Long Live the Counterattack

"The dog's nose is pretty good, I can find it here, but, unfortunately, no matter how clever a hunting dog is, it's just a dog!" There was a blond man in a top hat and coat sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine. And the powerful fingers are shaking the wine glass leisurely.

　　 "..." On the opposite side of the sofa, sat a **** rock-like man.

　　 doorway.

　　 Someone rang the three long and one short doorbell as a cipher.

　　 Not waiting for the blonde man and the black man to react, the person outside the door opened the door automatically with the key and came in.

　　 This is an old man with a red nose, head, belly and a blessing, with a Mediterranean hairstyle that can't even see his toes. The white guy is in Europe and the United States. This kind of person is thrown into a sea of ​​people and can't even splash a spray. Except for the fat, swollen and thin eyes, which sometimes emit a sharp needle-like light, it is slightly surprising that the rest of this old Mediterranean man looks almost useless.

　　 At first glance, the arrogant blond man hurriedly sat up straight, put down his wine glass, and slightly lifted his hat to pay tribute to the old Mediterranean man.

　　 Rocky black man.

　　 also stood up and nodded in greeting.

"Haha, dear children, let us relax. Although those hunting dogs have very sensitive noses, they can't help me, a real hunter, hahaha, even if I am ten years old, I cannot be caught. I But Frank, known as the white fox.” The old Mediterranean man closed the door, walked to the wine cabinet in the hall, and poured himself a glass of whiskey: “Let’s celebrate, we successfully completed a bold mission today to earn money. For a commission that many mercenaries can't even think about, let them envy it!"

　　 "Cheers daddy!" The blond man raised the cup high, and smiled: "You are the best, I always believe that Frank, you are the best!"

"Fitch, your words make me feel younger for twenty years, ah ha ha!" The old Mediterranean man who called himself Frank drank it and looked at the **** man sitting still on the sofa: "Greg, you won't come. A cup?"

　　 "No." The black man shook his head: "Sorry, I don't want to drink a drop of wine until it's really safe."

"You are too nervous, child." Frank with the Mediterranean hairstyle shook his head: "You don't know, in this country, whether it is us whites or you blacks, in short, all foreigners are called foreigners in awe. . And as foreigners, we all enjoy privileges, the highest and best privileges, you know my child? In this country, you will find that this place is safer than anywhere in the world and even better than your home!"

"Forgive him, Father Frank, Greg is still a rookie who just made his debut for two years." The arrogant blond man smiled and raised his glass: "He can do a good job without peeing his pants like those rookies, you Can't ask him more!"

　　 "..." The **** man sat like a rock, not arguing at all.

"Dear Greg, I am very optimistic about you. Although you have only made your debut for two years, you have a strong body like a rhino and a keen sense of smell like a hyena. These are enough to make you a powerful and intimidating servant. Soldiers, most importantly, you still have a vigilant heart. This is a special talent that ordinary mercenaries can’t train. I dare say that if anyone becomes your enemy, that’s really terrible. It's something." The old man Frank, known as the white fox, poured himself a glass of wine, while drinking, and toasting to the **** man: "My child, in any corner of the world, whether it is Europe or Africa, or In the Middle East, where the melee is fighting all day long, it is very necessary to stay vigilant. This is the basic rule for our mercenaries to survive. But here, it is completely different. It is the safest in the world. Place, as you can imagine, the civilians here didn’t even own a gun. The vast majority of people have never touched or even seen a real gun! My God, what a safe and lovely place this is!"

"That's right, daddy, it's as safe as heaven!" The blond man laughed wildly: "If it weren't for our mission today, can you imagine that this city has never had a street shooting in ten years? I feel like it's here. People are easier to shoot than targets!"

"If I retire that day, I must live here." Old man Frank shrugged: "As long as I settle here, I will truly feel safe and a good person. Cheers, my child For a killer, this city, ah no, it can be said that this country is really wonderful!"

　　 "Cheers!" The blond drank happily.

　　 Just when they laughed most proudly, the **** rocky man suddenly opened his eyes, because he found that there was an extra shadow on the balcony. The shadow stayed there quietly, not knowing how long it was listening.

　　 The **** man jumped up, like a tank rushing towards the enemy, rushing to the balcony outside the hall.

　　 his fist broke through the space.

　　 carried the dull wind sound, blasting forward.

　　 But this killing punch that knocked the bison to the ground stopped instantly.

　　 That shadow casually stretched out his hand, and understatement blocked the **** man's full blow.

　　 The **** man’s face was instantly filled with fear. He knew very much how powerful he was, and knew the lethality of his punch. However, the brute force fist that can directly explode the human head not only allows the enemy to block it, but the feeling of the fist being transmitted back is a chilling pain.

　　 even if it hits the copper wall and iron wall.

　　 There won’t be this kind of pain that the bones are completely shattered...

Danger!

　　 The black man retreated quickly, but before his footsteps could move, he found that the enemy's feet had reached his front door.

Faster than when the charge came, the **** rose into the air, and the whole person flew into the hall like a meteor, struck a dozen meters of space, slammed heavily on the wall, and then bounced back to the ground, blood, teeth, and various pieces of flesh and skin. , Tossed all over the ground.

"Dear Greg, the age of fists has passed, and now is the age of guns." The blond man Fitch, his right hand holding the wine glass remained steady, and the left hand that was originally inserted in his pocket suddenly changed. A pistol, the muzzle with a silencer, pointed precisely at the slowly moving shadow on the balcony, and spit out a little firework: "Look at my correct demonstration!"

　　 win!

　　 I saw the shadow's head slightly tilted, and the bullet aimed at the center of the eyebrow flew past with the hair.

　　 Did not hit? The blond man Fitch had a familiar feeling of frustration in his heart. He lightly pressed the muzzle down and quickly shot another shot.

　　 made an accurate hit this time.

　　 is in the middle of the heart.

Ding!

　　 A little spark splashes.

　　 If nothing happened, the shadow of the shot still strode forward.

　　 "Damn, he put a steel plate on his chest." The blond Fitch yelled out of his voice. On the other side, the old man Frank with the Mediterranean hairstyle now has sharper eyes than pointed needles. He was half-drunk and completely deprived of alcohol. He threw away the wine glass, which was still in the air, but his hands were not even half a second away. He was already marked by his waist. Two shots in hand: "ChineseKungFu!"

　　 Just as he raised his hand to shoot forward with the gun, the shadow disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, it flashed behind him.

　　 Hands with white gloves.

　　 stretched out from behind.

　　 Hold down Frank's head with the Mediterranean hairstyle: "That's right, but no prize!"

　　 In the next second, this old guy who claims to be a white fox, a big bald Mediterranean head, turned around. Face back, back of head in front. His eyes were bulging, and he believed that he had never opened it so wide in his life. The enemy was right in front of him, but he could no longer see it. On the pupils that stagnated for an instant, there was endless fear remaining, just like Fitch, the blond man now.

　　 "My God, my God!"

　　 The blond Fitch rushed to the door madly, and before he took a step, he was surprised to find that his colleague Greg, who fell on the ground, was ahead of him.

　　 The shadow disappeared again, when he appeared again, the light smoke appeared before the door that the black big Greg almost touched, UU reading www.uukanshu. com as if he was standing there at the beginning. The **** Greg twisted his body like a python, leaning back inconceivably, slamming **** the floor, and rolling backwards at the same time. Fitch, a blond man without this talent, was horrified to find that his body was driven by inertia, and he had no time to react. He rushed over, and then his neckline tightened. The whole person was lifted by the shadow, and he heard a **** of death in his ear. At the same time, the voice sounded like: "I hate people pointing a gun at me!"

"what!"

　　 What I want to shout in my mouth may be forgiveness, maybe hell...

　　 Fitch felt that he had not had time to express his meaning, and he had a huge force, turning his whole person upside down, head and feet. The eyes were dark, and the whole consciousness was overwhelmed by a painful sensation of shattered head and liver.

　　 fell to the floor, the **** Greg, and found that Fitch, his former handsome companion, had only half of his face left.

　　 To be precise, it's half a head.

　　 The other half has turned into countless dregs of flesh and blood. In the weird red and white intersection of blood and brain, an eye protruding out of nowhere and still surviving in horror was staring at himself.

　　If there is a chance to choose again in life.

　　 Greg dare to swear.

　　 In his entire life, he will never step into the safest country in the world that Father Frank said! It is true that civilians in this country do not have guns; many people do regard foreigners as the first class, both respect and fear. However, this seemingly harmless country has countless mysteries, just like the **** of death who did not know where it came from tonight!