Scholarly Shadow

Chapter 9 The Beginning of a Pile

It's often said that dining table culture is quite profound, a view Wang Fan didn't previously hold, but this time he admits he has a different opinion.

After one meal, Wang Fan had a good understanding of everything here.

The base that the miserly boss George referred to was not actually a base; it was more like an abandoned mine in the mountains that had been converted into a base.

The base has one main building, and the rest are facilities for the daily training of these mercenaries.

The entire base has only thirteen people, excluding Wang Fan, and of course, that doesn't include their captain either.George, the business owner.

Twelve mercenaries, all of whom were working to make money for George.

As far as Wang Fan knew, George would give 40 percent of each commission to these twelve mercenaries.

This is what Uncle Lyme told him on the plane: they are just a private army and cannot be compared with the regular Outlaw Legion.

However, what Wang Fan couldn't understand was why there was a Chinese chef here cooking for them.

According to Wang Fan's observation, it seems that this slovenly cook and Uncle Lyme have a good relationship.

After some investigation, Wang Fan learned the cook's name.Wang Feng is a true chef.

He's called a chef, but Wang Fan always...Wang Fan sensed something was off about Wang Feng. He didn't seem like anything was wrong, but there was something about him that Wang Fan felt...Sleep.

Of course, it's quite unusual for a Chinese chef to work as a chef in a mercenary base instead of a proper place.There is a problem with it.

There was something else that Wang Fan couldn't understand even more: these mercenaries all seemed to be very wealthy.

After the mercenaries finished eating the dinner prepared by Wang Feng's cook, they all went home.

When Wang Fan discovered that all these guys were driving luxury cars, he wondered why they were mercenaries.

Wang Fan, of course, still doesn't understand what these mercenaries are all about.It's very profitable.

It's true they make a lot of money; they all know very well that people in their line of work could die at any moment, so they earn a lot.Hanata。

After packing his things, Wang Fan went to the bedroom of the slovenly uncle, Wang Feng. Inside, the uncle was lying on the sofa drinking Chinese Niulanshan Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), looking quite drunk. He glanced at Wang Fan as he entered and said, "Rest after you're done packing. I'll have Lem take you away tomorrow morning."

Wang Fan was confused as to why this uncle wanted him to leave.

Wang Fan sat in front of the uncle: "Uncle Feng, I have nowhere else to go now, why are you still trying to drive me away?"

We are both Chinese, can't you help me?

Wang Fan was very annoyed with this slovenly Uncle Feng. Why was he kicking him out?

After taking a swig of his drink, the slovenly man looked at Wang Fan and said, "I don't know how you convinced Lem to help you, but you're really not cut out to be a mercenary."

This disheveled uncle seemed to be looking down on people.

Wang Fan was very unhappy. Why did everyone here say they couldn't be mercenaries?

Wang Fan was annoyed: "How can you say I can't do it if I haven't even tried?"

The disheveled Uncle Wang Feng glanced at Wang Fan and casually reached under the sofa...He pulled out a pistol and threw it on the table: "Pick it up."

A real gun! Wang Fan saw a real gun again. On the table was an inexpensive Croker pistol. The biggest advantage of this type of gun was its large magazine capacity.

Following the instructions of the disheveled Uncle Feng, Wang Fan picked up the pistol. Holding this genuine pistol...It feels heavy.

To everyone's surprise, this slovenly old man blurted out, "Kill me."

"ah?"

Wang Fan thought he had misheard. This old man was asking him to kill him? That was ridiculous!What?

The slovenly middle-aged man sat up and looked at Wang Fan with an absolutely serious expression, pointing to his forehead: "I said, do you dare to fire a shot here?"

At this moment, Wang Fan'sAll corners areOh no, what happened? I've run into a lunatic. Is he drunk?

The slovenly middle-aged man snorted: "Hmph, someone like you, working as a mercenary? Go wash up and go to bed."

After the uncle finished speaking, he continued to lie on the sofa and drink. This Wang Fan...Jue was baffled: "Who are you?"

My life is now in my own hands. Why should I stop just because you say I can't?

I'm going to show you all that I, Wang Fan, can do it.

The slovenly middle-aged man glanced at Wang Fan again: "You're asking who I am?"

"Hmph, you'd be terrified if I told you."

When Uncle Feng said those words, Wang Fan thought that this slovenly uncle was some kind of unparalleled master.

But what this slovenly uncle said next almost made Wang Fan laugh to death. After taking a sip of his drink, the slovenly uncle said, "You ask who I am?"

Let me tell you, I've sold spicy hot pot in Iraq and lamb in Kuwait.Skewers, sold hot pot in Africa, sold ice in the Arctic.。

Almost all the wars in the worldI've been to every country. I can get US soldiers and Taliban people to sit together and eat spicy hot pot. Can you do that?

"Tch, everyone has a bad past."

"Then you really are amazing."

Wang Fan didn't know how to describe this slovenly uncle.

The disheveled middle-aged man casually asked, "Do you know where this is?"

Wang Fan knew this. He nodded, placed the pistol on the table, and replied, "I know, this is Seattle."

"You want to establish yourself here, right?"

The slovenly middle-aged man continued to ask questions.

Wang Fan nodded again: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Wang Fan was now confused; what exactly did this slovenly old man mean?

The slovenly middle-aged man pressed on, "Do you think you can be one?"

Wang Fan nodded very seriously: "Yes, I can."

“There’s no turning back. I’m here cooking for them, and I know that very well.”

So once you add it yourselfCome in, and believe me, you'll regret it.

The slovenly uncle seemed to be trying to dissuade Wang Fan from his idea, but Wang Fan was now so determined that nothing could change his mind.

Wang Fan now has no way out.He's still wanted, but he has nowhere else to go.

Moreover, Wang Fan wanted revenge.

If you want revenge, you need to have the strength. Right now, Wang Fan is just trash in front of the Poison Master. He can do whatever he wants with him.

"Whether I regret it or not is another matter; I've already exhausted all my options.""Just try it yourself, who knows what you'll end up like?"

When Wang Fan said those words, the slovenly uncle seemed to appreciate Wang Fan's last sentence, and sat up abruptly to look at Wang Fan: "Well said!"Just look at yourself.

"I have a good relationship with Lyme; I can have him create a recruit plan for you first."

Thank you.

Wang Fan also gave a straightforward answer.

The slovenly middle-aged man took another sip of his drink and sneered, "Hmph, you'd better not thank me yet. You'll have your turn to curse me later."

Actually, you could serve in the French Foreign Legion; it's a breeding ground for mercenaries.

"Uncle Lyme also said that, but I want to learn from Uncle Lyme and the others."

Wang Fan actually had his own concerns. If he went to work as a mercenary outside the law, he would be easily discovered.

The slovenly middle-aged man stopped talking and continued lying on the sofa: "I never sleep in a bed, so you can sleep in mine."

"This gun?"

Wang Fan really wanted to have his own gun right away, so he was quite fond of the pistol in front of him.

"This gun was given to you by Lem, take it."

But be careful, an accidental discharge could kill you.

Don't snore when you sleep at night. I don't like hearing other people snore.

After saying that, the slovenly Uncle Feng turned around and went to sleep.

A few minutes later, Wang Fan sat on the bed and glared fiercely at the snoring, disheveled uncle on the sofa.

He even had the nerve to stop Wang Fan from snoring, when his own snoring was almost as loud as a bomb.

In fact, Wang Fan had no intention of sleeping at all. He lay in bed reflecting on the changes in his life over the past few days.

A few days ago, Wang Fan was worried about how to graduate; now, he's thinking about how to...For a really awesome mercenary.

Wang Fan knew this was Seattle, a city with an influential figure.deepThe most authentic Chinese person is Bruce Lee.

Wang Fan doesn't want to become as influential as Bruce Lee here; he just wants to become stronger.

Wang Fan picked up the pistol beside his pillow and looked at it with immense joy.

"Vicious""You ruined my life. One day I'll catch you and kill you."

Wang Fan believed that he would never forget Ruan Lin for the rest of his life.Humans, these wicked beingsHumans, these ungrateful and wicked peoplepeople.

Of course, there is another one.Ren Wangfan also remembered that it wasTeacher Na.

If it weren't for that nightTeacher Na wants to sleep with Wang Fan, and will...Wherever he is, Wang Fan may have already successfully obtained his graduation certificate and started working at a large company.

Thinking about it, it's funny; there are two.People have indirectly and directly ruined their own future.

"Xiaoli, come here, let Uncle hug you, come here, let Uncle give you a kiss."

Who knew that this slovenly old man would have a dream late at night, and it seemed to be a erotic dream.

Wang Fan sat on the bed, looking at the slovenly uncle with disdain. This slovenly uncle was really a fool.

I will definitely"To be the most skilled mercenary, I want to become the king of soldiers."

Wang Fan tried to encourage himself, but actually, he just wanted to give himself a little encouragement.force.

But who knew that this slovenly uncle, who was having a wet dream, would say again: "What are you doing?""A dream, impossible."

Wang Fan was puzzled. Did this uncle have some grudge against him? Why was he even trying to hurt him in his dreams?

"After tonight, Wang Fan will cease to exist in this world; all that will remain is a mercenary, codenamed..."What should I choose?

Wang Fan began to think about a code name for himself.Alright.

Who knew that the dreaming uncle would speak again: "A pile of shit."

Wang Fan was so angry that he wanted to shoot him with the gun in his hand, but he didn't know how to fire a gun yet.

Wang Fan originally thought firing a gun was simple, but when Uncle Lyme told him some gun knowledge, Wang Fan realized that the gun had a safety and that the gun could not be fired without disengaging the safety.

Wang Fan was destined to have a sleepless night; a new chapter in his life was about to begin.

Wang Fan finally drifted off to sleep around 5 a.m., but Wang FanI felt like I had just fallen asleep when someone used something.Wang Fan woke up. When he groggily opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness.The muzzle of the gun was less than ten centimeters away from Wang Fan's head.

"Kid, you think you can be a mercenary?"

Sleeping so soundly, if someone wanted to kill you, you would be dead long ago.That's it.

Uncle Lyme said with a serious expression.

Wang Fanggang explained, "I just fell asleep."

However, Wang Fan discovered that this person, who had previously treated him with...The good old man had changed. Uncle Lyme yelled at Wang Fan fiercely, "I don't want to hear any reasons. You have three minutes to get ready and come out right now. From today onwards, I am your instructor!""Did you hear me?"