As the sun sets in the west, the sun finally ends its schedule for the day. The brilliant light gradually fades from the earth. It seems that even the temperament has changed from generous to stingy, leaving only a few pale golden afterglows to decorate the world. Not long after this The remaining light will be usurped by the vampire-like night. When the night falls, the bright silver moon hangs in the sky.
Kitagawa Hao lay loyally on the top floor, observing the movement of the factory in the distance with a sniper scope.
In the open space outside the factory, it seemed that it was getting late, and many scavengers began to cover the empty iron barrels with fuel, ignite them and use them for heating.
People gathered together in small groups, seemingly chatting, and from time to time some people laughed loudly. The radio placed aside was turned on, and people sang and danced to the music.
They were several blocks apart, and the straight-line distance was hundreds of meters long. Even with the help of a hearing enhancer, it was difficult for Kitagawa Hiroshi to hear the sounds there.
Everything was so peaceful, and this vacant and abandoned factory became more lively because of the presence of these scavengers. Among the laughter and laughter, there was no crying in the shadows.
It seemed that he was a little tired from lying on the ground for too long. Kitagawa Hao propped up his body and moved around a few times.
He is not a professional soldier, so it is a bit difficult to use this Nekomata sniper rifle. He cannot lie down for hours like a professional sniper, and he will definitely get a headshot with every shot.
But it doesn't matter, besides not being a soldier, he is not a gentleman either.
Therefore, when he pulls the trigger next, he will not hesitate too much. The tungsten nail bullets in the gun chamber will only randomly hit the enemy's lower body, chest, arms, etc.
It would be an extremely painful experience. The high-velocity bullets would even scorch the skin and flesh, and the victim would only wail miserably, regretting why he didn't die on the spot.
Outside the factory, everything around is so quiet. After all, this industrial area in the north of the city is not as prosperous as other urban areas. After nightfall, there will probably be no more people lingering on the streets.
"Lin Jun, have the reinforcements you asked for arrived?" Beichuan Hao looked away from the scope and glanced at Lin Mo aside.
The young man randomly found a clean place to sit.
There was only a low wall on the roof of this building. He looked sideways at the dim factory complex in the distance, leaving only Kitagawa Hao's clean and delicate profile.
The evening wind blew by, causing his hair to sway, and the scarlet eyes of the white wolf on his jacket became more and more conspicuous, and the boy's eyes were distant and profound.
"Just in time, they've arrived." The boy's mouth curled up, as if he was expecting something.
Following his words, Kitagawa Hiroshi stood up and followed the boy's gaze to a certain place, where bright car lights lit up.
There are two cars in total, a black Emperor 720 and a purple Goodra 66-type 640 TS.
"Is it them? Lin Jun, how did you get involved with their team?" Beichuan Hao's eyes narrowed and his tone was slightly surprised.
The visitors were none other than the fringe team he had met at night the week before.
The Emperor 720 and the Goodra sports car were the two vehicles he saw that night, and they were quite impressive.
If I remember correctly, this should be a team of 6 people, and Lin Mo seemed to be chatting happily with them at that time.
He thought that he and the other party would never meet again after that night, but he didn't expect that the reinforcements Lin Mo called this time were them.
"How else can we catch up? Let's find Wakako." Lin Mo looked at the vehicles approaching in the distance and smiled slightly.
"I don't doubt your personal charm, Mr. Lin, but a team of marginalized people like this shouldn't help the two of us for no reason." Kitagawa Hao looked confused.
As a marginalized person, as long as you can survive for a while after entering this profession, you can't have too many illusions about this profession where you lick blood on the edge of a knife.
A seemingly simple and ordinary commissioned task may be hiding a murderous intention that ordinary people cannot spy on. Every time you give out a commission, it is equivalent to gambling your life.
If you can recruit some marginal people and promise them enough reward to go on missions with you, that's great. It means that these people have a lot of trust in you and are willing to entrust their lives to you.
But if you can keep up your efforts and recruit people to do things for you for free without asking for anything in return, then congratulations, these people who are willing to help you for free will definitely love you very deeply.
In a sense, they are your parents. Only parents are willing to risk their lives for you without asking for anything in return.
Kitagawa Hao did not doubt Lin Mo's personal charm, but no matter how great the charm was, it would be impossible for him to bow down to him after just one meeting.
"Nonsense, I paid for it, how could they help us for free?" Lin Mo turned his head and glanced at him helplessly.
Beichuan Hao suddenly realized, but the next moment he had another question.
The reward for this commission, even if the person is rescued completely, is only 30,000€.
If you just explore specific information, the maximum amount is 5K€.
How much reward did Mr. Lin promise to let his team go out collectively?
He asked the question again.
Lin Mo smiled and said in a frivolous tone:
"Not much, only 80,000 euros."
Kitagawa Hiroshi:......
"Jun Lin, since the two of us are already a team, I think I have the responsibility..." Beichuan Hao paused, thought of a euphemistic rhetoric, and then said:
"I have the responsibility to give you advice and advice. Even if you are rich, you cannot waste money carelessly."
This is really an exaggeration. You can earn tens of thousands of dollars for one mission, but your boss spends ten times the amount without blinking an eye.
Is this the life of rich people?
"No, in my opinion, the 80,000 yuan is well spent." Lin Mo said with a carefree smile:
"Wakako probably didn't know that there would be dozens of scavengers here. It would be impossible to kill so many people and rescue the mission target for 30,000 euros, so her original idea was to save them if they could, but not if they couldn't. Take the information back with you when you come out.”
"We could have brought the intelligence back, but this choice didn't meet my expectations, and the noise it created wasn't big enough. If we want to make things bigger, we have to spend a lot of money."
"But we don't have to make any money either."
Kitagawa Hao is still a little confused.
Although the money spent was not his, but being in the same team, he felt pity for Lin Mo as if he saw his old friend suddenly being cheated out of money by a stranger.
"No, for me, making money is never the first goal. Fame, connections, and combat experience are what I want." Lin Mo looked at Beichuan Hao meaningfully.
Kitagawa Hao sighed:
"Paying money to invite people to complete a very difficult commission will indeed increase your reputation in the circle of marginalized people, but Mr. Lin, you have to understand that this is most likely a case of 'people are stupid and have too much money'" A good reputation, not to mention a relationship built with money, is not reliable after all.”
Lin Mo finally stood up, dusted his butt and smiled broadly:
"I don't care if my reputation is good or not, as long as it makes me eligible to enter the afterlife bar. If others regard me as a fool with too much money and nowhere to spend it, that would be great. It means that my disguise is successful."
"Hao, you should know very well that although we have not known each other for a long time, my young face has also brought me a lot of benefits."
Beichuan Hao raised his eyebrows and finally understood what Lin Mo meant.
It was indeed as he said. Because he looked like a minor, the Tiger Claw gang looked down upon him, and in the end he was killed by Leng Bului with a knife.
This young man deceived everyone with his young and innocent appearance. After tearing off the mask, he revealed a fierce light like a lion.
A lion always catches its prey at the right time.
Suddenly, Beichuan Hao had an idea, as if he realized something.
"Lin Jun, do you want to recruit those people for your own use?"
Although Beichuan Hao had never understood the principle of buying horse bones with a thousand pieces of gold, his rich experience in the Tiger Claw Gang still made him keenly aware of Lin Mo's purpose.
Lin Mo glanced at Beichuan Hao in surprise. Seeing that his purpose was exposed, he thought for a while and did not hide it anymore, and said calmly:
"Well, I have this idea. They are a very good team, and I have no reason to let go of good people."
"As the saying goes, as long as the hoe dances well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down!"
After finishing speaking, Lin Mo had no intention of continuing to explain, and turned around and walked towards the stairs.
His eyes glowed orange, and he seemed to be communicating with the marginalized team.
Beichuan Hao was thoughtful and followed slowly.
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PS: After finishing this chapter, it should be on the new book list. Since the exposure is reduced, I can only pursue reading to see if I can be promoted to the second round of recommendations.
It is very important to catch up on reading on Tuesday, so the author decided to add another chapter for the first time. The total is three chapters, and there will be no more.... (I feel so sad, it will cost the life of a disabled person)
Please readers, please read it a bit more. I beg you.
