"Dashing fart, he's sick!" The Grim Reaper threw his wet clothes out of the car and glared at me angrily.

"Sick? What disease? Iron Fist turned his head to glance at me and asked curiously.

"Neurotic!" Death leaned back in his chair, a slight grievance in his tone.

Iron Fist and Tank looked at each other, and shook their heads helplessly, they have been mercenaries for longer than me, just listening to the Grim Reaper, I understood at that time that this kind of thing not only happened to me, they have also experienced it personally, and the distorted psychology makes us doomed to not be able to return to normal life.

"It's okay brother, don't take it to heart, people like us, there are not a few normal, everyone is crazy, a virtue." Iron Fist was afraid that I would be obsessed with the uncontrolled killing, so he comforted him, although he knew that what he said was true, but in Caesar's mercenaries, I didn't seem to have seen anyone kill people out of control, and I seemed to be the first.

"Have you ever killed someone by mistake because you couldn't control yourself?" If Iron Fist hadn't said that I hadn't paid much attention to it, but when he said that, I would have thought it was serious, and I wouldn't really be going crazy!

"No, no, because since the day I became a mercenary, until now, I have never lived a stable life, wandering on the battlefield every day, and I have no chance to go crazy, you say, should I learn from the assassins and try to live a peaceful life for a few days!" Iron Fist shook his head and smiled bitterly, and I could hear a hint of sadness in his tone.

"What about you, tank!" I shifted the question to tanks.

"Me? Hehe, of course I killed, and I was a child. The tank leaned back in his chair, his voice full of sadness, even trembling slightly.

"Don't talk about it, Assassin, don't ask again!" The Grim Reaper suddenly turned his head and glared at me, maybe my words stabbed the tank in the sore spot, but I didn't know what was going on.

"It's okay, this matter has been in my heart for so many years, and it may be easier to say it." Tank smiled indifferently and said, "You know Assassin, I have a wife and a son, you see!" As he spoke, Tank pulled out a soldier's badge from his neck, and on the back was a picture of a little blonde boy who looked only four or five years old, and looked very cute.

"This is my son, handsome!" Tank kissed the photo, then stuffed it back into his chest, and said: "Five years ago, I went home to visit them, everything was fine, my wife and I were cooking in the kitchen, and suddenly I heard someone arguing outside, and ran out to see that it was my son who was fighting with the neighbor's child." ”

"It's nothing for a child to fight, but the child's mother didn't give up, and slapped my son in front of me, and then scolded a lot of ugly words, and I kicked her in a fit of anger, and the result was just like you, I didn't have the power to control, and kicked the woman to death, and the child on the side cried, and I was upset when I cried, and I strangled the child alive in my hand, and my wife desperately stopped me, and I beat her like crazy, and finally my son bit me on the thigh, It brought me back to my senses. ”

"You know, brother, I will never forget the way my son looked at me, it was like watching a devil crawling out of hell, without any family affection, and then I ran away from the house, and never went back again, people like us are not worthy of home, because all we can bring to our family is disaster!" Tank clutched his chest, and I could feel the pain in his heart.

"yes, not worthy of home!" I smiled bitterly and empathized with what happened to him, at least he killed outsiders, and my family was killed by me.

There was silence in the car, many soldiers had a bitter past behind them, sometimes I envy the devil and the god of death, such a person who feeds the whole family and does not go hungry, has no worries, is alone, does not need to collect the corpse for others when he is alive, and does not need to collect the corpse of others when he dies, and ends up at ease.

Soon we entered New York, looking at the bustling city outside, looking at the pedestrians walking on the road in a hurry, everyone was running for life, shuttling between all kinds of characters every day, nothing more than executing all kinds of transactions, life is a transaction, but everyone plays different roles.

I suddenly figured it out, in fact, there is no difference between us, just the roles we play are different, the same is a lifetime, why cling to the boundary between warriors and ordinary people, I did kill people, but that is the path I chose, if I were an ordinary person, I would not kill people, and suddenly I felt like a monk who had attained the Tao, and I had an epiphany in an instant.

The car was parked in front of a large entertainment center, and when I called Iron Fist before, I heard a woman's voice inside, and I guess they were having fun here at the time.

"Don't you still have a mission? Why do you come out to play in the middle of the day? I asked suspiciously, as professional mercenaries, we are professional.

"Who said we were here to play, the mission goal is inside." Iron Fist pointed upstairs.

"Then you still dare to come out, don't you let him run?" I was surprised.

"It's not your fault, I'm going to lose my target again." Iron Fist rolled his eyes, an expression that you were embarrassed to say.

"But then again, compared to the mission, of course we chose the brother." The tank patted me on the shoulder.

"Okay, as compensation, tell me who the target is, brother will cook for you for free." I've got to do something to make up for their loss.

"No, we don't know who the target is!" Iron Fist shrugged helplessly.

"What? What are you talking about, why don't I understand? I looked back at Death, and he was confused.

"I can't say a word or two, let's go on the road first!" Iron Fist said and pushed the car door and got out of the car.

I jumped out of the car after me, and before I could stand firmly, suddenly a creepy feeling invaded my whole body, and in an instant, my hair stood on end, and a cool breeze came from my back.

"Be careful!" I didn't even think about flying up and kicking the iron fist in front of me, and I fell to the ground, just then, with a loud bang, a bullet passed between the two of us, leaving a fist-sized bullet hole in the door.

"Damn, it's an anti-materiel sniper rifle!" As soon as I looked at the bullet holes, I knew I was in big trouble.

"Twelve o'clock, sniper!" The Grim Reaper immediately judged the sniper's position, and at the same time we quickly got up and rushed out of the sniper's field of vision.

I got up and jumped behind the flower bed on the side of the road, and just as I landed, a bullet flew over and smashed the concrete flower bed, and the cement blocks flew all over the sky and crackled on my head.

In the short interval between him pulling the gun and loading it, I kicked my legs to the ground and threw myself under the building, which was a dead spot for a sniper, and he couldn't see me for the time being, and the Grim Reaper and the tank were still trapped behind the car and didn't dare to show their heads.

"Why, revenge so soon?" I crouched behind a pillar in front of the building and cursed indignantly.

"No, these guys are coming at us!" Iron Fist was not far from me, with excitement on his face.

(End of chapter)