Village Doctor's Magic Hands

Obviously, compared with the lives of the members of this group of mercenaries, Zhao Sanjin cares more about his life experience. Anyway, there is no essential difference between killing them and not killing them.

It has been said before that the mercenary organization will continue to send people, but their third mercenary regiment will certainly not continue to send people. In this way, what is the difference between killing them and releasing them? Maybe give them a chance and pave a way for Zhao Sanjin in the future?

"You said that two years ago I went to Africa on a mission and brought a mysterious special team? Who are they? Do you know them?" Zhao Sanjin asked several questions at once, but in the final analysis, he just wanted to find his teammates.

"Remember." if it's another team, sol certainly doesn't remember, but even now, he still has a deep memory of Zhao Sanjin's team. It's nothing else because the image Zhao Sanjin left him is really terrible.

After a little thought, sol quickly said, "the vice captain of your team is Li Changqing. It is said that this is his code name. He has a woman whose name is unclear. In addition, your team has a woman named Mu Chen. I don't know whether it's a code name or a real name."

Sol continued to rack his brains, slapped his head and added: "there is another player who looks quite good with you. The code name is name. I forgot his name, but it's a dragon."

"Li Changqing? Mu Chen? Fire dragon?" Zhao Sanjin thought carefully about the three names given by sol, especially in Sol's last sentence. He couldn't help but say to himself, "those surnamed dragon, dragon, Dragon..."

"Long Qianqiu?" Zhao Sanjin said a name, which he heard from two old men on central street yesterday.

As soon as the voice was out, sol shouted, "yes, yes, that's the name. What he told me was long Qianqiu."

"Generally speaking, as you said, we are a mysterious Chinese special forces. It is impossible to tell you the name or code name, unless you think you are really a credible and reliable ally, otherwise..."

Zhao Sanjin's eyes pondered and smiled at sol. Although he didn't finish his words, as a smart man, he had guessed what the second half of the sentence was. Sol quickly waved his hand and said with a frightened face: "you misunderstood. I didn't force them to say anything. You said it voluntarily."

"Say a reason that can convince me, whether it's made up by you or true." Zhao Sanjin smiled and ignored sol.

At the moment, Zhao Sanjin put his mind on the name of long Qianqiu. Zhao Sanjin heard the same name twice, and even himself had an unspeakable feeling about the name, as if he really belonged to a more important thing in his life.

"It seems that we must go to China. This dragon and thousand enemies must be looked for anyway." Zhao Sanjin was careless about what happened before his amnesia and must be solved as soon as possible.

After a while, Zhao Sanjin turned his eyes back to sol, immediately let sol know what he meant, and said, "at that time, you encountered a bottleneck in performing the task, and our mercenary Corps offended you, so he volunteered to solve the matter for you."

"By the way, what you said before was that I led the team members to perform the task. So, I'm their captain?" Zhao Sanjin smiled and asked suspiciously.

"Yes, you are their captain, and each of them respects you very much, which I can see." Sol said without hesitation, and his words were so sincere that people couldn't be picky.

Zhao Sanjing nodded slowly. He believed Sol's statement, so he didn't say in a roundabout way: "I should ask, you should say, I've asked and said, and the answer I want has been known. I'll keep my word and let you go."

Sol was overjoyed when he heard the speech. He was frightened by Zhao Sanjin for so long. When he heard that Zhao Sanjin suddenly said he wanted to let them go, he had to kneel down and kowtow to Zhao Sanjin.

"But!" before Zhao Sanjin finished his words, facing so excited sol, his face was still cold and asked, "I'll let you go. Can you guarantee that your mercenary organization will give up the pursuit of us?"

"Don't worry, I'll do it even if you don't say it." Sol promised without any hesitation, especially the fierce look in his eyes, which puzzled Zhao Sanjin.

"Why do you say that?" asked Zhao Sanjin suspiciously.

"Shame on you!" Sol felt his head awkwardly, but then his face became very gloomy: "This time I received a mission to assassinate you. The information given by the other party is that your gang belongs to a gang engaged in close combat among the whole people, and there is no one playing with guns at all, but the fact is that it is not at all. If we don't go to stavalle to calculate this account, what is the dignity of our third mercenary?"

"So you're going to kill the employer who released the task?" Zhao Sanjin asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, this man must be killed, which made us run for nothing and lose so many team members. How can this account not count?" the ferocious face on Sol's face didn't pretend at all, which made Zhao Sanjin nod.

"If you let me know you're lying to me today, believe me, one day I'll kill none of your mercenaries!" Zhao Sanjin's face is kind, with a faint smile on his face. He's already restrained and can't see any expression waves at all.

"Don't worry, I sol will do what I said. If you don't worry, I can show stavalle's head to you."

"In fact, the news your employer gave you is not wrong. Few of our gangs play with guns. Even if they do, they are just newcomers who can't write. The reason why you lost so badly this time is that you happened to meet this smelly boy!"

Si que Shun pointed to Zhao Sanjin and said with a smile, "since you have touched his shooting, you must be very clear!"

"It's you?" sol was stunned and said with a bitter smile. "No wonder we hid so well that we could be found. Now I think of it. We're lucky that only four people died under your gun."

Zhao Sanjin didn't speak. Si que took over and continued, "what I want to tell you is that your employer has no hatred for you. Will you kill him?"

High! It's really high! The emotional sparrow beat around the Bush and pulled the calf for so long to ask sol such a question.

"My third mercenary regiment and stavalle will never die. If the guild leader needs it, sol will personally send stavalle's head to the guild leader."

Sol knows very well that he must express his position quickly at this time. Otherwise, who knows which side you are on? As a passer-by, sol is absolutely muddled at all.