Counter-Strike?
Is this person from the military?
However, haven’t almost all the regular troops of the Sixth Country been replaced by military combat robots?
After Song Lan revealed his identity, the security guard at Tombstone Bar did not stop him and made way for him.
Almost as soon as I entered the door, a pungent smell of frozen meat came over. Summer was almost here, but the "Tombstone" was as cold as an ice cellar, and the dim blue lights made the atmosphere here feel like a morgue. Coupled with this unlucky name, Song Lan really didn't know what kind of boss would design his bar like this.
What is obvious is that this is not a place for drinking and having fun.
The layout of the bar is somewhat similar to the Gold Digger Bar in District 17. The bar is divided into multiple private rooms, which are places for business discussions.
The atmosphere in the bar was now solemn. Firearms and anti-material weapons were displayed on the tables. Almost all the mercenaries gathered here were wearing body armor and looked ready to go. Song Lan soon discovered that there were people in the bar. Most mercenaries have teams, but after wandering around the hall, he felt out of tune with the general environment.
He originally wanted to sneak into a certain team quietly and become a member of it naturally, but the mercenaries in the team all knew each other. Before he even got close, the other mercenaries gave him wary and rejecting looks.
The mercenaries of the Sixth Country were really not hospitable. Isolating him, a newbie mercenary who had just arrived, made him feel as cold as winter at the moment.
In all conscience, Song Lan felt that I could still be of great help in the event of an encounter.
"Lone wolf?"
The bartender came to the bar alone before seeing Mou Zhe getting upset. There was a slight smile in your tone. Although the newcomer was wearing a hood, you could tell my mood at the moment from his eyes.
This is probably different from the students who were left behind before forming a free team in the class, and they looked pitiful.
"Well, you're used to being alone."
Song Lan said in a deep voice.
As long as I call myself a lone wolf, I will be chased by the embarrassment of being isolated by the mercenaries.
"Here, buy him a drink."
The bartender outside was just as cold as Ivan. You mixed the two kinds of wine named Song Lan together, added some orange juice, and added two ice cubes, "Today's situation is not ordinary. , everyone wants to act with someone they can trust.”
"If something happens, just be alone."
"Ha, he is very careful."
The bartender also refuted Song Lan. After you pushed the prepared wine to him, "What's his name?"
"Why do you ask so suddenly?"
"She died for you in the next action. At least no one remembers that he was here."
"Counter-Strike, that's what everyone who knows you calls you."
After setting off, Lu Xiang and I discussed our new identities - members of the post-ordinary operations team. I came in and out of the team because of a case, left the city alone, and became a wanderer in a neutral country. As a mercenary, any knowledgeable person can tell that my body armor and clothing are all official equipment.
Although Song Lan still didn't understand what the bartender meant by action, I seemed to have arrived at just the right time.
"Counter-Strike? Okay, you've marked it down."
During the conversation, the time under the screen at the top of the bar jumped to 21:00.
At that moment, the atmosphere outside the bar became even more intense for her.
The mercenary in the innermost compartment of the bar retreated, and for a moment everyone looked at the deepest compartment.
After about ten minutes, fully armed mercenaries came out.
The leader was a thick-skinned woman with fair skin. Before I looked at the information on the screen of my mobile phone, I held the silver cross around my neck with my left hand that had not yet been transformed into metal. I took a deep breath. Close your eyes and place the cross to your lips.
That group of mercenaries is mostly gone.
Although Song Lan didn’t know that group of people and knew exactly what mission we had received, according to the common routine outside of movies, it was a very auspicious action, the same as looking at photos of boyfriends or children after a small war. level.
After leaving the house, the man set up a death flag for his team.
And it is difficult to tell from the bartender's words that the safety level of that task is quite low.
The mercenary brigade retreated to the deepest room one after another. Everyone's expressions were serious before they came out. Song Lan visually estimated that more than 40% of the mercenaries had done something similar to setting up a flag.
That is very different from the profit-seeking mercenaries I know. I always feel that those people are not accepting a small order that can make us famous and rich overnight, but more like they are devoting themselves to a certain cause without fear of death. among.
We all probably know that the end of that career is death.
Nearly an hour passed, and the bar gradually became empty.
Song Lan stood up and walked to the deepest room. Now I have stopped wondering what kind of cause is worth letting all the mercenaries go through fire and water.
That mission probably has nothing to do with the resistance and the Bones.
However, after I exited the door, no small figure stood in front of me. He was wearing a punk-style white jacket and grinned, revealing my gold teeth. When Song Lan spoke, I extended my left hand to the former in a friendly manner, "Nice to meet you. Is he or she the famous Counter-Strike?"
Song Lan didn't know the woman behind him, so the name Counter-Strike was probably overheard by me when I left the house or when I was chatting with the bartender.
"he is……?"
"Everyone who knows you calls you 'Heavy Artillery'. We are all members of your brigade."
The woman said with a smile.
There were only eight people in that team including myself, which was the largest among the many mercenaries.
"Hey, your nickname is 'Heavy Metal Rock'. Is it easy to remember?"
The young man who looked quite familiar made a "V" sign to Song Lan and gave him a title that was even more familiar than Counter-Strike.
""ghost"."
The man with short red hair and wearing a tight-fitting combat uniform said warmly.
Seeing this, the familiar young man quickly added, "He doesn't think you are usually hot and cold, but you are actually a very nice person."
Before you introduced him, the woman who called herself "Heavy Artillery" said, "Look, he is alone. If he wants to act with you, it is better to take care of each other if there are few people."
"do you have any opinion."
Song Lan nodded, I was born in a familiar place, and it would be much easier for me to move around without the help of a local.
Moreover, that can fully prove that I am not the one who is wanted by the team.
"Great, [Heavy Metal Rock]. I am a professional hacker. I can nervously destroy the security system of a small building. [Ghost] is the sniper of your team. He cannot let you cover him for nothing." He, as for you..."
Having said this, "Heavy Artillery" bent down and opened the weapon box he carried. Outside was an anti-tank rocket launcher. "I'll leave the enemy's vehicles to you... What is he good at? You probably don't have him there either." A weapon that can be used.”
"It'll be a little bit."
Song Lan thought for a while and said clearly.
I found that the composition of that brigade was relatively traditional, and the identity of psychics might be incompatible with ours.
"Rattlesnake."
With that said, "Heavy Artillery" handed a slightly heavy rifle to Song Lan's hand, "This cover shooting job is troublesome for him."
Thanks to Liyoulizhi for the 1,500 starting coins!
Thank you for the 100 starting coins I rewarded!
(End of chapter)
