Become a legend in the interstellar

"I?"

The old mercenary looked incredible.

The battle between the two sides is imminent, and it will be the collision of thousands of people.

In the jungle at the back, there are countless gods and figures from the Nanfeng organization hidden. What's the use of him being so weak?

To die?
Thinking of his possible ending, the old mercenary's scalp tingled.

"What? Don't want to?"

Heihu's face darkened, and he said coldly: "The organization has supported you for so long, now is the time to use you, who else will you not?"

The old mercenary swallowed his saliva, his face turned pale, he glanced into the depths of the jungle, and said in an almost pleading voice: "Boss Heihu, I have been in our organization for so long, and I have worked hard without merit." Ah, can you let me fight in the rear?"

"Yes." Heihu said indifferently.

"Huh? Really?"

The old mercenary was overjoyed, he didn't expect the black tiger to be so talkative today.

He had thought of a lot of pleadings, and planned to hand over more than half of the money he had accumulated over the years, just to save his life.

But now that he didn't need anything, Hei Hu actually agreed with him to go to the rear, which was really an unexpected surprise.

"Hey, thank you, Boss Heihu, I will definitely..."

Chi-!
Before the old mercenary could speak, his eyes suddenly bulged, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He lowered his head tremblingly, looking at his stomach.

A cold dagger pierced into his abdomen impressively, leaving only the wooden handle outside, and the warm blood slowly fell, wetting the dry ground.

After a short period of numbness, severe pain came, and the heart-piercing pain made the old mercenary tremble all over.

This knife was naturally given to him by Heihu!
Heihu's eyes were fierce, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, he grasped the handle of the knife hard, twisted it hard, and then drew the knife violently!

"what--!"

The old mercenary howled in pain, his facial features were distorted in pain.

Blood gushed out of his abdomen, and his whole body arched like a cooked prawn. He could no longer stand up, and could only squat down slowly, clutching his stomach, and blood continued to overflow from the gap between his fingers.

Heihu licked his lips, wiped the blood on the dagger casually, and said cruelly: "If you want to go to the rear, you can. There are still some sandbags in the back, so use your corpse to make up for it."

The old mercenary opened his mouth and looked at Heihu in disbelief, his breath of life getting weaker and weaker.

In any case, he never imagined that when the enemy was approaching, Heihu would actually attack the people inside his organization.

When the enemy is at present, we should unite.

Aren't you afraid of causing dissatisfaction among other members of the organization and even causing panic by killing people like this?

This question flashed through the old mercenary's mind, but he had no time to think about it.

The countdown of his life has begun, and time is running out.

After he died, perhaps as Heihu said, his body would be dragged behind and become a prop like a sandbag, stuffed into a certain fortification.

This kind of thing often happens in times of war.

When the racial war was the most intense in the past, due to the bad roads, many Terran fighters had to throw the bodies of their teammates into the potholes on the road to meet the normal driving needs of armored vehicles.

The old mercenary's lips were already turning white, and he fell to the ground, pointing at Heihu tremblingly: "Heihu, you fucking trash... trash one..."

Now, he no longer has to be afraid of the black tiger.

He was already considered a dead person, he could scold him as much as he wanted, and he would run out of time if he didn't, so a few words of scolding before he died would make him feel better.

"Rubbish?"

Heihu sneered, stepped on the old mercenary's bleeding stomach, stomped hard, and made the old mercenary howl again.

With a cruel look on his face, he said to the old mercenary: "Yes, I am trash, why not you, everyone is trash, it's just the difference between high-grade trash and low-grade trash!"

"you……"

The old mercenary's face was full of pain, and his voice trembled in pain.

His hands were covered in blood, and he pointed at Heihu, but he didn't know what else to say.

"As a high-level trash, I can kill you, a low-level trash. Are you convinced? If you don't accept it, you can turn into a ghost and come to me!" Heihu said with an arrogant tone and sneered.

After finishing speaking, Heihu turned his head and glanced cruelly at the other people.

Then he pointed at Wang Teng casually.

"Xiao Wu, it's time for you to contribute to the organization." His voice was harsh, with an undisguised threat, and he stared fiercely at Wang Teng.

"Oh? Is it my turn?"

Wang Teng suddenly smiled.

There was no unwillingness and loneliness on his face in the past, and he could not see the slightest fear, as if he was a different person.

Seeing his appearance, Heihu frowned. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and said: "Yes, when you come, go outside to find out the reality of the Nanfeng organization. I suspect that they are just here. Feigning an attack from one direction, making noise to attract our attention, the real attack may come from another direction."

After speaking, the uncomfortable feeling became stronger.

Heihu felt a little strange, why did he explain so much to this weak guy?
Wouldn't it be enough to just force him to investigate in the jungle?

This is due to his personality, he will not explain to his subordinates at all, but only to the leader of the organization "Tiger", or the other "Blue Tiger", "Blue Tiger", "Green Tiger" and others who are equal to him Explain some questions.

"Why don't you move?" Heihu's eyes turned cold, and a killing intent appeared on his face, staring straight at Wang Teng.

"What if I don't want to go?" Wang Teng smiled lightly and asked casually, with a very relaxed tone.

"Do you want to die too?" Heihu asked coldly with a ferocious expression.

"My death is not something you can decide."

Wang Teng still smiled lightly, as if he didn't take the threat of the black tiger seriously.

To Heihu and the other mercenaries around him, his appearance was too abnormal.

As a low-level mercenary, garbage among garbage, scum whose combat power is infinitely close to zero, how could he have the courage to refuse Heihu's arrangement?
Didn't you see that old mercenary was bleeding all over, was he almost dead?

"Why? I'm so courageous, I think I can do it?"

Heihu laughed angrily, twisted his neck, and made a clicking sound.

Seeing this, the other mercenaries around all shrank their heads, looking terrified, for fear that Heihu would take his anger on them.

The few of them had lived underground with the old mercenary for a long time, and they had already become very good friends. But at this time when the old mercenary was about to die, they didn't have any courage to say a word for the old mercenary.

At such a juncture, even the slightest sound may arouse Heihu's anger.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Heihu's eyes were fierce, and he let go of the old mercenary's foot, holding a blood-dripping dagger in his hand, and slowly took a step forward. With this step, it skyrocketed, like a ferocious tiger about to be released.

Ordinary mercenaries would be too frightened to speak just by facing this aura.

Those with a little bit of courage would probably kneel down and beg for mercy on the spot, begging Heihu to let him live.

And this is what Heihu likes to see the most.

He just likes others to kneel at his feet, like a slave, throwing away all dignity, and humbly pray to him.

In this way, he will have a refreshing feeling of dominating life and death and becoming a god!
"Why don't you talk? Are you scared?" Heihu sneered, and took another step forward, approaching Wang Teng continuously.

But Wang Teng's expression remained the same, as if he hadn't seen him approaching, with a faint smile on his face.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Heihu saw a trace of contempt in that smile, as if a giant dragon was looking down on the ants.

He stagnated, and the uncomfortable feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, someone not far away suddenly shouted: "Heihu, what's wrong with you here?"

"Boss, someone is disobedient, it's just a trivial matter." Hei Hu turned his head and replied.

The person who made the sound was obviously the boss of the organization, a man code-named "Tiger".

The tiger came over, saw the old mercenary lying on the ground, and glanced at the blood-stained dagger in Heihu's hand, frowned, and said, "Why did you kill him directly?"

"Unfortunate times, kill one to warn others." Hei Hu replied.

"Did it work?" Tiger glanced at Wang Teng, "Is there anyone else who is disobedient?"

"Well, this is Wu Yong." Heihu pointed at Wang Teng. In front of the tiger, his expression was not as fierce as before, and he restrained himself a lot.

"he?"

Tiger frowned and looked at Wang Teng.

Of course he knew Wang Teng, after all he was the one who arranged for Wang Teng to feed the slaves underground.

As the boss of an organization, remembering the appearance and name of each mercenary is the most basic thing.

If he can't even do this, he doesn't have to be the boss.

"Xiao Wu, in this critical time, Black Tiger has the right to deal with everyone under him." Tiger said flatly, "If you don't obey orders, he can kill you, understand?"

"I understand." Wang Teng smiled lightly.

"As long as you know."

Tiger's tone was indifferent, and he didn't take this matter to heart, thinking it was just a small conflict.

Just after he finished speaking, the communicator on his body suddenly rang.

It was Wang Zhong, the person in charge of the town, who called.

Wang Zhong stood on the high platform of the square, saw the situation here through the monitor, and asked, "Tiger, what's going on here? The enemy is coming, don't dawdle!"

"It's just a small matter. One member is disobedient." Tiger replied by picking up the communicator.

"Which member?" Wang Zhong frowned and stared at the monitor.

"The one who sweeps the floor."

"It's him again?"

Wang Zhong had a bad look on his face, he generally wouldn't remember this kind of low-level mercenary.

But yesterday morning, when Wang Teng was sweeping the floor, he almost bumped into Luo Xi, the president of the Southwest Mercenary Union who had just left the house.

This made him remember Wang Teng's appearance.

He stared at the monitor, and soon saw Wang Teng with a faint smile on his face. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, and said to the communicator: "It always causes troubles, and things will inevitably go wrong at critical moments. Kill it."

"it is good!"

The tiger didn't refuse, but agreed directly.

A low-level mercenary like rubbish can be killed, and there is almost no loss to his organization.

Moreover, Wang Teng is disobedient now, so there is a reason to kill him.

The tiger looked at Wang Teng again, his eyes became extremely indifferent, and a killing intent flashed across his face, but he didn't do it himself, but glanced at Heihu.

Heihu understood, smiled cruelly, and gently wiped the dagger in his hand.

"Xiao Wu, I'm not talking about you. Even if you want to die, you shouldn't use this method." He moved forward slowly, "I still have the same question as before. How do you want to die?"

"It's not your turn to ask me this question." Wang Teng said with a faint smile.

"is it?"

Heihu laughed even more cruelly. As he approached Wang Teng, he asked, "Am I not qualified to ask you? Do you think anyone can ask you, him?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Su Xia who was beside him.

From just now to now, several other mercenaries lowered their heads out of fear, and some even took a step or two back.

But Su Xia neither retreated nor lowered her head, her face was calm.

His appearance also made Heihu very uncomfortable.

what is it today?
Another one who is not afraid of death?
Heihu likes to see other people's fear and humility, and doesn't like Su Xia's calm face, so he points directly at Su Xia, planning to drag Su Xia into this situation and find an excuse to kill him together.

"How? Is he qualified to ask how you died?" Heihu smiled cruelly, licking the corners of his mouth, as if enjoying the feeling of constantly approaching his prey.

From behind, the tiger saw what the black tiger was thinking, but he didn't stop him, he just let the black tiger act.

In extraordinary times, extraordinary means must be used.

This kind of people who don't obey orders and are not afraid of the upper class will cause trouble sooner or later.

On the high platform of the square in the distance, Wang Zhong watched the scene coldly through the monitor, and also did not intend to stop it.

He even planned to edit the video from the monitor and distribute it to various mercenary organizations after the matter of the Nanfeng organization was over, to deter those low-level mercenaries and let the low-level mercenaries know the price of disobedience.

"I was asking you something, why didn't you answer?" Hei Hu was only two steps away from Wang Teng, holding a bloody dagger.

To his surprise, Wang Teng nodded, put away the faint smile on his face, and became extremely serious.

Then, Wang Teng replied: "You are right, he is indeed qualified to ask me how to die."

"Oh?"

This answer not only surprised Heihu, but also surprised Tiger.

The tiger frowned, and looked at Su Xia carefully, but he didn't feel the slightest wave of spiritual energy, nor did he feel any threat.

He knew that Su Xia's current status was just a warehouse manager in the past, and she had no combat effectiveness at all.

"Just him?"

Heihu really wanted to laugh this time, and pointed his knife at Su Xia.

Two months ago, when Qiao Tu was demoted, he also knelt in front of him and humbly took out his work permit from under his feet.

In his eyes, Qiao Tu and Wu Yong are just ants.

"Seeing that you two have been underground for the past two days, you have a good relationship."

Heihu suddenly thought of a very interesting thing, his face became more cruel, and he sneered and said: "Since you said so, then I will satisfy you."

As he said that, he suddenly threw the dagger in his hand forward, and threw it in front of Su Xia.

"Go, kill him!" Hei Hu pointed at Wang Teng, and ordered Su Xia coldly.

"I?"

Su Xia also smiled.