Chapter 103: :vicious
Pierce frowned, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head, was smoking a cigarette, his cheeks were puffed up, and he seemed preoccupied.
Unknowingly, he walked back to the playground, and instantly everyone looked at him, with longing, pleading, puzzlement, fear and regret.
Buck's soft whine sounded like a bird just out of its shell...
"Pierce..."
Someone murmured something in a low voice and then closed their mouths.
hiss...
He could only hear the sound of him sipping a cigarette deeply alone, walked up to Booker, knelt down, took out a cigarette slowly, put it in his mouth under the terrified eyes of the other party, and even helped him light it himself He touched the little finger of his right hand and said calmly, "After taking this one, I will send you to see God."
pat...
The cigarette rolled from Buck's mouth.
Pierce frowned slightly, as if he was talking to himself, "You can't hold a cigarette, so what's the use of you?"
"Say it! What's the use of you!"
He stood up and kicked Booker in the face, and heard the sound of the other's nose breaking.
Ow!
The latter screamed, but then it stopped abruptly, Pierce strangled him tightly from behind, his face flushed, he punched the opponent's temple rhythmically, gritted his teeth, "Fake squid! Why are you forcing me?"
Booker began to roll his eyes.
"Hey, buddy, stop it... stop it." A white man exclaimed, wanting to stand up, but the priest, dog tooth, etc. who had already had an affair with Pierce stood up and pointed at each other, "Sit down! sit down!"
Anyway, they have long disliked Booker.
Comrades?
I treat you as a brother, why don't you show me your face?
fuck you!
You deserve it.
"Boss, that man is dying. Shall we..." Witt moved closer to Mister, who turned his head and blew on him, his voice still slightly muddy, "Why should we Tube?"
"But like this... killing people..." Witt frowned.
Mist wiped his forehead, put it under his nose to smell it, and said, "Mercenaries are never a few children pretending to be adults. Since you want to make money, you must abide by the rules of this industry. That idiot is so unprofessional, he wants more money? The boss sitting in the office dares to cross his legs and drink champagne, and send him to God."
It's so real.
It is greedy to ask for a salary increase yourself. The capitalists give you a salary increase because your use value and your ability to create benefits are far higher than your salary. From the beginning, you are just a toy of capital, but you have been from the beginning. Once you accept it, you have to respect his rules.
Mercenaries also have the spirit of contract!
Otherwise, why later when Saddam was chased by Ying Jiang holding a fork, his guards all dispersed, only a dozen mercenaries protected him, although in the end this guy was destined to burp, but that is The gap in strength cannot be made up.
Seeing that Mister didn't want to intervene, Witt could only sigh, and saw Booker's feet suddenly straightened, his eyes rolled up, and his struggle gradually decreased.
it's... so cold
Pierce gasped and stood up, sweat dripping from his forehead, burrowing into his eyes, his eyelids fluttering, and condescendingly swept over these veterans, "If you want to get out, just tell me, I don't want to be in a certain corner Bury another person here, do you want to go?"
The veterans fell silent, and then someone timidly raised his hand, "I..."
Everyone looked at him. It was a man with a face full of wind and frost. His eyes flustered when he was stared at, and he lowered his head flickering.
"Is there any more?" Pierce continued to ask with a serious face.
People raised their hands one after another. There were about seven or eight people. Most of the people here still understood what they were talking about.
money!
What can Tang Dao bring to them.
Money, dignity!
And this departure is nothing more than losing courage in the wandering life.
Gradually turned into a walking dead.
"Send them out." Pierce looked at the priest and patted him on the shoulder.
The priest lowered his head and breathed heavily, "Leave it to me."
"Others, go back to the dormitory." Pierce yelled, and the veterans slowly stood up and walked towards the dormitory, but some of them still turned their heads from time to time, looking very tangled.
"Thank you very much." He walked up to Mist and said with a smile.
"It's a matter of convenience, does the corpse want me to help you deal with it?"
Pierce nodded, "Bury it."
He glanced back at Booker, then dragged away with a slightly tired body. To a certain extent, he was selfish, because Booker had repeatedly disobeyed discipline, and in order to defend his position, Pierce had to kill him.
He felt that if God peeled off his heart now, half of it would be black.
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The priest called canine teeth and mosquitoes, and drove two SUVs to send out those who did not want to stay any longer.
There was no communication in the car, and there was a suffocating smell in the air.
Car tires sprawled across the rugged desert terrain, and finally...someone noticed something was wrong.
"This...doesn't seem right?" A black man shouted softly, but neither the driving priest nor the canine of the co-pilot spoke, which made him even more nervous. He stood up directly and was about to start, but at this moment the canine turned back Holding a Makarov pistol in his hand, "Sit down."
The priest stepped on the brake, stopped, pulled on the handbrake, and looked around, "It's right here."
"Get out of the car." Pointing his canine teeth, he said the same to the other people in the other car.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Mosquito looked at this scene in disbelief, but was scolded by the priest the next second, "Don't care about your business."
Everyone felt unknown and got out of the car slowly.
Stand side by side in a row.
The tattoo on the priest's cheek was entwined like a snake. He took out an MP5K submachine gun from under the car seat, with a cold face, he pulled the trigger and fired!
When the priest took out his weapon, the people below knew what was going to happen, some turned around and ran away, some stayed where they were and cursed...
"Fuck! Fuck! What are you doing, bastards."
Mosquito's eyes widened, and he jumped out of the car, trying to stop it, but he couldn't stand still, fell to the ground, raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, his lips trembling.
Kaka...
The MP5K submachine gun actually jammed.
The German ones are so shitty. In Africa, if you drop some sand in it, you have to stop cooking. Just like the American ones, they are not nasty at all.
The priest threw the submachine gun to the ground, took out a pistol from his waist, and shot at the "comrade comrade" who fell to the ground and howled.
"God bless you."
boom!
The bullet pierced the opponent's skull and killed him instantly.
The mosquito crawled over with hands and feet, looked at the corpse, grabbed the priest by the collar, and opened his **** mouth, "Bastard, why did you shoot? Why did you kill them? Why!?""
The canine teeth on the side were about to come up, but they were held down by the priest's hand. He stared at the mosquitoes, "I think, let them go back to being homeless, sleeping in the garage, eating the food that the rich people threw on the ground, and following wild animals." Dogs are grabbing cheese, it is better to send them to die, only God will have mercy on every poor person, this world is not friendly to the poor, will you let them go back to be dogs?"
"This is not an excuse for you to kill them, everyone has the right to choose their lives."
"Choose to be a poor man?" The priest smiled disdainfully, and forcefully broke away the mosquito's hand, "Do you think you are noble? Or compassionate? Ridiculous, naive and stupid idiot."
The priest doesn't want to go back to the **** red-light district, he has ambitions, he wants to exorcise those beautiful blonde girls from the Screen Actors Guild!
He didn't bother to explain to the mosquito.
In this world, the cheapest thing is a man without money.
"Take him, let's go back." The priest looked at the mosquito kneeling on the ground, and said to the canine teeth, he climbed into the driver's seat first, Gerbachio almost dragged the latter into the car, He threw it back and sat back in the co-pilot panting, "heavier than a pig."
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In this incident, if anyone is the most deeply touched person, it is John.
The boss is becoming ruthless, even killing his own people!
He was cruel and inhuman, and John even felt that if he was useless, would he be killed that day?
When this idea popped up in his mind, he shivered all over, his tailbone felt chilly, so almost everything was done with 100% of his energy.
Including, this time, the intelligence mission Tang Dao gave him.
"Oh? There's Bill Clemens' son in it?" Tang Dao, who was holding a teacup, took a sip, spit back the tea leaves on the tip of his tongue, closed the lid, and listened to John's report.
Bill. Clemens is the second largest jeweler in South Africa.
It is rumored to be worth close to 2 billion US dollars.
He is also the third shareholder of Mitcham in South Africa, and he owns 7% of the shares.
And this Mitcham is one of the big names in the South African military industry. The BXP submachine gun it produced was developed by the South African Mitcham company for the police and army in the mid-1980s, and it was put into production in 1988. At that time, the development of the BXP submachine gun was of great significance to the South African apartheid regime that was subject to international sanctions. When South Africa was able to freely import and export goods, the BXP submachine gun was also sold to foreign countries.
The most talked about is the "Iron Eagle" airborne combat vehicle released in 1992~www.wuxiaspot.com~According to the requirements of the military, Mitchum used the "Unimo" of the German Mercedes-Benz company Based on the chassis components of the "Card" truck, a 4×4 wheeled armored combat vehicle is designed, which is mighty and domineering!
It's just that this company is very low-key and few people know about it.
"Yes, his son's name is: Alex Barton Clemens. He called a dozen friends and planned to travel to the hinterland of the Sahara Desert."
"These rich second generations really have nothing to do."
Tang Dao smiled and squinted his eyes, and touched the teapot. It was bought from Lao Chen, and it was said that Zheng He brought it here during his voyages to the West.
He is thinking now.
Luke Mazzaro gave too little money.
Can I get a little trick from the inside?
Can you make money on both sides?
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