Cao Zhehua dared not approach, and Nighthawk's thoughts forced him to be careful. It was not the time to leak his identity secret.

When the three of them arrived in the downtown area, they had already separated and headed in three different directions. Cao Zhehua chose the flying sword that the three of them were the most unfamiliar with. As a former comrade-in-arms, Cao Zhehua was quite familiar with, but since this flying sword could enter the dragon group, of course, it would not be ordinary.

The flying sword moves very quickly, and even in the downtown area, it is a little erratic. If it weren't for Cao Zhehua, other people might not be able to keep up with him.

The road became more and more remote, and it seemed that it was in the suburbs. There were bushes of trees. It was obvious that the garbage that could be seen everywhere was even more fishy.

Cao Zhehua was a little suspicious that some dangerous elements would choose to live in such a place.

But looking at the children running around and having fun, there was no murderous aura here, or for them, this was paradise.

A somewhat dull footsteps came eagerly, and the figure of Fei Jian had already hidden in an instant. Cao Zhehua also hid on the stone platform, watching everything below.

"Get up, get up, you can't get up again, I'll eat the roast goose alone." The one who rushed in was a middle-aged man with dark skin and somewhat similar to Asians, but from his accent, Cao Zhehua knew that they were Middle Easterners.

Fortunately, Cao Zhehua could understand this language.

The originally calm courtyard sounded a "crackling" sound. A young man appeared at the door the fastest, with long hair, but it was tied to his head, and it seemed that he had not been cleaned for more than a year.

"Roast goose? Where, where is it?-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

While swallowing, he said whispered: "Uncle Tank, you are also Captain Devil, are you too stingy? You have been here in this ghost place for a week. Every day, I chew dry food, and I almost chewed my teeth."

The middle-aged man, known as a tank, had already slapped him and scolded: "If you have something to eat, you can eat it, you just talk a lot of nonsense."

At this moment, four people walked out of the house, all of whom were young people around twenty years old. No one was polite. The roasted goose in the tank bag had been divided, one by one, and a few cans of wine. Everyone was so happy that they were eating it. It seemed that they were really lacking in nutrition.

Tank and everyone had almost finished eating, so they took out a few cold steamed buns from their pockets and started biting them in big mouthfuls, but looking at his expression, he was very satisfied.

In Cao Zhehua's eyes, these are just some poor people who avoid war.

"Uncle Tank, I have a small belly and can't finish so much, so you can eat some too." The boy who first grabbed the roast goose had already handed over half of the roast goose and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's hands.

The other people also surrounded them and pulled off their roast goose and gave it to the tank uncle. The atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

"Don't worry, I've found a business. As long as I help, I'll have 50,000 yuan. When I get the money, we'll go to the Shenwan Grilled Goose Restaurant for all night."

The middle-aged man was a little moved. He didn't care if he led these boys to wander around the world. He just made them suffer. However, because he abides too much by his own principles, it was really hard to make money.

Everyone was excited, and a young man shouted loudly: "Uncle Tank, as long as we have the chance, our devil mercenary group will become famous and will eat roast goose every day."

These people are also called the Devil Mercenary Group? Cao Zhehua was a little stunned. This name is quite scary, but they are just a few children.

Some things cannot be seen on the surface.

Tank suddenly frowned, and the expression on his face showed a deep vigilance, and he shouted: "Who is it?"

Cao Zhehua was stunned. Was he discovered?

It was not him who was discovered, but the flying sword.

However, the tank's vigilance surprised Cao Zhehua very much. His face changed. This middle-aged man was completely different from the ordinary one just now.

"Be careful, Rab!" The sword light flashed, and the tank was already deeply shocked. With a lifting of his hand, he had already pulled the banyan boy away, his movements as fast as lightning. This speed could be shown in this middle-aged man who looked so ordinary, which was indeed extraordinary.

The flying sword's sword was indeed very fast. Even if the tank pulled Rabu away, he still did not avoid the sword energy. A piece of his sleeve had been cut and his arms were stained with blood.

The action of the flying sword has exceeded Cao Zhehua's surprise. As a master of the dragon group, he should not have taken such a fierce attack, not to mention that these people are not worth killing.

Although the Dragon Group has this power, it does not mean that it can kill innocent people.

Fei Jian didn't speak, or he really used these people to practice his hands as the drunkard said.

But aren’t they going to deal with terrorist organizations? What does it have to do with these mercenaries?

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However, their strength is too different. There is no advantage in Fei Jian's hands. Fei Jian seems to want to fight quickly, and the sword energy explodes. Within three feet, a deadly sword energy is formed.

The three were injured and the blood-colored flowed. The unfinished roast goose had already rolled underground. For the flying sword, he had indeed gained the inheritance of the Dragon Group's killing. It was the purpose of the Dragon Group to solve the opponent and leave no trace.

But this inexplicable killing seems to have passed.

The sword light flashed and hit the throat. The tank turned sharply, but the sword energy was faster.

He had no choice but to escape. In that world full of war, he had escaped many deaths, but this time, he seemed to be unable to escape.

A cold light appeared out of thin air. As soon as the sword light stopped, the tank had already rolled out three meters.

"who------"

"Get out, I don't want to kill you." Cao Zhehua had already appeared and shouted coldly. He didn't want to do it. Although this person couldn't see through his moves, Guang's Heart Art was a very unique skill. As long as he said it, someone would definitely associate it.

The flying sword had cold eyes and cold light, staring at Cao Zhehua with a tight look. The sword intention had not moved, but the will had been shaken a little. Looking at Cao Zhehua, it seemed like Mount Tai was pressing down on the top of the top, and it was unbearable to bear the heavy weight. He came without a trace, but there was no trace.

"I will look for you again." Fei Jian would not do something that was unsure, and he believed that these people would not know his identity.

The tank had stood up with the support of several young people, but the alert expression on his body still remained unchanged, and there was no slackness because Cao Zhehua drove away the strong enemy for them.

"Who are you?" the young man Rab asked. He was not old, but he was very tough, his hands were covered with blood, but the dagger he was holding was still tightly unrelaxed.

Those who came out of that place had died more than once. To them, nothing mattered, as long as they could survive.

Cao Zhehua took back his previous contempt, and this so-called devil mercenary group was still something that he could accept.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important, I want you to sell your life to me."

Tank replied coldly: "You have found the wrong person."

But after a moment of silence, Rabu next to him asked surprisingly: "How much can you pay?"

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But Rabu didn't stop, but just looked up at the most respected captain, the uncle who was newer than his relatives. He said softly: "Captain, we need money."

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Ball flowers
Chapter completed!