Looking at the blood overflowing between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, the big drug lords realized that the Vietnamese gang boss was dead, and several others subconsciously went to pull out their guns.

Almost at the same time, gunfire outside the door was loud. Not only was the young man unbelievable speed of shooting, but even the five men he brought were masters. As the gunshots sounded, the five men launched a lightning-like massacre at the men brought by the big guys. The dense gunfire sounds like beans. The gunfire stopped in less than a minute. The subordinates were basically shot dead without firing a single shot, and the air was filled with bloody smell.

There were also five big shots in the conference room who were shot dead by young people before they could take out their guns. The depressed atmosphere in the room could not breathe.

The gunshots outside the door just now added confidence to the remaining five big men. Although the young men were bizarrely fast, they did not believe that his subordinates would be so clever. After all, their subordinates were far superior in number, so the only few big men rushed out of the door regardless of everything.

"Kill him, kill him for me!"

But they were stunned when they rushed out of the room. The dead bodies were everywhere outside, and their subordinates had already been slaughtered. The five young men looked at their foreheads with black guns, and one of the blond and blue-eyed foreigners shouted: "Return them all, otherwise they will be killed!"

The five big bosses had no choice but to return to the room. The young man smiled and said, "If you don't want to die, just be obedient to me. I want 80% of the goods this year. Do you have any objections?"

A person is 80% expected to be something no one would have thought. This young man has too much appetite. Does he want to monopolize the drugs in the Golden Triangle? If this is the case, it will undoubtedly block the wealth of all the big guys.

"Everyone, he has no bullets anymore. Let's kill him together. As long as you kill him, the general will protect us from safety and we will divide the goods equally!"

An obese man shouted loudly, wanting to gather the strength of five people to kill young people. Although the poppy production has been greatly reduced this year, the amount of money for five people to eleven people can make them a big profit. What's more, as the fat man said that the guns in young people's hands are no longer bullets. Although the PSS soft pistol is powerful, its capacity is only six rounds. What threat can a gunman without bullets draw the gun quickly?

The fat man pulled out his pistol first, but a scene that shocked everyone appeared. The huge head of the fat man who was about to raise his muzzle suddenly disappeared, and gushing blood gushed out of his neck. What was even more terrifying was that there was still heat in his neck, which was covered with blood bubbles, and the entire conference room emitted a fishy smell, as if it was hell on earth.

But no one could see how the fat man died. They only saw a bloodline flashing and returning to the young man's hands.

The remaining four big shots were really scared, and their two thighs were trembling, and they no longer had the strength to pull the index finger that was already on the trigger.

"Blood Soul!"

The four people exclaimed almost at the same time. Blood Soul is the name of a knife, which is just a legendary existence to them. Rumors of the world that "the flying line has no trace but three feet of blood, and the blood sword has six inches of soul." The blood Soul sword has no color, no trace, and ruthlessness. Only when you see blood can you see a trace of it, which is the red line flying back to the hands of young people. Of course, this is just a legend, because everyone who has seen it is dead.

"You are Thirteen, the soldier king of the Wolf-fang Mercenary Group?"

A young man with a few strands of yellow hair on his forehead exclaimed, and his eyes could not contain fear. Will they be spared if anyone who has seen this knife dies?

Thirteen put away the smile on the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "I have given you a chance. Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

"Don't, don't kill us, we will give you all the goods, please..."

A red thread broke through the air, and the four people fell on their backs almost at the same time. Each of them had a thread of blood from small to large, and then it overflowed with a trickle of blood, and the person had already been silent.

"You are really Thirteen?"

The general who was as stable as Mount Tai could no longer sit still. His tall body trembled in disobedience, his eyes were filled with the glory of death. The hands of the two guards behind him shook in a ball, and his whole body seemed to have been petrified and had no strength to draw out the gun.

"Yes, I'm Thirteen!"

The young man turned around slowly, his eyes were filled with scarlet red, and the red lines on his hands were beating enchantingly. The bitter murderous aura seemed to condense the air, making people fall into the ice cave in the polar regions, cold and cold.

"You...you can't kill me, I'm a general. Since they are all dead, all the goods here are yours. If you kill me, you won't get anything!"

General Tea no longer had the spirit of Mount Tai collapsed before and did not change color, and shouted almost begging.

Thirteen's uncontrollable manic aura was surging in his chest, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart shouting: "Kill him, kill him!"

He knew that this was the inner demon caused by years of killing. The blood soul has been with him for many years, and it is almost his second life. Now every time he shoots, he will feel this manic. In the long run, he will lose himself, become a killing machine, and eventually go to destruction.

Another pleasant female voice that seemed like the sound of nature sounded in her ears at the same time: "Thirteen, take a deep breath, let go of the killing, and live a plain life. You save not only yourself, but also all of us!"

Two voices were entangled in his mind, and General Tea's plea broke this balance and recalled a trace of his intelligence.

Thirteen's eyes wandered away on the general for a moment, and their scarlet eyes gradually calmed down.

"Remember your words, there is a man named Marin who will come to collect these goods!"

Thirteen's figure walked out of the hall. Seeing the young man disappearing, General Cha, who had been walking around the gate of hell, collapsed on the seat. The pressure this young man caused to him was too terrible. Only then did he realize that his back seemed to have been poured by heavy rain, and he was already wet by cold sweat. The two guards were as if they were seriously ill, and their bodies were still trembling.

...

"Thirteen, thank you. I will make a lot of commissions to your designated account on time!"

Seeing Thirteen come out, a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance ran forward and handed him the cigar and said, "The man's hands were fair and flawless, and ordinary women probably could not compare with him. What's even more incredible is that he also carried a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads on his left hand.

A burly black man next to him immediately stepped forward and hunched his waist to light Thirteen's cigar.

Thirteen took a few deep breaths, and his manic mood gradually calmed down. He ignored the middle-aged man and walked slowly out of the woods.

For him, their employment relationship has ended and there may be no intersection in the future. The most important thing is that this person is too scheming, so he is willing to come to the Golden Triangle to become enemies with these gangsters because his chips are high enough. The purpose of the mercenary is to make money, not to look at people. Since the employment relationship has been terminated, there is no need to contact such people too much.

"Thirteen……"

The middle-aged man wanted to keep up, but was stopped by the blonde foreigner Abby: "Malin, our mission has been completed, and it's time to talk to General Tea!"

After saying that, Abby followed him out of the woods.

Malin's fair fingers squeezed hard on a Buddhist bead, "Crack!" The Buddhist bead was actually crushed by him. Looking at the direction where several people disappeared, a trace of unpredictable sneer flashed across Malin's face.

Abby caught up with a few people and said in English with a smile: "Boss, we made a lot of money this time. I am already yearning for the sunny beaches of Miami. Where are you going to take a vacation?"

"The sexy girl in Oman is already waving to me, go with me!" black Bock interrupted.

"Haha, I don't want to be tanned like you!"

In front of his brothers, Thirteen was no longer a ruthless killer, but was joking with a relaxed mood.

"KING, you are discriminatory, naked, naked, racial discrimination, I protest!" Bock made two stiff Chinese sentences, shook his big head and waved his fists to express his dissatisfaction.

"The protest is invalid, head, come with me. If you go, Sylvia will definitely go with you!"

"Abby, I won't meet her this time. I have promised Dr. Sylvia to live a plain life and can't break my promise."

Abby nodded: "For you and for all of us, but KING, you don't want to start from scratch, do you?"

Abby laughed after saying that. He would not ask where Thirteen went. If KING wanted him to know, he would definitely tell him. Even if he didn't tell him, they would have their own unique contact information.

"Do I need a lot of money?" Thirteen showed a bohemian smile on his face, and at this moment he returned to himself.

"Haha, if you are short of money, I'm afraid Gates will go to sweep the streets!" Several people laughed at the same time.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains; I ask you why? My heart is far away and I am a little looking forward to the upcoming life now!"

Thirteen talked to himself, looking at the continuous mountains, his eyes were wide and far away. If you look closely, you will find that his deep eyes were filled with deep pity and loneliness.

...

A month later, in Binhai City, at the gate of Binhai University where the sunset shines west, the aspiring students walked out of the school gate. The boys opened their arms to embrace the sunset, letting their thoughts fly. The girls talked in groups of three or five about campus anecdotes, secret words in the boudoir, and enthusiastic youth formed a vivid picture.

"Hi, beauty!"

Two girls who had just walked out of the school gate heard this rogue shout and turned around and looked across the road. Behind a stall selling dog skin plaster was a young man with a 26 or 27-year-old with an unruly smile on his face. Seeing the two girls looking at him, the young man put a thumb in his mouth and whistled, staring at one of the girls wearing a snow-white dress and shawls with lustful eyes.

Binhai University is the leading higher education institution in Binhai City, and this girl is Qiao Shishi, the first school beauty of Binhai University. The girl next to her is her best friend Hong Jin.

Seeing the young man whistling at him, Qiao Shishi spat lightly: "Bored, go, Hongjin, let's not pay attention to him!"

"That's right, you're so adult, don't be a good job. You've been running to the university gate to set up a stall for several days, and no one has bought his plaster. I think he's just a liar!"

Hong Jin echoed repeatedly. In their eyes, Thirteen was a scoundrel who was ignorant and a scammer who cheated the world. He was not even a charlatan. At least the charlatan could fool him.

Thirteen was not concerned about the eyes of the two girls who could kill them, and still whistled wildly at the backs of the two.

Thirteenth name is Ye Qin. Because he was number 13 in the training base when he was young, everyone called him Thirteen. Over time, only Thirteen in the mercenary world knew about Thirteen, and no one knew about his real name. Of course, no one in Binhai City knew that this person was Thirteen in the mercenary world.

Ye Qin is an orphan. The reason why he chose Binhai is because there is a trace of his childhood memory, which makes him unconsciously choose this place as a place to cultivate one's own nature and suppress the inner demons in the ordinary. As for why he sells plaster, perhaps he thinks this is also an indispensable part of the ordinary.

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Chapter completed!