People at the age of Weize have long understood that life is not always satisfactory.

The mistakes most people make when they are young are caused by impulses.

After all, he and Qiqiu were just two people who met by chance. Their fake father and daughter who were only seventeen days old and had no blood relationship at all.

From the very beginning, he made up his mind to send the girl back to the Tyro Group for a huge bounty.

This money is very important to him and will directly determine his quality of life for the rest of his life.

For an elderly bounty hunter, losing the marksmanship that he relies on to become famous is equivalent to losing the foundation of his meal.

But in a sense, he was lucky enough to seize the last chance.

This desperate bet ultimately won him a generous reward.

Thousands of masters gathered at Mars, but only he has come to this point. If we do it again, Wei Ze would not think he still has such good luck.

What's more, such things are inherently hard to come by.

So, that's it.

Just leave quietly like this.

Go back and find a bar to get yourself drunk, have a good sleep, and then open your eyes and see the extra numbers on the account, your mood should be better.

Even if you are dissatisfied with yourself, what can you do?

A giant like the Deluxe Group not only has huge connections in the business, police and political circles. Even if you call the police, it is useless. Instead, it will only cause trouble.

Isn’t this the case for most people in this world, lowering their heads and pretending not to see it.

Anyway, life will continue the next day. Jesus has been dead for more than two thousand years, and no one wants to be a saint.

Weize didn't know how he got to the dock. The owner was wearing slippers and smoking on it. He was surprised to see him alone, "Ah, are you alone? Where is your daughter, won't she leave?"

"She is not my daughter." said the bounty hunter, "Why do you talk so much? Let's drive the boat."

"Okay, just ask casually, why are you so fierce?" The ship owner held the cigarette in his mouth and pulled up the motor.

Even though there was a sea breeze blowing, Weize still felt a heat.

He pulled away his suit and his eyes fell on the star-shaped m40 around his waist, attracted by the ugly rabbit-head sticker on the gun handle.

When did it post here?

He didn't realize it at all.

That fool was obviously so cute about that little sticker that was worthless, and he hugged it in his arms and slept together. Like a bear, he was her only two toys.

Since you like it so much, you should take it with you, why give it to someone who has nothing to do with it?

Didn’t she know that the only kind-hearted uncle she met in her life just wanted to exchange her for money?

She cares so much about the people around her, but in the end, who in this world has ever felt sorry for her?

"Stop the boat." Weize suddenly spoke, "Go back."

"Ah? What a joke, where are you going? Do you need to spend money on the bus?" The owner complained, but after seeing someone take out his pistol, he decisively closed his mouth and turned around quickly.

Five minutes later, the speedboat landed again.

"Wait for me for thirty minutes, if you don't come back, just leave." Weize jumped off the boat.

The ship owner was frightened, but he still advised, "Brother, don't be too lazy to think about anything. There is no hurdle in life that cannot be overcome. Why don't I give you an 85% discount this time?"

"It's nothing big, I'm just going to take over my daughter." Wei Ze said lightly, loading the bullet.

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Two guards were chatting outside the iron gate.

Although the guy with a headscarf said that he did not earn much money by anyone in his life, he was actually quite satisfied with the job.

There are no people coming to this island, so their work is quite easy. As long as you complete your daily training, you can even sneak out of the island to play outside in the rest of your time.

After all, everyone is young and full of energy, so it’s not a big deal to be bored here.

However, all this changed after Mr. L's arrival. The glasses of Dr. Mayfield looked quite speaking and looked smiling to everyone, but the bald head that airborne as their boss was as old-fashioned as his appearance.

Not only did they issue a confinement order, but they also significantly increased their training volume and set up strict patrol and post routes for them. The guy was not satisfied with this and sent a report to Mr. L and asked to remove people from the headquarters again.

There is now an armed force of a strengthening company on the island.

In the eyes of the turban man, this is really a bit of a big deal.

Fortunately, the bald group will leave T Star e at the latest tomorrow, and the one who came to pick them up is said to be a small battleship.

Is this too exaggerated? It's like a plot that only appears in a novel.

The turban man and his companions discussed which nightclub to go to after the matter was over. At this moment, he saw the previous bounty hunter coming back.

He held the TAR-39 in his hand, "Hey, why, do you really want to die?"

Wei Ze raised his hands and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I remembered that my identity card was also placed in that schoolbag. Can I let me go in and get it?"

"Ha, what a shit memory? How did you grow up so big? It's impossible to go in. Go to the police station to get a new one."

"Just open it, okay, just take it out, it won't delay any trouble. If you do it again, it will be too troublesome."

"Don't you understand people's words? I'm not polite if I don't leave."

The man in the turban said while reaching out to push the bounty hunter.

But the next moment, a cold light flashed, and a knife slashed through his neck.

The man with the turban stared wide, as if he couldn't believe that someone really dared to attack the territory of the Deluo Group. Blood spurted out from his neck, like he forgot to turn off the faucet.

Then Wei Ze used a knife to hold his companion on the other side who was unable to react. The bounty hunter had a good grasp of the measure. He cut off the man's trachea of ​​the headscarf, but the latter would not die soon.

In this way, the people in the guard room inside will definitely open the door to rescue them.

The facts were indeed as he expected.

The group of people in charge of peripheral security are not the bald man. It hasn't happened for too long that their nerves have become loose. Even now, they still don't realize the seriousness of the problem.

Because Weize didn't have a gun in his hand, the third person thought of just saving the person first, putting the assault rifle gun on his chest to scare someone, and then squat down to check the injury of the man in the turban after opening the door.

This wrong choice took his life.

He is less than ten meters between him and Weize. Even if the bounty hunter's right hand is still trembling, it is enough to hit the target.

So the gunshot sounded, and Weize pushed the star-type m40 on the back of the hostage, fired five shots in total, almost smashing the guy's heart. The bullet passed through the body and landed on the third person who came to rescue, who also fell in a pool of blood.

When everything was over, Weize let go of the corpse in his hand and walked to the last survivor.

The man in the turban had a lot of fear in his eyes. He used his hands to press the wound on his neck, opened his mouth wide, trying to breathe the air again.

Wei Ze walked to him expressionlessly and inserted the barrel into his mouth. "After going to hell, please tell the people in charge there, kill you scumbags, and I will arrive later."

After saying that, Wei Ze pulled the trigger, and blood mixed with brain matter splattered on his new suit, like a freshly baked Picasso abstract painting.
Chapter completed!