C45

"Boss, I've heard all about you. It's been a long time since I've had a good fight." Boss, I've heard all about you.

The rotten prey was simply too stinky, Du Chunfeng told Xiao Hei to bury all those things.

Blacky wanted to cry, but no tears came out. It felt as though it had sold its strength, yet it was still unwilling to please.

After an hour, Blacky was finally done. It stuck the shovel in its hand into the ground and wiped the sweat off of its body as it said with excitement.

Hiding in the shade and drinking tea, Du Chunfeng walked into the box with the weapons and took out a sniper rifle and threw it over: "Try and see if it's all right."

Blacky seemed like a bachelor who had seen a beautiful young girl for many years. It rushed forward and grabbed the sniper rifle that was about to hit the ground.

"Boss, guns have a life of their own. You have to cherish them, okay?" They are all my wives, and their hearts are connected to mine. "

Blacky complained as it carefully wiped the spear's body.

Lu Fuming rolled his eyes, "You're using those filthy claws to caress your wife's body, could it be that this is love?"

"AHH!" This is bad! "

Blacky screamed and spat on both its palms. Then, it rubbed its clothes with all its might. After its hands were completely clean, it felt reassured and started to play with the sniper rifle in its hands.

Lu Fuming watched on with a burst of nausea, "The way I wash my hands after not seeing you for a few days has become really special."

Blacky thought about it for a moment before patting its head. Finally, it responded, "I'm used to it. I used to living in the Arctic Ocean. There are very few liquid water in the frozen lands there. How clever of me to think of a way to wash my hands with spit. "

After saying that, Blacky held its head high and puffed out its chest, its eyes shining with a hint of wisdom.

Du Chunfei shook his head. He felt that whenever he heard Little Black, his intelligence would be affected and plummet as well.

Perhaps this was the legendary connection.

Du Chunfei thought that Xiao Hei's view of the world was very different from ordinary people.

"Does this gun work? If that's not possible, then we can try another round. "

Du Chunfei asked. Du Chunfei had finally pulled the world view that was distorted by Little Black back to normal with great difficulty.

It was well-known that snipers had different feelings about every gun.

Even though these guns had been forged through the same process, there were still big differences among them.

These differences were magnified several times in the hands of a sniper.

The feeling of a gun was extremely important to a sniper. Only when the gun was in their hands would they be able to release their full strength, which was why Du Chunfeng asked that question.

"It's not bad, but it's still not as good as my little blessing. After all, it's been with me for seven years."

He faced the sky, his face revealing a hint of nostalgia and sorrow. Two lines of clear tears flowed down his face.

The gun that was called 'Little Fu' was Hei Xiao's first real sniper gun. He had even used this gun to take away his first life.

Thus, his feelings for the spear were very deep.

At this critical moment, Blacky subconsciously raised its hand to block Little Fogg. After that, Little Fortune was sacrificed in two halves.

Xiaohei made a small mound for Xiaofu as a grave, next to the body of the unfortunate fellow.

Little Black, who was originally not good at fighting techniques, had actually beaten that fellow to death with every punch. It was like a wild beast, as it angrily roared out: "You killed my wife! I will make you pay with your life! I'll beat you to death for it! "

At that time, Du Chunfei and the rest were unable to pull it off, and they could only silently watch from the side.

The atmosphere at that time was very serious. In order to take account of Xiaohei's weak heart, Du Chunfeng and the rest pinched his thigh a few times, then held back their laughter.

For a sniper rifle to be beaten to death, that guy was truly wronged by Dou Er.

"Boss, don't worry. I'll be familiar with this gun in the shortest amount of time. Don't you agree, Little Red?"

Blacky held the sniper rifle in its arms and intimately rubbed its black face against the rifle.

"Boss, when do you think those assassins will come?"

Lu Fuming was too lazy to look at the silly Xiao Hei, he turned and said to Du Chunfeng.

"I don't know. If my guess is correct, it should be tomorrow night." Assassins are known to be cautious and would never act rashly. They need time to investigate the terrain and make plans, and tomorrow night is the best time to do so. "

Although Du Chunfeng was only guessing, his tone was extremely sure.

Although he was a mercenary, he had to deal with those assassins all year round.

Although he didn't dare to say that he understood these assassins, he could roughly guess their thoughts.

"That's why we don't have to be nervous for the rest of the time. We just have to rest well and get our bodies ready to go to peak condition."

Du Chunfeng laughed, and then waved towards Xiao Hei: "You must be hungry after making the plane for so long, I'll take you to dinner."

Blacky rubbed its shriveled belly and ran over with a childish face.

The beautiful voice of the broadcast was like a clear spring, letting people feel relaxed and happy.

People on the flight were either resting with their eyes closed or listening to songs or reading a book carefully. It was very quiet.

"Boss, our mission is about to be completed and we will be receiving money, why did we suddenly stop and run to the China? "And you even have to compensate your employer ten times the commission, it's so heartbreaking."

A slightly rough voice suddenly sounded out, breaking the silence and causing everyone to raise their eyebrows.

It was a very robust looking young man. His height was 1.8 meters, and he appeared to be in his twenties.

Eighty percent of his face was covered by a full beard and hair.

However, a pair of lively eyes could still be seen occasionally from the depths of his messy hair.

He was wearing ordinary clothes, so much so that he looked a little shabby.

His clothes bulged from the muscles all over his body, as if they would explode at any moment, and he was brimming with immense power.

"Tch!" "When did it become possible for a smelly brick carrier to carry out an international flight?"

An untimely voice sounded.

His voice was harsh and full of mockery.

The fellow with messy hair glared at her and was about to stand up to display his might, but a white jade-like hand reached out from the side and forcefully pressed him down.

At this time, the woman sitting beside him lowered her voice and said fiercely, "Big guy, calm down for a while! "If you give me more trouble, I'll kick you out of here!"