Spot Shot is one of the few surviving mercenaries of the Predators. He was also one of the lurkers who released him after returning to the base. After returning to San Francisco, he lived in a mountain with few people, relying on hunting for a living, and repeatedly recalled the lurkers.

The more I thought about what they said, the more doubtful I became.

Burst is a member of the U.S. Marine Corps who was drafted out to take on tasks and transformed into a mercenary. At first he thought it was a mission requirement, but later he found out that this was true. They had all become mercenaries and could no longer become members of the U.S. Federation.

Soldiers. They no longer fight for honor, but for money and bitches, yes, for both.

He once felt particularly chilled, but his superiors promised that they would restore their status after the mission was completed, and they would receive medals from the president. However, with the outbreak of the Libyan war, he saw less and less hope. After death,

They are nothing at all.

Where are the corpses and the corpses of our comrades? They are not placed in the national cemetery, which symbolizes the glory of soldiers. We don’t even know where the corpses are. This is nothing short of a tragedy.

"Bang!"

The gunfire sounded, an elk lay down on the ground, and two huge hounds rushed over quickly, dragging the elk towards the shooting position.

"Hey, burst shooting, good marksmanship." A praising voice sounded.

This is a strong young man, holding a bottle of red wine in his right hand and some vegetables in his left hand, with a smile on his face.

"Hurricane, hahaha..." Spot Shot smiled when he saw the person coming, pointed at the elk and said: "I just hit a big guy, you are in luck today."

He put down his gun, hugged Hurricane hard, and then walked into the house.

"I picked some cabbage on my farm today and I thought you would like it." Hurricane put the vegetables in the kitchen and turned around to stare at a photo on the wall.

This photo is a group photo of more than a dozen soldiers. In it, Dot Shot and Hurricane are smiling brightly. Hurricane remembers it very clearly. This is a group photo of a group of them after they passed the final examination of the Marine Corps.

"You bastards are in trouble, Jones, do you fucking know what Alice will become after you die? And Little John, you can't imagine how old your mother is now... You bastards

"The only ones left alive now are me and Dot..." Huan Huan smiled bitterly at the photo and cursed his former comrades.

"Maybe they're good." She patted Hurricane's shoulder in comfort.

"No, they are definitely not good. Their souls have not found rest. Can't you hear the meaning of the lurker? This is a conspiracy, a huge conspiracy. We cannot guarantee to take care of the families of these comrades one by one, but

We must let their souls rest in peace."

"Shhh..." Click shot made a silent gesture to signal Huanxiang not to get excited, and whispered: "We are under CIA surveillance, didn't you notice?"

"Of course I found it, and I even broke one of the bastard's teeth." Hurricane's face was full of anger, and he spat out: "Shot, what do you think we are fighting for? Honor? Conspiracy? Damn it.

, we did not betray the country, but we seemed to have become the country’s abandoned soldiers.”

The hurricane was so angry that after returning from the battlefield, they lost everything and had to live under the surveillance of the CIA. They were originally glorious federal soldiers, but now they are no different from prisoners, and all these mistakes are not

It's not them, they just follow orders.

"I have some information, maybe we can organize manpower to investigate." Dishe stared into the eyes of the hurricane and said: "As you said, we must let the souls of our brothers rest in peace!"

Egypt, Giza Highlands.

There were a lot of tourists today. A group of young men from the United States followed a charming tour guide and admired the unique miracle in the world.

If you pay attention, you will also find many single tourists holding cameras. They browse and take pictures casually, and then disappear silently into the crowd.

"I really want to squeeze her butt, it's so sexy." Huan Huan stared at the tour guide's butt with an ambiguous look on his face.

"Of course, you'd better take her to bed, hahaha..." Point Shoot laughed loudly.

"Look at me." Huan Huan stepped forward and said to the tour guide: "Hey, the weather is very good today. We are going back to the hotel. I wonder if I can treat you to a meal? Of course, this is my one-man treat for you.

I sent a date because I have many questions that I would like to ask you. I have to say that you are the most charming girl I have ever seen..."

Hurricane is very handsome and full of masculine aura, attracting the opposite sex wherever he goes.

"Why not?" the tour guide smiled charmingly.

It was obvious that the two of them hit it off right away, something that needs no elaboration.

At the end of the day's travel, Dianse made a gentle gesture to the deserted area in the distance, and then returned to the hotel with the others.

The next day, a group of them transformed into individual tourists, carrying travel bags and cameras into the deepest part of the northern part of the Giza Highlands.

"There is a haunted pyramid in the far north. I guess the problem lies there." Hurricane Chong said to the person next to him.

"Is it reliable?" Click asked.

"Absolutely reliable." Huan Huan said with a confident smile: "I put in a lot of effort last night, and that little girl told me everything in her excitement. She also told me that there was an appearance here about a year ago.

You can’t go wrong if you hear the sound of gunshots.”

"I believe in your ability. Women will always be conquered by you, hahaha..."

The group of people quickly took off their backpacks, took out various ceramic products from inside, then smashed the firearm parts exposed inside, and assembled them into rifles and sniper rifles.

At the same time, those who entered yesterday found their positions and moved closer, forming battle formations and marching toward the northernmost part of the Giza Highlands.

On the big bed of the hotel where Hurricane stayed, the charming female tour guide was still sleeping naked on the bed. The whole room was full of traces of battles. She must have been too tired last night, and she didn't even know someone came in.

With a "pop" sound, a thick palm slapped the female tour guide's butt hard, waking her up from her sleep.

"Huh?" The tour guide opened his eyes and found that the person who was flirting with him was not the handsome guy last night, but someone else.

"Oh, dear, I did as you said." The female tour guide didn't panic when she saw the person coming, but instead exposed all her body in front of him.

"Very good." Daofeng smiled and gently touched the female tour guide's body with his hand, feeling the amazing elasticity.

"Do you want it?" The female tour guide wrapped around Dao Feng, gently rubbed Dao Feng's arm with her bulging chest and said, "I want it, I want my money..."

"Of course." Dao Feng gently caressed the female tour guide's chest and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you told him about the haunted pyramid?"

"Of course, but that handsome guy is really strong..." The female tour guide's face exuded a strong sense of spring, and her lower body even started to feel wet.

"Very good." Dao Feng nodded, took out a stack of U.S. dollars and threw them on the bed. He smiled and said, "You can take the money now, and then you can die."

"What?" the female tour guide was startled.

Before she could react, Blade pinched her neck and broke her neck effortlessly. After killing the tour guide, Blade lit a cigar, threw the burning lighter on the bed, and turned around to leave.

go out.

This is because Zhao Ziyang is afraid that these guys are too stupid to find a place, otherwise there is no need to bother. But this is good, it can allow these guys who should be dead to enter the role faster, and letting them explore the path will always help him.

behavior.

South Africa, international airport.

The pregnant Linghu looked reluctant. She was going to be sent to China by Zhao Ziyang to give birth to a child. Although she was not happy, she still obeyed Zhao Ziyang's wishes.

Domestically, Zhao Ziyang has contacted Lu Dillon, who was once a conqueror in the UK. Lu Dillon, who was once a Chinese gangster in London, has transformed into an overseas Chinese who has returned to China to invest. He has transferred his career to China and managed lurking with the help of the president who used to manage EO's Senegalese business.

It is a prominent industry in the country.

The country is Zhao Ziyang's final destination. After all, the country is a relatively safe place where many external forces cannot penetrate. If anything goes wrong, he can move quickly.

"Luca, you go directly to my parents, they will take good care of you." Zhao Ziyang wrote a note to convey his meaning.

"Asshole!" Linghu glared at Zhao Ziyang and said angrily, "I've told you many times, this is my child and it has nothing to do with you."

Zhao Ziyang smiled when he heard this. He grabbed Linghu's hand and gently touched the ring on her hand. Then he kissed Linghu gently on the lips and gently stroked her soft hair.

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"Luca, you are safe there. If you want to know our news, you can contact us directly from China." Angel smiled at Linghu, not minding Zhao Ziyang's actions towards Linghu at all.

Linhu's eyes suddenly turned red. She stepped forward and hugged Angel tightly. She said something unknown in Angel's ear. Then she put her arms around Zhao Ziyang's neck and kissed Zhao Ziyang deeply on the lips.

"Be careful." Linhu warned Zhao Ziyang, and then took the little wild cat's hand and said: "Little wild cat, come back and see me when you are done with your work, okay?"

The little wild cat nodded solemnly and agreed to Linghu's request.

"You..." Linghu looked around at the mercenaries seeing him off, but in the end he didn't say anything.

She knew very well that after she went to China, she was afraid that most of these people would never be able to see her again. She really didn't want to leave, but Zhao Ziyang's opinion was very firm. Not only him, but also Angel also told her to go to China.

Zhao Ziyang patted Linghu on the head and raised his chin to indicate that it was time for her to leave.

"Yes." Linghu's eyes were red, he hugged Zhao Ziyang again, lowered his head and whispered: "The baby and I are waiting for you to come to us."

After finishing speaking, Linghu turned around and walked towards the boarding gate. Wu Nan, who was sending Linghu back, quickly followed. Zhao Ziyang told him that this was the biggest task, and he also firmly believed that escorting his sister-in-law and nephew back home safely was definitely the biggest task.

Task.

In fact, this was not only what Zhao Ziyang meant, but also what Zhao Zhengrong meant. Zhao Zhengrong knew what the next battle would be like, and selfishly, he was not willing to put his son in danger.

"Yang, let's go back. It's okay to have a tough guy to protect Luca. He has your style." Angel held Zhao Ziyang's arm and smiled at him.

Zhao Ziyang nodded, patted Angel's hand gently, and wrote on the back of her hand with his fingers: Germany.

"That's right, it's time to go back to Germany." Angel said with a self-deprecating look on her face, her eyes full of bitterness.

No matter what, as the leader of the regiment, she has to make an explanation to the mercenaries. Those who are alive are looking at her, and those who are dead are also looking at her. She wants to resolve the matter with Rose Duke, maybe this time
Chapter completed!