Battlefield Contractor

Lin Rui frowned, "Is the news reliable?"

"Silver Wolf got information from South America. You know that he has a lot of contacts in South America." Long Zhengwu shrugged. "Forget it, we'd better not talk about work here. Especially when I have announced my retirement. "

Lin Rui smiled helplessly, he really admired this fat man. This fat man can afford it and put it down. When there is responsibility, he is absolutely responsible, and when he should let go, he doesn't say anything. Few people can opt out like Long Fatty, especially at the peak of the Black Island Company.

"Maybe I'm almost done too." Lin Rui said slowly, "Take advantage of the current market conditions, and do it for two more years. How about going to your restaurant to work in the future?"

"Puff, just you, can you cook?" Long Zhengwu said with a smile.

"Didn't you know nothing at all? You, a person who didn't even know how to fry eggs, opened a Chinese restaurant and vacated more than a dozen chain stores. It was purely to deceive foreign devils into not knowing the goods and relying on one. With a Chinese face posing as a chef, I can be worse than you?" Lin Rui smiled.

"Hahaha." Long Zhengwu laughed. "It must be the old ghost Angel who told you again. Don't tell me, that's the real thing. When I opened a restaurant, how did you understand this? Let's get a gun. Hand of the handle, holding the spatula, it didn't feel right. It really didn't even fry eggs.

Later, a restaurant recruited Chinese chefs, so I went. At first glance, we look like this, this face and belly, absolutely chef's face and chef's belly. So as soon as I go, I will be a chef and direct a bunch of foreign chefs to work. "

Long Zhengwu had never been a big fan, so when he mentioned his embarrassment back then, everyone laughed. This is the relaxation after a rare task. The team members drank wine and bragged to each other. They are reluctant to bear Fatty Long, but this is Fatty Long's choice and they must respect it. And for him, this is a good ending.

In Brazil's most severe prison, there is a person detained. This person is considered an extremely dangerous person, and his body is covered in chains and shackles. With blond hair and messy scum on his face, it is hard to imagine his handsome demeanor.

"Be careful of this person. He is a dangerous man, a very dangerous kind." A prison guard introduced the situation to the new guard. "This row of prison rooms here are all very serious felons."

The new guard was a thin-looking young man. He hesitated and said, "Why is this man different from other prisoners? He is held alone and **** like this."

"Because every person locked up with him will die, and he can even kill three or four strong men with bare hands. This is not unprecedented. Otherwise, why should we only detain him in such a tense prison cell? This man is a devil." The old guard sighed.

"He doesn't look like it." The new young man smiled.

"His name is White. He has a dozen serious crimes on his back, including blasting, murder, illegal possession of large amounts of arms, theft of military secrets, and endangering public safety. Only during the slum cleaning operation in August, He and his accomplices caused a large number of Brazilian military and police casualties.

You haven't seen that scene, it's like a war. Had it not been for Brazil's absence of the death penalty, his few lives would not be enough. "The old guard shook his head and said, "Let's go, there is nothing to see here, your first day at work." I'll take you to other places again. "

"But I think he is very interesting." The young man smiled slightly.

The guard was stunned for a moment. The young man's hand had already strangled his throat, "Hush, I understand your pain, but it will end soon, I promise." The young man looked at the guard with a smile. Gradually, his hands hardened until the guard fell softly to the ground.

The young man looked at the other end of the corridor, then walked to the door of the cell and began to unlock it. All his tools were in a small box, and the remote control door lock quickly opened under his fiddle.

The young man walked up to the prisoners who had been tied up. "White Glove White?" He looked at the prisoner.

White slowly raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes looked fierce under the tousled golden hair. "Huh, my time is up? It's really unexpected. They sent you a young chicken to kill me. Huh, you are also a scavenger? I hope you don't tremble when you start."

Scavengers are a group of special personnel in the secret society. They are responsible for cleaning up the mess and cleaning up the scene where the mission has failed. Of course, we also eliminate those who shouldn't be alive at all. White Glove knew that he himself was such a person who shouldn't be alive.

The young man actually smiled, pulled a chair and sat down beside him. He glanced at his watch leisurely, "I am not a scavenger, nor am I here to kill you. It is now 9:03 in the morning, and after twelve minutes, a car will go out because some garbage needs to be dumped. The car will pass by. Three checkpoints are checked, but the people who checked have been bought."

White Glove White looked up at him, and did not speak.

"It takes five minutes to walk outside from here, and it takes three minutes to unlock your chain, which means you only have five minutes to listen to me. Remember, listen to me, not talk. Don’t ask questions, I Will not answer either.

After unlocking, put on the guard's clothes and follow me. We have limited time for walking and wearing. "The young man walked to White Glove White and helped him unchain the chains on his body.

The chains were untied under the young man's dexterous hands, and the white gloves' eyes moved. The young man met his eyes instantly and said coldly, "Don't try to do it to me. Time is running out. I don't even have time to explain, so I don't have time to waste with you."

White Gloves glanced at him, quickly walked over to change into the guard's clothes, and whispered as he walked, "What's the plan."

"All plans have nothing to do with you. For you, following me is a plan." The young man said as he walked, "Be careful not to keep your pace too fast. We only need to walk through this corridor to get to the outside behind. ."

"Do you still need to teach it? How about the guard at the door of the building, have you solved it?" White Glove White whispered.

"The guard is lying on his stomach under his table." The young man took a plastic bag and handed it to him as he walked outside. "Put this on."

"Gas mask?" White Glove White frowned after opening the bag.

"You have to go out in the garbage truck to prevent you from being smoked to death by the garbage." The young man said coldly.

White Glove shrugged, "You are so sweet."