The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

The structure of the back of the brain is clearly displayed in front of everyone, creating a strong sense of visual impact.There is no blood, only gray-brown cerebral cortex tissue, and a white brain with red lines flowing.

Zhao Ziyang, who was enduring the pain, tremblingly kissed Angel, then stretched out his left hand to touch Linghu's belly, his eyes were full of satisfaction and reluctance.

At this moment, everyone seemed to understand what Zhao Ziyang was going to do. He wanted to pull out the chip behind his head himself, without fear of life or death.

"No, you can't do this, you can't!" Angel made a terrified voice, grabbed Linghu's hand and said tremblingly: "Your child is here, you can't..."

Satisfaction flashed in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, and then he roared crazily.

"Ow!..."

The people next to him wanted to stop it, but they couldn't do it at all.Ice Angel and Swart were lying on the ground unable to get up, Linghu didn't have that strength, and Angel was not as fast as Zhao Ziyang.

In everyone's eyes, Zhao Ziyang swung his right hand like lightning and grabbed at the back of his head, tearing off the chip that tortured him into a dog.

The chip was crushed in his hands, and after tearing off the chip, his body lay heavily on the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.

In the underground laboratory, Simon made an angry voice, he had lost contact with the chip.Losing contact means that Zhao Ziyang has destroyed the chip, and he has completely lost control.This is one of the best biochemical warriors, who has devoted all his efforts in the laboratory, but now he has fallen short like this.

"Die! You have to die, you must die!" Simon gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and madness.

He made the connection between the chip and the nerves, touching any nerve would cause fatal consequences, and even he couldn't take it out safely.All Zhao Ziyang must die, even if he does not die, he will not become a complete person.

As Zhao Ziyang crawled to the ground, An Qier and Linghu burst into tears, and even forgot to rescue Zhao Ziyang.

An Qier carefully hugged Zhao Ziyang's head and kissed him, while Linghu sat on the ground and cried bitterly with his hands on his stomach.They have tried their best, they have tried their best, maybe if they give her a little more time, they will definitely be able to find a way, but Zhao Ziyang is not willing to give himself any time and way.

He was tortured to the point that he didn't want to live anymore, so the grievances and hatreds should be over.He is no longer a human being or a ghost, and he has also been a dog, and he personally killed his brother Omo who lived and died with him.

Everyone is helpless, so I will die, maybe after death, it will become more pure, and everything will disappear.

Isn't death the best destination for mercenaries?

"Don't cry!" The ice angel yelled loudly, clutching his belly, walked to Linghu and pulled him up, pointing at Zhao Ziyang and yelling loudly: "He is not an ordinary person, even if I kill him with my own hands, he can come back alive. Will he die? You know, I stabbed him in the heart, do you think a normal person can survive with a wound in his heart? Listen, the special soldier is no longer a human, he is a monster Monsters beyond your imagination!"

"Get out!" Angel's eyes showed murderous intent, and the ice-rushing angel let out a roar that had never been seen before.

She regrets it very much now, regretting why she left the ice angel in the lurker in the first place, she should be killed, otherwise how could this situation happen now?Her childhood friendship was causing trouble, but she didn't expect Zhao Ziyang to be the victim.

"Listen," said the ice angel, meeting Angel's eyes without fear, "Even if you kill me, it's fine, but now we must find ways to bring him back to life. You don't understand, doesn't Linghu understand his physique? ?"

When the ice angel looked at Linghu, his heart was icy cold, because in Linghu's eyes there was nothing but hatred, thicker than blood.

Everyone didn't know about the ice angel's killing of Zhao Ziyang, and she said it just now out of desperation, otherwise how could she be with Linghu?

Linghu didn't speak, stood up with difficulty, waved Swart over, asked Swart and Angel to carry Zhao Ziyang to the hospital bed, and then temporarily covered the back of Zhao Ziyang's head with a plastic skull for sutures.

A series of rescues were carried out in an orderly manner, but Zhao Ziyang was not angry at all.The nerves of the brain are not comparable to heart wounds. According to Zhao Ziyang's powerful self-healing ability, even a wound in the heart can heal itself in a short time, but the nerves are different.

Even with the current medical technology, no one can touch the nerves in the human body, let alone complex projects such as connecting nerves.Although there is neurology, neurology cannot treat nerve damage, it is just an observation and research and adopts some feasible methods to treat it from the outside.

To put it bluntly, patients with neurological problems are just mice, and they are adding new experience to the field of neurology.

All the rescue measures were just treating the dead horse as a live horse doctor. Linghu and Angel did not lose confidence, because Zhao Ziyang's body did not turn cold, but his pulse started beating again.Now he can only rely on himself, and no external force can help him.

"Yang, wake up." An Qier put her arms around Zhao Ziyang and murmured to herself: "As long as you wake up, we can quit the mercenary group and ignore everything. We can also bring Linghu with us, I don't blame you You, I don't blame you at all..."

Linghu didn't speak, and kept staring at the ice angel, making the other party feel creepy.As for Swart, he took out his cigarette and smoked it. He wanted to step forward, but he couldn't. The current leader belongs to the leader and Linghu, and has nothing to do with him.

A group of people took Zhao Ziyang away from England, but the ice angel did not follow, maybe she was frightened by Linghu's eyes, maybe she really had no reason to keep up.She left with a wry smile, she just wanted to apologize, she really didn't intend to kill Zhao Ziyang back then.

The world's mercenary world is once again in a state of turmoil. With the fragmentation of lurkers and defenders, the market has been re-divided again.There are not only many old-fashioned mercenaries among them, but also several mercenary organizations that have never been heard before.

These fresh blood in the mercenary world have excellent equipment and extraordinary combat effectiveness, and they are not at a disadvantage in the competition against the veteran mercenaries, and they have snatched a large piece of cake.

The newly emerging mercenary organizations no longer form the distinction between the third world countries and the first world countries. They have moved to various battlefields in the world, taking on whoever's mission and participating in any war.

They have no worries because they are strong.

Lurkers and Defenders have been forgotten in a corner in just a few months, and only some down-and-out mercenaries will talk about these two powerful mercenary organizations when they huddle in taverns and drink.

It's a pity that these have become past tense, and some people even don't want to listen to it as a story.

Colombia, Cucuta.

Here is close to Venezuela, and the border trade is very active.Its active border trade is not only the normal trade in agriculture, forestry, coffee beans, etc., but also the trade in drugs, arms, and population hidden in the dark underground.

In a tavern where all kinds of religions gather, a drunk with a sloppy beard is drinking cheap wine while shaking a sieve to gamble with a group of drunks.

The wine is local coffee wine, a cheap drink fermented with ground coffee beans, just like a pot of sorghum wine that can be filled for a few dollars in China; the sieve used for gambling is very smooth, But the gambling books around him were small, crumpled bills, stained with the smell of sweat.

"Listen..." The drunk man said loudly with hazy eyes, "I'll take it all!"

There was a roar of laughter all around, and the words always came out of the mouths of drunks, but usually when they were said, they always paid off.This is an interesting guy. He came here a few months ago to hang out and drink in this bar. Every time he got drunk, he would gather a group of people to gamble.

Every time he gambles, he will lose. As long as someone takes advantage of his drinking power to play, he is guaranteed to win the money for the night's drinks, and occasionally win the money for the girl who slept all night.

In short, this drunk man is a very strange person, but no one in the tavern will ask him anything, after all, everyone here has a secret.

As soon as the sieve was opened, it was indeed a drunkard who paid for it.

"Come, come again!" The drunk took out a handful of dollar bills in his pocket and was still on the table, glanced at everyone with his eyes that hadn't been washed for an unknown number of days, and said loudly: "This, this one is not a gamble. , I, I just ask one question!"

Hearing the drunk man's words, the people in the tavern were excited, crowded over one after another, and shouted loudly at the same time: "The strongest mercenary group in the world is the lurkers, and the lurkers are the strongest mercenary group. The people inside are all heroes, the strongest mercenaries!"

Hearing the voices of many people yelling in unison, the drunk laughed happily, and threw the dollars away fiercely.

"Hahahaha... You're right, you're right, hahahaha..." While laughing loudly, the drunk took out all the money he had on him and gave it to the crowd, and walked towards the bar staggeringly.

The girl at the bar took out a bottle of wine and put it on the bar, and went about her own business.In the past few months, everyone has become accustomed to the drunk man, knowing that he is rich, drinking the worst wine, but throwing a lot of dollars, just want to listen to other people's words.

While everyone was scrambling for US dollars, a cripple walked into the tavern and walked straight to the bar.

The cripple was wearing a South American-style straw hat, his left hand kept shaking, and his body limped along with his limped left leg, appearing very accustomed and smooth.If I didn't guess wrong, this is a lame man with hemifacial paralysis caused by a standard stroke, which is an incurable condition.

The cripple walked to the bar and sat on the hard bench with difficulty, took the inferior coffee wine in front of the drunk with his good right hand, and stretched out his thumb to push against the bottle cap.

With a sound of "Bo", the bottle cap was lifted lightly and flew aside.

The girl at the bar had a puzzled look on her face. Although she had seen opening a bottle with her fingers, it was the first time she had done so easily.

"Bastard, how dare you snatch my drink?" The drunk cursed loudly, raised his head to stare at the lame man, and stretched out his hand to tear off his straw hat.

The moment he saw the other's cheek, the drunk was stunned, and then covered his cheek with both hands and cried bitterly.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..." The cripple tapped on the bar table with his fingers, took out a thick stack of US dollars and handed it to the girl at the bar, pointing to the weeping drunk.

Seeing the stack of dollars, the girl shook her head in disdain, and pushed it to the lame man again.

With a "snap", the cripple once again discharged a stack of US dollars, which was worth thirty to forty thousand dollars.

Seeing these US dollars, the girl laughed, took the US dollars to check the authenticity, and walked out of the bar to help the drunk man.

The cripple followed behind with difficulty, and the people in the bar looked at this strange cripple very suspiciously.They really wanted to snatch the cripple, but after seeing the modified Desert Eagle on the cripple's right waist that looked like a synchronous gun, they chose to continue drinking.

The drunk entered a hotel with the support of the girl, took a bath under the service of the girl, and re-shaved his beard, revealing a handsome and charming cheek.

"Oh my god, you're so handsome!" The girl gently stroked the drunk's cheek, and couldn't help feeling a little fussy.

"Tuk tuk..." The cripple knocked on the bathroom door, motioning for the two to come out.

After coming out, the drunk was much cleaner and the smell of alcohol dissipated a lot.

The cripple waved the girl away and gave her a wad of dollars here.

Although she really wanted to stay with the drunk for the night, the girl took the money and left. She felt strange, as if the cripple didn't ask himself to sleep with the drunk.

"Woooooo..." The drunk knelt down facing the lame man, wailed in pain, and said loudly to the lame man, "Boss, I am a traitor, and my blade is a traitor of the Lurker, woooooo..."

"Bang bang!" The cripple patted the table heavily, motioning the drunk to stand up.

"Boss, what's wrong with your body? You..."

The drunk is Dao Feng, and the cripple is Zhao Ziyang. Dao Feng doesn't know why Zhao Ziyang became lame, and he doesn't know what kind of torture Zhao Ziyang has been through.

"Ho ho..." Zhao Ziyang pointed to his throat, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and quickly wrote a line of words on it.

"Why are you dumb? Why are you dumb?" Dao Feng stared blankly at Zhao Ziyang, and suddenly shouted like crazy: "Are they Americans, are they Americans! I want to kill them, I want to kill them!" kill them!"

Zhao Ziyang waved his hand and pointed to the piece of paper.

Daofeng looked down, and tears fell hard on it: We are beasts, we are lunatics, born to fight, never give in, never back down!

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