When the mercenaries were panicking, a lonely black shadow suddenly appeared on the distant hillside, standing there looking down at them.

Where did this black shadow appear?

These Gurkha mercenaries were all experienced in the battlefield for a long time, but at this moment they were scared by this strange scene and their hair stood up. The black shadow looked at them quietly, like a god of death.

A mercenary raised his gun nervously, but Prasad reached out and pressed his gun down: "You are waiting here, don't act rashly without my order."

After saying that, Prasad actually raised his hands and walked slowly towards the other party.

The location of the black shadow is one or two hundred meters away from the off-road vehicle, and the hillside is steep. It is quite inconvenient to climb the mountain with prosthetic legs. When he climbed up the top of the mountain, the black shadow suddenly disappeared.

Prasad turned around in a daze a few times, and suddenly a light sound came from behind. Prasad settled down.

"Ketino Okazu?"

There was no sound behind him, but Prasad felt that there seemed to be two keen eyes staring at him. He raised his hands and did not dare to look back. He swallowed and said, "Don't get me wrong, I have no malice. I don't carry a weapon."

"Who are you?"

It was A Chong who spoke. After he escaped from the ambush circle, he did not meet with Surile and Ke and the large army.

Starting from Ulaanbaatar, shadow warriors and mercenaries have been ambushing Canglang in the dark. Timur, Achong and others have no idea where the other party is, so they can only be exhausted and passively beaten.

After the fierce battle of the Kruren River, A Chong "suddenly" disappeared, and the mercenaries and shadow warriors who had lost their targets must always be wary of A Chong's counterattack. While pursuing Timur, they had to divide their troops to find A Chong's whereabouts - this is also the reason why Jing Wushou, a shadow warrior, appeared in a fierce battle with Timur and others.

As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind, the clever A Chong hides in the dark and begins to look for the opponent's flaws.

The hunter finally became prey.

Prasad's nervous forehead sweated, but his tone was still quite calm: "My name is Prasad, and he is the mercenary supervisor under Wang Yangming."

"You are responsible for this operation?"

"It's theoretically, but in fact... it's the shadow warrior now in command."

A Chong didn't say anything, Prasad couldn't help but break the silence after waiting for a while:

"The situation is very dangerous now. Shadow Warriors do whatever they want. If they let them control the situation, we are all in danger...I want to make a deal with you."

A Chong snorted coldly: "Is this why you came to me?"

Prasad nodded: "Yes, I have a way to help you get rid of the shadow warrior."

A Chong was silent for a while and said slowly: "You can turn around."

Prasad raised his hands on his head and turned around carefully. In the shadow of more than ten meters away, a young man with a handsome face and star-like face was looking at him coldly.

Prasad's eyes slipped towards his left leg involuntarily: "Your injury..."

"It's just a little bit of flesh and blood - was it you who ordered the person to stop shooting that day?" A Chong knew in his heart that after he was shot, if it weren't for the Gurkha mercenaries who suddenly stopped shooting, it would be difficult for him to escape the firepower of the shadow warrior and the mercenary.

Prasad nodded: "I ordered the stop of shooting - I ordered the attack before you entered the ambush circle."

"It's you who gave the Bayal brothers inferior poison?"

Prasad nodded again.

A Chong frowned: "Why did you do this?"

Prasad hesitated for a moment and whispered: "You will understand in the future. It is not convenient to explain these things now - the most urgent task at present is to get rid of the shadow warrior."

"How do you prove that this is not a trap?"

Prasad shook his head: "I can't prove it, but you have no choice. If you don't get rid of the Shadow Warrior, the surviving wolf in Risheng Castle and the Asgens, they will soon die from the Shadow Warrior's poisonous hands."

“Isn’t that your mission?”

"That's Professor Zhang's purpose, not the result I want. My goal is to live."

The two stood opposite each other, speechless for a moment.

...

After a long time, a figure slowly walked down the hillside. The highly vigilant Gurkha mercenaries raised their guns in their hands. They all breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Prasad coming.

A mercenary looked at the mountain with lingering fear and said tremblingly: "Then, is that a human or a ghost?"

Prasad frowned and sighed, "I don't know, there is nothing on the hillside. Maybe we've read it wrong."

Several mercenaries looked at each other and saw it wrong? Could it be that a few people could see it wrong at the same time? It’s a hell!

Prasad seemed not worried about the elusive shadow. Instead, he sat calmly in the car, took off his prosthetic limb with difficulty, stroked his bare amputation with both hands, and asked thoughtfully: "How long have you been with me?"

Several mercenaries looked at each other: Why did they start to get married at this time?

Although they were confused, they still answered one by one. Some of them followed for four or five years, the shortest was two years, and the longest was seven years.

Prasad sighed: "Do you know what the wounded mercenaries will end?"

Several people bowed their heads and said nothing. In fact, they all guessed how the shadow warrior would "treat" those seriously injured companions, but they could only choose to turn a blind eye.

After so many years of war, conscience and other things will no longer hurt.

"Col. We who are mercenaries are just for life to exchange for money. Everyone is very open-minded. Isn't there a saying in Chinese, 'Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven'."

An older mercenary mocked himself.

Prasad sneered: "I'm afraid you have money to get it, but you're not going to have life [31 Novel Network                                             

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Sunrise Fort.

The sun sets.

The lights are on, but the night is still in the morning.

There are so many people coming and going on the road, and the dance music heard in the nightclub is long.

Groups of miners and gold diggers dragged their tired bodies back to the fort. After a day of fatigue, many people chose to go to the tavern to relax and relieve the pressure. Some people would try their luck in the casino on the street.

Next to the neon light, there were girls dressed in charmingly in groups of three or three, enthusiastically attracting pedestrians.

Other people's work has ended, and their day has just begun.

In front of the gate of the "Tsar Palace", the largest entertainment venue in Risheng Fort, two sexy Russian beauties stood. Seeing two strange faces watching at the door, they took the initiative to greet them:

"Handsome guy, are you going to relax?"

Prasad replied in Russian: "Is there any special service?"

"That depends on how much money you have." A Russian beauty picked her fingers and made a gesture of counting money.

Prasad smiled slightly and took out a thick stack of dollars from his arms.

The two beauties immediately smiled enthusiastically on their faces, and they held his arm on the left and right and brought Prasad into the hall. Jing Wumeng followed behind with a cold face.

The Russian beauty brought Prasad and Jing Wumeng to a private room, gave him a kiss charmingly and walked out. After a while, a person like a foreman walked in.

"Are you two here for the first time to come to Sunsheng Fort?"

Prasad nodded: "We are here to do business."

"I heard from Natalie that you two want special services, but I wonder what kind of services do you want?"

Prasad asked, "Do you have a Tsarist suite here that provides 24-hour VIP service?"

The foreman was stunned, and the professional smile on his face froze.

Prasad leaned forward and said, "I heard that the Tsar suite can be collected, and no matter what customers make, you will meet it?"

The foreman said with a smile on his face, "Only members can enter, but..."

"But what?" Prasad threw a stack of dollars on the table. The foreman looked at Franklin on the dollar and was shocked. The person who casually threw out ten thousand dollars was either a rich man or a corrupt official. It seemed that these two customers who were not good-looking and even slightly ugly were excited.

"The two came just in time. We still had the last Tsar suite, which was left with water bed, jacuzzi bathtub, candle whip hammock vibrator, all facilities and supplies. The cost per day is $1,000, the tip is calculated separately, and the waiter's issuance fee..."

The foreman said with all his knowledge, and Jing Wumeng interrupted him impatiently:

"Who lives in the other suite?"

Prasad was stunned. He didn't expect that Jing Wumeng would speak Russian too.

The foreman looked at the two of them in surprise and said vigilantly: "The identities of all guests in the Tsar Palace are kept confidential, and we have no right to disclose..."

Before he finished speaking, Jing Wumeng suddenly stood up and grabbed his head and smashed it on the coffee table.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the foreman's neat front teeth were gone, his mouth was covered with blood.

Jing Wumeng pinched the foreman's neck and pressed him to the ground, and said coldly: "If I ask you, you will answer whatever you want! Otherwise, you will cut off your tongue."

"Yes, yes, there is a young man living in another suite, and it is also the first time he has been here. He gave us a lot of money and said he wanted to book the next suite." The foreman said in a vague way, with blood in his mouth dripping on the ground.

"What does that person look like?"

"I'm thin and I seem to have a wound on one leg..."

Prasad nodded: "That's right, Kitano rushed forward, and my mercenaries followed him here and disappeared."

"What did he do here?"

"I did nothing... He locked himself in alone, so he asked for some anti-inflammatory drugs and tetanus injections, and served him three meals a day..." the foreman recalled hard.

Jing Wumeng let go of his hand, pointed to the walkie-phone on the foreman's waist and said, "Call the person who delivered the meal in."
To be continued...