When a group of mercenaries were panicking, suddenly a lonely black figure appeared on the distant hillside, standing there looking at them condescendingly.
Where did this shadow come from
These Gurkha mercenaries are all battle-tested, but at this moment, they are so scared that their hairs stand up. And the dark shadow looked at them silently, like a god of death.
A mercenary raised his gun nervously, but Prasad reached out and pressed his muzzle down: "You are waiting here, don't act rashly without my order."
After speaking, Prasad even raised his hands and walked slowly towards the other party.
The location of the black shadow is one or two hundred meters away from the off-road vehicle, and the hillside is steep. It was quite inconvenient for Prasad to climb the mountain with prosthetic legs on both legs. When he climbed the top of the mountain, the shadow suddenly disappeared.
Prasad turned around blankly for a few times, and suddenly there was a soft noise behind him. Prasad froze.
"Kitano Chong?"
There was no sound behind him, but Prasad felt as if two sharp eyes were staring at him. He raised his hands and dared not turn his head. He swallowed and said, "Don't get me wrong, I have no malice. I don't have a weapon on my body."
"who are you?"
It was A Chong who was talking. After he escaped from the ambush ring, he did not join Suzhilehe Kehe's army.
Starting from Ulaanbaatar, the shadow warriors and mercenaries have been launching ambushes against the wolf in the dark. Timur, A Chong and others have no idea where the other party is, so they can only be exhausted and beaten passively.
After the fierce battle in the Cruelen River, A Chong disappeared "suddenly", with no one to see alive or dead. Mercenaries and shadow warriors who lost their target must always guard against A Chong's counterattack. While pursuing Timur, they had to divide their troops to find A Chong's whereabouts-this is why only Jing Wumian, a shadow warrior, appeared in the fierce battle with Timur and others.
As the so-called praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole, the witty A Chong hid in the dark and began to look for the flaws in his opponent.
The hunter finally became the prey.
Prasad's nervous forehead was sweaty, but his tone was still quite calm: "My name is Prasad, and I am Wang Yangming's mercenary supervisor."
"You are in charge of directing this operation?"
"In theory, this is the case, but in reality... Now it is the shadow warrior who is in charge."
A Chong did not speak, Prasad couldn't help breaking the silence after waiting for a while:
"The situation is very dangerous now. The shadow warriors do nothing by any means. If they are allowed to control the situation, all of us are in danger... I want to make a deal with you."
A Chong snorted coldly, "Is that why you came to me?"
Prasad nodded: "Yes, I have a way to help you get rid of the Shadow Warrior."
A Chong was silent for a while, then slowly said, "You turn around."
Prasad raised his hands on his head and turned around carefully. In the shadow of more than ten meters in the distance, there stood a young man with a sharp face and a starry eyebrow, looking at him coldly.
Prasad's eyes slid to his left leg involuntarily: "Your injury..."
"It's just a little bit of flesh wounds-was it you who ordered the stopping of shooting that day?" A Chong knew in his heart that after he was shot, the Gurkha mercenaries would suddenly stop shooting. It is difficult for him to escape from the shadow warrior and mercenary fire.
Prasad nodded: "I ordered the shooting to stop-before you entered the ambush circle, I also ordered the attack."
"You are the one who gave Brother Bayar the inferior poison?"
Prasad nodded again.
A Chong frowned: "Why are you doing this?"
Prasad hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "You will understand in the future, it is not convenient to explain this now-the current priority is to get rid of the shadow warrior."
"How do you prove that this is not a trap?"
Prasad shook his head: "I can't prove it, but you have no choice. If you don't get rid of the shadow warrior, the surviving wolves in Risheng Castle, as well as those of Asgen, will soon die in the shadows. The samurai's poisonous hand."
"Isn't that your task?"
"That is Professor Zhang's goal, not the result I want. My goal is to live."
The two stood opposite each other, speechless for a while.
…
After a long time, a figure slowly walked down the hillside, and the highly guarded Gurkha mercenaries raised their guns one after another, and they were relieved when they saw Prasad coming by.
A mercenary looked at the top of the mountain with lingering fear, and said tremblingly: "Well, is that a human or a ghost?"
Prasad frowned and sighed, "I don't know, there is nothing on the hillside. We may have read it wrong."
A few mercenaries looked at each other, misread? Can several people read it wrong at the same time? What a hell!
Prasad didn't seem to worry about the ghostly shadow. Instead, he sat calmly in the car, took off his prosthetic limbs, stroking the bare amputees with both hands, and asked thoughtfully: "How long have you been with me?"
A few mercenaries looked at each other: Why are they starting to get accustomed at this time
Although all of them looked dumbfounded, they still answered one by one. Some had been with them for four or five years, the shortest had been two years, and the longest had been seven years.
Prasad sighed: "Do you know what will happen to the injured mercenaries?"
Several people bowed their heads and said nothing. In fact, they all guessed how the shadow warrior would "handle" those seriously injured companions, but they could only choose to ignore them.
After so many years of fighting, my conscience will not hurt anymore.
"Colonel, when we are mercenaries, we just exchange our lives for money. Everyone is very open. Don't the Chinese have a saying, "Life and death are fate, wealth and wealth are in heaven."
An older mercenary laughed at himself.
Prasad sneered: "Take your life for money... I'm afraid you have money to take it, but you will spend it!"
…
Risheng Fort.
The sun is setting.
The lights are on, and the night is not young.
Many people rushed to and fro on the road, and the sound of dance music from the nightclub was long.
Crowds of miners and gold prospectors dragged their tired bodies back to Baozi. After a tiring day, many people choose to go to the pub to drink two glasses to relax and relieve pressure. Some people try their luck in the casino on the street.
Beside the neon lights, there are girls dressed up in twos and threes, enthusiastically soliciting pedestrians.
The work of others is over, and their day has just begun.
In front of the Tsar Palace, the largest entertainment venue in Rishengbao, two sexy Russian beauties stood. Seeing two strange faces watching at the door, they took the initiative to greet them:
"Man, do you want to relax?"
Prasad replied in Russian: "Are there any special services?"
"That depends on how much money you have." A Russian beauty twiddled her fingers in a gesture of counting banknotes.
Prasad smiled slightly and took out a thick wad of dollars from his arms.
The two beautiful women immediately burst into enthusiasm with smiles, one left and the other took his arms and led Prasad into the hall. Jing Wumian followed behind with a cold face.
The Russian beauty took Prasad and Jing Wumian to a private room, gave him a charming kiss and walked out gracefully. After a while, a person like a foreman walked in.
"Is it the first time for the two of you to rise to the fort?"
Prasad nodded: "We are here to do business."
"I heard Natalie say that the two want special services. I wonder what kind of services you want?"
Prasad asked: "Do you have a kind of czar suite here that provides 24-hour VIP service?"
The foreman was taken aback, his professional smile froze.
Prasad lowered his voice and leaned forward and said: "I heard that the czar's suite can be packaged, and no matter what the customer asks, you will meet it?"
The foreman said with a smile on his face, "Only VIP members can enter the Czar's Suite, but..."
"But what?" Prasad threw a stack of dollars on the table. The foreman looked at Franklin on the dollars, and was shocked. The person who throws out ten thousand dollars casually is either a local tyrant or a corrupt official. These two unattractive or even slightly ugly customers are looking for excitement.
"The two came just right. We have the last set of czar's suites left. The waterbed, jacuzzi, candle whip, hammock vibrator and all facilities are all available. The daily cost is $1,000, and the tip is extra. The waiter will provide Fee..."
The foreman was talking like a few treasures, and Jing Wumian interrupted him impatiently:
"Who lives in the other suite?"
Prasad was taken aback, he didn't expect Jing Wumian to also speak Russian.
The foreman looked at the two in surprise, and said vigilantly: "The identities of all guests of the Tsar Palace are confidential, and we have no right to disclose..."
Before he could say anything, Jing Wumian suddenly got up and grabbed his head and hit the coffee table.
With a muffled "bang", the foreman's neat front teeth were gone, and his mouth was full of blood.
Jing Wumian pinched the foreman's neck and pressed him to the ground, and said coldly: "If I ask you anything, you will answer it! Otherwise, you will cut off your tongue."
"Yes, yes, there is a young man living in another suite, and it is also the first time to come here. I gave us a large sum of money, and said that we would take a suite." The foreman said vaguely, his mouth said. The blood dripped on the ground with his mouth.
"What does that person look like?"
"The person is thin, and one leg seems to be injured..."
Prasad nodded: "Yes, Kitano rushed, and my mercenaries followed him here and disappeared."
"What did he do here?"
"He didn't do anything... He locked himself in alone, ordered some anti-inflammatory drugs and tetanus injections, and gave him three meals a day..." the foreman remembered hard.
Jing Wumian let go of his hand, pointed to the walkie-talkie on the waist of the foreman, and said, "You call the delivery person in."
The foreman knelt on the ground with his mouth full of blood and whispered, "You, do you know who opened this place?"
Jing Wumian leaned his face in front of him: "I don't know who opened it. I only know that if you don't cooperate with me, I will take your face off."
The foreman looked at Jing Wumian's browned face and cold eyes, shaking with fright, grabbed the walkie-talkie on him and shouted, "Is the dinner on Czar No. 1 ready?... Send it to private room No. 7 first."
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Jing Wumian asked.
"Hello, waiter, food delivery."
"Say it again!"
"Hello, waiter, food delivery." The person outside raised his voice.
Jing Wumian opened the door, and a young man in uniform walked in with a dinner plate and was taken aback when he saw the foreman kneeling on the ground. Jing Wumian slashed his neck with a hand knife from behind.
With a "click", the young man's neck was cut off immediately, and he threw himself forward.
Jing Wumian took the plate in his hand and closed the door with a kick back.
From the time the waiter entered the door to the time he fell to the ground, it only took two seconds for Jing Wumian to complete the whole set of actions at once. Even Prasad had to sigh that his skill is so neat. The foreman was even more so scared that he was paralyzed on the ground, unable to make a sound.
Jing Wumian put the plate on the table, turned the waiter upside down, leaned down to observe his face carefully, and touched his cheek with his hands.
After touching it, his right hand took out a miniature recorder from his pocket, pressed the button, and the waiter's voice repeatedly sounded in the room:
"Hello, waiter, food delivery."
"Hello, waiter, food delivery."
"Hello, waiter, food delivery."
…
Jing Wumian followed the voice of the tape recorder, repeating these words in a low voice:
"Hello, waiter, food delivery."
After repeating it more than a dozen times, the voice in his throat was exactly the same as the waiter's voice. Prasad and the foreman looked silly at the side.
Jing Wumian nodded in satisfaction and put the tape recorder back in his pocket, then took out a toolkit from his arms and placed it next to the waiter.
Prasad looked at the contents of his toolkit and couldn't help being terrified-isn't this guy really going to peel off the dead man's face, right