A burly man wearing a police uniform and sunglasses was patrolling the street.
"Dingle bell...Dingle bell..."
At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
The burly policeman immediately took out his mobile phone (Nokia: Brick). When he saw the caller ID clearly, his expression changed immediately and he quickly pressed the answer button.
"Caitou, this is Dashan. Shura has returned. Let's meet at the grenade office in City Z! That's it!" A brief message came from the other end of the phone.
Just such a short sentence made the burly policeman stunned, and at the same time, the transparent liquid in his sunglasses kept slipping.
When the burly policeman came to his senses, the first thing he did was to take off his police uniform and then ran towards the nearest police station.
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A certain city.
A secret underground place.
Two boxers were engaged in a life-and-death game. Hundreds of spectators gathered around the ring, shouting and cheering.
Among the two boxers in the life and death arena, one of them is particularly eye-catching. This man is tall and tall, with a fleshy face. He is not angry and intimidating, and his body exudes murderous aura and the smell of blood. But these are not the things that attract people's attention.
What is particularly eye-catching about him are the dense scars. For an ordinary person, every one of these scars is fatal, but on this tough man, there are countless, including knife scars.
, bullet holes, and even the memorial left by some unnamed weapon. People know that this is a real man, a man who has experienced a bloody baptism.
There is a dark black Mitsubishi bayonet tattooed on his back. This is just a tattoo, but when people see it, it turns into a ferocious killing weapon!
No one knows his real name, but everyone knows that he is the real overlord of this underground boxing world, and no one has ever been able to defeat him. And he has a very strange habit of bringing his mobile phone with him every time he goes on stage to box.
, as if this mobile phone is his lucky thing.
At this moment, he was facing a Muay Thai master. The two sides had fought for dozens of rounds, but still no one fell. It was obvious that this Muay Thai master was not in vain.
"No matter what you are doing, answer the phone right now! (This is the ringtone for your cell phone, believe it or not)"
During the stalemate between the two sides, a cell phone rang on the ring.
No need to ask, it must be the tough man's mobile phone, because he is the only one carrying a mobile phone in the ring.
The tough man didn't hesitate at all, completely ignoring his opponent, and immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket to answer the call.
"Sandbag! I am Dashan, Shura returns to his position, and we gather at the grenade in City Z! That's it!"
In a very brief sentence, the phone has been hung up.
The tough man was a little stunned at this time, and he still didn't come back to his senses until his opponent's fist hit his face.
The punch was so heavy that it knocked the tough man away.
Just when people thought that the overlord of the underground boxing world would be replaced, the tough man slowly got up with a smile on his face.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth fiercely, showing a look of disdain.
"game over!"
The tough man said a word and suddenly rushed towards his opponent, bouncing and punching him in the face.
Just listen to a "click" sound.
Although the Muay Thai master had done enough defense, he still could not withstand the power of this punch.
puff!
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the Muay Thai master collapsed on the ground, lifeless. Judging from the deep depression in his chest, his sternum was probably completely broken.
This punch made people present realize that the fierce fights of the tough man in the past were just games, because he had the ability to kill with one punch.
After his opponent fell, the tough man looked at the boxing ring boss and said coldly: "My fight ends today. It's up to you to pay me the money. But I tell you, as long as it's just a dime less, I'll give it to you."
Everyone will come to find you!" After saying that, the tough man strode away.
The boss of this underground black boxing house is a big fat man. At this moment, he is staring blankly at the back of the tough man leaving. As the boss of the underground black boxing, he naturally has his own power, and he also has a lot of money from the boxers.
, but he didn’t dare to ask for any of this man’s money! Because death is not terrible, the terrible thing is that he doesn’t want to die yet.
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A certain city.
A five-star hotel.
A middle-aged man with a gentle appearance wearing gold-rimmed glasses was sitting in the lobby manager's seat, drinking coffee.
"Xiao Wang! Congratulations...congratulations...congratulations..." At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit in the hotel trotted towards the man with glasses with a cheerful face.
"Xiao Wang, congratulations. The group's personnel appointment has just come down, and you have been promoted to the deputy general manager of the hotel. I am the first to come to tell you the good news. You must remember to treat us!" the middle-aged man shouted excitedly.
"Thank you, Mr. Liu, for your support. I quit. I'm leaving now. Goodbye!" After saying this, the man with glasses walked out of the hotel without looking back.
The middle-aged man was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the back of the man with glasses disappearing from sight. He didn't understand why all this was happening.
Of course he couldn't figure out why, because just before he arrived, the man with glasses received a phone call, and there was only a very brief sentence on the phone.
This sentence is: "Idea! I am Dashan, Shura returns to his position, and we gather at the grenade in City Z! That's it!"
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a certain country.
On a certain battlefield.
Bullets shuttled through the battlefield like raindrops. At this time, dozens of corpses had fallen on the entire battlefield. Some of them were beyond recognition, some had their hands and feet blown off, some had their heads separated from their bodies, and some were riddled with holes...
.
A tough man wearing a military green camouflage uniform was crawling in a crater on the battlefield. Bullets kept flying past the back of his head, but he was holding a mobile phone and answering a call.
After a moment, the tough man put away his cell phone and suddenly jumped out of the crater. The AK47 automatic rifle in his hand rang out at the same time. With every gunshot, a life was harvested on the opposite battlefield.
The iron-blooded man seemed to be in a hurry and in a hurry.
Yes!
He was really in a hurry because he had just answered a phone call.
This phone call only told him a very brief sentence.
This sentence is: "Old K! I am Dashan, Shura returns to his position, gather at the grenade department in Z city! That's it!"
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China.
National Security Bureau.
The National Security Bureau is really busy today. Several bosses who don't usually show up are gathered together, and there are beads of sweat on their foreheads.
The phone on the desk of the director of the National Security Bureau started ringing after one o'clock at noon and never stopped, with calls coming in one after another.
Every time he answered a phone call, the director of the National Security Bureau had one more wrinkle on his forehead and two more beads of sweat.
Every phone call that comes in generally means only one thing.
The original words are: So-and-so is going to City Z!
At this moment, five boss-level figures from the National Security Bureau are holding an emergency meeting with certain leaders.
The conference room is already full of people. Some of them carry two stars on their shoulders, some often appear in the public eye, some are even famous all over the world, and some are wearing special combat uniforms.
At this time, a sixty-year-old man held a large stack of files and placed them on the conference table.
"Commanders and colleagues, these are the archives of all bayonet mercenaries, a total of 301. Most of you may not know about this organization, so let me introduce this organization to you next.
"The old man's tone was a little heavy.
After glancing at everyone, the old man picked up a piece of information and read:
Name: Bayonet Mercenary.
Nature: Private armed organization.
Date of establishment: 1993.
Founded in: Siberia.
Number of earliest members: thirteen.
Leader: Long Fei (nickname: Cold-faced Shura, death! Time of death: 2005)
List of core members:
Li Shan (nickname: Dashan)
Liang Bi (nickname: coach)
Cheng Ge (nickname: Grenade)
Wang Meng (nickname: Dianzi)
Zheng Qiang (nickname: sandbag)
Wu Yao (nickname: Caitou)
Lin Kun (nickname: Lao K).
General Lin (nickname: Old A, died! Time of death: 2006)
Han Yong (nickname: Cannon Barrel, death! Time of death: 2006)
Tao Zhi (nickname: Xiang Lei, death! Time of death: 2006)
Wei Cheng (nickname: Smoking Gun, death! Time of death: 2006)
Wang Heng (nickname: Night Cat, died! Time of death: 2006).
Combat effectiveness assessment: aaaaa level (the only private armed organization in the world with strength reaching level 5a)
Battle for fame:
In 1993, he fought against the SAS Special Air Service Regiment of Country Y in South Africa and won!
In 1993, they fought against the Delta Special Forces of Country M in South Africa and won a great victory!
In 1994, he fought against the Alpha Rangers of Country E in the Middle East and won completely!
In 1995, he fought against the Ninth Border Defense Brigade of Country D in North Africa and won a complete victory!
In 1996, they fought against the island nation's Eagle Special Forces on the European battlefield and were completely wiped out!
1997......
.......
In 2005, he fought against the Chinese National Flying Dragon Special Forces Brigade in the Middle East and was captured alive! (All members were later released)
In 2006, they fought against the joint special forces of five countries in the Middle East and won a tragic victory!
At the beginning of 2007, it was announced that it was disbanding!
The current number of bayonet mercenaries: 177.
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When the old man finished reading this information, everyone in the conference room had a solemn look on their faces. Ordinary people may not know what the special forces of various countries mean, but everyone sitting here knows very well.
All special forces are predators, carrying out various secret and dangerous missions for the country, and also participating in plundering various limited resources on the earth. They are all born strong, and after acquired experience, they become individuals.
Predator. As for members of the bayonet mercenaries, each of them is an extremely dangerous person. They are all born strong men, and they are also strong men who have withstood the baptism of countless fires of war and blood.
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