Heather who counterattacked
Chapter 27 Don
...It's really hurting the eyes.
Xi Ruier froze in place for a long time without moving, feeling as if his body was completely petrified, and then it was shattered into slag by the wind and rain, and it was completely melted away by the wind... After a long time, he rubbed his face with his hands in pain, He changed his expression back to calm again, walked over slowly and sat down opposite this person.
The greasy and disheveled hair was entangled with the thick and black beard. It seemed that it hadn't been washed for a long time. There were even mud and grass clippings, making the whole face unclear.Careful identification of the clothes hanging on his body showed that it was the uniform of the Twelve Wings, but such a tough fabric could be torn into strips of rags, so it was impossible to imagine what kind of disaster he had experienced.The bosom is not so much a large bowl as it is a basin. It cooks common pasta, and the soup is very rich, but it looks like an African refugee eating like this... It can be called horrible.
Seeing Xi Ruier coming in, he just raised his head and glanced slightly, paused when he recognized him, and then continued to bury his head in his mouthfuls... Others probably wouldn't even have that pause.
Cyril silently turned her head away, out of sight.
Marcus rushed in angrily, and when his sight touched him, he instantly withered, and was kicked away by Joe who was in the way, his eyes were wide open but he didn't dare to curse, and Ai Ai automatically rolled to the corner and pretended to be a wall flower.
Xi Ruier knew beforehand that this poor kid hadn't been going well in the past few days.I thought that after Felix's death, those plans against him should have failed, but unexpectedly, the bow that was already fully drawn could not be stopped at all.There were still two waves of attacks.
Fortunately, the agreed task time was quite long at the beginning. He did not receive the order from Cyril, and the task was not revoked. Joe followed Marcus all the time, dragging such a bastard who would only delay his legs, and managed to survive the crisis. , The rest of this incident has been going on for more than a month. I thought it would be calm, but I didn't expect it. Maybe the mission period was about to end, and I knew that I might not be able to complete it, so I finally tried my luck again... The time of the accident was at In the early hours of this morning, someone almost succeeded, if not for a savage who suddenly broke into the scene.
That's right... Don's appearance is not much different from that of a savage now.
After learning about the situation, even Cyril couldn't help but lament that it was a coincidence.No wonder Po Kid was so excited just now, he was rescued from a desperate situation just now, and of course he felt depressed and scared after escaping from the dead... He even beat him up again... Obviously this guy's psychological quality is not good enough!When you encounter danger, the danger will pass, so there is no need to make such a fuss!A beating is more beneficial to physical and mental health!
As for Tang, it's purely a coincidence... I don't know which virgin forest he just ran out of... And he was a smuggler, so he can pass through the customs with such a dead face!
When Ulysses told him that Tang would come to look for him two months earlier, he had been prepared and waited for him, but he didn't expect to see this man in another place two months later--I think, Gray Harrier deserves it It is the master level of tracking and anti-tracking. Ulysses' guess is indeed correct, even Tang will be in such a mess.
...I just don't know if I caught up or not?
Tang had already finished his bowl of noodles and drank the soup cleanly. It seemed that he had specially ordered the kitchen not to add any ingredients with seafood. He could even chew the bones and swallow the rest of the meat.
Cyril had already called Markus over, asked him about his recent homework, looked up and saw Don put down the basin and stood up.
"The bathroom is over there—" Joe graciously showed him the way.
There are few in the entire European mercenary world who do not worship Tang.Joe's reason is more special. His abilities are relatively comprehensive, most of them can be used in one hand, and his planning is the most commendable. As an abandoned son of the old European mercenary organization Blood Red Cross Rose, after being expelled from the organization, his behavior became even worse. There are very few big organizations that haven’t harmed him—the Twelve Wings of Angels is the only one among them who has been harmed by him, and can give a helping hand regardless of the previous suspicions. Although there is a clear distinction between what they need, he is still very grateful .In response to Cyril's invitation, the rich reward is secondary, and it may not be because of the leader of the angel who made the connection.
Cyril looked at Marcus with a blank expression and wanted to copy the pointer. Why can someone be so naturally stupid after going through the danger of death several times?How can someone be so stupid after going through so many beatings?Compared with Aurora, she really is a scum! !
Even without Joe fanning the flames and fueling the flames, he still thought so! !
Probably it was the stern look in the pupils that made Marcus feel terrified.Wu Wu blinked and blinked, his toes had changed to the position of touching the ground... ready to run away with oil on his feet at any time.
Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, well, the hands that have been clenched into fists are loosened again.
Markas's ability to perceive words and expressions has improved quite quickly, and he wiped his sweat lightly, and heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's my teaching that is wrong." Cyril said with a blank expression.
So the poor kid suddenly felt a sense of crisis welling up in his heart, even stronger than being beaten.
Cyril turned to look at Joe: "Do you mind changing the way of performing the task?"
Joe gloated: "Of course!"
Markas's face was pale, and he had a premonition that his life would take a sharp turn and was about to enter a more tragic intersection.
Calmly staring at the guy screaming and being carried out by Joe, Cyril crossed her hands on her lap, and felt that she always unconsciously felt that it was not good to sit upright, so she leaned back on the sofa and changed Think about the problem in a more relaxed posture.
Hearing another movement in the living room, he slowly raised his head.
Completely remodeled man trims his beard with a knife as he walks around.After washing, the soft and tame black hair was still dripping with water. Perhaps because it was a little long, it was trimmed by its owner at will.Cut off a bunch of east and west, although it is indeed short, but the overall look is messy... However, because the expression of the owner is too ordinary and natural, as if it should be so natural, I can't help but feel it. Others think that his dog-gnawed hairstyle is more slovenly and messy.
In his hand he held a thin knife the length of his index finger.It's not so much a knife, it's more like a blade, looking at the cold light it emits from time to time, you know it must be extremely sharp.The knife was between his fingers, as if it was growing in his hand. It was just an understatement, and the beard and stubble on his face disappeared piece by piece, revealing a smooth chin.
He was wearing a black vest and trousers donated by an unknown bodyguard. The typical western style was a little too big for him, but this made the oriental's slender and smooth figure even more visible.There are all the muscles that should be there, and they are quite strong and the lines are quite beautiful.There is a mature masculine charm all over his body.
His appearance was a bit ordinary, but at least his facial features were correct, at best he could be described as Zhou Zheng - this was when he didn't open his eyes.As soon as he opened his eyes, the ordinary turned into a unique charm in an instant, because the light in those dark pupils was too dazzling.It was like the luster of jade, faint, yet deep, extremely mysterious.
"Don." Cyril called him.
The man raised his head to look at him, paused again, then nodded.He sat down silently.
"How long can you stay?"
He finally spoke, his voice was like a bass string: "One and a half years."
Cyril felt struck by lightning again.Although I know that mercenaries have a lot of vacations after taking on a big mission... But they have accumulated such a long vacation and have never used it. How desperate is this guy?
"Why did you come to me?" Cyril thought for a long time before asking this question.
Tang An Jing stared at him for a long time, and just when he thought this man would not speak again, he replied: "If you want to come, you will come."
... Is such an answer any different from no answer?
Cyril was silent for a long time: "... up to you."
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Don followed Cyril to Isaac.
If it were someone else, if Ulysses threw it to him without hesitation and let him make the arrangements himself, and he accepted it, then Cyril would directly ask someone to make a long travel list and throw it to the other party Let it run its course.
But the partner changed to Tang... He really didn't dare.
Tang's ability to stir up trouble is really impressive.Since he became a mercenary, he has been running around in various tasks for many years. Obviously, this kind of disaster physique is giving full play to the light and heat.There has always been a principle of proximity in the assignment of mercenary organizations... Even when they are on vacation, they may be temporarily recruited to participate in the mission.God knows how God always likes to let trouble run into him!And it's an annoyance when you hit it!
But this guy is not conscious at all!Doing everything is taken for granted. All these years of fighting, killing, and running around use less brain, and the brain volume has shrunk even more than when Xi Ruier just picked him up...
It's better to put such a person under my nose.But Tang has a peculiarity.Adaptability is superb.
In the eyes of this guy, there is almost no difference between the mountains of swords, fire, seas and bloody storms and this peaceful and picturesque town.
...and the guy immediately found new fun.
I disappear from time to time, and when I come back, I usually have all kinds of game in my hand.Isaac is in the northern mountainous area of Spain. Those distant mountains are surrounded by forests with primitive colors that have not been eroded by modern civilization.Tang seemed to like this kind of activity very much. He never used any tools to hunt, he just ran with his legs and grasped with his hands. A little scar.
Even, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, Tang's life rules are perfectly consistent with Cyril's.When it rains rarely, the bodyguards around Cyril will be very excited, because Tang doesn't go out, they can have a chance to fight... although this fight may be unilateral at most.
When Aurora first met Don, she was taken aback.Since then, I have avoided him without hesitation.
About her senses are extremely sensitive to the characteristics of people. Even a person like Cyril who has never had blood on his hands, but with a strong shadow in his soul, will still terrify her instinctively.In Tang's eyes, with the evil spirit and bloody smell that could not go away, it might be no different from hell.
After Tang met Aurora, he stared at Cyril for a long time, with doubts in his eyes, but he didn't ask anything.In the end, he didn't know what to see, turned his head and walked away, continuing to work exactly the same as before.
Cyril was calm.
Don is really easy to raise when he's not causing trouble.
Xi Ruier froze in place for a long time without moving, feeling as if his body was completely petrified, and then it was shattered into slag by the wind and rain, and it was completely melted away by the wind... After a long time, he rubbed his face with his hands in pain, He changed his expression back to calm again, walked over slowly and sat down opposite this person.
The greasy and disheveled hair was entangled with the thick and black beard. It seemed that it hadn't been washed for a long time. There were even mud and grass clippings, making the whole face unclear.Careful identification of the clothes hanging on his body showed that it was the uniform of the Twelve Wings, but such a tough fabric could be torn into strips of rags, so it was impossible to imagine what kind of disaster he had experienced.The bosom is not so much a large bowl as it is a basin. It cooks common pasta, and the soup is very rich, but it looks like an African refugee eating like this... It can be called horrible.
Seeing Xi Ruier coming in, he just raised his head and glanced slightly, paused when he recognized him, and then continued to bury his head in his mouthfuls... Others probably wouldn't even have that pause.
Cyril silently turned her head away, out of sight.
Marcus rushed in angrily, and when his sight touched him, he instantly withered, and was kicked away by Joe who was in the way, his eyes were wide open but he didn't dare to curse, and Ai Ai automatically rolled to the corner and pretended to be a wall flower.
Xi Ruier knew beforehand that this poor kid hadn't been going well in the past few days.I thought that after Felix's death, those plans against him should have failed, but unexpectedly, the bow that was already fully drawn could not be stopped at all.There were still two waves of attacks.
Fortunately, the agreed task time was quite long at the beginning. He did not receive the order from Cyril, and the task was not revoked. Joe followed Marcus all the time, dragging such a bastard who would only delay his legs, and managed to survive the crisis. , The rest of this incident has been going on for more than a month. I thought it would be calm, but I didn't expect it. Maybe the mission period was about to end, and I knew that I might not be able to complete it, so I finally tried my luck again... The time of the accident was at In the early hours of this morning, someone almost succeeded, if not for a savage who suddenly broke into the scene.
That's right... Don's appearance is not much different from that of a savage now.
After learning about the situation, even Cyril couldn't help but lament that it was a coincidence.No wonder Po Kid was so excited just now, he was rescued from a desperate situation just now, and of course he felt depressed and scared after escaping from the dead... He even beat him up again... Obviously this guy's psychological quality is not good enough!When you encounter danger, the danger will pass, so there is no need to make such a fuss!A beating is more beneficial to physical and mental health!
As for Tang, it's purely a coincidence... I don't know which virgin forest he just ran out of... And he was a smuggler, so he can pass through the customs with such a dead face!
When Ulysses told him that Tang would come to look for him two months earlier, he had been prepared and waited for him, but he didn't expect to see this man in another place two months later--I think, Gray Harrier deserves it It is the master level of tracking and anti-tracking. Ulysses' guess is indeed correct, even Tang will be in such a mess.
...I just don't know if I caught up or not?
Tang had already finished his bowl of noodles and drank the soup cleanly. It seemed that he had specially ordered the kitchen not to add any ingredients with seafood. He could even chew the bones and swallow the rest of the meat.
Cyril had already called Markus over, asked him about his recent homework, looked up and saw Don put down the basin and stood up.
"The bathroom is over there—" Joe graciously showed him the way.
There are few in the entire European mercenary world who do not worship Tang.Joe's reason is more special. His abilities are relatively comprehensive, most of them can be used in one hand, and his planning is the most commendable. As an abandoned son of the old European mercenary organization Blood Red Cross Rose, after being expelled from the organization, his behavior became even worse. There are very few big organizations that haven’t harmed him—the Twelve Wings of Angels is the only one among them who has been harmed by him, and can give a helping hand regardless of the previous suspicions. Although there is a clear distinction between what they need, he is still very grateful .In response to Cyril's invitation, the rich reward is secondary, and it may not be because of the leader of the angel who made the connection.
Cyril looked at Marcus with a blank expression and wanted to copy the pointer. Why can someone be so naturally stupid after going through the danger of death several times?How can someone be so stupid after going through so many beatings?Compared with Aurora, she really is a scum! !
Even without Joe fanning the flames and fueling the flames, he still thought so! !
Probably it was the stern look in the pupils that made Marcus feel terrified.Wu Wu blinked and blinked, his toes had changed to the position of touching the ground... ready to run away with oil on his feet at any time.
Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, well, the hands that have been clenched into fists are loosened again.
Markas's ability to perceive words and expressions has improved quite quickly, and he wiped his sweat lightly, and heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's my teaching that is wrong." Cyril said with a blank expression.
So the poor kid suddenly felt a sense of crisis welling up in his heart, even stronger than being beaten.
Cyril turned to look at Joe: "Do you mind changing the way of performing the task?"
Joe gloated: "Of course!"
Markas's face was pale, and he had a premonition that his life would take a sharp turn and was about to enter a more tragic intersection.
Calmly staring at the guy screaming and being carried out by Joe, Cyril crossed her hands on her lap, and felt that she always unconsciously felt that it was not good to sit upright, so she leaned back on the sofa and changed Think about the problem in a more relaxed posture.
Hearing another movement in the living room, he slowly raised his head.
Completely remodeled man trims his beard with a knife as he walks around.After washing, the soft and tame black hair was still dripping with water. Perhaps because it was a little long, it was trimmed by its owner at will.Cut off a bunch of east and west, although it is indeed short, but the overall look is messy... However, because the expression of the owner is too ordinary and natural, as if it should be so natural, I can't help but feel it. Others think that his dog-gnawed hairstyle is more slovenly and messy.
In his hand he held a thin knife the length of his index finger.It's not so much a knife, it's more like a blade, looking at the cold light it emits from time to time, you know it must be extremely sharp.The knife was between his fingers, as if it was growing in his hand. It was just an understatement, and the beard and stubble on his face disappeared piece by piece, revealing a smooth chin.
He was wearing a black vest and trousers donated by an unknown bodyguard. The typical western style was a little too big for him, but this made the oriental's slender and smooth figure even more visible.There are all the muscles that should be there, and they are quite strong and the lines are quite beautiful.There is a mature masculine charm all over his body.
His appearance was a bit ordinary, but at least his facial features were correct, at best he could be described as Zhou Zheng - this was when he didn't open his eyes.As soon as he opened his eyes, the ordinary turned into a unique charm in an instant, because the light in those dark pupils was too dazzling.It was like the luster of jade, faint, yet deep, extremely mysterious.
"Don." Cyril called him.
The man raised his head to look at him, paused again, then nodded.He sat down silently.
"How long can you stay?"
He finally spoke, his voice was like a bass string: "One and a half years."
Cyril felt struck by lightning again.Although I know that mercenaries have a lot of vacations after taking on a big mission... But they have accumulated such a long vacation and have never used it. How desperate is this guy?
"Why did you come to me?" Cyril thought for a long time before asking this question.
Tang An Jing stared at him for a long time, and just when he thought this man would not speak again, he replied: "If you want to come, you will come."
... Is such an answer any different from no answer?
Cyril was silent for a long time: "... up to you."
※※※※※※※
Don followed Cyril to Isaac.
If it were someone else, if Ulysses threw it to him without hesitation and let him make the arrangements himself, and he accepted it, then Cyril would directly ask someone to make a long travel list and throw it to the other party Let it run its course.
But the partner changed to Tang... He really didn't dare.
Tang's ability to stir up trouble is really impressive.Since he became a mercenary, he has been running around in various tasks for many years. Obviously, this kind of disaster physique is giving full play to the light and heat.There has always been a principle of proximity in the assignment of mercenary organizations... Even when they are on vacation, they may be temporarily recruited to participate in the mission.God knows how God always likes to let trouble run into him!And it's an annoyance when you hit it!
But this guy is not conscious at all!Doing everything is taken for granted. All these years of fighting, killing, and running around use less brain, and the brain volume has shrunk even more than when Xi Ruier just picked him up...
It's better to put such a person under my nose.But Tang has a peculiarity.Adaptability is superb.
In the eyes of this guy, there is almost no difference between the mountains of swords, fire, seas and bloody storms and this peaceful and picturesque town.
...and the guy immediately found new fun.
I disappear from time to time, and when I come back, I usually have all kinds of game in my hand.Isaac is in the northern mountainous area of Spain. Those distant mountains are surrounded by forests with primitive colors that have not been eroded by modern civilization.Tang seemed to like this kind of activity very much. He never used any tools to hunt, he just ran with his legs and grasped with his hands. A little scar.
Even, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, Tang's life rules are perfectly consistent with Cyril's.When it rains rarely, the bodyguards around Cyril will be very excited, because Tang doesn't go out, they can have a chance to fight... although this fight may be unilateral at most.
When Aurora first met Don, she was taken aback.Since then, I have avoided him without hesitation.
About her senses are extremely sensitive to the characteristics of people. Even a person like Cyril who has never had blood on his hands, but with a strong shadow in his soul, will still terrify her instinctively.In Tang's eyes, with the evil spirit and bloody smell that could not go away, it might be no different from hell.
After Tang met Aurora, he stared at Cyril for a long time, with doubts in his eyes, but he didn't ask anything.In the end, he didn't know what to see, turned his head and walked away, continuing to work exactly the same as before.
Cyril was calm.
Don is really easy to raise when he's not causing trouble.
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