Zhao Ziyang, who was running to the north of the jungle, had reached the end of the competition, but he did not go to the end. Instead, he sat on a big tree.

In two days and two nights, he got rid of the special forces of other countries and even killed the special forces of several countries because these special forces posed a threat to him. The gun contained live ammunition and he was absolutely merciless. It seemed that it was not a competition but a competition.

It's like a life and death battle.

Every time he kills a special soldier who wants to take his life, he will ask the other person the time and the reason why he wants to kill him. But the time mentioned is always two years later when he thinks the time is, which means that he can determine that he is indeed

Lost my memory.

Another very important point was that he found out from a British special forces soldier that he was indeed a member of the international mercenary organization and belonged to the Lurker mercenary group, and the British special forces soldier told him with a face full of hatred.

, which lets him know that this is true.

At this moment, Zhao Ziyang finally believed what Angel said, but he didn't know that Angel was fake, but he thought it was true, because those blue eyes made him feel extremely kind. If he was not a close person, he would never

This feeling will occur.

In this way, the question before him is whether to enter the key points and follow the domestic military personnel back to the country. Maybe he can return to the army after returning to the country, but he is sure that it will be different from what he imagined when he returns. He will be controlled, no

He has no personal freedom at all. The domestic military will not believe that he has lost his memory, and after facing the pursuit of various countries for two days and two nights, he knows very well that these countries must have something important to do to kill him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ziyang left the finish line and chose to continue heading north. He didn't know where he would reach the north through the jungle. In his memory, no one told him where he was when he came to participate in the competition. Anyway, let's leave here first.

After walking through the jungle, Zhao Ziyang came to a small town. This town was not big, but it was relatively prosperous. The reason for the prosperity was that it was very close to Russia and it also served as a treaty port.

Dressed in camouflage, Zhao Ziyang only carried a loaded pistol and a saber. He had no money and no identity. When he walked into the town with unkempt hair and unkempt hair, he found that he did not cause much reaction from the residents of the town.

This is a relatively free trading town, and there are always people from all walks of life entering: drug dealers, arms dealers, gamblers, veterans, etc. There are many people dressed like him, and they are not legitimate people at first glance.

Hungry, the only thing Zhao Ziyang felt now was hunger. He stared at a small store selling turkeys and kept swallowing his saliva.

The supplies obtained in the jungle have long been eaten up, and the road from the jungle to this town is completely deserted. There is no way to hunt any animals to satisfy hunger, not even a worm. For two days and two nights, Zhao Ziyang did not eat a bite, so now

Seeing the browned turkey makes me want to rush to it.

Touching the pistol and saber, Zhao Ziyang walked towards the store selling turkeys.

"Hello, bring me a turkey." Zhao Ziyang entered the store generously and sat down, regardless of whether the store allowed customers to dine inside.

Zhao Ziyang speaks English, and the official language of Estonia is English, so there is no communication problem.

The boss glanced at Zhao Ziyang and wondered what he was doing, but he quickly placed a huge turkey in front of Zhao Ziyang.

The hungry Zhao Ziyang didn't care about anything. He stretched out his hand to tear off a turkey leg that was as thick as his forearm and chewed it. Although the roasted turkey was not very good, for him, a down-and-out guy who had been hungry for two whole days.

But it is extremely delicious.

Under the watchful eye of the boss, Zhao Ziyang ate up half of the turkey in a hurry, and wrapped the remaining half in a newspaper to prepare for his next meal.

"Money." The boss asked Zhao Ziyang for money naturally.

"I have no money." Zhao Ziyang smiled shyly and told the boss this fact.

As soon as Zhao Ziyang said he had no money, the boss immediately changed his expression and took out his phone to call someone.

This is a mixed place. Who can do business here without a small circle and small influence?

"Wait." Zhao Ziyang reached out and grabbed the boss's phone and hung up, and said to the boss: "I don't have money, but I have something that can be worth your turkey."

After saying this, Zhao Ziyang took out his pistol and put it on the table.

It's not impossible to have money in a place like this, as long as you give something equivalent to the money, even if your wife is pretty, you can give it in exchange for a meal. The concept of law is very weak here, here

There are rules here.

"M1872 military revolver, revolver chamber, caliber 0.44 inches, walnut grip, trigger, trigger guard, receiver, revolver composed of 6 chambers, antique-grade pistol produced by East Hartford Gunsmith Company,

The ones that survive are all in museums." Zhao Ziyang pointed to the pistol and continued: "This was given to me by an American friend of mine. It is very collectible. I think you can exchange it for a turkey."

The boss was very interested in picking up the pistol and playing with it, with a smile on his face.

"Hey, friend, this gun is really good, so I'll take it, haha..." The boss was very happy and put the pistol on his waist.

This pistol was turned over by Zhao Ziyang after he killed an American special forces soldier. This gun is indeed an old antique. It is valuable to those who know the goods, but to those who do not know the goods, it is worthless. Its value

The main thing is whether it was produced by East Hartford Gunsmith. You have to know that this kind of pistol was very popular during the Civil War, but it was rarely a high-quality product produced by East Hartford Gunsmith.

Lifting half of the turkey on his shoulder, Zhao Ziyang was about to walk out, but was stopped by his boss.

"Friend, I think you must be in need of money very much now, right?" the boss asked loudly.

"No, I don't need money." Zhao Ziyang smiled.

"No, no, no," the boss said, waving his hands: "Don't get me wrong, I won't let you work for me, you will make me poor. What I mean is, are you interested in joining a mercenary? Joining a mercenary can not only make money.

, and there are also fine wines and women.”

"I never thought about it." Zhao Ziyang shook his head. He didn't want to have anything to do with mercenaries.

"Hey, you can think about it. There is a group of mercenaries who are going to the Caucasus to do a big deal. Maybe you can make a lot of money, hahaha..."

This sentence made Zhao Ziyang's heart move. What he is worried about now is how to enter Russia from here and then return to China. If he joins this group of mercenaries, he will naturally be able to enter Russia easily. Otherwise, he doesn't know when he will be able to rely on his two legs.

to arrive.

"Really? How big a deal is it?" Zhao Ziyang asked curiously.

"Anyway, it's a big deal. They are recruiting soldiers. Look, in that yard, there are many young people like you who are willing to try your luck. Why don't you try too?" The boss pointed to a man who was approaching the end of the street.

The courtyard said to Zhao Ziyang.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the boss's finger. The yard was very deserted and there seemed to be no one there.

"Thank you." Zhao Ziyang thanked him and strode toward the yard where mercenaries were recruited, carrying the turkey.

There is a mercenary recruitment form posted at the door of the yard. The daily salary is one hundred dollars. If you go on a mission, you will get a mission subsidy. If you die in battle, you will also get a large settlement allowance. It seems that the conditions are pretty good.

.

This condition is good because Zhao Ziyang has heard that the U.S. dollar exchange rate is good. If converted into RMB, one hundred U.S. dollars costs more than 700 yuan, which is 700 yuan a day, which is 21,000 yuan a month, which is much higher than the salary he received in the army.

After losing his memory for two years, Zhao Ziyang used the habitual thinking of being in the army no matter what problem he was thinking about. If it were him a few days ago, he would definitely have sneered: In his eyes, such a mercenary group is nothing at all.

Anyone who pulls out any one of them can destroy them all.

But now Zhao Ziyang feels that it's not bad. He can enter Russia, he has money, and the most important thing is to take care of his food.

"Hey, young warrior, do you want to be a mercenary?" A middle-aged man sitting behind a table in the yard shouted to Zhao Ziyang at the door: "We are the best mercenary group, and you will enjoy it here.

Receive treatment that other mercenary groups cannot enjoy. Our warrior mercenary group has traveled all over the world, subverting governments in Africa, killing drug lords in South America, and quelling rebels in the Middle East. Of course, you can't get

Money does not matter, you have to accept our most formal training. All our instructors are real warriors who have survived hundreds of battles. Joining us is like a window opened by God for you, full of freshness and excitement. The most important thing is

You can make money, a lot of money, you know? As long as you have money, you have everything in the world. Obviously, we are never short of money. As long as you can kill ten enemies, you will automatically become a veteran and receive

Extra bonus…”

The middle-aged man kept talking to Zhao Ziyang about how good their mercenary group was. In the end, it seemed as if all the mercenary groups in the world were defeated by them, and they were not even worthy of carrying their shoes.

"I'll join." Zhao Ziyang interrupted the other party directly and chose to join this mercenary group called Warriors.

"Hey, that's great. Joining the Warriors means that you will become a star that everyone is looking for, your family will be proud of you, and your woman will scream for you, because you are a hero, an out-and-out hero...

"

Zhao Ziyang laughed bitterly when he heard this. If his parents knew that he had become a mercenary in front of soldiers, they would have to break his legs.

"Come on, come on, just write your name on this piece of paper." The middle-aged man took out a piece of paper and asked Zhao Ziyang to sign his name.

The content on the paper is very simple. It is nothing more than the issue of responsibility and compensation. Generally, mercenaries will have such a letter of commitment. Maybe it has no legal effect, but it represents a rule within the circle. You

You can't destroy it, you can only abide by it.

Zhao Ziyang happily signed his name on it, gave half of the turkey to the middle-aged man and said, "What should I do now? Can you pay me a hundred dollars in advance?"

"Of course." The middle-aged man said very grandly: "What you have to do now is to get your weapons and equipment, and then take a hot bath. In the evening we will find a very beautiful girl for you.

Before leaving, feel the pleasure on a woman’s belly, it’s so fascinating..."
Chapter completed!