Life and death sniper [crossing]

After 41 days.

Deep in the desert of Cameroon, West Africa.

Prince of the White Moor, Kekexi.In the territory of Prince Mohammed.

The meeting room in the "Silver War" mercenary base.

Hao Yun is frowning and looking at a stack of documents. This is the internal file of the French mercenary recruitment this summer. Colonel Ryan arranged for someone to fax these files to him earlier, although the best mercenaries have been recruited first by the Foreign Legion Yes, but the rest of them are already good recruits, at least they have a higher priority in selection than other mercenary regiments.

"How about this?" Hao Yun pointed to a photo of a man of yellow race and said, "Vietnamese, can endure hardships, small in stature, flexible in action, the former deputy captain of the Vietnamese gendarmerie, escaped and hid in France after committing a crime, and all military assessments are excellent. A."

The ghost raised his head from a pile of files, and let out a muffled "hmm".

Prince Ke Kexi was wearing a white national costume, with his thighs folded on the table, and he shook his white square hat and said, "Why don't those French people want him? Will you leave such a good product? He committed crimes in Vietnam." What's the matter?"

Hao Yun said: "Assisting local drug dealers in drug trafficking to China, he was hunted down by the Chinese armed police, and when he returned to Vietnam, he was investigated by the internal audit. He ran to France when he had nowhere to go. You know, although the foreign legion's recruitment slogan is that it doesn't care whether you have made mistakes, But they prefer clean recruits."

"Oh." Prince Kekexi stretched his neck to look at the table, saw a touch of gold, and jumped on it excitedly, only to find that the boy in the photo was also blonde, but it was nothing like the Archangel's.He held the piece of paper and sighed secretly.

"This... this... and this..." Hao Yun brought out the materials he liked and handed them to the ghost, "Send them to the mailbox I mentioned. They are all good soldiers. It's up to you if you can recruit them." Let's see what they can do."

"Okay." The ghost took the documents and turned to face the computer screen.

"Who? What?" With a puzzled look on his face, the magic stick squeezed that handsome face a few times, and suddenly realized, "Ghost? Are you going to give these soldiers to the ghost?"

"En." Hao used his nostrils to snort, and took out a cigarette from his bag. The magic stick handed the spout of the luxurious hookah connected by a long rubber tube to him. Hao Yun waved his hand, "That thing It’s not my taste, it’s okay to try it once in a while.”

The magic stick hooked the corner of his mouth into a smile, handed the mouth of the pot to his mouth, and sucked lightly, "Gulululu——" the white mist in the transparent hookah inlaid with gold threads rolled up, and then spit out from the mouth of the magic stick. That kind of cozy look, if coupled with sheer tulle and soft velvet cushions, will immediately remind people of the desert story in One Thousand and One Nights.

At this moment when ghost talent was mentioned, the men fell silent.

No one can understand the behavior of ghosts, but they all choose to let it go...

Just a month ago, just before the helicopter was about to arrive, the ghost just left and disappeared on the streets of Marseille, France.

There was no farewell, no words, and the walk was very simple, easy, and even without hesitation.

In the first week, Shadow almost went crazy. Although the man who found someone through various channels didn't say anything, the brothers could all see that he blamed himself for the ghost's escape, but who Say no?Aren't ghosts who run away after being taught a lesson just run away in anger?

The magic stick thinks that Shadow's worry and care for the ghost is a bit morbid, and the brothers think so too. They all think that the ghost is such a big person, and there is always something he wants to do. Whoever is locked in the big house in the desert all day long There will be psychological problems!Wouldn't it be nice to go out and relax? Shadow, the nephew who can be worried about, has a few gray hairs, it's so wrong!

Uh... Although I don't understand the matter of ghosts funding "Sharp Sword", but in the eyes of the brothers, since ghosts are the new boss of "Sharp Sword", then "Sharp Sword" can be regarded as a branch of "Silver War" right?

But Shadow didn't let them inspect the new territory, but used this sneaky method to help the ghosts?

Hmm... Both uncle and nephew have problems, it's not normal!

"Gululu..." Shenzhu swayed his legs, sucked his cigarette, closed his eyes comfortably, and spit out white smoke from his mouth, "Boss... I saw little Buji at Guicai's house the day before yesterday. squatting at the gate, as if crying, do you want to ask little Buji what happened?"

"What's wrong with him?" The one who spoke first did not expect to be the ghost who was buried in the data.

The magic stick was very satisfied with the ghost's succession, and glanced at Shadow with the end of his eyes. Since the ghost left, this man seemed to have lost his calm and calm self-confidence.Looking away, the magic stick said: "Why don't you send little Boogie to the ghosts? It would be inconvenient if you don't have anyone to take care of you. Little Boogie is smart. Even I like him very much. I have invited him twice. He refused to live in my home."

"People who live in luxury are different from us. We don't use servants, and neither do ghosts." The ghost said expressionlessly.

"But according to the law here, little Buji is a slave of ghosts, and slaves abandoned by their masters will be auctioned off again. It's okay if he doesn't follow." Then, the magic stick rolled his eyes with a smile, "Look, that poor Little thing, squatting at the door day and night praying that he will not be abandoned, I really want to comfort him."

"Don't touch him!" Hao Yun finally spoke, and the recruit materials in his hand finally reached the last few pieces. He looked up at the magic stick, "Don't do unnecessary things, the ghosts don't know that these are all secretly aided by us. .”

The magic stick touched the mustache on his chin and raised his eyebrows: "Strange behavior, what are you doing?"

Hao Yun didn't answer, but asked in turn: "How about that?"

"what?"

"It's about your relatives."

"Oh oh oh." The magic stick reacted, "Since I walked around my palace and stopped by your place, I'm being honest."

"That's good." Hao Yun nodded.

The magic stick took a puff of cigarette and said, "Boss, you really don't plan to go to war? You should know that if you take over the old man's territory, both I and you will have more land! We have the strength, What are you waiting for? And...that old thing is really restless, and he has been in frequent contact with some mercenaries recently, and seems to want to follow our example."

"That's your uncle." Hao Yun frowned and narrowed his eyes, "And this is inciting a civil war. If there is a big trouble, those old things from the United Nations will intervene again. I have considered it, whether it is overhead or prison. .It is unrealistic."

Shen stick clenched his mouth in displeasure, but he didn't say anything. He just squinted his eyes and smoked the hookah, shaking again.

After a while.

Ghost took his hands off the keyboard: "Is that all?"

"Yeah." Hao Yun walked over to put the ghost on the shoulder, bent down and read it again, and after confirming that it was correct, he sent the email by himself.

The magic stick who has been watching his movements asked: "By the way, who is this email for? It must not be a ghost, right? You haven't found him all this time."

Without looking back, Hao Yun said, "The people around him."

"Who?"

"You don't need to know too much." Hao Yun straightened up and looked at the magic stick, "There is training in the afternoon, do you want to participate?"

Shen stick rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "No, I'm going to meet a chief this afternoon."

"You said the same thing last time." Ghost said so, looking at Hao Yun and smiling.

Hao Yun also raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes curled down: "Not only last time, last time, last time, last time, I said that many times, the last time I trained with us was a month and a half ago, right?"

"Hehehe..." Shenzhu smirked and got up abruptly, "Ah, it's time, that chief has a bad temper."

The magic stick ran away as if his butt was on fire, and he didn't forget to take his hookah with him before he left.

The ghost laughed and said, "Why did he join our mercenary group? He still calls you the boss?"

"It hurts to be idle." Hao Yun said in Chinese with no expression on his face.

"What?" Ghost couldn't understand.

"Hehe." Hao Yun grinned, and patted the ghost's head, "Okay, don't tell them what happened today, lest they mess things up."

"Well, I know, the secret mission." The corner of the ghost's mouth curled up. "But, it's messed up now, right? They can't find a place to buy weapons."

Hearing this sentence, Hao Yun's eyes lit up: "Go, you bring little Buji."

"Boss?"

"Go!"

"Yes!"

……

Mulhouse, France

There is a very good weather today, the sky is cloudless, the south wind is blowing, and the sun is shining softly on the body, making people drowsy.

But today is a working day, there are very few pedestrians on the street, and most of the residents are still working in factories.

Mulhouse is an international city, where people from 137 countries work and live, so a man with an oriental face is not conspicuous walking on the street.

The man was wearing a simple beige jacket and jeans. The loose top made his legs straight and long. His short black hair was draped softly on his head.

When a French girl in a short skirt passed by him, she looked back twice. This man has a relatively tall head among Orientals, at least 1.8 meters, and he also has a very friendly face. Moderate double eyelids, straight nose bridge, slightly thick lips, completely different from the locals, such a simple face with soft facial features makes people look at it again.

Most importantly, his back was straight, as if he was always moving forward, to a higher place.

The man walked past the intersection of Durand No. [-] Street and turned into a small road, but the gap between the front and back was a few steps, as if he had come from heaven to hell, and the environment had undergone an earth-shaking change.

This is a gloomy alley, located in the back alley of a building. Someone threw garbage here, and the foul-smelling stagnant water flowed out of his pocket, making people feel the urge to cover their noses.

The man walked into the small alley without stopping, turned two more corners, and finally stood in front of a door. This was a back door privately remodeled by a resident. From the flexibility of the door lock and the pedal under the door, It can be seen that people often come and go here.

"Knock, knock!" The man knocked on the door, "It's me."

The door opened quickly, revealing a face with a red wine nose, which was also a face with traces of time.The man curled his lips and said with a smirk: "Come in, you just came here today, and someone delivered the goods half an hour ago."

"Thank you." The man pushed the door open and walked in.

The old man with a rosaceous nose followed behind and said, "Just processing? No shopping? I got a lot of good stuff today."

"No, I'm so poor that I'm going to sleep on the street, so don't tempt me anymore."

"Go, go, old price." The old man with a rosy nose waved his hand impatiently, sat down on the dilapidated sofa, and continued to watch TV.

The man went straight to the corner of the living room, opened the door of the storage room, and there was a downward staircase inside: "I'm going down."

The old man with rosaceous nose didn't answer, and the man didn't wait for his answer, he just reported it, and went down to the basement familiarly.

"Clap" sound.

In the dark basement, the light was on.

Hao Xin stood at the stairs and looked around.

The light here is dim and the air is dirty, but in the space of nearly 100 square meters, there are many machine tools and equipment. These machines are almost all special tools for modifying firearms. Hao Xin will rent here at a price of 280 francs per day.

Hao Xin took off his jacket, threw it on the stairs, turned his neck, took a deep breath, and said to himself: "Come on! For the money!"

The MP5 and MP169 submachine guns piled up in the corner were all supplied by old Hunter. Old Hunter was the one with the rosacea who was watching TV upstairs. He was a well-known underground arms dealer in France, but obviously he was not doing well. He drank heavily, gambled, and was often short of funds. His reputation mainly came from the fact that even though he was so useless, he still chose to do it alone.

Hao Xin found Old Hunter because he did it alone, just like most people would find Old Hunter. Sometimes, especially for a fugitive like him, he was afraid of being involved in any organization. Organizations represent many people. More means that the secret is no longer a secret.

Hao Xin knew very well that with Hao Yun's connections, he would be caught if he was not careful.

Hao Xin picked up the MP5, looked at it for a while, and rolled up his sleeves after confirming that it was correct.

He advertised on a black market website, because he sold a few weapons when he was still at the African base, the quality was high and the price was fair, the buyer helped him promote it, and now there is a sale every two or three days Door-to-door, and there is a trend of more and more orders.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the original guns, let alone processing tools, so he could only find Old Hunter here and pay a high fee to earn some meager processing fees.

Hao Xin has a lot of money in his hands, the money left by the "Sharp Sword", the money left by Xu Feng, and the private money of a ghost who doesn't know where it exists, all the bits and pieces are enough for him to live comfortably. For a lifetime, but the money is far from enough to make the "Sharp Sword" make a comeback.

Today, Hao Xin seems to have only one thought, for the sword!

As for Hao Yun...Hao Xin has to admit that the horrible pain left a deep impression on him during the interrogation that day, which made him calmer and understood what "a gentleman can do" and "strength". difference."

The shot he fired into the magazine had a great impact on him, like a sudden awakening, he turned into a monster on the road of hatred, so disgusting that he wanted to vomit.

And... There is indeed a big gap between him and Hao Yun. He is now running in despair, and that man is still the leader of the strongest mercenary group. Especially after this road of revenge, he is like a clown. To provoke the majestic mountain on the opposite side, and then to carry out ridiculous revenge with conspiracy and tricks again and again, in exchange for his own exhaustion and contempt.

Sometimes Hao Xin also thinks, maybe he should not be too principled, why think so much?As long as the goal is achieved, isn't it all right?

But he can't do it!

If a person doesn't even have a bottom line and principles in life, he's better off as a beast!

So before that day comes, maybe he should keep everything in the deepest part of his heart, and wait for the moment of the final eruption!

this day.

Hao Xin worked in the basement until late at night, while Old Hunter slept soundly on the sofa. He left quietly after leaving the address to be delivered.Old Hunter will help him deliver the goods, and the money will be credited to his account in two days.

That's fine, there's no burden, you can stay if you want, and leave if you want, at least it's safe.

Leaving the alley, the street lamps shone dimly overhead, and the street was silent and uninhabited.This scene is like the scene when he ran here for the first time...

In fact, until today, Hao Xin is not sure whether Hao Yun knows his true identity. That day when he first woke up in a daze, the content of Hao Yun's conversation revolved around him, especially the prisoner.When the word ban came out, he instinctively chose to escape.

But now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be the case...

Hao Xin rubbed the messy hair on the top of his head and sighed.

What's the use of trying to figure it out?I can't be sure that my guess is correct. The most important point is that he just ran away in such a stupid way, so he didn't ask himself?

He really has nothing to do with Hao Yun. No matter when it was Xu Feng or Hao Xin, he always seemed to be the one who was suppressed and would mess up.

Hao Xin bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, and spit out a mouthful of saliva, which seemed to take away the unpleasant smell of smoke.

Back in the rented house, Hao Xin first turned on the computer, connected to the Internet, and logged into his mailbox.

He specially registered an email address to contact "Sword". At first, it was Peacock who contacted him. After Peacock was injured, he became the main board. The position of the main board really made him feel relieved. Apart from explaining their business, Sometimes I even greet and chat a few words, which is a good change.

Motherboard wrote:

The recruits of this period are finally undergoing the final assessment. Recently, Old Hank has been hanging out at the training base. He called today and said that the recruits of this period are very good. He has found a lot of excellent recruits. I hope we have enough conditions to attract them to join.We should not be able to follow the old pattern of remuneration for recruits, it must be attractive enough, so it is still a matter of money.

Mentioning this matter, people from Shadow and the military region have come to me several times, and according to your request, I have dismissed them all.But recently we have been buying large quantities of weapons. In order to avoid doubts about the entry and exit of large sums of money, I now declare that the new boss of "Sharp Sword" has become a Russian.But there is no way for you to escape like this, Shadow should have a way to help you settle the previous shooting incident, right?You can't escape forever, can you?It's not a big deal...

Also, let me answer your question from last time. It’s not that I don’t hate the "Silver War", but I want to protect the "Sword" even more, so I accept you, but I won’t let you do it completely. I will keep watching you and pray that our cooperation will continue.

Finally, let me state that the "sharp sword" will always be a "sharp sword", even if one day he fails, he will die as a "sharp sword" and will never be absorbed by any organization.

that's it.

Peacock is fine now, eagerly anticipating the arrival of new recruits.

After reading the email in one breath, Hao Xin closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, heaving a sigh of relief.

The position of the main board is very clear, and it is obviously very rational and calm. Sometimes Hao Xin is very envious of the calmness of the main board. As a military expert, it seems that there is always a set of thinking logic that others cannot emulate.

If... I was like a motherboard, I would be more relaxed, right?

Or, like a treasury, it must be more despicable, but more direct to achieve the goal.

But I just took the middle value, neither good nor bad, and the road ahead is boundless.

"Ahhh! Never mind! Go to sleep!" Hao Xin scratched his hair fiercely, and threw himself on his bed, wondering if it would be useful all day long?Neither rebuilding the sword nor Hao Yun can be accomplished in a day or two. The most urgent thing now is to sleep and relax.

When Hao Xin was in a daze, he remembered... It seemed that his plan to strengthen his body was stranded indefinitely on a certain day. Sure enough, inertia is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and even death can't take it away!

……

Deep in the desert of Mauritania, West Africa

In a residential building.

Little Boogie sniffed and whimpered, beating a letter one by one with two fingers...

[Teacher...teacher...where are you?Little Boogie misses you so much?Little Buji is crying every day, his eyes are swollen, teacher, you still haven’t come back...] [Little Buji is about to be auctioned off, if you don’t come back, you won’t see little Buji...] [Little Buji, don’t be sold, little Boogie Boogie's mom is sad too... Please come back soon! 】【Also...and...they said I don't know how to change the gun, it's useless, they still want to sell me, woo woo woo...Even if you don't come back, take little Buji away, okay?Little Boogie should not be here, but be with the teacher.Little Boogie must be obedient and won't cause you any trouble. Please, bring Little Boogie. 】【Please...】

"Suck...suck...Master Hao, it's finished." After typing the last word, little Buji sniffed his nose and timidly looked at the man with his legs crossed beside him.

Hao Yunliang opened one side of his teeth and said with a smile, "Hey, I promise I won't sell you."

"woo woo woo woo……"

The author has something to say: This chapter has a lot of writing, so the plot is too much.

I don't know if I wrote it clearly, but in fact Hao Xin's identity has not been exposed, he himself is in trouble, and the last paragraph he heard was talking about the magic stick.

Hmm... There was a joint battle in the later period, which was the civil war between the gang gods. It should be Hao Xin who led people to rescue Hao Yun... I am really looking forward to the plot, but it should be a little later.

PS:

In the end, I let Little Boogie come out to sell the cuteness. This article is only cute, and the rest are rough papers. The atmosphere is a bit dignified recently, so let's relax.