Battlefield Contract Worker

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"I won!" Sergey put down the poker cards in his hand, made a gesture to several people at the poker table, and threw down a few bills, "I'll buy today's wine."

"If you win, you want to leave!" A fierce-looking big man glared at him.

"I don't want to go either. It's a pity that this lady can't wait to take me to her room. I can't satisfy everyone, but I'll satisfy her first and then you." Sergey laughed unbridledly. , while holding the woman and turning away.

The moment he turned around, Sergey felt something pressing against him around his waist. He didn't have to look down to know it was a gun.

"Do we have to do this?" Sergey said slyly. "Actually, I prefer women who are gentler. But sometimes it's cute for women to take the initiative..."

"Don't talk nonsense, come with me." The woman said coldly.

"A lady like you can make a man go with you just by looking. You don't actually need to draw a gun." Sergey didn't care that the woman pointed the gun at her, but reached out to hold her tighter.

"What do you want to do?" the woman said in a low voice.

"We're too far away, your gun will be exposed. Hold tight and give you some cover." Sergey smiled. "where are we going?"

"Go right, to the car over there." The woman said coldly.

"In the car? Some things are not convenient in the car. After all, the space is too small for me to play." Sergey smiled wickedly.

The woman didn't speak, and held Sergey with one hand, and with the other hand under the cover of her arm, pressed the gun to Sergey's ribs.

After arriving at the place, two black men got out of the car immediately, opened the door, and motioned for them to enter.

"God, I didn't expect you to have such a big appetite. You like to find three at the same time." Sergey said shamelessly.

"Shut up." The woman pushed him into the black commercial van.

As soon as Sergey arrived in the car, he found himself surrounded by a man, who also pointed a gun at him. The two men outside did not get in the car, they should be guarding outside the car.

"Well, it doesn't look like you want to do something with me. Otherwise, you wouldn't need to bring so many people here." Sergey sighed, "I'm a little regretful now, I shouldn't have left the game."

"It's too late to regret it now." The woman sat in front of him.

"Do you want to rob? If you want to rob, you really should let me win two more games." Sergey shook his head, smelling drunk.

The man in the car punched Sergey in the face. Sergey just tilted his head slightly to avoid his fist, and at the same time quickly took out something and aimed it at the man's face. .

The man thought it was a gun at first, but was stunned for a moment, and after seeing it clearly, he realized that Sergey was only holding a lighter. Just when he was about to attack, Sergey lit the lighter with a "pop".

The flame from his lighter was half a foot long, and instantly burned the man's face, and he screamed and threw himself out of the car.

"You!" The woman immediately held Sergey with a gun, "Don't move."

"If I move, you can't do anything to me. Because I know you can't do anything to me. You don't want my life." Sergey snatched the woman's pistol with a grin and put her back in his arms. On himself, "Baby, didn't you take the initiative just now?!"

The woman struggled with all her might, but she couldn't get away at all.

At this time, the car door finally opened, and two cold guns were placed on Sergey's head. At the same time, a man got into the car, "Mr. Sergey, we have to talk."

"You should have come to talk to me earlier, why bother others." Sergei mocked and let go of the woman and pushed her out of the car. "Okay, now the foreshadowing is over, let's get down to business, what do you want?"

"I know who you are, and that you are a mercenary, and you are being hired to protect a group of Western Saharan Popular Front officials." The man said in a low voice, "But do you know who I am?"

"I care who you are?" Sergey shook his head.

"I'm in charge of killing. Actually, my job is a bit similar to yours, except that you are hired to protect and I am hired to kill. So I think we can understand each other very well. Redick Bow Er, nice to see you." The man turned his face slowly.

This person looks ordinary, but it should not look like a local, and local people rarely have this kind of light-colored hair.

"Redick Bauer? That professional killer, I heard about you." Sergey smiled. "However, I heard that you are only active in Europe, why did you come here?"

"It's true that I've only been in Europe, but if the price is right, I don't mind traveling." Redick Ball smiled at Sergey, "But you, you really found a great deal for me. trouble.

I heard before that these people from the Popular Front for Western Sahara had a Russian military company for protection. But I didn't expect you guys to be so tricky.

We spent almost a full week, and my people did all kinds of research. Still can't figure out the law of your security actions at all. So there is no way, we can only take the risk of inviting you over. "

"You made it very clear just now, you are a murderer, and I am a protector. You brought me here, and it was of no use. Because the one who protects those Western Saharan people is a team. I am just one of them. That's it.

You catch me ~www.readwn.com~ and someone else will take my place. So arresting me is of no use to you. ' Sergey shook his head.

"Not necessarily. As far as I know, you are one of their core members. You should know all the security plans. Tell me everything you know, and I will let you leave alive." Redick Ball said coldly .

"You want me to sell the company? My life is not so valuable. Your bid is too low, and at such a low price, no one will sell your life for you." Sergey mocked, "I will not betray even if I die. Company. Unless…”

Redick Bauer's expression changed slightly, but Sergey's second half sentence made him relax a little, "Unless the price you paid meets my expectations."

"You want to sell me information?" Redick Ball frowned.

"I have two conditions. If we can agree, we will continue to talk. If you don't agree, then deal with me casually. Even if you beat me to death, I will not say a word." Sergey smiled.

"What conditions?" Redick Ball couldn't help frowning.