"Are you still not found the supervisor?!" When the crow woke up again, he was already in Tijuana. During that time, his body was operating at high load, and he kept fighting and fleeing without a complete rest.

His spirit was highly nervous and his body was severely damaged. So, when he confirmed that he had relaxed safely, his whole body suddenly collapsed. Fortunately, the jackal was rich in resources.

The best nutritionist, the best rehabilitation physiotherapist, the best doctor. From medicines to nutritional agents to rehabilitation foods, it can be said that crows enjoy the best treatment. Everything is to avoid the crows’ sequelae.

"Don't worry about those who have it or not, the manager must be alive now." Holding his hands, Iron Arm looked at the crow and sighed: "You really plan to retire after this matter is over? To be honest, I think you are more suitable for being the leader than me."

The crow curled his lips: "All right, you should do your hard work! My life wish is to live a life of full and full life. I have earned money, and I don't ask for excitement. I'll just retire!"

He did not continue to ask those opponents who seriously injured him and the comrades of the jackals. This was out of absolute trust in Iron Arm. Iron Arm could not let those people go, so even if they were not dead now, they were not far from being killed.

The corpses of those comrades will be brought back to restrain the iron arm. The crow didn't want to ask, nor did he dare to ask. The iron arm also knew that this kind of thing was not good for his current recovery. Therefore, both of them did not mention this matter in a tacit understanding.

"Actually, my earliest idea was to make money. I earn enough pension money, and then retire early and wait for death..." The crow smashed his mouth and sighed: "I didn't expect that, I stepped into the vortex..."

Iron arm stood by the crow's bed with a smile, without saying anything. He knew that what the crow needs now is a listener. He doesn't need his answer, he just needs to listen.

Sure enough, the crow looked at the ceiling with his eyes blank: "But how much is this enough money?! I began to think that a few million is good."

Yes, it’s really good to have a few million. You know, not every mercenary is valuable. Like any industry, the cannon fodder at the bottom and the top people at the pyramid are never far apart.

In Africa and the Middle East, countless people who seek to survive can carry guns and kill people for ten or twenty or thirty per day. They have always been the lowest-level cannon fodder mercenaries, and are flesh targets used to consume enemy energy and bullets.

Their community is also the most common. Among these people, some smart people will gradually contact other people who survived and forced them to learn some life-saving skills. They will win over other cannon fodders who are seeking life, and then take orders from their employers.

In fact, these mercenaries just live without any other development. Maybe they will die in an unknown corner one day, and even their companions will not care about it. Don’t expect them to work hard, at most they will fight with you.

Once the situation is unfavorable, they will retreat the fastest and escape the fastest.

Their money is also the fastest to spend, and they get it. They eat and drink all kinds of food and drink, and they are delicious and delicious. No one has ever considered what will happen tomorrow. No one cares what will happen tomorrow.

All the people died, and more people were added. For those who had not been educated and had no survival skills, this is life, this is survival.

Instead of being called mercenaries, they are more of human targets for action. Because... if they are calculated according to the military standards of a great power, they cannot even meet the basic qualities of a soldier.

Of course, the crow is disdainful to be a part of it. The next one is relatively better. Basically, those who have lived in the armies of major countries may not be the most powerful elite. But they are also capable of making a living.

These people formed the second echelon, which is a team of mercenaries in both large, medium and small. But these people are just for the sake of profit. Everyone is united in each other to keep warm and guard against each other.

After selling my entire team, I ran away with my money. It was not that there were too many people.

Then, the group of people from the top pyramids who retreated from the elite combat troops of the countries were still in their battle years. These people were not satisfied with the PMC system and the commissions they collected, so they formed a small team with their comrades and comrades.

Start taking tasks by yourself and making orders by yourself. But in a mercenary business without logistics and almost high mortality rate, such a team will soon disappear faster. It may even become famous for a month, and then news of being completely wiped out.

It is unique to be able to survive miraculously like a jackal dog.

"You...really plan to retire?!" After a while of silence, Tie Arm asked the crow. But the crow looked at Tie Arm and said seriously and sincerely: "I really plan to retire. I quit."

He leaned on the bed and changed into a comfortable position and said with a smile: "You can basically handle it now. You don't have much more than me. I'll just eat and wait for death."

"Think about it, I have more than 10 million knives now. This is more than 10 million knives! It's enough for me to return to China and be a wealthy family. Then what else can I do?! Besides, such a life is really not suitable for me..."

The crow sighed and said, "I actually prefer to stay at home and wait for death. Every day, I want to sleep until what time. There is a boxing gym that will give me boxing and keep the food nearby to the right taste."

"It's better to have some entertainment, drink and hang out occasionally. Life is more convenient, this is the best."

As he said that, the crow shrugged: "I didn't do that before, because I was too poor. I am a man who can endure hardships but refuse to suffer. I will not be looked down upon by others. I can't help but do something messy."

"By relying on your skills and relying on your guns to make money quickly and make a lot of money. Of course I like this." As he said that, the crow looked at Tiebang with a smile: "You still have to take care of me after I retire! After all, I have many enemies."

Tie Arm looked at the crow and said solemnly: "No matter whether you retire or not, you are a jackal! Whoever touches you is a jackal! No one can continue to be free after asking for trouble with jackal!"

Tijuana, the blind man looked at the manager's stunned look and sighed: "You are so hiding, half of the Viper's hands have almost searched Tijuana before finding you..."
Chapter completed!