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In fact, even though he dissed his subordinates, "Flamingo" also felt that Mike was a pretty boy and looked down on him in his heart.

"Flamingo" is the codename of a mercenary. Most mercenaries have one, which makes it look cooler.His subordinate's code name is: "Buffalo". As his name suggests, he is as reckless as a horse. However, according to "Buffalo", he is the famous serial killer "Buffalo Bill" in the United States to this day.

Just an asshole.

The less people know about shady things, the better, so Flamingo thinks that he and Bison are enough.

Just knowing the area Mike has searched, it is easy to predict the next area Mike will search.Next, they just need to set off in advance and lay an ambush on the road they must pass.

The weapon is a shoulder-launched individual missile produced by the Stark Group. Flamingo calls it "love", which means that it will encounter you unstoppably, and then - "bang", it will be sublimated in gunpowder.

The flamingos are responsible for launching and the bison are responsible for observing. They are covered with camouflage cloth and are difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Not long after, the two heard the loud sound of the helicopter's rotors.

The bison strictly fulfills the duties of the spotter:

"Attention, the target is approaching!"

"Sector A, marker No. 1, 50 degrees to the right, distance 150."

Facing the helicopter flying carelessly at an ultra-low altitude, Flamingo felt that this was a scoring question.

The flamingo is half kneeling.

"Distance 100."

"The tracking system is locked."

"Distance 80."

"The tracking system is locked and ready for launch."

"Distance 50."

"emission!"

Through the sight, the flamingo could even clearly see the pilot's panicked expression and panic.

"Discovered?"

The flamingos didn't care. With the maneuverability of the helicopter, it was impossible to evade tactically even if it was discovered at this distance.

The side door of the helicopter is open.

The flamingo saw the target holding a long knife and assuming a strange posture. No matter how the plane shook, it remained motionless.

"He wouldn't want to chop the missile."

The flamingo had ridiculous conjectures.As a senior mercenary, he has encountered many superpowers, including more mutants.At first, the flamingo was really scared, but as the contact became more and more, it felt like that.

Some superpowers can physically withstand pistol bullets?

and then?

Half of his body was broken by a heavy sniper rifle.

Some superpowers can breathe fire.

and then?

It's like carrying a flamethrower with you.

Is it amazing?

Flamingo admitted that there are indeed a few superpowers who can form an army by themselves, but 99% of superpowers cannot stop a well-trained armed team.

Why are there always politicians clamoring to imprison and exterminate mutants?

It shows that they are not as scary as advertised on TV.

As for the destruction caused by mutants... Do you know how many villages in the Middle East and Africa have simply "inexplicably" disappeared from the map for oil and mineral deposits?

It's just a way for American politicians to use fear to control people's hearts and public opinion for the sake of votes.

Many thoughts, in fact, just a moment.

The flamingo didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

boom!

Amidst the violent explosion, the helicopter remained intact and continued to rise.

"blocked?!"

Flamingo was so surprised that he bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain made his mind clear.

"Bison!" roared the flamingo.

Another responsibility of the spotter is to protect the shooter.Bison also didn't understand why the helicopter didn't crash in a glorious explosion.Hearing the roar of the flamingo, he directly picked up the prepared automatic rifle.

A figure fell from the sky, but the smoke from the explosion obscured the view.

Da da da……

The bison fired a string of bullets, probably knowing that he was alone, so he no longer wasted bullets, but pointed the muzzle at the predicted landing point.

Da da da……

The moment Mike landed, the bison fired again, emptying the magazine.But Mike's forward roll after landing made all the bullets fall behind him.

The landing point was only 20 meters away from the two people.

The bison changed the magazine's gap, and the flamingo pulled out the pistol and cooperated tacitly.

"puff!"

"what!"

After only two shots were fired, Flamingo felt his wrist go cold, and severe pain hit him violently.

The gun fell to the ground, along with the hand holding the gun.

The fractures are neat, the bones are thick, and the blood is sprayed.

Mike chopped off the flamingo's forearm with a knife, then turned around and chopped at the bison.

"Bulletproof vest? Haha~"

The touch felt wrong, and Mike immediately increased his strength.

Change from chopping to smashing.

boom!

The bison seemed to have been hit by a speeding train, and flew upside down for five or six meters. The man was in the air, spurting out blood, and had lost consciousness before landing.

"Ok?"

Seeing the flamingo holding back the severe pain and pulling out the machete, Mike felt that this man was at least a tough guy.

"I advise you to bandage it first, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Flamingo slashed at him with a knife.

"It's impolite!"

Mike used skill to fly the machete. The machete spun in the air and was caught by Mike when it fell.

"Good knife."

This is a Bath Magic Armor M combat machete, a prisoner of war knife used for executions. It is 41.5 centimeters in length and has a chopstick-long blood groove that is daunting. With the signing of the Treaty of Geneva, the prisoner-of-war knife retired from the stage of history and became a collection of military fans.

puff!

Mike threw the machete, and the blade sank into the flamingo's thigh, causing the latter to fall to the ground.

Mike said: "I didn't want to kill you. Are you so anxious to find death?"

The flamingo lay on his back, staring at Mike, and said: "If the mission fails, we will either die on the spot or be silenced afterwards. We are both dead."

"Isn't it okay even if you keep it secret?"

"If you were an employer, would you believe it? Would you dare to take the risk?"

"That's right." Mike touched his chin, "But you can strike first and betray your employer first."

The flamingos were silent.

Mike took out the bandage, helped Flamingo bandage the broken wrist, and sighed: "Don't tell me that you will never betray your employer, I don't believe it. Is it for your family? That's right, people like you who do dirty work have no clue. Who dares to use you in the hands of your employer?"

"It's funny to say that for money, you wantonly slaughter your wife's husband, the mother of your child, and innocent children on other people's land. Are you worthy of your faith and family?"

"Your employer will hurt your family. Why do you think my employer won't? Some people have lost their most precious things. You don't know what they will do, even if they are kind people. I am willing to give my employer Do this at a discounted price. In fact, you don’t need to take action personally, right? Just reveal your family’s information to your enemies. You have many enemies. I believe they are very willing to treat your family members, just like you are. That’s how the old people, the women, the children are treated in this land.”

Mike spoke calmly, as if he was chatting away.

"How dare you...you can't do this!" Flamingo's eyes were splitting.

"When it comes to an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. Why can't I do this?" Mike smiled, "Double-standard dog!"

Mike's smile looked like a devil in the flamingo's eyes.

"It's impossible for your employer to trust you unconditionally, and you probably won't trust him either. You should be prepared to ensure that your employer will not harm your family after your death."

The flamingo remained silent.

Mike didn't mind and said gently: "Well, how about we start with who your employer is?"

"Obadiah Stany!"

After a fierce ideological struggle, Flamingo finally spoke.