Chapter 542

Roman is a top mercenary. Although he is a black man from Africa, he is very skilled in firearms, electronics, computers and close combat. At this time, he was standing in the bathroom of the hotel, looking at his back in the mirror.

He didn't know how he came here. After he woke up, he lay in this hotel room. But although he didn't know where he was, he keenly felt something strange in his body.

Through the mirror, Roman saw that there was a slight red wound on his back near his cervical spine. After gently pressing on the wound, he could feel that there was some small but hard object hidden below.

Judging from experience, Roman believes that what is implanted in his body should be some kind of GPS positioning device. The purpose is to monitor himself and master his movements anytime, anywhere.

Very normal small means, but the competition rules do not stipulate that players cannot take out the locator by themselves.

Roman observed carefully. The position of the wound was very clever. It was difficult to touch both hands at the same time. It was difficult for ordinary people to take out the items inside by themselves. However, it was difficult for luoyaman. He took out scissors, tweezers, needles and thread from the first-aid kit, disinfected them with alcohol, and then stretched his arms back. He only heard a sound of "KaKa" bone loosening, and his arms twisted into an incredible curvature.

Then, relying on the reflection of the mirror, Luo yaman skillfully took the scissors to open the wound that had not been completely healed, and quickly took out an object the size of the little finger nail cap from the wound with tweezers, which was still flashing red light.

Roman looked through it a few times and threw it into his mouth. Then he sewed up his wound with a needle and thread, put on his clothes, took his weapons and walked out of the room.

He needs to make a puppet and use it to attract the enemy's attention.

However, Roman did not expect that his every move fell into the eyes of those who watched the game.

An audience raised his hand and questioned the host Tommy: "isn't this illegal?"

Tommy shrugged: "not breaking the rules and making good use of loopholes in the rules is also the ability of every contestant. After all, not everyone can take out the locator without hindrance."

The others looked at the screen. Sure enough, of the 30 contestants, only Roman himself took out the locator.

Tommy snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "well, all the players are awake now. So before releasing the eight Mission targets, you can bet on a wave. The minimum bet is one million and the maximum bet is ten million... Please remember, the earlier the bet, the higher the odds. Please bet. "

The following men laughed and took out their mobile phones, looking at the screen and entering numbers. Soon, the betting rate of each player was ejected on the screen. As expected, Roman who took out the locator had the highest betting.

"It seems that everyone likes to take the initiative to attack Luo yaman. Ha ha, then let's release eight Mission targets to see if everyone is right?"

Tommy gestured to his subordinates and immediately sent a message to all the contestants' mobile phones.

Luo yaman looked at the message he had just received on his mobile phone. There were only eight face photos on it. Needless to say, these were the eight Mission targets he needed to assassinate.

Well, there are men and women. They look like ordinary people.

But

His eyes turned around in the bar. Now the genius was just bright. The bar was cold and there were not many people. Naturally, there were no eight task targets.

However, Roman has chosen a more suitable puppet.

A priest came in with red eyes and staggered through the door. He went directly to the front desk of the bar and waved to the bartender, "Hi, Ronnie, give me a whisky."

The bartender didn't have a good way: "father, it's only eight o'clock in the morning. I suggest you have a cup of coffee and breakfast first."

The priest said weakly, "please, Ronnie, I must have a drink to cheer up."

The bartender snorted, took out an account book from under the counter and threw it in front of the priest: "would you like a drink? No problem. As long as you settle these accounts, father, you can have a drink. "

"God, don't do that, Ronnie. We're so familiar. Why do we need it now?" The priest looked at the thick account book and said helplessly, "please slow me down for a while. Yes, just a few days. Soon the Vatican's subsidy will be issued. I'll pay you back at that time."

"Shut up, Chus, you rubbish. If you didn't rely on your father, how could you become a priest in this town?" The bartender roared, "look at you now. Drinking and recruiting prostitutes are decadent. You don't look like a priest."

He put away the account book and gave chase a fierce push: "go away, father, if you don't look at the clothes you're wearing, I'll beat you up, I swear!"

Chus was directly pushed to the ground by the bartender and couldn't get up for half a day. The surrounding diners, however, did not come forward to help, but showed a mocking smile. Someone even shouted, "father, can I pray now? Oh, I forgot. You haven't woken up yet. Don't you know where the church keys are? "

"Ha ha..."

The bar roared with laughter.

Chus seemed to be used to all this. He tried to get up, walked to a single table and waved to the waiter: "Hi, Julie, have a cup of coffee and a sandwich."

With a cold face, the waiter threw the plate on the table. The sandwiches in the plate slipped out and almost fell to the ground. Chus said helplessly, "there's still coffee?"

The waiter pointed to the coffee pot not far away: "pour it yourself and drink as much as you want. Anyway, you know, father, coffee is free."

Chus put the sandwich back on the plate, went to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup of coffee. As a result, as soon as he turned around, a black man came over and bumped into a piece of coffee, spilling Chus all over.

"Sorry, father, it's my fault. I didn't notice."

Roman quickly held Chus with a sincere apology on his face.

Qiu Si didn't get angry. He looked very numb to everything around him. He shook his head and said, "forget it, it's all right. Anyway, coffee is free."

Then he poured another cup of coffee, sat back in his seat and drank it slowly.

Roman asked for a cup of black whisky at the front desk, took it and went to Chus. He put the glass on the table and patted Chus on the shoulder: "this cup is my compensation, father. After all, my mother often taught me that I always need to be in awe of the priest."

Chus opened his eyes in surprise: "Oh, great... Cough, I mean, God bless you, young man, and I will bless you on behalf of the heavenly father."

Rojas smiled. "As long as you're happy, father."

With that, he walked to the bathroom behind the bar.

Watching ROAs leave, Chus couldn't wait to pick up his glass and drink it, but there seemed to be something choking Chus in the dark wine. He quickly picked up the sandwich, swallowed it, hammered it hard on his chest, and then took a long breath.

"Woo... What's that? Ice? "

Chus shook his head, did not think much, drank up the remaining coffee, stood up and staggered out of the bar.

Rojas slowly followed out of the bar. A red dot was flashing on his mobile phone screen. Before long, two red dots appeared on the screen, and those two red dots were approaching Chus quickly.