I am in Dongying mixed society

Clang Clang~Clang Clang~~~

The empty can of coffee from the road on the left, the echo when it was blown on the road by the wind!

The stray girl who just entered the road on the right side of the road junction suddenly braked suddenly and almost overturned again!

After that, she stabilized the body and rode on the motorcycle that was still in the middle of the road under her body for a moment.

Then she freed up a hand to wipe a handful of her head that broke from the start when the car overturned before, and she ran down from her forehead along her pretty face hidden under her dirty hair, and The blood that accidentally dipped into the eye socket while tracing her cheek, blocked her sight.

Immediately turned the front of the car, making the motorcycle drove to the road on the left side of the Y-shaped intersection that she almost missed.

"...On the left?"

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Kara~

After hanging up the phone, as the six-member mercenary group of Hitomi Hoshino's kidnapping incident, the Scarface Captain, who was temporarily separated from the team with his deputy, second lieutenant, walked out from a public telephone booth on the side of the road with a calm face.

And it was the moment he walked out of the telephone booth.

On the side of the road outside the phone booth, the ensign sitting on the pink bicycle also stepped on the pedals of the bicycle and greeted him, the Scarface Captain who had just walked out of the phone booth.

"How's it going? Did you get in touch with the contact person?"

"Ah...I got in touch, and I told him the truth."

As he said, the mercenary captain with a hand on his chest where he was shot before, his unusually burly body on the side of the diameter, he once again used to be used by girls who were riding bicycles by boyfriends. He sat back on the bicycle shelf.

It's just that when he sat down, it was probably because his sitting down action involved the wound on his chest, and the painful expression of grinning appeared on his face again.

"This decision...is it really good?"

The second lieutenant who was sitting on the bicycle seat in the riding position at the moment he felt his waist once again surrounded by the sturdy arms of the Scarface Captain, immediately looked at his resolute face. Put on a slightly worried look.

He turned his head slightly with a hesitant tone, and asked in a hesitant low voice to the Scarface captain sitting behind him.

"It's not appropriate, Marcos, you know, we have agreed to the Hoshino team's Miss Hitomi before, saying that we will let her go after receiving the ransom. This is black and black...

Don’t say anything about dishonesty, in case something goes wrong in the way...the doctor and Mao Xiong would just..."

"I know, Second Lieutenant... I know these... But, this is our first mercenary mission. Can't it really end in failure?"

Before the ensign had finished speaking, the Scarface Captain sitting behind him directly interrupted what he hadn't finished.

And the captain at this time, at this time when he interrupted his recount, the tone used to interrupt him inevitably brought a hint of helplessness and sigh.

"Furthermore, if we can really succeed this time and get the 11 million dollars, can we do it a few times in the career of this mercenary and tie our heads to the waistband? Bought and sold?

Have you forgotten the agreement we made when we first decided to join the mercenary business when we came down from the battlefield?

After so many years of bullets and bullets, I'm really tired..."

"..."

There was a trace of exhaustion in the voice of the mercenary captain behind him, as he said at the moment.

Immediately, the tired ensign who heard the trace of his voice could not help but fell silent again.

Yes, tired...

Over the years, from one war to another, from one battlefield to another, watching one brother after another fall beside him, watching one enemy after another die at his gun under.

Ten or twenty years ago, the two young Americans who were enlisted in the army with passion and patriotism were really tired these years.

They want to be able to have enough funds for their retirement and return to their hometown of America to buy a piece of land for retirement.

For this goal, they left the army and stayed away from the gunpowder, but because they did not have the money to live the life that ordinary people should have, they would only kill people and could not do other jobs in society, but they did not put down their guns.

Isn't this just because they want to embrace the ordinary again after earning enough money for the rest of their lives?

"Marcos, I remember, you seemed to tell me that if you don’t die after you make enough money, you want to go back to your hometown in California, buy a piece of land in the countryside there, and live a leisurely life. Is the farmer’s life?"

"Yes~ learn some agricultural knowledge, buy a piece of land, sow a piece of wheat in the spring, worry about the coming locust plague in summer, move a chair in the fall, and sit in front of the wheat field with a hip flask.

Eat the sandwiches made by the women at home, and then drive the harvester to harvest the golden rice in the afternoon.

Ah~ think about it, it's really leisurely~"

"Sounds pretty good~"

Trying to imagine the scene that Captain Marcos described to himself, the second lieutenant who was already riding his bicycle toward the lonely road in Tokyo late at night, the corners of his resolute face and mouth could not help but outline a little gentle arc.

He narrowed his eyes and turned a corner ahead.

Then he rode to the beach, and the prosperous scene of Tokyo Bay, illuminated by countless colorful neon lights, impressed him.

The pleasant sea breeze blew to my ears, and for a while, this quiet scene seemed to be able to emptied all the distracting thoughts in my mind without knowing it.

At this moment, he should have felt the kind of nervousness he should have when being pursued and killed, and he couldn't help forgetting his identity as a mercenary for the time being.

And everything that can make people worry about their lives.

The pink bicycle slowed down, on this unmanned road along the coast.

It is like those traveling bicycles in tourist attractions, and it seems that at this moment it is not carrying two dangerous battlefield veterans.

But a couple who truly love each other deeply.

The two people on the bicycle stared at the hustle and bustle of the distant coast, on the shore far from the bustling.

"Nah~ Marcos~"

"Ok?"

"Do you like the land you want to buy?"

"Not yet, I'm going to do a few years of mercenary missions first, and I will choose when I have enough money."

"By then, can I be your neighbor?"

"what?"

"I mean~ there is an old comrade-in-arms who will accompany you to farm together, isn't it good?"

Behind him, Marcos, who was sitting on the bicycle rack with the ensign's waist, was stunned, under the sudden rise of tenderness from his old comrade.

He stared blankly at the generous and reassuring back of the old comrade he was close to, and was sluggish for a moment...