Village Doctor's Magic Hands

The terrain inside and outside the manor on the top of the mountain is empty. Even if hundreds of people stand together at the same time, there are still redundant positions. However, at the moment, the whole third mercenary regiment has been surrounded by three layers inside and outside.

"Come on, uncle, let's go out to see the play too?" Zhao Sanjin smiled and glanced at Si Le, who was still sleeping, and could only look at the Si que on one side.

"Let's go!" the sparrow smiled noncommittally and took the lead in raising his feet and walking outside!

The hall was soon empty. Zhao Sanjin and Si que walked in front, and all the members followed out one after another. Looking at hundreds of heads, Zhao Sanjin couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"This is the power of gangs. No wonder a gangster will endanger the stability of a place!" Zhao Sanjin thought about some miscellaneous things in his heart.

"Defeated!" the mercenary commander looked at the many core figures in the villa, smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed: "it's man who makes the plan and God who makes the success. This sentence is not false at all!"

If they had not given the wrong information, I think the head would not have made such an absurd move of attacking the manor at night.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

"Are you the mercenary invited by stavalle? The third mercenary regiment in Africa?" the sparrow looked at the number of people in the field less than 50 and asked with a slight frown.

"Stavalle?" sparrow's words made the head frown more and asked quickly, "do you say the person who hired us this time is stavalle?"

This question really asked the sparrow. Looking at the head in front of him, he asked, "you don't even know who hired you. Who gave you the courage to kill so righteously?"

The sparrow was really happy. He wondered who these people are. Are they all elm heads? Do things without thinking at all? What if it's a trap for them? Then the whole army must be destroyed?

"Our mercenaries have an employment organization team. Our mercenary regiment is only responsible for taking the task and does not look at the employer. Only when we finish the task and get the money will we know the name of the employer." the head said bluntly without concealing anything at all.

"It seems that the mercenary organization can't be underestimated?" Si que smiled, but it was obviously not his concern, so he waved his hand and asked, "so even without you, there will be the next batch, right?"

"It's reasonable, because the employer has paid a part of the deposit. Even if we fail, the deposit is still not refunded. The employer can choose to give up the pursuit or continue the pursuit."

The regimental commander took a deep breath, coughed twice and continued to say slowly, "anyway, it doesn't cost money to continue chasing and killing. Why do you think he should stop?"

"Reasonable!" the sparrow nodded noncommittally, indicating that there was nothing wrong with this idea. However, as soon as the voice fell, the sparrow asked again, "can I hire you?"

"No!" how could the commander not understand that the sparrow was giving them a way, but the fact was the fact. If the commander promised the sparrow that he could, he would face the pursuit of the whole mercenary organization.

The head of the regiment can't afford such a result. In this case, it's better to die directly.

"Smelly boy, you ask me, I feel I'm a little poor..." Si que opened his mouth and didn't know how to continue to speak. After that, he could only push Zhao Sanjin out as a shield.

But Zhao Sanjin's words stunned everyone!

"What's to ask? The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth. These people will kill them directly, and send the news back to the mercenary organization to make an example!"

For a moment, the scene became silent. Everyone didn't know how to answer, especially the mercenaries.

It's false to say that you are not afraid of death. If you can live well, who has to want to die, don't you? Even these mercenaries are no exception. No matter whether they don't put their heads on their belts or not, what's wrong with living one more day?

"Hunting... Falcon..." the head looked at the man in front of him unbelievably. He was twenty-five or six years old, with a beautiful face and a posture with his hands on his back. He looked no different from ordinary people.

The whole leader began to tremble. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or excitement. Even Zhao Sanjin looked at the leader in some confusion, frowned and asked, "are you calling me?"

"Aren't you a falcon?" the leader's words have become respected. Although this inadvertent small change is fleeting, it is still captured by Zhao Sanjin and Si que.

"As like as two peas," the head of the Colonel asked tentatively. "After all, there is no reason for the leader to feel that the head of the delegation has such a similar person in the world. Only amnesia is the reason why he can explain the problem at hand.

Take the head into the hall of the villa. All the other members are still escorted by hundreds of people on the lawn. As for the core members who were in the hall before, they are now turned away by the sparrow.

In the hall, Si Le also woke up. Looking at the only three people who came in, there was a stranger besides Zhao Sanjin and Si que. He couldn't help asking, "brother Zhao Sanjin, who is this man? He looks so murderous!"

Si Le is also a martial artist. He has contact with murderous Qi. Even if he can't see or touch it, people who understand it can clearly feel it. This makes Zhao Sanjing very embarrassed. He truthfully replied, "I want to ask him something about my memory loss. Sit down."

"Oh!" Si Le nodded in understanding, but then he was not calm. He looked at Zhao Sanjin with a frightened face and asked repeatedly, "he knows what happened before you lost your memory? Does that mean that you will leave me after you know all this... We?"

"Si Le, sit down first!" Zhao Sanjin was embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer this question. Fortunately, there was Si que, who solved the siege for Zhao Sanjin in time.

The dissatisfied Si Le muttered and sat down with a small mouth, but his hands were dead, holding Zhao Sanjin's arm. It seemed that he was afraid that Zhao Sanjin would run away if he wasn't careful. It really made Zhao Sanjin and Si que have no choice.

"Talk about yourself first!" since there was no one else in the hall, Zhao Sankin directly cut into the theme and asked.

"Sol, the head of the third African mercenary regiment, was given the nickname of life, and the task of the street mercenary organization came to assassinate you." the head's real name is sol. It's a good name, but it's not what Zhao Sanjin cares about and wants to know.

The frown of Zhao Sanjin immediately made sol tremble and hurriedly continued: "you are the captain of a mysterious special team in China. You have been performing some dangerous and confidential tasks in various countries all year round. You knew you two years ago. You led your team members to Africa."