Cape Town, in an old dwelling near Table Mountain. Angel sat in a dark corner, and he seemed extremely tired. His gray hair and dim eyes made him look even older. He had a shotgun in his hand, one almost as old as his age, but still solid and cold.

A few days ago, he relied on this shotgun and dragged a prosthetic leg to fight his way out of a group of mercenaries. That's a tough bunch of guys to deal with, and they're so much younger than him. Angel poured a sip of wine into her mouth, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and muttered, "Sure enough, man's biggest enemy is time." ”

The wound in his abdomen had begun to inflame, a stab wound from a saber. Just before he could shoot him, the mercenary stabbed him. If his legs were nimble, he could have avoided the knife. But there are no ifs and assumptions in actual combat, and this ferocious knife almost killed him.

This guy is really ruthless, just like he was back then. Angel smiled, his smile tired and melancholy. He knew that the knife had not hurt his internal organs, otherwise he would not have survived until now. The wound had been stitched up, and he had done it himself. However, he still needed medication to control the deterioration of his injuries.

However, Sancho has not returned. This made Angel a little worried.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of someone walking outside, and Angel calmly picked up the shotgun in his hand and pointed it at the door.

It wasn't until a few rhythmic taps at the door that Angel dropped his gun, as he knew it was Sancho.

Sancho walked in and placed a paper bag in front of him. "This is for you. Sancho looked at Angel and sighed in a low voice, "Old miser, how many people have you offended?"

"What?" Angel frowned.

"There's a lot of people out there looking for you. I almost couldn't even come back. Sancho shook his head.

Angel took out a few bottles of medicine from the paper bag, looked at them, and nodded and took them. As he drank water, he turned back and said, "Mercenaries from Morningstar?"

"It seems that there is another group of people, who should also be mercenaries. Sancho shook his head and said, "That Chinese seems to know you and says that he is the one who often drinks free wine." You should know, what are the sources of these people?"

"Free wine, Chinese?" Angel thought for a moment, "Is there another Chinese in his thirties, strong but hanging, and a beautiful blonde chick?"

"There is also a strong Chinese I don't see, but there is a guy with glasses who looks like a Chinese, and the blonde woman you said seems to have it." Sancho recalled, "What's the problem?"

Angel's face changed drastically, "Damn, that's XCOM. They are all from Morningstar. But why did they let you go?"

"They said they were here to protect you, and the silver wolf told them to come. And gave me an address and phone number, so that I can give it to you when I see you. And say, you'll want to meet them. Sancho frowned, "They don't seem to be hostile. ”

"I can't trust anyone right now. Angel shook his head, "They do know me, but what's the difference." The guy who stabbed me with a knife used to hang out in my bar no less. But when an order comes down, isn't it still going to kill me? This is a mercenary. Besides, what proof can they have of claiming to be silver wolves?"

"So I didn't sue them. Sancho nodded.

"No, they deliberately let you go, will they follow you all the way here?" Angel frowned.

Sancho shook his head, "Not really, I tried it carefully several times, and I was almost certain that no one was following me." ”

"No, even then, we can't stay here. You have to find another place. Angel got up with some difficulty, "We must go at once!"

"This is my wine storehouse, no one knows about it, it's very safe. Sancho frowned and looked at Angel and said, "There may be mercenaries from the Morningstar Company outside at any time." And where can you escape to the way you are now?"

"It's better to run anywhere than to wait here for death. Angel said in a deep voice, "Get ready, let's go right away." As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed. Because there were people outside the door, not only people, but also humming an old song. The tune is a classic blues song, Angel's personal favorite song, as it is played every day in his bar.

The humming man knocked on the door, "May I come in?" But I can assure you that I don't have anything in my hands. I'm just here to help. ”

Sanqiu's face changed, and he said in a low voice, "It's that Chinese!"

Angel nodded, "Walk in slowly." Keep your hands where I can see, preferably without any superfluous movements. If you misunderstand me, so will the gun in my hand. ”

The door opened, and Lin Rui stood outside with a smile on his face. He reluctantly raised a hand and said, "I'm sorry, I can only raise one hand." Because the other hand is wrapped in a bandage, it is really inconvenient. ”

"Come in and close the door!" Angel said coldly.

Lin Rui walked in, closed the door, and then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Can we put down the gun and talk?"

"No, I want to hear what you have to say before I decide whether to use the gun I have in my hand. Angel calmly held the shotgun in his hand.

"How did you find here!" Sancho said angrily, "how did you follow me?" He felt nostalgic for being followed by Lin Rui, he was the head snake in the streets and alleys, and he had never been caught up with and couldn't get rid of him.

"Well, as a show of goodwill, I can sue you. Lin Rui shrugged and said, "Do you remember the baguette in your paper bag?" Take it out and break it open, and you'll find that I've put a GPS locator inside. Sneak it in when I inspect your belongings in front of you. ”

Sancho's face changed, and he quickly took out a long loaf of bread from the large paper bag, and sure enough, he found that a black signal transmitter was stuffed inside. He threw himself to the ground in anger and smashed it with his foot.

"S-7 military-type positional launcher. Angel said slowly, "The technique hidden in the bread is beautifully done." ”

"I know it's rude, but I don't mean it. Angel, I'm coming to you on behalf of the Silver Wolf. Lin Rui looked at Angel and said, "Of course, there is Long Noon, Mr. Long." ”