Chapter 421

"I'm actually a killer."

When everyone's eyes fell on Eric, his eyes were fixed on the cup on the table in front of him. With one hand, he turned the cheap wide mouth cup repeatedly, from one direction to another, from the other direction back to the original direction.

The scene suddenly quieted down.

Obviously, everyone was a little unprepared.

Because Eric, mentioned in Lao yukou before, was a retired soldier of the national defense force of a Nordic country who went to Africa as a mercenary for some unknown reason.

The most surprising thing is old fish. Of all the people, he and Eric have known each other for the longest time.

Although it is the longest, it is actually less than half a year.

At that time, old fish was planning to organize his own mercenary group. When recruiting personnel in the forbidden area bar, he met Eric, who volunteered to join the group at that time, not invited by old fish.

In the mercenary circle in Sierra Leone, all the more qualified mercenaries could get familiar with each other, but none of the people present knew Eric.

After old fish tested Eric's military skills, he took Eric in without saying a word.

Don't ask the source of the hero. It's a Chinese habit, and old fish won't go deep into his past history, just simply ask him where his hometown is.

At that time, Eric said he was a retired soldier from a Nordic country and came to Africa as a mercenary for personal reasons.

In old fish's opinion, Eric is really different from ordinary mercenaries. Apart from anything else, his temperament and knowledge have been greatly different. Eric looks like a Nordic aristocrat. He speaks and works with a straight face and is polite, as if he had received a good higher education.

Old fish is not interested in asking what personal reasons Eric came to Africa to be a mercenary. Everyone has his own story. When he worked hard in the foreign legion, old fish once met an American Chinese, a master's graduate of a famous business school, who worked on Wall Street and held hundreds of millions of funds in his heyday, Finally, he resigned and went to the extrajudicial corps to be a mercenary.

Out of curiosity, they are all Chinese. Old fish once asked the boy why he didn't do a good job on Wall Street. He had to come to the extrajudicial corps, and he was the most difficult paratrooper commando team.

The third generation of Chinese American young people did not blink: "the work on Wall Street is not the life I want to pursue."

Having said that, with an almost morbid intoxication, he affectionately faced the muzzle of the famasg2 assault rifle, closed his eyes in the residual gunpowder smell, opened his eyes for a long time and said to the old fish, "this is the life I want."

At that time, old fish thought this guy was crazy.

Then think about it, in fact, he was not? A veteran who once half stepped into the top special forces in China, isn't he now living in a regiment outside the law?

Fifty steps make a hundred.

In view of this, the old fish didn't ask Eric about his past.

Today, Eric confessed that the old fish almost dropped his chin to the ground.

It's not surprising to say that Eric concealed his life experience and experience, because old fish didn't think he was like the kind of creature born and raised in the army. He was so gentle that he got a little bookish and said that the teacher of any school was more reliable.

I even unconsciously included a killer in my group.

"We are all killers!" the collimator suddenly said, "we are all killers!"

He pointed to the old fish, "have you killed anyone?"

If old fish doesn't deny it, it means acquiescence.

He pointed to the polar bear: "you don't have to say that in the meat grinder battle of Grozny or the man who came out, your fingernails smell of blood."

Pointing to Qin Fei again, "Qin, I don't know how many people you killed before. At least you killed at least one company here in Africa."

Finally, Kun guessed, "even this coward had meat last night."

Kun guessed that he hated people calling him "coward". When he heard the collimator teasing himself, he immediately retorted, "who says I'm a coward? Even if I am, I'm much better than you."

"Ha ha ha!" it doesn't matter how Kun scolds him. Anyway, he doesn't think it's a shame to be lecherous.

Lecherous? Which man is not lecherous? Lecherous, you have to have the ability and means to pick up girls to be eligible for lecherous, don't you?

In fact, the reason why the collimator says so is because Eric says he is a killer, but the people here are essentially the same. They are all killers. As long as they think so, it doesn't seem scary at all.

"I said, Mr. killer, how much do you charge at a time?" the collimator interrupted: "who earns better than our mercenaries?"

"It depends on the target price." Eric's expression doesn't look like a joke, "but before I quit that circle, my lowest starting price is $500000 a time, and the cost is extra."

"Poof!"

The collimator was drinking a glass of beer. Hearing Eric's offer, he immediately choked a mouthful of wine into his trachea, and the pale yellow liquor flowed out of his nostrils, which looked very funny.

"Cough, cough -"

He coughed violently and his face turned red.

After a while, he calmed down and asked Eric, "the lowest starting price? Falk! People like us have worked hard as mercenaries for several years. Maybe we don't earn as much as you do."

"What's so strange about that?" Eric said disapprovingly: "Green bags are also bags, and LV is also a bag. Why is LV so expensive? Can LV be more useful than green bags? That's just a value. Just like a star, how much a director pays is not because of the actor's quality, but how much box office he can bring. A good actor is the guarantee of the box office, and a good killer is the guarantee of the result."

“……”

Although the collimator was eloquent, he was also surrounded by Eric at this time. Although he felt that Eric's words were full of loopholes, he seemed unable to refute at first glance, and immediately became speechless.

Eric said, "so the killer can't fail all his life. Because your customers are the most picky and can't afford the risk of failure, when the killer fails, it is the beginning of the end of his career. Either die in the task, or no one will hire you."

"Sounds like a loser." Kun guessed uncontrollably, "Thor, since you said you've left that circle, which kind do you belong to? I think it's the latter. The task failed, right?"

"Yes, but I saved my honor last night," Eric said. "Do you remember the Russian I killed in the VIP lounge last night?"

"Yes," Kun guessed, "we almost died because of you."

At this time, zunni brought Eric another glass of whisky. The latter held the glass and shook it. The ice was spinning in the amber liquid.

"He is my last goal."