The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

The hunters who went to the Giza Heights to explore the truth came to the corridor again, and it was already night when they arrived at their destination.They didn't choose to do it at night. According to their immature conclusion, these zombies are likely to be afraid of the sun.

With this summary, they changed the entry exploration time to daytime.Perhaps this is not the most suitable, but after all, it can bring them a sense of security during the day, and even if they retreat, they can find a sense of direction.

The pyramid must not be entered again, maybe it will be attacked by countless zombies as soon as you step in, this is not fun.

After much deliberation, they chose to enter the ruins on the north side of the pyramid, rest and recuperate in the queen's coffin chamber of the pyramid ruins, and wait for the dawn.

"Burst shot, I think it's more appropriate for us to go in at night, and we can't turn on the flashlight when we enter in the dark." A hunter suggested to Burst Shooter.

This is the hunter who entered the corridor with the burst of fire. He thought over and over again about the behavior of those zombies, and felt that the zombies had a special sensitivity to light.

At first, these zombies were all lying on the ground, motionless, just like dead bodies.But with the light of the flashlight, they began to wake up slowly, and then became violent.It can be seen that not only is light not their weakness, but it can also awaken the tyrannical elements hidden deep in their bodies.

"I've thought about this." Dianshe took a sip of water, took out a piece of cardboard from his pocket and handed it to the hunter, "I found this in the crack of the door, I choose to believe it."

There are only two words written on the cardboard: photophobia.

This is of course what Zhao Ziyang meant. Since these people are cannon fodder, besides guiding them to find this place, we must also provide them with some necessary help.

These zombies are afraid of the light, and the light will make them feel very uncomfortable, so they will behave abnormally violently.If they are in the dark, they are no different from ordinary dead bodies, and such low-level zombies are nothing to worry about.

"Do you believe it?" The hunter flipped through the cardboard, feeling a little unreliable.

"Do you know, this is the lurkers guiding us." Point shot frowned and said: "I feel that our actions are completely under the control of the lurkers, from the moment they let us go."

"Since this is the case, why should we let them at their mercy?" The hurricane beside him let out a low growl.

They know who the lurkers are better than anyone else. When they became mercenaries, their superior organized them to study various mercenary organizations in the world.The most important thing to learn is the Lurker Mercenary Corps, as well as Lurker's Zhao Ziyang.

"Listen." Burst said in a low voice: "I suspect that the lurkers have encountered these situations earlier than us, and have more experience than us, so the information they send will only benefit us. Although we have repeatedly fought with lurkers on the Libyan battlefield Those who collide head-on, but in the face of this matter, maybe we are comrades-in-arms, understand?"

The hurricane closed its mouth. Indeed, if you think about it this way, you can be sure that the lurkers are not malicious to them, but are helping them.

"Rodriguez!" Hurricane suddenly shot at the point: "Rodriguez, the most famous broker in the mercenary world, maybe he can help us."

As a professional broker in the mercenary industry, Rodriguez has basically dealt with any mercenary group.After the hunter was established, he once approached the regiment leader Bingren with the willingness to cooperate, but he was rejected by the soldier because Hurricane was by his side at that time.

The hunter mercenary group does not need professional agents to help them find tasks, and the real purpose of their establishment is not mercenaries who fight for money.It is very clear what it is for, and it is the war in Libya.

Their sacrifices have allowed the United States, which has retreated to the second line, to still obtain great benefits. As for the way to obtain benefits, it is the matter of the US government.They would never let their soldiers form a mercenary army without any interest, nor did they say that they let their soldiers die on the battlefield intentionally, and then conduct experiments.

It should be said that experimenting with dead bodies was just incidental, and that's definitely not what they wanted.

"Satellite phone." Point shot made a gesture, took the satellite phone and handed it to Hurricane: "Contact Rodriguez and get the contact information of the lurker."

Obtaining the contact information of the Lurker through Rodriguez is the only way now, and perhaps more help can be obtained from the Lurker.

"Hello, I'm Rodriguez, what can I do for you?" Rodriguez's always energetic voice sounded.

"Hello, Mr. Rodriguez, we are hunters."

"Hunters? My God, I heard you right, are you hunters?" Rodriguez made a surprised voice, then lowered his voice and said, "With all due respect, you have been expelled from the mercenary world. In the future, there will be no more titles of hunters. Not only will they be delisted, but now as long as they find hunter mercenaries, they will immediately be rounded up by the mercenary community."

Hearing this, Hurricane was stunned for a moment, but immediately accepted the reality frankly.The name hunter doesn't matter, he doesn't live for the word hunter, besides, he doesn't want to be a mercenary at all.

"However... I am willing to serve you, whether you are hunters or what, I will introduce tasks for you. Do you know that your current situation is not the most miserable, the most miserable is the lurker. Two years ago, About two years ago, there were only a few of them left, and they made a career with my help. Aha, I'm not bragging, if you don't believe me, you can ask their leader. Oh, no , you should ask the well-known special soldier in the mercenary world, he still owes me a favor, hahaha..."

Regarding Rodriguez's words, Hurricane did not express any doubts, and he knew that the Lurker had a hard time at that time.

"Mr. Rodriguez, I would like to ask you to do us a favor."

"Of course no problem, tell me how your current combat effectiveness is? I will arrange the most suitable tasks for you, I assure you of this." Rodriguez's spirit was lifted, he likes this kind of down-and-out mercenary group the most , will always make him a lot of money.

"We don't need quests, we want to get the contact information of the lurkers." Hurricane thought for a while and continued: "I know this is against the rules, but we really encountered a problem and need the help of the lurkers. We will give you a A handsome fee for information, please help us."

"What? Are you going to negotiate with Lurkers?" Rodriguez made a surprised voice: "Oh my God, who in the mercenary world doesn't know that Lurkers have wiped out all your bases, don't you guys want to follow them with fear of death?" Their theory? No, no, no, I won't give it to you, because it will harm you. With all due respect, according to your development trend and potential, you may not be able to fight against lurkers in another ten or eight years."

"No, we need their help, and we're willing to pay you for the information you deserve."

"Children, that will hurt you, alas... wait, how should the information fee be calculated?"

"Fifty thousand dollars!" Hurricane opened his mouth and said.

"My health is not good, I should go to bed early. I have to go to Wall Street tomorrow. Crude oil has soared recently. I will see if I can make another fortune..."

"20 dollars!" Hurricane gritted his teeth.

This is already a very high price, as long as there is only one contact information.

"Listen!" Rodriguez's words were full of anger: "I will not betray my bottom line, I have my principles!"

"50 dollars!" Point shot snatched the phone and said loudly.

"Deal!" Rodriguez made a final decision, then quickly stated his bank account and hung up the phone.

After getting Rodriguez's account, he immediately made a phone call and transferred 50 US dollars to Rodriguez's account through the bank.After the money arrived, Rodriguez immediately told them the contact information of the lurkers, and scolded these guys in his heart as a bunch of idiots.

At this time, Zhao Ziyang and others were playing a small game with the captured agent. The small game was called Confession of the Truth, and it was stipulated that whoever told a lie would be punished.

"Are the rules of the game clear?" Foxhun, who was wearing a tight black camisole, sat cross-legged opposite the agent.

The hunting fox in this outfit is extremely sexy, and when he lowers his head a little, he can expose a snow-white gully on his chest, which arouses people's daydreams.

The agent nodded, he didn't want to play games, but unfortunately he had to play if he didn't want to.The consequences of playing the game were similar to those of not playing, but playing the game always made him feel that there was a silver lining.

"Which department are you from?" Foxhunting lowered his head and asked, revealing a touch of white on his chest.

"I belong to the CIA." The agent replied very cooperatively, but his eyes scanned the ground on both sides back and forth, revealing a trace of fear.

On either side are a row of toothpicks, a scalpel, a bucket of ice cubes, a hammer, a towel, and a small basin of clean water.

After seeing these things, the agent immediately understood the purpose of these things, so he would rather choose to tell the truth.

"Very well, what you said is the truth, it's your turn to ask me." Hunting Fox handed over the power to the other party.

This game is very fair, with one question and one answer, absolutely no racial, ethnic, or national injustice will occur.

"Who are you?" the agent asked.

"Fox hunting." Fox hunting smiled, raised his head and asked, "The purpose of your coming here."

"Surveillance." After the agent answered, he was afraid that the answer would not be detailed enough and added: "To monitor the personnel designated by the superior, we usually monitor a target with two people, and these targets are retired mercenaries."

"Very good, now I hand over the rights to you again." Hunting Fox smiled brightly, his beautiful cheeks were extremely charming.

But this agent didn't have the time to appreciate the beauty of the hunting fox. He knew that the woman in front of him was not simple, much more powerful than the oriental woman who grabbed him and beat him up.

"Why did you arrest me?" the agent asked.

"For playing games, well, it's my turn again."

Te Te was startled, knowing that he asked the stupidest question.

"Why are you spying on them?" Foxhunting asked casually scratching his chest with his nails.

The nails scratched a pink trace on the white chest of Hunting Fox, not only not obtrusive, but also very charming and charming.

"The superior asked us to monitor." The agent opened his mouth and said, with a smile in his eyes.

Maybe it's because the atmosphere has eased, maybe it's because of his naturally romantic character, maybe it's because he's learning to hunt foxes.

With a sound of "shua", the scalpel suddenly flew up, slashed at the agent's calf like lightning, and then returned to the original place.

The muscles on the agent's calf slowly slid down, and blood flowed like a spring.

"Ah!..." The agent cried out in pain.

"It's not true, so you have been punished by the rules of the game." Foxhunting licked his lips, eyes full of excitement.

Fox hunting likes to play this kind of game, and mercenaries will always become a little perverted after working for a long time, and they all have a special hobby for this kind of violence and teasing people.

After 10 minutes, everything on the ground was fully utilized on the agent.When Hunting Fox was satisfied, the agent only had the strength to widen his eyes.Ice remained in his mouth, and his teeth were knocked out one by one with a hammer.

This is a very fair game, Fox Hunting has always thought so, even though fairness is in her hands, it is not an absolute fairness.