The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

Zhao Ziyang, whose physique was already far superior to that of ordinary people, did not die, but his nerves were greatly damaged, the left half of his body was paralyzed, and he could no longer speak.His inability to speak is not due to vocal cords or throat, but due to damage to the nerves that manage conversational language, and at most he can only make non-linguistic calls.

He lived a miserable life than most people, but he was also luckier than most people. After all, it is a good thing to be alive, but living like this makes people feel that he is better than dead.

"I am a traitor to Lurker," Dao Feng said to Zhao Ziyang calmly while sitting on the ground, "I belong to the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States, the Overseas Security Division, and have been undercover since the establishment of Lurker, monitoring every move of Lurker." One move, timely information feedback, in order to achieve the US government's control over the mercenary industry. There are many others like me, covering every mercenary group."

Zhao Ziyang smiled with half of his non-paralyzed cheeks, took a pen and wrote a line on the paper and handed it to Dao Feng.

After reading this piece of paper, Dao Feng shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Boss, I had no choice but to expose myself otherwise."

Zhao Ziyang's piece of paper said "Pyramid Apache". When they entered the Egyptian pyramid to rescue Angel, they were held hostage by the Apache helicopter gunship sent by Raul. It has been determined that the blade is hidden among the lurkers. traitor.

"Hey, in fact, even if there wasn't that time, you would gradually expose me." Dao Feng took out a crumpled cigarette and lit it, took a puff and said, "You know, boss, you may not even know how powerful you are." Yes. You have a bigger file than anyone in the CIA because you're better than them. You didn't kill me because you didn't see me, but because we fought side by side, and lived and died together. "

Zhao Ziyang shook his head, saying that was not the case.

For Zhao Ziyang, Dao Feng is full of respect.He is different from Black Eagle. Black Eagle only wants to do some ideological things, but Zhao Ziyang doesn't care about that. He just wants to lead people to live, and he can do whatever he wants to survive.It is precisely because of this that it makes people feel scary, and it will be convinced by the mercenaries, and it will be admired by people like Dao Feng.

He brought the lurkers out of fragmentation, and became the king of the mercenary world, which is enough for everyone to respect him.In addition to this, Dao Feng and the others owe Zhao Ziyang their lives.

"Boss," Dao Feng lowered his head and said with a face full of disappointment: "I will always be a traitor in this life, I betrayed you..."

A piece of paper was handed to Daofeng by Zhao Ziyang, along with a pistol.

There is a line written on the paper: You can be a hero.

What Zhao Ziyang meant was obvious. He was telling Dao Feng: You don't have to be a traitor all your life, you can be a hero of the US government.

Blade betrayed the lurker, he did not betray the US government, strictly speaking he is not a traitor, how can he be a traitor if he went undercover for the motherland?

Seeing these words, Dao Feng smiled wryly, shook his head vigorously and said, "Hero? I can't be a hero, maybe I will be a traitor all my life."

Pushing the gun back to Zhao Ziyang, Dao Feng said: "Boss, even though your body has become like this, I don't have the confidence to do heroic things on you. You know, I can't sleep, just sleep I would have nightmares, dreaming of Seth choking my neck, dreaming of my brothers standing in front of me bloody and demanding my life. I have lost myself, and all I can do is to finish this traitor to the end."

Zhao Ziyang patted Dao Feng's shoulder, with a smile on his face, and wrote another line: Tell me what you know, and be your traitor.

With a wry smile, Dao Feng told Zhao Ziyang everything he knew, and there was nothing he could do.The taste of being a traitor is worse than anything else, and he has already tasted the feeling that life is worse than death in the past few months.Too many brothers died by his own hands. He is a human being, and as a human being, he has feelings, and he will never be able to forgive himself.

Dao Feng explained in detail, telling Zhao Ziyang everything he knew.

When he was in the army, he was selected as the executor of overseas affairs security. He used his gambling advantage to cause bad influence in the army, and then he was driven out of the army through conflicts and placed as a lurker.

At that time, the lurkers were recruiting manpower, and the blades kicked out of the army had outstanding evil deeds, but their abilities were very strong, and they were easily recruited.After entering the Lurker, Blade began to pass all the movements of the Lurker to the US Central Intelligence Agency, in order to achieve the US government's control over the mercenaries, and to adjust a series of its own strategies.

Originally, Dao Feng had completed the task and was about to retire, but Dao Feng did not return to China to get promoted and make a fortune. It seemed difficult to accept that the Lurker was completely destroyed again.

To put it simply, he already has deep feelings for the Lurker.Psychologically speaking, an undercover agent who hides deeply will try to make himself a part of it during the undercover process, and over time he will truly regard himself as one of them, just like telling a lie a hundred times becomes the truth .

For everything Dao Feng said, Zhao Ziyang has been listening quietly, his face is calm, without any sadness or joy.Having experienced life and death several times, he can look at everything with calm eyes, including betrayal, and nothing is more important than being alive.

"The Lurker needs you." Zhao Ziyang wrote a line and handed it to Dao Feng, smiling at him.

Seeing these words, Dao Feng couldn't believe it at first, and then wept aloud while covering his cheeks.As for why he cried, maybe only he knows. If outsiders guess, they will definitely say that Lurker has been firmly tied to the life of Dao Feng.

Without any hesitation, Dao Feng followed Zhao Ziyang and left Columbia for the US state of Hawaii.

This is a world-famous place with the most beautiful beaches and coasts, especially Honolulu, Hawaii.

It is sunny and sunny all year round, and it is suitable for swimming, surfing, boating and fishing.More than 40 ships enter and exit each year, and [-] tourists enter and exit every day. It is an excellent tourist attraction in the world.

Waikiki Beach, a small hotel is located here.The hotel is not a traditional hotel, but a small villa located on the beach. Each room is a small villa. From here, you can see the blue sky and clear water, and the sea breeze is blowing unobstructed, which is refreshing. .

In the beach courtyard of a villa, Swart injected drugs into the left arm artery with a needle, and lay heavily on the chair to enjoy the unspeakable pleasure.

His drug addiction is getting bigger and bigger, and it is necessary to meet his current needs with high-purity natural drugs.Naturally, he didn't go to the drug rehabilitation center. He didn't want to go, and he didn't want to go. It was impossible to live a life that restricted freedom.What I have to do now is to take drugs freely, and then fight until I die after satisfying the addiction.

Quite simply, that's what Swart's life is all about, and he's a junkie, a junkie who craves a bullet in his head.

"Can you give me some?" Pandora walked in at some unknown time and sat next to Swart.

Hearing Pandora's voice, Swart struggled to open his eyes from the extreme pleasure, took out a cigar and handed it to the other party.

"I'm sorry for Seth's death, but that's no reason for you to give up on yourself."

"No, I'm not giving up on myself, I just want to taste what it tastes like." Pandora threw the cigar back and said, "Give me a taste."

Swart slowly stood up from the recliner, put the cigar on the tip of his nose and sniffed it vigorously for a while, shook his head and threw it to the ground, raised his feet and stepped heavily on the sand.

"Damn, I'm no longer a ghost, please don't talk to me like this, okay?" Swart stared at Pandora and roared: "I warn you, I warn you not to say that you are also a ghost in front of me." Gotta taste what it's like. Bastard, it's poison. It's the worst poison in the world. It'll make you fly, make you forget everything, make you enjoy things you've never had, but —it's poison, it's poison, you understand?"

With a "snap", Swart was punched heavily in the face, and his strong body fell to the sand.

Pandora, who knocked Swart down with a punch, showed a bright smile, and said to him, "I wanted to beat you a long time ago, but there is no reason."

Swart on the ground wiped the corner of his mouth, jumped up with one hand on the ground, rushed towards Pandora frantically, and punched Pandora hard on the cheek.

There was a muffled sound of the fist colliding with the cheekbone, and Pandora was hit straight to the ground by the punch, her head becoming dizzy.

"I want to fight, okay, come on, I'm looking for someone to fight hard!" Swart shouted loudly, reaching out to make Pandora stand up and fight him hard.

Pandora lying on the ground suddenly stretched out her legs to wrap around Swart's calf, and tripped him to the ground like lightning. At the same time, her body rolled to one side and entangled Swart's legs in the opposite direction.

The sound of bones being bent back sounded, and Swart's face was full of pain, but he tried to break free unwillingly and pulled out the saber on his body.

"Shua", the saber slashed towards Pandora and strangled his calf, extremely fierce.

Seeing the saber coming, Pandora immediately loosened her legs to avoid Swart's knife, flipped her right hand, took out a tiger-tooth fighting knife and threw it at Swart, who was less than five meters away.This kind of fight at such a close range is not a fight at all, but a life-and-death fight, and the two of them are fighting with their lives.

"Chick", a bloodstain appeared on Swart's face as he shook his head vigorously, and the blood instantly condensed into blood beads and rolled down his cheeks.

Pandora, who threw out her saber, leaned forward and kicked heavily on Swart's lower abdomen.But at the same time she kicked Swart's lower abdomen, Swart stretched out his right foot and kicked the opponent's knee hard, and at the same time threw the saber in his hand at Pandora.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two landed at the same time, and the saber was dodged by Pandora.

The short-term fight was full of dangers, and neither side showed mercy, and they all fought to the death, just like facing the enemy on the battlefield.

The two lay quietly on the sand with their eyes closed, breathing the sea breeze.

"Swart, we're still alive."

"Yes, we are still alive."

The two stopped talking, only drops of crystal clear liquid flowed from the corners of their eyes...