Chapter Five Club

The plane crossed the Pacific Ocean and docked on the west coast of North America.

The main driver and Luo sent the doctor to the private hospital under the name of "Adam Technology Company" as quickly as possible.

In front of the emergency room door.

"This situation can only be amputated."

The attending doctor took the examination report, took off the mask, and squeezed out a "deep regret" expression very skillfully.

However, he found that the reactions of these people were very flat. He heard that his companion was facing an amputation without even frowning.

The driver nodded and said, "Thank you very much, as long as you live."

Luo stood behind, saying nothing as usual.

After setting up the doctor, the main driver and Luo left the hospital.

Their own club also has good medical conditions, but now the best medical staff in the team lie down. Others are only good at killing people, saving people is not good, so they can only choose to send the doctor to a private hospital.

The doctor lost an arm, which means that his career has come to an end, but the "salary" he has received in recent years is enough to spend his second half of his life at will.

In fact, it is not too bad to retire in this way. After all, most people in the industry have no chance to retire.

Some people actually make enough money to spend a lifetime, but they still ca n’t take it because they are too big.

Taking this mission alone, if there is no accident, each of the three million dollars will be allocated to get one million.

Of course, it is an accident, but in fact everyone knows that every single business you do may lose your life. Accidents are naturally not accidents.

The problem now is that Luo's team seems to have inadvertently come into contact with a more secretive aspect.

First the mysterious employer, then the strange "survivor" of the crash on the island.

This business is not as simple as they had imagined.

The main driver and Luo drove out of the hospital.

Their mercenary squad runs a club. On the table is a place containing all kinds of extreme sports. Secretly, it is a hidden underground arsenal filled with the most advanced and violent weapons and equipment. It is connected to a suburb for a gun practice. Huge shooting range.

The policy of this autonomous prefecture is extremely lenient, and the "easy folk customs" can get heavy weapons in the supermarket, which is why the original club promoters chose it as a base.

At present, there are only eight members in the club. No, now it should only be considered as seven, because doctors are basically no show.

In addition to the boss, the main driver, Luo, there are four others.

However, they are currently on vacation internally, because they have completed a large order in North Africa before this time. Usually, the club will take a group vacation for a while after finishing a single business. The three-million list of the three people of Luo was commissioned by the client during the vacation, so they could only draw a lot of people to do it. Perhaps it was better luck that Luo three of them won.

But this seemingly simple task, but something went wrong, causing the club to directly lose a member.

The boss said he was not very happy, because he had to recruit new people, and he had to be a doctor who could kill and save people. Such people were hard to find.

The car drove into the garage.

There are eight or nine cool heavy motorcycles parked here, but not one per person, all of them are Joe's.

Joe's favorite thing is to drive a roaring heavy locomotive, carrying a **** dancer in a bar, carrying a bottle of wine on the road. Although there have been many car accidents, every time the victim was the beauty or the motorcycle in the back seat, he had never been injured himself.

"Joe's main business is a tattoo artist, and his side business is a killer."

This is what he said himself. He said this to every girl in his arms. Of course, no one took it seriously. Who would have thought of this dangling man with dirty braids and big golden chains hanging around his neck The guy is a killer?

But this is the case, and murder is still his main business, and tattooing is his side business.

Before joining the club, Joe has been working alone, he can give you a clear understanding of the assassination.

It is not clear how this slutty loneliness killer was recruited in. It may be too boring to play alone for a long time.

In the club, if the doctor is a gun, then Joe is nagging. The two men got together, just like the Spider-Man in the comics, who met the deadpool and can annoy the others.

Therefore, Luo, who has always been regarded as an autistic child by others, can't play with these two guys.

auzw.com Originally thought it was a vacation, there should not be too many people staying at the base, but Joe, who was the least likely to stay, just stayed.

When Luo and the main driver came out of the underground garage, they heard a cheap voice.

"Ha! Chris, Luo, I heard you have something very interesting!"

The full name of the main driver is Chris Albert, he should be considered the oldest in the club, at least in terms of appearance. Joe's mouth is relatively cheap, and he likes to call Chris the grandfather, but this time it is rare to close his mouth and call his name.

It should be the last time that Chris hung on the top of a hundred-story building to make him remember.

In fact, the people in the club are not 100% aware of each other. Luo's impression of Chris probably stays in the old age, loves smoking, seems to be anything, and his car is not reluctant to change for many years. The pickup is broken.

The founder of the club is not the current leader. Luo also does not know how many members of this group they are. In short, if there are casualties within the staff, new talents will be recruited. Perhaps Chris is the last one. Approve or survivors of the previous members.

Luo was paralyzed as usual, too lazy to take Ricoh, he threw his backpack aside, then walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of boiled water.

This bar is Lucca ’s site, but it seems that this guy should not be here now. If nothing else, he will go to a deep mountain and old forest with a sniper rifle for a period of savage life during his vacation.

Usually after a month or two of vacations, a guy with a beard and hair as long as his hair, a dirty face, a ragged body, and flies around him will appear at the door of the club. He is Luca.

Luca is a wild explorer, and this product is the most flamboyant in the club, because he has published three adventure books that are very popular all over the world. I heard that the fourth book has also been completed recently. Interestingly, even the publisher of the book has never seen his famous author. As for how Luca operates, it is unknown.

He is probably the only mercenary who can use Google to search for his name.

In addition, Luca is a sharpshooter in the club. His farthest sniping distance has already exceeded the record known to the public in the world. Although there are certainly more than one person who can exceed that record, it should be all Is engaged in this kind of occupation that is not publicly available.

Three years ago, Luo's first contact with the club was not very pleasant, because at that time he was shot by Luca, the scar of the gunshot wound was about two centimeters away from the heart, but now he has been covered by Joe with a tattoo.

Although he almost died under the gun of Luca, but now in the club, except for the hacker who is soaked in the game all the time, Luo and Lucca are the closest people, at least when they perform the task, they have a tacit understanding. The degree is the highest.

This is the magic of the club, it makes a group of strange people into a team, although these people seem out of place.

Chris made a C-sign gesture towards Luo. Luo nodded, put down the boiled water in his hand, took a bottle of Corona from the refrigerator and threw it.

"Why are you both staying here on vacation?"

Chris took a bite from the cap and asked Joe.

At this time, Qiao was holding his tattoo pen on the back of a strong man intently.

The muscles of a strong man can be described in horror, and the dimensions are exploded. The back Joe is operating on can almost be used as an anatomical template, because every muscle on this is clearly defined and the lines explode.

The big man with brown curly hair is Andrea, but everyone prefers to call his nickname-crocodile.

Andre is a fitness maniac, he is close to two meters in height, and with a steel-like muscle, it really fits the crocodile nickname.

"You have to ask him this!"

The crocodile turned his head and glared at Joe.

Interestingly, Andre looks like a scary Nile crocodile, but his face is a standard male model facial features, a tall nose bridge, blue eye pupils, knife-like eyebrows, plus he as a fitness person The low body fat rate maintained all year round makes his face sharp and angular, even if his long hair is scattered and his beard is not repaired, he cannot completely hide his handsomeness.

Joe always said that if the crocodile didn't want to do it someday, it would be more profitable to be an actor.

Chris walked over and wanted to see what picture Joe was giving the crocodile pattern. As a result, he always smiled steadily and almost sprayed Joe's face with beer.

"Poof hahahaha%"

"Are you going to play this way? Ha ha ha You two want to laugh to death me ha ha ha ha"

Luo heard Chris smile so high, he jumped up and sat on the bar, just to see the back of the crocodile.

He narrowed his eyes and confirmed that he was right.

"Cough cough cough"

The autistic children also almost didn't squeeze out laughter and forced to cough instead.

On the crocodile's perfect back with a sharp line, a spongy baby with a crooked line is tattooed

After 30 minutes of explanation by Joe, Luo realized that it was the two who got drunk a few days ago. After returning to the base in the middle of the night, taking advantage of alcohol, Joe created this unique tattoo for the crocodile.

After waking up, the crocodile almost didn't break the word in half.

In this way, their vacation plans can only be temporarily postponed. In the past few days, Joe has worked hard to design a crocodile tattoo to cover the sponge baby on Andre ’s back.