"Sir, there is signal access to the public channel..." The communication staffer trembled at Totti, who had a pale face and said softly. Totti's cold eyes were like a poisonous snake, swept across the correspondent, and the correspondent suddenly felt cold as if he was staring at by the evil ghosts in hell.

This made the correspondent start trembling. Toti's voice was as cold as a knife: "Click the fairy tale in."

The correspondent then felt like he was amnesty, and he retreated back with cold sweat all over and left the car. Soon, a voice was picked up. Toti heard a slightly hoarse and thick baritone, and said leisurely: "To put it, I think you really have great courage to come here. From this point of view, I admire you very much."

"As a response to your admiration, I think killing you all is the best choice." Totti pressed his headphones coldly: "We are here, no matter whether you like it or not, we are here. Do you think that killing us can destroy everything?! Believe me, someone will come."

The voice was still so slow that it seemed that it didn't care about these things: "Maybe. But you are here, so you have to bear these costs."

"Does there any discussion?" In an instant, Totti seemed to have been several years old. He became very tired. Rearing on the chair, Totti whispered: "We are just on orders. We didn't have any deep hatred before, right?"

If Totti was serving in the military, he would never be able to say these words. But he is not serving in the military now, and he has actually retired from active service. For that institution, he is just an employee. Like other employees. Perhaps the only difference is that their salary is relatively high.

The voice was still so gentle, but the tone was so affirmative: "You also understand that there is no possibility of compromise between us. I cannot let you go. I talked to you just to keep your last respect. Toti, the man who once survived in Grozny."

"What do you know?!" Toti's face suddenly turned ashen, and his voice trembled: "Damn it! I know you were also in Grozny back then, I know! I always knew! Damn it! Who betrayed me?! Damn it..."

The voice rang again: "Maybe I should call you the 'The Last Hell Scythe', right? Unfortunately, since Grozny came out, you lost the qualification to continue to be the Hell Scythe. You were still absorbed by them and took charge of the current mission. To be honest, you did a good job. Then... we met here again."

Totti's face turned pale and leaned against the chair without saying a word. The blue veins on his forehead swelled up, his face constantly changing, but he didn't know what he was thinking. The sound on the other end of the headphones continued, tingling Totti's heart bit by bit.

"You might think you can hide something, right? Maybe just now, you still had a little luck. You think that if you die, everything will be buried. Are you? You didn't make a mistake in this and we didn't have the idea of ​​finding your family."

The sound from the other end of the headphones said softly: "Okay, I just want to hear the last sound of the Hell Scythe. It would be pretty good to hear it. There is no Hell Scythe in this world anymore. As far as I know, this name has been completely cancelled. You have failed twice, and they think it should not appear for the third time. So... the Hell Scythe completely disappeared. No one will remember you, and the files will be cleared soon. I wish you a happy journey in hell."

"I will wait for you in hell." After slowly closing my eyes, Totti whispered: "We are all of us, and we will all pay the price for what we do. We have paid the price, and I believe you can't escape this fate. I... wait for you!"

The voice sounded softly again: "Maybe you will wait a little longer. Because I plan to retire and stop engaging in my current career."

"I will die of old age in my bed, maybe fifty years later or even sixty years later." The voice said softly, "If you can wait, then you can try waiting. However, I don't think you will wait for me even if you wait."

The voice said softly: "I'm going to your hell, even if I die, I will only accept my hell..."

"Chirp chirp chirp... boom! boom! boom! boom!..." As his words fell, a series of screams sounded. Then the explosion sounded around the car. Two rockets hit the car. Toti in the car, before he could even react, was suddenly engulfed by the splashing fragments, flames and violent shock waves of the explosion...

But I heard the roar of helicopters "Puff...", and several helicopters from afar were approaching the car quickly. I saw that the on-board cannon on the little antelope swept across the burning and explosion carriage with a "bump..."

Those who escaped from the explosion by luck and were swallowed by flames and howling sounds were swept across the big caliber machine cannon into piles of minced meat in an instant.

From afar, Hou Dasheng held up a telescope and watched the massacre here. A noise of "Crack..." came from his headphones. But he didn't care and took the voice changer from his throat: "Let's go! They're dead. Let the rescue team and the medical team go to the fork immediately. The injured brother must not have any trouble!"

After saying that, Hou Dasheng turned around and got on the car. The car had no signs and looked like an ordinary car. But as long as it was a person with some eyesight, it could be easily seen from the traces of the car that it was not an ordinary car. On the traces of the tires, it was obvious that this car was much heavier than an ordinary car.

Monica was wearing a beige coat and followed Hou Dasheng without saying a word. She seemed to have begun to adapt to her life like Hou Dasheng's shadow. At least for a while, she needed such a life. She began to feel a little unacceptable about this.

But in the end she got used to it. She was a smart girl, especially after several life and death. She knew very well that her father was doing it for her own good. She did not refuse this arrangement. She seemed to be a little curious about the man in front of her.

He didn't seem very old, but he was quite majestic. She knew he had a wife and even children. But she had never seen her before. She just knew that he would talk to his wife on the phone. When he talked to his wife on the phone, he was always so gentle.

If Monica hadn't seen this man breaking his head coldly with his gun, and taking her out of the darkness with his cold eyes, she would even think that this was a very well-educated young upstart.

Hou Dasheng's fingers were in a medicinal bath all year round, slender and slender. Since he recovered from his injury, the murderous aura on his body faded. This was more like a return to nature. He was no longer the same as before, and when he walked out, he was like a sharp sword unsheathed, which made people have to pay attention.

Most of the time, he even looks like a drop of water that was already there. It was so unobtrusive, so light and dust. Only when he was with jackals, or Kent, Benoit, etc., would he show his sharpness. The sharp water chestnuts silently tell people: he is still the leader of the madman's jackal.

"You called Totti just now...in fact, it was to confirm his location, right?" After getting in the car, Monica asked softly to the silent Hou Dasheng. Hou Dasheng took out the wine from the cabinet.

On weekdays, Hou Dasheng doesn't like drinking. But at this time, he really wants to have a drink: "Not all. I really want to hear his voice. He was the last person who survived Hell Scythe. Almost all the few who escaped Hell Scythe, died. He... is the only person who has survived to this day."

Monica was silent. Hou Dasheng poured himself a glass of wine. This is Scotch whiskey, the giant wolf's favorite wine in the past. He poured the brown wine into his throat: "They will be buried in history and become the past. Then they will not be mentioned again. In fact... I think we may also face such a fate. It's just a matter of time."

"Even to expand on, those who were once the best and most powerful warriors in the world will eventually be bound to end up with this." Hou Dasheng had a smirk on his face: "There are not many people who can be recorded. No one will remember what we have done. No one even wants to remember..."

Hou Dasheng seemed to have lost the desire to speak. He held the wine glass in one hand and gently beat the handlebars. His voice was hoarse and singing a strange song that Monica had never heard before.

"We are jackals, jackals chasing war. Live in smoke and blood, and we are forgotten when peace..."

This strange ballad quickly caused a chorus. Monica's eyes were bright. She looked at the man, and suddenly she felt that the man in front of her had an indescribable charm. His usual calmness and all stability seemed to be carefully hiding the uneasiness deep in her heart.

This does not make people think that he is weak, it only makes people feel the fascinating feeling of loneliness in him.

"We are jackals, fierce jackals. The corpses of companions and enemies are our cemetery..." The sound in the headphones was loud enough for Monica to hear. She could hear it, it was the sound of a fork. There was even the sound of a fat dog and the sound of a hunting dog.

When Hou Dasheng sang this strange song she had never heard before, the jackals who did not sit with him silently opened the public channel. They almost yelled the song...

"We are jackals, cunning jackals. We are in groups, and we are not afraid of jackals, tigers, leopards and death. We are right next to him and you..."

"We are jackals, ruthless jackals. We live in a hell full of darkness and blood. Our hands are stained with countless blood and lives. We don't mind the continued killing. We only care about the gold and silver with the smell of blood..."
Chapter completed!