The black devil's faces were all turned into rusty colors and were beaten.

More than 20 years ago, when everything he was familiar with was wiped out overnight, Pavlovic lived alone in the suburbs of Minsk, without cars because he didn't want to leave his house, without television, or listen to radio, because he didn't want to know anything outside. The world was already bad enough, why bother listening to bad news and making himself even more angry.

The Soviet Union was gone, the KGB was gone, and the black devil was gone. In a ridiculous way, none of these matters, but for Pavlovich, the meaning of his existence was gone.

Ten years ago, when an arms dealer came to him and hoped to ask him for work at an amount of ten thousand times higher than his pension, Pavlovich's mentality was not only disdainful, but also disdainful.

When did an arms dealer feel confident that he could help him do things? This is Pavlovich's only idea.

However, when the arms dealer promised to reunite with the old brothers and continue to work with his brothers, in fact, his brother was planning to come out, Pavlovich did not hesitate. No, he agreed to do things for an arms dealer without even thinking.

Pavlovich was very poor, he had no money, but he couldn't use it. The only reason for him to agree to come out was that he could continue with his old brothers. This reason was so powerful that he could not think and had no need to think.

After retirement for more than ten years, it was not that I had never touched a gun, but I had never really fired a gun, had never seen blood, and had never met with my old brothers. Despite this, Pavlovic insisted that no one in the world could beat him, and no one could beat his team. Of course, the team he used to be, the best team in the world, the most terrifying team.

Facts have proved that Pavlovich is right. Times have changed, and the black devil has not changed. They are still the black devil, the bloodthirsty and cold-blooded black devil, the invincible black devil.

Politicians, businessmen, whatever. As long as the arms dealer points out, it’s good to leave the rest to the black devil. They did a lot of things for the arms dealer, and Pavlovich felt that he had gained a new life in the process.

The time he worked for the arms dealer lasted for several years. When he had no opponent, the black devil was idle again. However, this time Pavlovich's heart was no longer full of anger, because he knew that even if the times changed, the black devil and he were old, the black devil was still the black devil, and he was still the one who was scary.

Pavlovich never uses a cell phone, but he has a cell phone at home that turns on 24 hours a day and never owes fees. The only reason for this cell phone is to answer the call from the arms dealer.

The Black Devil never took the initiative to contact his teammates. It was like this back then, and it is still the same now. Even if he has retired, even if the KGB is gone, even if he is extremely eager to meet his old comrades, even if he already has his mobile phone number, Pavlovich would not take the initiative to call them.

The Black Devils only come together during the battle. It turns out that this is the case, and it is still the case now. Moreover, the members of the Black Devil are comrades-in-arms, but they are not friends. So there is no reason for them to call and reminisce about the past like other old people.

It has been four years since I received no notice or chance to meet my old comrades. Pavlovic thought that the arms dealer would not look for him anymore, but he received another call, so he came again, although this time it was not the convening order issued by the arms dealer he was familiar with.

Pavlovich came. Although the task this time was different from before, he completed the task extremely perfectly, and then things were different.

Pavlovic knew that he was a stubborn person. Now, he was a stubborn old man, but stubbornness came from pride. He was really a person who was extremely proud.

Pavlovich is the commander of the Black Devil, the commander of the squad, not the commander-in-chief, but this identity is enough to be proud of his life.

But Pavlovic is now feeling that the invisible but extremely strong embankment in his heart is cracked by huge waves, and it seems to be about to collapse because it is impacted. Although it has not yet collapsed, it is already shaking.

Confused, confused, and afraid.

Having changed the tactics five times and had failed six times, Pavlovich still couldn't figure out why their enemy, the mercenary group named Satan, could kill them all one after another.

No matter how you do it, you will be hit by a headache. For the first time, Pavlovic thought he was careless, so he began to face the enemy, but what followed was a group destruction again and again, and a disastrous defeat without the power to fight back.

It was obviously just a mercenary group, a mercenary group that he would not look at directly, that's just.

But why can a mercenary group destroy the black demon group he commanded again and again? Has the black demon lost the ability to confront a mercenary group head-on?

Pavlovic dared not think about it anymore, although this thought would come out from the bottom of his heart again and again. After shaking his head vigorously, he said in a deep voice: "Change the tactics and we will all scatter! We will all scatter, fight each other, pay attention to the timing, they will absolutely not be able to defend. As long as there is one person, as long as one person can enter their core area, we will win this battle!"

To completely abandon the advantages of team combat and fight entirely on individuals, the risk of doing so is very high. Even if you win, you will win. There will not be many people who survive, but Pavlovic no longer cares about it. What he needs now is victory, not complete victory.

Pavlovic firmly believed that with the super personal ability of the Black Devil members, he could win the mercenary group even if he fought alone, but ten minutes later, his wish was shattered again.

This battle lasted for ten minutes, longer than any previous one, and even "killed" two of the opponents. However, two of the opponents died, but the Black Devil was still defeated, with no dispute and helpless defeat.

After being shot, you will spray smoke, but the cigarette has been sprayed, so after being shot, the gun in your hand cannot be fired, but you will no longer spray smoke on your body.

Pavlovich stood at the street corner in a daze. He was already very close to the enemy, but he was still suppressed by the enemy with superior firepower and was shot dead from behind.

Why can they always gather superior forces, and on every front? Now the black devil is divided into a twelve-day independent front, why can they still do it?
Chapter completed!