1227: C1227 Nightmare Legion

C1227 Nightmare Legion

When the old man walked out of the beach villa at an unhurried pace, there were at least a dozen of Zakala's bodyguards. They rushed towards the coconut grove, which was about 3000 meters away, with a slight sprint in their arms.

No one cared about the old man. As long as he could come out of the villa alive, no one would make things difficult for him.

What's more, there was another big shot behind him, Zheburas.

Zheburas had brought about more than 20 men with him when he came to place Zakala this time. He did not lack heavy weapons like rocket launchers. If he felt that something was wrong, they would not hesitate to blast off that villa.

Therefore, there was no need for Zakala's group to act without authorization. After all, if both sides were fighting head on, it would be someone else who would benefit.

"Mr. Geezer, please wait a moment."

Zheburas caught up to him and walked beside him: "Can I take you back to the city?"

"Thank you, Mr. Zheburas."

The old man stopped and looked at him with his hands behind his back. "Do you believe what I just said?"

"I don't believe you."

Zheburas smiled and said: "In this land, there is no one who is stronger than the combined forces of Zakala and Black Scorpion, even the Heaven Palace sect is not enough, let alone George Family and so called father and son. This place is the domain of all of us. Other than us, no one can understand just how strong we are once we join forces. "

The old man was not surprised by Zheburas's reply. He only asked: "Then why didn't you stay? You may also have a chance to get new drugs. "

If Zakala got the new type of drug that was harmless to people, then he would be able to take control of this city's field and squeeze Zheburas out of his Bucho. After all, drug addicts also liked the free products that were harmless to them.

If Zheburas stayed, he would be more powerful when working with Zakala and Black Scorpion, but he chose to give up. Therefore, the old man wanted to know why.

Zheburas's answer was very simple: "I am rich enough. My son and daughter have already emigrated to a safe country abroad. I've seen many people die because of drugs, and although I'm not going to give up the chance to poison people to make more money, I don't want my own children to touch it. "

After a pause, he continued, "No matter what kind of drug it is, the ultimate goal will be to destroy the family. This money is very dirty, I don't want my children to continue to earn this kind of dirty money. Furthermore, it's obvious that their abilities do not inherit my excellence. If they were to continue on this path, they would only be eaten by others. "

The old man nodded. "Yes, that's why you chose to give up if you wanted to bear this sin on your own."

"Yes, that's exactly what I meant. There's really no need to offend the George Family and that frightening child's father that you mentioned just now for the sake of harming others, hehe."

Zheburas personally opened the car door for the old man.

The old man didn't hold back and sat down behind him.

After the car started slowly, Zheburas looked at the direction of the coconut grove and said, "I promise you, after the child arrives at my territory, he will pass safely. I hope that I can add 30 million dollars to my account … Next month, my youngest son will get married. This 30 million is very clean, it suits the color of the wedding."

The old man chuckled and said, "You'll get your wish. You're a smart man, too. The only weakness was that you didn't know enough to be arrogant. You will never know that other than Black Scorpion and the others, there are many others in this world who are much stronger than you guys. "

"Are you warning me?"

Zheburas slightly frowned and said in a stiff tone, "Mr. Old Man, can you tell me who you are?"

The old man turned his head towards the direction of the coconut grove and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zheburas, I wonder if you've ever heard of the name Whiteboard?"

"White board? "White board..."

Zheburas frowned even more. After muttering a few times, he suddenly thought of something and cried out, "Ah, the white board that is said to be able to create the best Sniper Rifle in the world in the 'assassination' team of the Foreign Legion of France?"

The old man laughed. With a proud look, he said softly, "Other than him, who else in the world could hit down a blade that was flying at high speeds from a distance of three thousand meters?"

An outstanding sniper, as long as they had a powerful Sniper Rifle, would be able to destroy an apple at a distance of 3000 meters. It was not impossible, but it would require a person to be completely calm and collected, and even require at least five minutes of preparation, such as calculating the humidity of the air, and so on.

However, there was one person in the world who possessed the ability to hunt and kill while travelling.

This man was Whiteboard, a member of the 'Snipe' unit of the former Foreign Legion of France and Britain. He could use the Sniper Rifle he created to hit any active target at any time.

In the eyes of many professionals, a whiteboard was a rare genius. When he picked up the Sniper Rifle, he had already become one with the spear.

Thinking about the white board, Zheburas immediately thought of the legends he had heard about Sniper Team, and the other teammates on the board: the monkey that was scouted previously, the Great Orangutan King of Forest Battle, the black pearl Wu Steel that was unhindered in the water, the mysterious Ghost Dance, and the old man who was in charge of logistics and rescue during the 198 missions.

These six people, in a short two years, had long ago become legends in the mercenary world. Even Zheburas, who was hibernating in the Bucho, had heard of them.

Zheburas looked at the old man. His eyes turned serious and muttered, "So, you are the old man from the 'Nightmare Legion'."

The Nightmare Legion was called the Sniper Team by outsiders. It meant that as long as one was targeted by the Sniper Team, they would become a nightmare for living people. Even someone as powerful as Soska George had his precious granddaughter taken away by the Nightmare Legion back then.

The old man's eyes slowly brightened, and he said lightly, "I've forgotten who I am, really, for more than half a year, the work in the rubber garden has made me forget who I am, and I've made up my mind not to think about it any more, thinking that this will be my way for the rest of my life — but you've given us a chance to regroup, and you've given us a chance to rejuvenate our fighting spirit."

The old man raised his head and looked out the window at the blue sky. His voice was so soft that it sounded like he was talking in his sleep, "Zakala and Black Scorpion's stupidity activated the dormant Nightmare Legion. "Now, this strong army has awoken. Under the lead of that man, they charged over with hideous grins — Nightmare army. They shouldn't have been activated."

This was a subtropical climate. People wore short-sleeved shorts all year round and would always be tortured by high temperatures in places without air conditioning. But now, Zheburas felt chilled all over.

He knew that no matter how strong Zakala and Black Scorpion would be on this land, after meeting the Nightmare Legion, the result could only be like a nightmare.

This made him even more glad that he had been able to withdraw from the fight for benefits.

"That shot was only the Nightmare Legion's declaration of war on Zakala and Black Scorpion. The next time, the bullets will explode their heads."

The old man, who was originally full of trouble, now looked a bit younger, "Mr. Zheburas, will you tell Zakala and Black Scorpion all that I have said?"

"Nope."

Zheburas took a deep breath and smiled, "Although I have earned enough money, I can still hope to take over Zakala's territory. "If there's a chance, forming a killer group to listen to my orders is also not bad."

"Stop the car, I'm getting out."

The car immediately stopped. The old man pushed open the door and patted Zheburas's knee before he got off. He smiled benevolently and said, "You will realize these wishes of yours. I advise you to start preparing to take over now, because they really don't have much time left."

After both of his feet touched the ground, the old man faced upwards and took a deep breath. He murmured, "I can already smell the footsteps of death. He's coming."

Zheburas looked around instinctively.

To the right was the endless sea, and to the left was the quiet and peaceful seaside fishing village. On the road was the beautiful skirt of a girl, fluttering in the wind and appearing to make one's eyes flash, and there was a little boy on a bicycle, galloping forward with his mouth full of yowls — everything was the same as usual.

However, Zheburas seemed to be able to see a huge shadow coming from afar.

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Not long after the old man left, a young man wearing a casual jacket appeared on the platform.

This was an Asian face, very gentle, very fair and pretty. No matter how one looked at it, it was not related to the bad guys. Especially since there was always a faint smile on his face, it made people have an inexplicable good impression of him.

The young man held a cigar in his hand and slowly walked to the chair the old man had sat on and sat down. He crossed his legs naturally and looked at Zakala and Black Scorpion as if they were old friends. "Who is that old man?"

Black Scorpion was disgusted by the way others seemed to act relaxed in front of him. He liked it when others looked at him, so he picked up a glass of red wine and gently shook it as if he didn't hear what the young man said.

Zakala spoke, "He said his name is Old Man, and he should be someone from America, Old George."

"It can't be someone sent by Old George."

The young man shook his head slowly and said casually, "As far as I know, Old George and his granddaughter Nier are currently participating in a three-day financial conference in Washington."

At this time of year, Washington would hold a three-day national financial conference. According to the unwritten rules of the conference, the area within a few hundred meters of the conference would be covered by electromagnetism. Without a proper word, no attendee would be able to contact the outside world during the conference in order to prevent certain agreements from being leaked.

The completely closed type of meeting was highly valued by the America. This was because every decision made at the meeting would affect the America, and even the world's financial situation.2

It was precisely George's great-grandson who wanted to participate in this kind of convention, which was why Little Caesar, accompanied by Mrs. Vigny and a few bodyguards, came to the Bucho to play.

After they were chased by Zakala and the others, even if they had to desperately ask for help within America, Nier and Old George did not know about it.

The young man with an Asian face understood this very well, which was why he was sure that the old man wasn't someone sent by George Family.

At most, it would be an old steward of the George Family.

If it were Nier who negotiated, even if it was thirty million USD, even if it was 300 million USD, as long as it could guarantee her son's safe exit from the Bucho, she would agree without hesitation.

Similarly, if they just shot Little Caesar, it would be easy for the assassins of the Devil Scorpion Group to complete the mission with the cooperation of Zakala.

But what the young Asian wants is a living Little Caesar.

The living are always more useful than the dead.

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