Chapter 26 The wolf’s new life

Author: Shangyao Yuchen’s Home

Chapter 26 The wolf’s new life

[My mother asked me why I was kneeling to watch the video]

[Shocking! Two men actually finished this kind of thing in twelve seconds!]

[So handsome, I want to give birth to a monkey for you]

[The gender of the person who just spoke is male]

The corners of Brother Wolf's mouth curved up a little.

He put down his phone and looked out the window.

The landscape trees outside the window are sprouting new buds, and the birds are chirping.

In the room, the sheets were plain white, and in the corner of the bed was a tofu piece folded from a military green quilt.

Brother Wolf stood up slowly, with great difficulty.

He lowered his head and looked at the simple metal limbs where his legs should have been.

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and Brother Wolf's eyes instinctively wanted to move away, but his hands held his head firmly in place.

"At least he survived."

He said softly.

Step by step, Brother Lang came to the quaint wooden table.

The wooden table is very old. The table top is covered with a large glass, and newspapers and photos are covered under the glass.

This thing should be put in a museum.

The old photo shows a middle-aged man, at least he was still a middle-aged man when the photo was taken.

He was wearing a military green cotton-padded coat, covered in mud, and smiling happily with his comrades.

At that time, he carried a gun and was put back in a small box. When he was a child, the naughty Brother Wolf took a peek and found that there were no ashes in the small box, only a handful of dirt from the battlefield.

Now you have to bring your passport when going to former battlefields.

"...Retired due to injury...Confidentiality Agreement..."

Brother Lang stuffed the small black leather notebook beside him into the drawer and locked it with the key.

His boss, the man who could hit a 300-meter moving target after drinking two bottles of Maotai, gave him the final order to go home, find a girlfriend, get married and have children.

Are you kidding me? He has been hanging out with a group of men for many years, and even when he sees a sow, he feels pretty.

He is out of touch with society and cannot communicate with women at all.

When he sees male celebrities on TV, his first reaction is that those celebrities need to practice, such as running ten kilometers cross-country every day.

"Promise to complete the mission." Brother Lang shouted helplessly.

He turned his head and lay down in the game cabin.

【Loading...】

[Welcome players, the wolf who meows like a cat]

…

Cyberpunk world.

Brother Wolf appears at the resurrection point in the public toilet of Happy House.

He looked down at his legs and stamped his feet heavily.

Virtual reality games are developing so fast that he can have a pair of legs that can run and jump in the game.

"Glory of the giant spirit, supreme quality!" the flusher shouted cheerfully without getting tired of it.

Brother Wolf took out the rifle from the game backpack, briefly checked it and put it back into the backpack; then he took out a pistol, filled it with bullets skillfully, and stuffed it into the inner clip of his pants.

He walked out of the public toilet.

…

"Did you hear that that place is recruiting gunmen?" A woman with purple lips said to her companions.

Her companion smoked a slim women's cigarette and exhaled a puff of white smoke: "A mercenary is a mercenary, and a gunman, what kind of word game are you playing?"

"You said," Brother Lang came over, "Is there a place to recruit mercenaries?"

The woman with purple lips stared at Brother Wolf, from her face to her feet.

This man has a resolute face, looks thin when dressed, and muscular when undressed. His steel-like muscles are exceptionally well-proportioned.

"Handsome guy," the woman pretended to be as soft as a bone and approached Brother Wolf, "Being a mercenary is so dangerous, what's the benefit? I know a place where you only need to do push-ups one night a day, and Groshen will

It flows into your pocket."

Brother Lang's tone was unwavering: "Where do you recruit mercenaries?"

"Tch," the woman with purple lips stood up straight and turned her head, "boring."

Brother Lang grabbed the woman's wrist and said in a sharp tone: "I asked you where you are!"

The woman struggled hard and felt that her wrist was clamped by iron pliers and she could not break free no matter what.

"Okay, okay, here you go, all of it!" She threw a small piece of propaganda paper over Brother Lang's head and muttered, "You hurt me!"

Brother Lang grabbed the promotional paper, completely ignoring the woman's screams of pain.

Mercenaries, he had fought against that group of people, but he had never done it himself.

…

This location is quite difficult to find.

It's not that the place is remote, but it's hidden in a busy city and has several simple but effective disguises.

Brother Wolf rushed in.

"Hey!" A strong man wearing sunglasses stopped him, "It's a private place inside. Do you have an invitation?"

Brother Lang took out a small promotional paper from his pocket: "Does this count?"

The strong man nodded slightly and made way for him.

As soon as he entered the "private place", Brother Lang heard three gunshots.

"Unqualified!" A man shouted, "What are you doing for food? There are only three shots in total, and you missed two of them! Do you still have the nerve to apply for a job as a gunman? Go back and drink milk, you loser!"

The man who also wore sunglasses waved his hand: "Next! You?"

He looked at Brother Wolf who walked in: "Are you the last one? Let me say it again, the rules are very simple. Have you seen the three gun targets?"

Brother Lang looked in the direction the man pointed, and there were three gun targets that imitated the upper bodies of humans about a hundred meters away.

"Fire three times with a pistol. Remember to use a pistol, not a submachine gun. Each shot must hit at least eight rings. If you hit them all, you can pass."

Brother Wolf quickly pulled out the pistol on his waist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

All three bullets hit the ten-ring red heart.

"Oh!" The man raised his hands in fear, "How did you—"

He turned his head and looked at the gun target where the red heart hit, and his arrogant voice became softer: "You walk to the shooting port at least, what if you scare me into having a heart attack? Okay, okay, you passed. Let's go,

Someone registers you."

Brother Lang followed the instructions and quickly completed the registration.

He became a member of this loose mercenary organization.

[You have changed your job to: mercenary]

[Strength 5, Agility 7, Life 8, Constitution 6]

World Channel.

[Congratulations to the player [Wolf who meows like a cat] for being the first to change his profession to a rare profession: mercenary]

Brother Wolf frowned.

He was not used to such high-profile publicity.

Sometimes familiarity means danger.

Private message channel.

[Supreme Crazy Young Man]: Brother Wolf, where did you change jobs? I can’t find a job transfer mentor in this game.

[The wolf who meows like a cat]: This profession is not suitable for you.

Brother Lang turned his head and looked at the applicant who missed two of his three shots and walked out crying.

This game is so real, the shooting posture is not fixed, and the slightest difference will make the difference hugely different.

If that girl comes here, she won't perform better than the applicant who was kicked out just now.

[Supreme Crazy Young Man]: But shooting, bang bang bang, it’s fun!

[Wolf learning to meow like a cat]: This is not a fun thing, it is a very serious matter. You need to know (143 words are omitted below). In short, if you are interested, you can participate in professional training.

[Supreme Crazy Young Man]: Meow, meow, meow?

【Supreme Crazy Young Master】:(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

The girl stopped sending messages.

Brother Wolf hides the game interface.

What he said just now was very sincere and absolutely not false, but why did that girl seem angry?
Chapter completed!