Mercenaries Who Only Worried About Profits
"What Master Yu? I'm Qian Bida, the owner of this shop.”
"I'm warning you, you've already invaded my private territory. I have the right to take all necessary measures to protect my personal property from being invaded!”
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Qian Bida held an AK rifle in his hand and wore an emerald green top hat. His wrinkled face revealed a " fierce " expression.
However, in Wang Luo's eyes, it was funny no matter how he looked at it. He was afraid that a little black fatty would come out from behind him to tease him.
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"Cough cough, I say, uh, Uncle Qian, look at the gunfire outside. We're all Chinese and can be considered compatriots. Shouldn't we help each other in this situation?”
Wang Luo held back his laughter and planned to use reason and emotion to play the emotional card.
However, Qian Bida revealed a disdainful expression and replied as if he was playing a fool. Don't give me that. I stopped being Chinese at 3 p. m. on the 14th of last month. Don't call me 'countryman'.”
"Are you really not letting us in?"
"Go, go, go. Don't talk so much nonsense. Hurry up and find the next shop before it gets dark. Don't waste your time here.”
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Seeing that Qian Bida was not going to budge, Wang Luo rolled his eyes and suddenly had an idea.
"Alright, let's go now.! The Red Turban Army is here!"
Suddenly, Wang Luo shouted with an exaggerated look on his face. He pinched and popped a string of balloons hanging at the entrance of the shop.
"Bang!"
The explosion of the balloon scared Qian Bida. He dropped the gun in his hand and dove under the counter.
The nearly 1.8-meter tall man was piled up like a pile of sh * t. He was even muttering," Gulabak Aksi, long live the Red Turban Army!”
She was so nervous that she almost spilled all the foreign languages in her stomach.
He was quite good at dealing with his own people, but when he heard that the Red Scarves Army was coming, he was so cowardly that it really made people speechless.
Wang Luo seriously suspected that this Qian Bida's ancestor was either a comprador or a translator.
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"You still have many ideas."
Leng Feng patted Wang Luo's shoulder.
He had thought that this kid was a bookworm who held books every day.
Now it seemed that his brain was quite active, and he knew that he had to use bad tricks to deal with evil people.
"You flatter me."
Wang Luo nodded. Under his harmless face, there was a trace of undetectable cruelty.
Actually, if he wanted to enter the door just now, he had ten thousand methods to choose from.
The most direct way was to kill Qian Bida.
This was not a difficult thing for him.
At such a close distance, let alone a monster like Wang Luo, even an ordinary person who had received a little training could snatch a gun and counterattack.
After all, this was Masori. If he wanted to live long, he could not be too saintly.
However, the reason he didn't make a move was because he had his eyes on Qian Bida.
If Wang Luo wanted to gain a foothold in North Africa, he had to fulfill two conditions.
One was power.
Second, he had power.
To achieve these two conditions, there was a major prerequisite.
That was money!
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Money meant guns, guns meant power, and power meant power. This was a chain of making use of the situation.
However, it was impossible to get rich overnight. One had to accumulate a little and plan from the smallest things.
For example, he could blackmail an unscrupulous businessman.
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Looking at Qian Bida who was shivering under the counter, Wang Luo revealed a sly smile.
As a businessman who had been operating in Masori for many years, this guy must have a lot of savings.
As a mercenary, Wang Luo had yet to open a shop.
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"Whoosh!"
A rocket exploded around the shop.
The battle between the two sides officially began!
Leng Feng and Wang Luo quickly hid in the shop and slammed a few tables to block the door.
This building was quite sturdy and should be able to withstand the baptism of this wave of artillery fire.
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"Save us!"
"Let us in too!"
"Abahurak-"
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At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the opposite street and rushed to the entrance of the shop.
They were all citizens living nearby and had been driven here by the Red Turban Army.
They shouted crazily, asking to enter the shop to take refuge.
Wang Luo and Leng Feng looked at each other, seeking each other's opinion.
"We have to save them!"
Leng Feng was the first to speak. As a retired soldier, he couldn't just watch his own people die.
"About 100 meters in our 1 o'clock direction, there's a Red Turban Army approaching. We don't have any weapons, so we'll be at risk of being killed if we open the door.”
Relying on his sensitive hearing, Wang Luo noticed that a group of Red Turban Army soldiers was approaching.
He was different from Leng Feng. He was a mercenary, and all his decisions had to be based on his own interests.
He would never do such a pure act of sainthood.
"Are you that cold-blooded and heartless?"
Leng De asked in surprise.
"Yes, I guess so. I'm here to be a mercenary, not to save the world.”
Wang Luo and Leng Feng were at loggerheads, not backing down at all.
This was a matter of principle, so he naturally couldn't compromise.
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"Good! Since that's the case, don't blame me for being merciless!”
Leng Feng's gaze turned cold, as if he was about to break up.
His right hand touched his waist. Seeing this action, Wang Luo immediately became alert.
He knew that Leng Feng had a dagger on his waist. Could it be that this guy wanted to kill him?
Although his physique was far superior to ordinary people, he lacked actual combat experience.
Fighting a Weapon King like Leng Feng in close combat would not give him any advantage.
Since that was the case, he could only strike first!
Just as Wang Luo was about to make his move, Leng Feng actually made the first move!
Throwing a gun at him from afar
USD?
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"Three thousand dollars to ensure the safety of these people. Consider it your first business in Masori.”
" Money?!"
When Wang Luo heard that there was a business opportunity, his pupils instantly turned into the shape of a dollar!
"Why did you have to go through so much trouble to get the money?”
Wang Luo grinned. He would never go against money.
He took a stack of US dollars, stood up, and began to clear the obstacles at the door." What are you waiting for? Hurry up and move the things in!”
Seeing this, Leng Feng was stunned at first, his forehead full of black lines. He thought to himself that Wang Luo was definitely a genius mercenary.
It vividly portrayed the mercenary's profit-seeking nature!
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