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The Black Lion Mercenary Group, a notorious scavenger in the dark underground world, has a higher status than the king in some small African countries.

But! They have suffered a serious Waterloo now!

The story started a month ago.

They received a bounty from the US government on the black market to hunt down a defected biologist.

They had done this kind of dirty work many times before, and each time they solved it perfectly.

At first, Lawrence, as the leader, only sent a team of seven people. In his opinion, the other party was just a biologist, and seven well-trained mercenaries were more than enough to deal with him.

Then three days later, there was no news from this mercenary team. He inquired many times, but there was no news about the missing men, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth.

There was only one possibility - they had all been crushed to ashes and died without a burial place.

Lawrence was shocked at the time. It seemed that this biologist had a lot of tricks behind him. Sure enough, money was not so easy to make! This time he did not dare to be careless and sent out an elite combat team.

Then, history repeated itself.

This elite combat team disappeared again!

Lawrence gritted his teeth and sent out the third team again.

Three days later, Lawrence led his men to the house of the task middleman, pointed his gun at his forehead, and gritted his teeth: "Are you playing a trap for me?"

The middleman raised his hand and smiled: "Misunderstanding, all misunderstanding."

Lawrence grinned: "Okay, then tell me why my men are "mysteriously missing"? Who is the target of this mission?!"

The middleman carefully glanced at the murderous appearance of these evil gods, knowing that he would not survive if he didn't tell the truth, so he could only say helplessly: "Who knew that this mission was so weird... The other mercenary teams that performed the mission with you are also missing."

"I just got the news that the boss of the White Shark Mercenary Group, Black Panther, is also missing."

...

Lawrence returned to his safe house in despair. Now only this safe house that can rival a military fortress can give him a sense of security.

This mission was full of evil from beginning to end. He shouldn't have accepted this mission from the beginning!

But now he was in the safe house. This private base that belonged to him alone had been assembled by him to the last detail. There would be no problem.

"Good morning, sir. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Lawrence instinctively drew his gun, turned around and fired in one go.

In the sound of "da da da" gunshots, he opened his eyes in disbelief, and his eyeballs almost popped out.

Soon, the bullets in the magazine were used up, and he mechanically pulled the trigger, making a clicking sound.

Standing in front of him was a gentleman who looked like he had walked out of an oil painting.

He wore a black top hat, a shirt and vest, black tights, and a long black swallowtail coat like Flack. He looked like a British aristocrat who had walked out of an oil painting.

With a polite smile on his face, he took off his hat like an old-fashioned nobleman and complained softly, "This is not a very friendly way to welcome."

If the bullet had not penetrated his body and hit the wall behind him, Lawrence would never take this pretentious noble pretty boy seriously.

He shouted with a pale face, "Who the hell are you!"

"I am the devil." The "devil" had an exaggerated smile on his face and applauded enthusiastically, "Congratulations, Mr. Lawrence, you won the first prize - a trip to hell, come, go to hell with me."

...

Angela felt that her life recently was full of infinite hope!

And this hope was brought to them by the Demon King.

Since they summoned His Majesty the Demon King from the abyss two weeks ago, His Majesty the Demon King has brought many changes to the desperate Mireka continent.

First, the Demon King summoned a great alchemist, "This alchemist can solve the curse of the earth and make crops grow again in the farmland."

To be honest, Angela didn't believe what the Demon King said at first.

Because the human named Joseph didn't look like a great alchemist at all. Angela had seen many alchemists, they were arrogant, lonely, arrogant, and lived in seclusion. Some were even crazy. The greater the alchemist, the less human they looked. Angela had seen a great alchemist, half of his body was made of steel.

And Joseph looked too ordinary, like an ordinary noble.

And Angela soon discovered that Joseph was not an alchemist at all.

He didn't know how to use alchemy at all, and there was no magic fluctuation on his body.

So Angela was full of doubts about Joseph.

She didn't understand how such an ordinary person could solve the curse of the earth.

Under her suspicious gaze, Joseph sent people to collect soil from different cities, and then he stayed indoors, tinkering with something unknown.

Angela was worried and became more and more pessimistic and desperate.

She thought that the devil had boundless power and could easily solve the curse of the earth, but the devil did not do so. Instead, he asked a fake alchemist to tinker with the method of removing the curse. Is it because their faith is not pious enough?

Yes, it must be like this.

They used to be devout servants of the God of Light, but now they have turned to crawl at the feet of the devil. Such treacherous behavior will naturally not be favored by the gods.

Just when Angela was in so much pain that she wanted to commit suicide in front of the devil and use blood to wash away the stain of their conversion, Joseph, who had been staying indoors for a whole week, walked out of the room and handed them a potion and a bag of seeds.

"Sprinkle these in the farmland, they can neutralize the acidity of the soil. Sow these seeds again in three days. You can use magic to stimulate them, and crops will probably grow."

Angela did it half-heartedly.

Then something shocking happened.

On the third day after sowing the potion, the earth magician can stimulate the green wheat seedlings!

Although it is still just a seedling now, it will not be long before these seedlings will produce wheat ears, and the golden wheat grains will fill the farmers' granaries.

At that moment, Angela knelt down in shame in the prayer room and confessed to the statue of the devil: "Lord, I am guilty. I do not believe in God's will and discuss God's ideas. Please punish me..."

The kind and all-embracing loving voice sounded in the prayer room: "I forgive you."

"Remember your mistakes, repent sincerely, and don't make them again."

Angela kissed the toes of the statue gratefully, with fiery enthusiasm in her eyes: "Follow your teachings, I will only do your will all my life, and let your kingdom of God reappear on earth."

At this moment, she firmly believed that with the protection of the devil, this world would never have a miserable end.

...

Joseph was asking Lawrence to purchase a large amount of acidic soil conditioners and fertilizers to cultivate soil fertility.

"Although lime water can neutralize the acidity of the soil and the effect is fast, there will still be great sequelae. Acidic soil conditioners are better. Although the effect period is slow, the effect is good and there are no sequelae. Combined with some fertilizers to improve the fertility of the soil, the land here will slowly recover in a few years."

"By the way, you can send someone to wholesale some hybrid rice seeds produced in China, as well as mung beans, buckwheat, rapeseed and other seeds. These crops are acid-resistant crops. Planting these can reduce soil acidity."

"There are also excavators, seeders, harvesters, cranes, etc. Ask the devil to see if these large equipment can be brought over. If possible, give me a few thousand more."

Lawrence nodded in frustration.

He, a mercenary with iron bones, a terrifying existence that can stop children from crying at night in many countries, was forcibly taken to hell by the devil to farm!

And, he actually became the younger brother of his former assassination target!

Such a great shame, such a great shame...

Lawrence forced a stiff smile: "Is there anything else?"

Joseph waved his hand casually, "No, you go down."

Just as Lawrence turned around, Joseph's voice sounded again behind him: "By the way, you lead your brothers to open up a 100-acre experimental field for me on the outskirts of the city, and then try to grow rice. Rice has never been planted in this world before. I'm afraid of acclimatization, so I have to make some experimental records."

Lawrence gritted his teeth and took a breath, "Okay, I know."

Who would have thought that none of the brothers who were originally thought to have died without a burial place were missing, and they were all brought to this place where no one was going to work and do infrastructure construction by the devil.

Even the old enemy Black Panther who mysteriously disappeared before, reunited with him here!

"If you want to return to the modern life of luxury, you have to work hard here to atone for your sins. When you turn hell into heaven, I will let you go back to racing, drinking, playing with guns, picking up girls, and chatting about life online."

Damn, this devil, he is not a human! !

I'm living a life of luxury in modern times, who wants to live in this barbaric world where people have to walk, shout, and shiver to keep warm?

Alas, in order to return to modern times, Lawrence and his brothers can only work hard. They just hope that the devil will keep his word and let them go back one day.

Lawrence walked to the prayer room skillfully, knelt down, and conveyed Joseph's request to the statue.

"I know." The devil's voice floated above him, "This phone allows you to contact the outside world in a one-way manner, call your friends or relatives, and ask them to purchase what Joseph needs."

Lawrence's eyes lit up, and he saw an ordinary Nokia phone in front of him.

Lawrence: ...

The devil smiled: "Dual SIM dual standby, up to one month standby, you deserve it."

Lawrence smiled in his heart, and smiled on his face: "That, money..."

The devil was surprised: "I remember you still have tens of millions of dollars in your bank card."

Lawrence: ...

Damn it, this devil, he is not a human!

He is now working for nothing! Even the most stringent capitalists don't exploit workers like this!

This is really too much! Too much!

Where is his strong face! ! !

If he tells others, how can he be the boss? ! !

"If you are not satisfied, I can send you to see God. God may be more merciful than me."

"No, I am not dissatisfied!" Lawrence said righteously: "I have done so many wrong things before, please let me atone for my sins with money!"