didn't mean it like this. Without weapons, Ding Xiu could beat him ten times.

But fists don't have the final say on the battlefield. These days, no one wants to play close quarters. Just like today, the distance between the two sides was hundreds of meters apart.

With only a pair of fists, what can you use to fight?

To put it bluntly, if you give Zhang Wei a gun, he can shoot ten Tysons, one with each shot.

It is true that Ding Xiu is strong, but it is difficult to say how he will perform on the battlefield. The two of them have never competed, so there is no way to compete. They cannot compete with one person and one gun.

"This brother is right, Brother Xiu. In fact, you don't need to come." Barron spoke much more directly: "If there is anything wrong with you, it will be an international event, the kind that will cause a sensation all over the world."

"In the future, you will go down in history, and people all over the world will praise you when they hear your story."

As he said this, Barron himself laughed.

If Ding Xiu died here, it would be 100% reported in the newspapers. Damn it, the famous movie star was a mercenary who shot him into the drug lord's lair.

Isn’t this news more sensational than Transformers?

"Why, you want to practice with me too?" Ding Xiu put the pistol away, raised his eyes, and met Barron's eyes in the rearview mirror of the car.

When their eyes met, Barron felt guilty and covered it up with a smile: "I am not your opponent. If you want to go, just go."

After more than ten years of working in the industry, Barron's gun killed many people. Not to mention killing hundreds of people, there were always dozens of lives.

He had only seen Ding Xiu's cold eyes with indifference and disregard for human life once.

It was an undercover plot he picked up three years ago. The target person was a gang leader with a cruel personality, who liked to kill and killed many people under his command.

The target person wasn't that strong, and he stabbed him through the throat within three moves of the fight.

But the aura is indeed ridiculously powerful, and the look in his eyes shows that he has killed countless people and regards human life as nothing.

Ding Xiu's expression at this moment was similar to that of the brutal gang leader, no, even more vicious than that.

Some people kill too many people, their minds become twisted, they behave strangely, and they have some mental problems.

Ding Xiu is different. He is insensitive to killing and has no emotions.

If he hadn't known that he was filming, Barron would have thought he had met a senior in the same industry.

"Boss, why are you so wild?" Barron's driving teammate asked curiously.

He stayed abroad all year round and didn't know Ding Xiu.

But he knew his boss, who was top-notch in their company in terms of marksmanship and skill. He couldn't even beat the boss, but he was still so young, so he couldn't help but be curious.

"Don't ask, just concentrate on driving." Barron leaned back, turned his head and said seriously: "I'll explain the process."

"Next, let's not call each other by names. I am No. 1 and Fox is No. 2." Fox is the driving teammate. Barron continued to say to Zhang Wei: "You are No. 3."

"You're number four, number five, number six, you're number seven."

Number seven is Ding Xiu.

"After arriving at the place, No. 2, No. 3, No. 7 and I sneaked into the house to assassinate the target. No. 4, No. 5 and No. 6 were responsible for covering."

"no!"

"no problem!"

Zhang Wei and Ding Xiu spoke almost at the same time.

Zhang Wei disagreed with Ding Xiu taking the risk, but Ding Xiu didn't care. The more people there were, the more excited he became.

If the thermal weapons in modern society were not too powerful, he could have fought through the gate alone in such a small scene.

Barron's eyes were uncertain: "How about you two discuss who has the final say?"

"Me!" Ding Xiuyan said concisely.

Barron glanced at Zhang Wei and saw that he was silent, then he said: "That's it, stop the car later and get over there while it's dark."

"We have several bags of equipment hidden there, and I will allocate weapons according to each person's position."

It was already night after Barron and others arrived at the town.

Parking the car outside the town, digging out the equipment that had been hidden beforehand, Barron distributed weapons to everyone.

Several assault rifles were given to a few people on the outside, and a few grenades were given to them.

The people responsible for the assassination were lightly armed, because they had to lurk and not be too ostentatious. Each person had two pistols and three magazines.

One magazine holds fifteen rounds, plus the two magazines that come with the pistol, for a total of seventy-five rounds.

Three hundred rounds of ammunition for four people.

If it can't kill the mission target, then all the weapons it brings will be useless.

Before entering the town, Barron gave Ding Xiu and others a simple make-up.

The head is wrapped in cloth, the face is painted black, and a beard is glued on, trying to match the characteristics of the locals.

When he was in the city before, Ding Xiu thought that there was already backward. Only when he arrived in the small town did he finally understand what backwardness meant.

At first glance, there are not many decent buildings at all. The ground is full of simple dirt roads. There are many houses similar to prefabricated houses on the side, and most of them are houses with mud walls.

A cement house is considered a luxury house here.

The local people are also very simple in their clothing. At first glance, they can only tell that they are poor.

Calmly, Barron led Ding Xiu and others to the depths of the town. It was much better here than outside.

At least there are cement houses, as well as second- and third-floor apartments, and even small shops.

However, the alleys are more complicated, and there are people standing guard at many intersections.

I don’t know how Barron did it, but he led a few people to the drug lord’s lair.

Outside the yard, Ding Xiu asked: "Is it that simple?"

Damn it, if I had known that I could reach my lair so easily, I would be able to come here alone.

Barron rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, we mercenaries can only fight with the wind. Who will do anything dangerous?"

"And are you a little overestimating these old haters? This is South Africa, a poor place. You thought there would be Gatling, rocket launchers, and sniper rifles, right?"

"Then how did you roll over before?"

Barron was depressed: "Don't mention it, this sad thing happened in the hands of a passing kid."

Who would have thought that a teenage boy would stare at them, then pull out a pistol and shoot at them.

The sound of gunshots alerted them, and then they were hunted.

The terrain here was complex, causing them heavy casualties.