Chapter 159: Good people

The answer is surprising and reasonable.

Just when Lin Xiang was slightly turbulent, the noisy sound in the hall suddenly became silent. Several armed guards with live ammunition and at least level 4 strengthening power entered the door, surrounded by a man surrounded by a middle and walked straight to the front desk of the hall. Behind them, more than ten men in black were followed. Judging from the distance between front and back, they should belong to two independent forces.

"Look! That's Solomon--" Yarman turned sideways, opened the plate with his short, thick and hairy arms, and pointed to the man in the middle of the guard.

He was a middle-aged man about forty years old. His hair was all white, his face was very smooth, his wrinkles were few, and his figure was tall but not strong. He wore a simple set of light-colored clothes. Although it was too simple, the exquisite fabric and delicate workmanship had proved that their value would never be cheap.

"His Excellency Solomon, please wait a moment, we should talk again." Among the men in black who were following him, a young man with a thin figure, a sickly pale skin and an arrogant expression quickly walked up and said with a gloomy face.

"Mr. Fei, I am frank, your conditions are too harsh, and I cannot accept it. If you continue to talk, there will be no result." Solomon's lips were tightly tight. Although he kept his face politely and calm when he spoke, anyone could hear that there was obviously suppressed anger in these words.

"Who is that person?" Lin Xiang pointed at the man in black with interest.

"Hey, why don't you know anything? But it feels good to do this. In front of you, why do I feel like an omniscient genius-"

Yarman's mouth was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and stench, and it continued to blow on Lin Xiang's face: "The arrogant boy is named Fei Tu, and he is the eldest son of the Fei family."

"Fei Family?" Lin Xiang turned his body sideways, avoiding the hot breath that was coming, and continuing his own question.

"That's a big family in the north. They also want to insert into Liujin City to get a share of the pie. Hehehehe! Of course, these are things that stay on the surface. Perhaps their purpose is not limited to this. These guys may be trying to expel Solomon and monopolize the entire city. But this kind of thing has nothing to do with us. Whoever dies and who is the last city controller is fucking irrelevant, as long as they have enough money to pay the reward." Yarman looked at the distance with his eyes narrowed, and his hands kept sending food into his mouth.

The dispute on the front desk continued. Perhaps because of the countless eyes, the man surnamed Fei, in black, suddenly became very impatient. The whispers from all corners were obviously mixed with a considerable number of negative comments. Coupled with Solomon's rejection, Fei Tu began to become angry. The muscles on his face were slightly distorted. He showed his teeth and stared at the nearest black mercenary who was chatting with his companion and was relatively loud. He said fiercely and fiercely: "You, get out of here--"

The hall suddenly became dead silent, and everyone's eyes focused on this direction. The black mercenary looked at Fei Tu's face that was almost murderous, then looked around in a panic, instinctively took a few steps back, with a suppressed anger burning in his eyes, and said calmly: "Sir, this is Liujin City, you can't..."

"Bang--"

Unpredictable, dull gunshots broke out, and the black mercenary's head exploded completely, bursting into a ball of fishy, ​​thick and sticky flesh. The headless corpse was driven backwards by inertia. It was not until it hit the table behind it that it stopped suddenly, raised its hands in the air and touched it, and fell forward weakly.

Fei Tu had an amazing caliber pistol in his hand at some point. The bright silver gun body released a heavy metallic luster under the light. This handmade weapon is powerful and extremely expensive.

"Crazy--"

The rough and barbaric actions angered all the mercenaries present. They took out their respective weapons and surrounded Fei Tu and others in black in the middle, with strong anger and hatred on their faces full of murderous intent.

Although the Fei family is powerful, no one wants to be the target of being killed inexplicably. Mercenaries have their own rules, and there must be sufficient reasons to kill people. Yes, there is indeed no so-called law and order in the wasteland world, but there is no reason to kill people casually in front of everyone, which is enough to make the bystanders fight back when they feel threatened.

Solomon looked at Fei Tu who was standing opposite him for a long time. His face was very calm, but his eyes were burning with flames. After a long time, he sighed softly and said coldly in a disgusting tone: "Liujincheng has his own rules. For Mr. Fei's sake, it's not difficult for you - leave someone and leave here immediately."

The fanatic aura gradually dissipated from Fei Tu's face, and he began to calm down. He could even vaguely see a little fear and regret in his dodging eyes.

Obviously, he picked the wrong time and place of the murder. His arrogant attitude made him not want to explain his mistakes at all. But he knew very well that it would be impossible to walk out of this hall without some expression or according to Solomon's words. With the power of the Fei family, it was enough to kill all the mercenaries here. The problem was that together with the bodyguards around him, there were only five people on his side. In this case, he had to resist forcibly, and there was only a dead end.

He tensed the muscles on his face silently, suddenly raised the gun in his hand, aimed at a black-clad bodyguard blocking him, and pulled the trigger in an instant, shooting all the bullets in an instant. The bodyguard who guarded the employer was not at all prepared. The bullets attacked from behind accurately penetrated the joints on both sides of his shoulders and on his knees. The shrill screams covered the rapid gunshots. He leaned weakly on the cold stone floor and struggled desperately. While gasping for breath, he twisted his body into a ball driven by pain, howled in despair, rolling back and forth in a pool of blood.

Fei Tu stared at Solomon with a pale face. He loosened his wrist, shook his pistol wheel, raised the hot gun barrel, and dropped a few shells with the smell of gunpowder. He roared in a grim voice: "I will not violate the rules of Liujincheng, kill one by one, I have left everyone, and let you deal with it. Lord Solomon, I hope you can seriously consider my suggestions. Cooperation will be beneficial to each other-"

After saying that, he looked at the mercenaries around him viciously, as if he wanted to portray each face in the depths of his memory. After several minutes, he rushed through the crowd and quickly left the room.

Solomon did not move. His breathing was smooth and even, but the thick and bulging blood vessels on both sides of his neck made Lin Xiang feel the terrible anger that was as violent as a volcano but was forcibly suppressed.

Several waiters in dark blue uniforms came over and dragged the bodies of the dying wounded and dead out of the hall. A mixed with detergent and a dry rag quickly removed the blood from the ground. Soon, the smooth marble floor returned to tidy again, leaving only a faint trace of blood left in the air.

Looking at the mercenary who had put away his weapons, Solomon, who was standing at the front desk, rubbed his hands with satisfaction. His face was smiling and his voice was louder than usual: "Gentlemen, now, let's talk about the specific contents of the mission commission."

...

Those who can enter the hall on the 16th floor are all mercenary captains or regiment leaders with certain strength.

Yarman is no exception.

He is an extremely fat man. Large pieces of fat accumulate under the skin, covering up the muscles that should have been raised high. His body is more than two meters tall, and his horizontally growing body offsets the visual advantage brought by the height of his body. He looks thick in the middle and narrow at both ends. He has two soft drooping breasts hanging from his round belly. He has a strong arm with metal steel nails on his thick arms, squeezing the expanded fat meat and stacking desperately on both sides, looking like solid and bulging muscles.

This terrifying appearance can easily produce strong oppression, just like the sumo wrestlers of the old era, tall, fat, and full of deterrence.

Fat meat can also produce strength.

A fierce appearance does not represent the heart. For some reason, this middle-aged man with level 5 evolution has a natural closeness to Lin Xiang. It is not because of pornography, nor because he is attracted to his beautiful face and smooth and tender butt, but just a natural favor.

As the crowd walked out of the hall, Yarman's words became more and more obvious.

"Listen to me, Liujin City is a dangerous place, and Solomon's money is not as easy to make as others say. This mission is very dangerous. I don't know which bastard who is not open to you gave you a mercenary license, nor do you know how you used to make others obey your orders. In short, guys like you who have no superpowers can easily die on the battlefield. Listen to me - don't spend too much money on those glamorous clothes and weapons, find a clinic and ask the doctor to give you a shot. Be stronger, it will be good for you."

Lin Xiang smiled and nodded, he could feel the kindness in the other person's words.

Walking into the elevator, Yarman was still chattering, and the conversation began to involve two guards around Lin Xiang.

"A little guy as handsome as you should be a mercenary for a woman, right? Hehehehe! I have seen a lot of such things. You are lucky and can find a sergeant with good strength. However, the strength of the three of you is too weak. Let's do it! You are by my side, and I have at least fifty people under my command. Although most of them are ordinary people, they are much stronger than you. The chance of survival is greater."

While speaking, the elevator had already descended to the first floor, and the closed alloy door walls slowly separated.

"I really decided to let me join your team?" Lin Xiang suddenly asked when he walked out of the elevator.

After hesitating for a moment, Yarman nodded seriously, and the fatty fat on his face trembled.

"Why?" Lin Xiang continued to ask.

"I don't want to see you killed."

Yarman sighed long and was silent for a moment, saying, "Listen to me, this mission is very dangerous. Solomon issued a long-term commission. Before that, many people have been here, but they all died..."

"The danger will not be directed at a certain person, so will you." Lin Xiang smiled, his eyes keeping with the expression on the other person's face.

"I can at least protect myself, as for you..." Yarman shook his head: "As for the same sentence, you should get an injection."

Lin Xiang glanced at him and said nothing.

There are not many good people in this world, but this powerful fat man in front of me should be considered one.

Walking down the steps in front of the stairs, Yarman's attention was immediately attracted by the armored truck parked on the side of the building. He looked in surprise at the more than a hundred evolutionary soldiers standing around the body, and his face subconsciously showed a look of fear.

"Where did these guys come from? All the natural evolutionists are the worst, and they also have the second-level strength... God, they are so powerful. Who are they?"

"That's the soldiers of the "Vulture Mercenary Group"." Lin Xiang answered casually and walked straight towards the direction where the convoy was located.

Opposite, Yang Hua, who saw him from afar, jumped off the off-road vehicle and quickly came over. The powerful aura of the parasite's power formed a perceptual magnetic field with a radius of about five meters with him as the core. Yarman's face turned pale instantly, his hands began to tremble involuntarily, and a cold sweat suddenly burst out from his spine.

"It's too powerful, too strong. He... what level is he? Level 8? Level 9? Or... higher level?" Yarman murmured, fear constantly rising from the bottom of his heart like a tide. The difference between the strength of ordinary evolved people and parasites is too great. He really can't keep calm if he doesn't understand that the other party is an enemy or friend.

"His strength exceeds the highest level of the evolutionary man. It no longer belongs to the mutation of ordinary meaning, but should be classified as a parasite." Lin Xiang stretched out his hand and gently patted his shoulder.

"How do you know?" Yarman, who came to his senses, looked surprised.

"It's very simple, because he belongs to the Vulture Mercenary Group."

Lin Xiang slowly walked to Yang Hua, turned around, and a gentle smile appeared in the depths of his eyes: "As for me... he is the commander of the Vulture Mercenary Group."

...

The howling cold wind passed through the empty streets, making heart-wrenching whimpers. The messy steel bars protruded from the inside of the broken wall bricks, like thin and weird black claws, twisted into strange and inexplicable shapes by some mysterious force, and frantically penetrated into the same dark sky.

Lin Xiang lay on the top of a three-story building with half of the wall collapsed. The dark and thick Barrett sniper rifle slowly poked out from the edge of the decaying windowsill. As the gun body slowly swung at an undetectable amplitude, the wreckage of a "Hainan Mazda" sedan at the end of the street was also included in the center of the black cross aiming the lens.

Car wrecks left over from the old era to the present are everywhere. Under the rotation of wind, rain and sunshine, they have turned into piles of strange-shaped steel skeletons. These ancient relics can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the city ruins. There is nothing too special about it. It is as ordinary as shrubs in the wilderness and stones in the riverbed, lying quietly there, allowing time to pass silently from your side.

"Bang--"

The bullets dragged the hot flame tail flew out of the muzzle, and a dazzling stream of light was drawn under the dark night. A shrill scream broke out from the rear of the wreckage of the car in the distance. A figure who lost its balance fell heavily from the side of the car body. Next to it, another shadow that was obviously frightened jumped up and ran desperately towards the darkness behind him.

Lin Xiang, with a calm expression, quickly pulled open the gun chamber, gently pressed another bullet, aimed and pulled, and the figure that was almost swallowed by the darkness shook at the end of the street, and fell weakly.

The thick-body Yarman lay beside him, his fat and round belly exposed from the middle of the open leather vest. Although it was a bit cumbersome, he showed a fearful power and shock under the support of his short, round, thick and heavy thighs.

"Fuck! How do you know there are hidden targets there? How did you do it?" The fat white giant man looked at the streets in disbelief, his face filled with too much fat was full of shock.

Lin Xiang smiled and pulled the sniper rifle back from the window, without saying a word.

Taking the house under your feet as the border, the entire Liujin City is divided into two parts: south and north.

This artificial distinction is not equal. The area of ​​the northern part of the city is only about one-quarter of the southern part. On the plane map, the intersection of the ring road in the east and west directions is the connection point, and a slightly concave arc divides Liujincheng. At first glance, it looks like a huge and greedy mouth, always preparing and posing the rich food at your mouth.

Solomon is the lord of Liujin City. However, this identity title does not fully conform to reality - he has not completely controlled the entire city. Although the largest goods trading area, casinos, hotels, and other most profitable profit facilities are distributed in the south of the city, the small part in the north that was forcibly divided belongs to another man named Wang Yi.

The task entrusted by Solomon was very simple - kill all the rebels in the North District, cut off Wang Yi's head, and combine the two major parts of Liujin City into one.
Chapter completed!