It's a bit cold in the shed. Sandro pulled an armful of dry wood from nowhere, and it burned. The bright flames began to illuminate their faces. Lin Rui leaned on the backpack and carefully wiped the M4A1 he was carrying. He wiped the M4A1 very carefully, and after the wipe, he started to wipe the bullets again, until every bullet was polished golden and brilliant, lying on him. The palm of his hand, quietly and beautifully presents golden tenderness.

Sergey was cooking mashed potatoes with canned meat. Everyone ate a little and leaned against the corner to rest. Snake Eye still puts on the headphones, and he has the country rock that he never tires of listening to, and his face is indifferent. This guy had served in the army for several years, but he still smelled of lazy Texas cowboys. While he was listening to the music, he came to his voice from time to time. Lin Rui didn't fully understand the slang in the lyrics, but he felt pretty good.

Sergey snorted badly. As a Russian, he had always had no good looks towards the two Yankees in the team. Just push the bullet into the magazine one by one. This time they were carrying two guns except for the two snipers, one pistol, and the M4A1 rifle in their hands. But Sergey still likes the feeling of the Russian AK series. He feels that whenever he carries a gun on his back, it is like carrying a kind of security. He has a bottom in his heart and will not be afraid. He pulled the bolt, the gun was too new, and even the rifle sounded with a new lingering sound.

Lin Rui stood up and walked casually along this hidden alley. The hard pebble pavement was trampled under his feet. The night at this time was too quiet, only the moonlight was hanging in the sky as before, and the earth was a silvery calm, seeming to be flooded with tide. "Tomorrow will be a **** storm again, but I don't know whose blood will be contaminated this time." The actuary Jiangan whispered like a dream.

"Who's blood is the same, whether it is the enemy or himself, it is all red." Lin Rui whispered.

At this moment, Yelena stabbed him quietly, squeezed over with the sleeping bag, and gave him a cigarette.

Lin Rui knew that she would definitely not sleep either. They all took a rest almost all day. If they could still fall asleep the night before the action, it would be a skill. "Not asleep yet?" One thing he didn't say was that he felt that Yelena had a tacit understanding with him.

"Can't sleep." Yelena also ordered one for herself. "It's weird to be able to fall asleep, such a ghost place. Alas, what do you think will happen to us now?"

"I don't know." Lin Rui smoked a sullen mouthful of cigarettes, and his heart moved like needles. He did not expect Yelena to talk about this issue. He really didn't think about all this. Did not dare to think about the future.

"Don't you dare to think about it?" Yelena squeezed to his side and whispered, "Actually, you are just like me now, feeling more and more fear of the future! Or rather fear of the future yourself. We are To become a corpse, or to become even colder than a corpse. I can hardly imagine."

"The way we went was originally a way of no return." Lin Rui whispered.

"In fact, we can have a choice, or we can quit. I seem to be a little tired of this kind of life." Yelena frowned.

"Maybe I am also tired, but I don't know which one is more suitable for me besides this kind of life." Lin Rui shook his head, "I am not a militant, I don't like war. But I live by fighting. It’s my job. Many people don’t like their work, but they have to do it too. Because they don’t know what else they can do. I’m this kind of person. But you are different, you can leave."

"But I don't want to leave alone." Yelena looked at him. "Even if you die with you somewhere where you don't even know the name."

Lin Rui was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, "How can we discuss this topic?"

"This topic is stupid." Yelena shrugged and took a cigarette.

Lin Rui looked at her and said, "In our hometown, women rarely smoke."

"Then should I quit smoking?" Yelena smiled.

"No, just be yourself." Lin Rui shook his head. "Although it is difficult for anyone. It is even more so for me. I am a mercenary for money. But after a long time, I found that I can't get rid of this life. I don't mean that I like being a servant. Soldiers, but I think there are too many things to leave, too many things to put down. Like this gun, it is very heavy, but we can't put it down."

"I understand, we are all in it." Yelena nodded.

Suddenly they were speechless, and they sat opposite each other, touching their own thoughts. Lin Rui sighed, what else can I say? When two people are touched by each other, the best cover is silence.

In Bals’s residence, the corridors are covered with high-end pure wool carpets from the Middle East, which are very soft and comfortable to step on, without any sound. At the top are all groups of exquisite crystal lamps, illuminating the corridor like daylight. The walls on both sides are inlaid with large golden reliefs, and the whole corridor looks magnificent.

The doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor are all open, and the interior is also luxuriously decorated. There are three layers of curtains for the outward windows. The window is a layer of light silk curtains, the middle is a tight light-proof curtain, and the innermost layer is still It is a red silk curtain.

Balls' subordinates are looking at each room very carefully, and the security consultant tells the guards behind them from time to time what needs to be rectified. There are surveillance in the corridor, and Bals attaches great importance to this meeting with the younger brothers Neil Sap. Coupled with the stabbing of the old Nielsap, there is always a feeling of fear in his heart. An order has been given to increase his guard by more than one hundred people. The security consultant is arranging these additional manpower to every position.

After the assassination of the old Neil Sap last night, Bals was alone in his office thinking and analyzing various situations that might arise in the next step. He is different from other warlord militants. He has been in politics for many years and thinks more thoroughly than ordinary people.

Bars soon came to the conclusion that in any case, the Nielsap family had encountered a very difficult enemy this time. Judging from the current situation, he is very clear that this time the action on Nielsap must be mercenaries, and it is impossible for ordinary mercenaries to take actions of this scale. There must be power to support them in secret, so the assassination of the old Nielsap is definitely a red flag. But how can you keep this danger from spreading to yourself?

By virtue of his relationship with the Nielsap family, if any one of Nielsap's two sons came to power, he could still be his minister safely. But what if neither of them works? Balls couldn't help but hesitate, maybe there was more consideration.

(End of this chapter)