Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 229 Are You The Famous Counter-Strike Elite?

Counter-Strike?

Is this person from the army?

However, isn't the sixth country's regular army almost all replaced with military combat robots?
After Song Lan reported his identity, the security guard at the "Tombstone" bar did not continue to stop him, but made way for him.

Almost at the same time as entering the door, a pungent smell of frozen meat came over. It was almost summer, but the "Tombstone" was as cold as an ice cellar, and the dim blue lights made the atmosphere here look like a mortuary. Adding this unlucky name, Song Lan really didn't know what kind of boss would design his bar like this.

Obviously, this is not the place to drink and play.

The layout of the bar is somewhat similar to the Gold Digger Bar in District [-]. The bar is divided into several private rooms, which are used for business talks.

Right now, the atmosphere in the bar was chilling. Firearms and anti-material weapons were displayed on the table. Almost all the mercenaries gathered here were wearing body armor and looked ready to go. Most of the mercenaries have a team, only after wandering around in the hall, he is out of tune with the general environment.

He originally wanted to sneak into a certain team and naturally become a member of it, but all the mercenaries in the team knew each other, and before he got close, the other party gave him guarded and rejected eyes.

The mercenaries of the sixth country are really not hospitable. Isolating him, a novice mercenary who just arrived, made him feel as cold as winter at the moment.

In good conscience, Song Lan felt that in the event of an encounter, he could still be of help.

"Lone wolf?"

The bartender came to the bar alone after seeing Song Lan's ashes on the nose. She had a slight smile in her tone. Although the newcomer was wearing a hood, he could tell his mood at the moment from his eyes.

It was probably the same as the students who were left behind after forming teams freely in the class, it looked pitiful.

"Well, I'm used to being alone."

Song Lan said in a deep voice.

As long as he calls himself a lone wolf, the embarrassment of being isolated by the mercenaries will not be able to catch up with him.

"Come on, let me buy you a drink."

The bartender here is as enthusiastic as Iwan. She mixed two kinds of wine that Song Lan couldn't name, added some orange juice, and put in two ice cubes, "Today's situation is a bit special, everyone We all want to act with someone we can trust.”

"It's okay, I'll be fine by myself."

"Ha, then you have to be careful."

The bartender didn't refute Song Lan, she pushed the mixed wine in front of Song Lan, "What's your name?"

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

"If you die in the next operation, at least someone will remember that you came."

"Counter-Strike, that's what everyone who knows me calls me."

Before setting off, he and Lu Xiang discussed his new identity setting - a former member of the special operations team, who later quit the team because of a case, left the city alone, and became a servant wandering in a neutral country A soldier, anyone who knows the goods can tell that his body armor and attire are official standard equipment.

Even though Song Lan still didn't understand what the bartender meant by the action, it seemed that he came at the right time.

"Counter-Strike? Okay, I'll take note."

During the conversation, the time on the screen at the top of the bar jumped to 21:00.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the bar became even more tense.

The mercenary in the innermost compartment of the bar entered the door, and all eyes were on the deepest compartment for a while.

About 10 minutes later, fully armed mercenaries came out.

The leader was a dark-skinned man who was about five years old and three years old. After looking at the information on the phone screen, he held the silver cross on his neck with his right hand that had been transformed into metal. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and put the The cross is placed on the lips.

This group of mercenaries is probably about to die.

Although Song Lan didn't know this group of people, and didn't know what mission they had received, but according to common routines in movies, this was a rather unlucky gesture, the same as looking at photos of girlfriends or children before the war level.

Before going out, this man set a death flag for his team.

Moreover, it is not difficult to judge from the few words of the bartender that the degree of danger of this task is quite high.

The mercenary team walked into the deepest room one by one, and everyone's expression was extremely solemn when they came out. Song Lan visually estimated that more than [-]% of the mercenaries made actions similar to setting a flag.

This is very different from the mercenaries he knows are only for profit. He always feels that these people are not accepting a big order that will make them famous and rich overnight, but more like committing themselves to a certain cause as if they were dying.

They probably all know that the end of this enterprise is death.

Nearly an hour passed, and the bar gradually emptied.

Song Lan got up and walked to the deepest room. Now he also began to wonder what kind of career it was, and it was worth letting all the mercenaries go through fire and water.

This task may have something to do with the Rebels and Desolate Bones.

However, before he entered the door, a tall figure stood in front of him. The man was wearing a punk-style black jacket, and when he grinned, he showed his gold teeth. Opening his mouth, he extended his right hand to the latter in a friendly manner, "Fortunately, you are the famous Counter-Strike Elite, right?"

Song Lan didn't know the man in front of him. The name "Counter-Strike" was probably overheard when he entered the door or chatted with the bartender.

"You are……?"

"People who know me call me 'Heavy Cannon', they are all members of our squad."

The man said with a smile.

There are only three people in this team including himself, which is the smallest number among the many mercenaries.

"Yo, my nickname is 'Heavy Metal Rock', easy to remember, right?"

The young man who seemed quite familiar made a "V" gesture to Song Lan, and announced a title that was even more unknown than Counter-Strike.

""ghost"."

The woman with short red hair and wearing a tight battle suit said coldly.

Seeing this, the familiar young man quickly added, "Don't look at her as cold as usual, she's actually super nice."

After introducing himself, the man who called himself "Heavy Cannon" said, "I see that you are only one person, do you want to act together with us, as there are many people, we can take care of each other."

"I have no opinion."

Song Lan nodded, he was not familiar with the place where he was born, and having a local to take care of him would make his next actions much easier.

Moreover, this can also fully prove that he is not the one that no one wants to form a team.

"Great, "Heavy Metal Rock" is a professional hacker, the kind of master who can easily hack the security system of a building, "Ghost" is the sniper of our team, you can safely let her cover you, as for me ..."

Speaking of this, "Heavy Artillery" bent down and opened the weapon box he carried with him. Inside was an anti-tank bazooka, "Leave the enemy's vehicles to me to deal with... What are you good at? We should have you who can Useful weapon."

"Every little bit."

Song Lan thought about it and said vaguely.

He found that the composition of this team was relatively traditional, and the identity of a psychic user might be incompatible with them.

"Rattlesnake."

With that said, "Heavy Cannon" handed a slightly heavy rifle to Song Lan's hand, "The cover shooting work will trouble you."

　Thanks to Liyou Lizhi for tipping 1500 starting coins!
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(End of this chapter)