Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1054: What kind of person is he, what kind of soldiers he leads

In a remote town in the western region.

Three men of local appearance quietly went out at the same time and in different places under cover of darkness.

After meeting at the intersection, they rode a saddlebag motorcycle to a hair salon on the north side of the street.

"Where are you going?"

"Take a piss."

One of them unbuckled his belt and walked towards the telephone pole in the corner.

Another person immediately followed and also wanted to release some water.

The remaining guy rolled his eyes, cursed, "A lazy donkey will only get more shit and piss if it goes to millstones," and then went into the hair salon alone.

As soon as I opened the door, a heavily made-up woman came to greet me. It was obvious that these three guys were regulars here.

The two people who were peeing on the side of the road looked back, lowered their heads and whispered to each other.

"Now, what's going on over there?"

"I can't really explain it. It's very complicated anyway."

"Then, when can we go to heaven and live a life of luxury? My brother and his men are hiding in the mountains, so they're not afraid. But we're hiding in the city, terrified every day. These days, police cars are searching more and more frequently..."

"Shh, stop talking! If Gacy hears and tells the boss, we'll both be in big trouble!"

"It's just the two of us, what are you afraid of?"

The guy who urinated first shook his thing, pulled up his pants, looked up at the dim street lights above his head and sighed.

"I really regret listening to their lies now. Those stories about going to heaven and having unlimited money are all lies."

"He left his wife and children behind and hid in a place like this, hiding here and there like a rat every day."

"Even when I close my eyes now, I can still see those wronged souls seeking revenge on me. When will this day ever end...?"

He turned to look at the person next to him, only to find that he was standing there in a daze, not moving at all.

There was a dripping sound under my body, as if a large amount of liquid was flowing out.

"So much urine?"

Before he could look down, a hand covered his mouth and then a knife slit his throat.

Blood gushed out from the wound. He wanted to struggle and scream, but no sound came out.

In just a few moments, the two guys were bled to death.

Until they died, they were unable to see clearly who did it?

......

The hair salon was lit with pink and purple lights.

When you pull aside the curtain, you will see several small compartments.

The person who entered first was now galloping on his horse to relieve stress.

At this moment, the phone beside the bed suddenly rang, and Jiaxi glanced at it unhappily.

I originally wanted to ignore it, but after seeing the caller ID, I answered it without caring about the occasion.

"Hello, boss."

On the other end of the line was his boss, named Muhalla.

His ancestors were once wealthy slave owners in the local area, but due to a series of events, their status plummeted.

Although a few people managed to escape and spent the rest of their lives in hiding under a false name, they always held the dream of repeating their glory.

In this area, people like him are actually not uncommon. They are all remnants of the original rulers.

However, as the local efforts to suppress bandits and quell riots continued to intensify, many people died at the hands of the gun.

Muhara was a clever man. Not only did he escape the encirclement and suppression many times, he also took his men to hide in a nearby ravine and became the king of the mountain.

Their living conditions are basically the same as those of the bandits in the mountains in the early years, but their living conditions are much better. The reason is that they have younger brothers in the town who are responsible for keeping watch and purchasing for them.

Muhalla on the other end was very unhappy: "Why did you take so long to answer?"

Jiaxi looked down at his slender waist and immediately lied guiltily: "I, I'm running."

"Running? What are you running for at night?"

"No, I'm just running in my yard to exercise. It's been a while since I've been outside, so I'm just moving around. Huha, huha..."

Muhalla on the other end didn't suspect too much, but went straight to the point: "We've almost finished the good wine on the mountain. Find a way to send me another batch in a few days, and bring some more cigarettes, too."

"Also, be careful, we may have to take action in a couple of days..."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Gasi nodded, enjoying the excitement, and couldn't help but humming from his throat.

Muhalla on the other end smiled: "So happy?"

Gasi quickly restrained himself and nodded vigorously: "When I think about being able to contribute to freedom, I take off with joy."

Muhalla nodded with satisfaction: "Work hard, and before long, we will take back everything that once belonged to us. Money, land, women, and supreme power. By then, you will have everything you want."

Gasi was eating the pancake drawn over there, nodding and bowing constantly, and looked very excited.

It had been a long time since the last time they caused trouble, and after it ended the three of them had been hiding everywhere and dared not show up.

Some time ago, there were even rumors that their spiritual pillar had been arrested long ago, but these loyal believers certainly did not believe it.

The Supreme Being has such great powers that he can even resurrect the dead. How could he be caught so easily?

After hanging up the phone, Gasi threw the phone aside. Just as he was about to spur his horse and charge towards the finish line, he was suddenly covered by a hand over his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp dagger pierced through the back and came out of the chest.

"Woo woo, woo woo..."

Gacy's body was shaking wildly and blood was gushing out everywhere.

It was splashed everywhere, on the bed, walls and floor tiles.

His partner was knocked unconscious before he even noticed.

Gacy's body fell sideways in a pool of blood with a dull thud. Before he died, he only saw a guy wearing a double-M mask standing at the door with a bloody knife in his hand.

......

After confirming that the target was dead, Li Jiasheng opened the door and wiped the blood stains on the knife with toilet paper.

Outside, there were three figures standing, all of them also wearing masks.

The irrelevant people here have been knocked out in advance.

Fang Qin, wearing an eagle mask, walked up, glanced at the blood flowing out of the house and asked.

"solved?"

"if not?"

Li Jiasheng tossed him a phone and said, "We just spoke to this guy on the phone. He mentioned a lot of important things. Try to find out where his boss is and get ready to raid this gang's lair."

"The three people in town are just spies. The real boss is hiding in a cave in the mountains. We have to solve all the problems before they cause any trouble."

"clear."

The rest of the people gave their answers respectively.

Only Fang Qin's mouth seemed to be stuck with glue and he couldn't open it at all.

He regrets it now, why did he use the "scissors"?

If, earlier on the plane, he had played "Paper", he would have been the captain!

......

At the same time, in an ordinary van a few kilometers away from here.

Lao Hui looked at the images transmitted back by the button camera and Li Jiasheng's previous performance.

He turned around and gave Qin Feng a thumbs up: "The performance of No. 15 is just like your style back then. It's true that you are what you lead."

Qin Feng had a blank expression on his face: "It's too early to praise, the test has just begun..."