Luo Yaman is a top mercenary. Even though he is a black man from Africa, he is very skilled in firearms, electronics, computers, close combat, etc. At this time, he was standing in the hotel bathroom, looking at his back in the mirror.
Luo Yaman didn't know how he got here. After he woke up, he was lying in this hotel room. But even though he didn't know where he was, he keenly felt something strange somewhere in his body.
Through the mirror, Luo Yaman saw a small red wound on his back near his cervical spine. He gently pressed the wound behind him and could feel that there was something small but hard hidden underneath.
Judging from experience, Luo Yaman believed that what was implanted in his body should be some kind of GPS positioning device. The purpose was to monitor himself so that he could control his movements anytime and anywhere.
It's a normal little trick, but there is no rule in the competition rules that players cannot take out the locator on their own.
Luo Yaman observed carefully. The location of the wound was very clever. It was difficult for both hands to touch it at the same time. It was difficult for ordinary people to take out the items inside by themselves. But this was not a problem for Luo Yaman. He took out scissors, tweezers, needles and thread from the first aid kit, disinfected them with alcohol first, and then tried his best to stretch his arms back, only to hear a "click" sound of loosening bones. , his arms twisted into incredible curvatures.
Then Luo Yaman relied on the reflection in the mirror to skillfully use scissors to open the wound that had not completely healed. He quickly used tweezers to take out an object only the size of the nail of his little finger from the wound. The object was still flashing with red light. .
Luo Yaman looked through it for a few times and then threw it into his mouth. Then he used a needle and thread to sew his wounds, put on his clothes, put on his weapons and walked out of the room.
He needs to create a puppet and use this puppet to attract the enemy's attention.
However, Luo Yaman did not expect that every move he made would fall into the eyes of those watching the game.
An audience member raised his hand and questioned the host Tommy: "Isn't this illegal?"
Tommy shrugged: "Not breaking the rules and making good use of the loopholes in the rules also depends on the ability of each competitor. After all, not everyone can take out the locator without any problems."
Others looked at the screen, and sure enough, among the 30 contestants, only Luo Yaman took out the locator.
Tommy snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "Okay, now all the players are awake. So before releasing the eight mission targets, you can place a bet first. The minimum bet is one million, the maximum is ten million... Please Remember, the earlier you place your bets, the higher the odds, so please place your bets.”
The men below laughed loudly and took out their mobile phones one after another, checking the screen and entering numbers. Soon the betting rate of each player popped up on the screen. As expected, Luo Yaman, who took out the locator, placed the highest bet.
"It seems that everyone likes Luo Yaman who takes the initiative to attack, haha, then let's release eight mission targets and see if everyone's vision is accurate?"
Tommy gestured to his subordinates, and a message was immediately sent to the mobile phones of all the contestants.
Luo Yaman looked at the message he had just received on his phone. There were only eight photos of faces on it. Needless to say, these were the eight mission targets he needed to assassinate.
Well, there are men and women, and they all look like ordinary people.
but…
His eyes moved around the bar. Now that the genius was just shining, the bar was deserted. There were not many people, and naturally there were no eight mission targets.
But Luo Yaman has chosen a more suitable puppet.
A priest, with red eyes, staggered open the door and walked in. He went directly to the front desk of the bar and waved to the bartender: "Hey, Ronnie, give me a glass of whiskey."
The bartender said angrily: "Father, it's only eight o'clock in the morning. I suggest you go drink a cup of coffee and have some breakfast first."
The priest said weakly: "Please, Ronnie, I have to have a drink to cheer me up."
The bartender snorted, took out a ledger from under the counter and threw it in front of the priest: "Want to have a drink? No problem, as long as you settle the previous bills, Father, then you can have a drink."
"Oh God, don't be like this, Ronnie, we are so familiar, why do we need it now." The priest looked at the thick account book and said helplessly, "Please give me some time, yes, just a few days. The Holy See's subsidy will be distributed soon, and I will pay you back first."
"Shut up, Chus, you trash. If it weren't for your father, how could you have become the priest of this town?" The bartender yelled, "Look at what you are like now, drinking and soliciting prostitutes." Decadent, not even remotely resembling a priest."
He put away the account book and pushed Chius fiercely: "Get out of here, Father, if it weren't for the clothes you're wearing, I would beat you up, I swear!"
Chiuse was pushed to the ground directly by the bartender. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. None of the surrounding diners came forward to help, but instead showed mocking smiles. Someone even shouted: "Father, can I go pray now? Ah, I forgot, you are still drunk, and you don't even know where you put the church key, right?"
"Ha ha… "
The bar burst into laughter.
Chiuse seemed to be used to all this. He struggled to get up, walked to a single table, and waved to the waiter: "Hi, Julie, a cup of coffee and a sandwich."
The waiter had a cold face and threw the plate on the table. The sandwiches on the plate slipped out and almost fell to the floor. Qius said helplessly: "Where's the coffee?"
The waiter pointed to the coffee pot not far away: "Pour it yourself. Drink as much as you want. Anyway, you know, Father, coffee is free."
Chus placed the sandwich back on the plate, walked over to the coffee pot, and poured himself a cup of coffee. As a result, as soon as he turned around, a black man walked over, bumped into him, and poured coffee all over him.
"I'm sorry, Father, it's my fault, I wasn't paying attention."
Luo Yaman quickly supported Qiusi, with a sincere apology on his face.
Qius wasn't angry at all. He seemed very numb to everything around him. He shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's okay. The coffee is free anyway."
As he spoke, he poured another cup of coffee, sat back in his seat, and drank the coffee slowly.
Luo Yaman ordered a glass of Black Label whiskey at the front desk, walked over to Chiu Si, put the glass on the table, and patted Chiu Si on the shoulder: "This glass is my apology, Father, after all, my mother often teaches I always need to maintain a little respect for priests."
Qius opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Oh, that's great... Ahem, I mean, God is protecting you, young man, and I will bless you on behalf of Heavenly Father."
Royas smiled: "As long as you are happy, Father."
With that said, he walked towards the restroom behind the bar.
Watching Royas leave, Chius couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass and drink it all, but there seemed to be something in the dark wine that choked Chius. He quickly picked up the sandwich, swallowed it in a big gulp, and beat his chest hard before letting out a long breath.
"Ugh... what is that? Ice cubes?"
Qius shook his head, didn't think much, drank the remaining coffee, stood up, and staggered out of the bar.
Royas slowly followed him out of the bar. On the screen of his mobile phone, a red dot was flashing. Not long after, two more red dots appeared on the screen, and those two red dots were quickly approaching Qius.
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