Chapter 4 Prelude to Employment 4

The next night, after the day of training, the instructors returned to their respective rooms.

Parker was sitting on a chair. His room was the cleanest among all the instructors in District 4. Perhaps to be precise, it was the most deserted. It was even cleaner than the one of Linnas , the only female instructor in the military academy. Except for the neatly folded quilt on the hard bed and another pair of military boots on the shelf, the only thing left was a sniper rifle he was cleaning and a photo frame on the table.

Parker blew the dust on the gun that might not exist at all. Maybe it had not been used for a long time. Parker raised it and aimed at the head of the soldier standing guard outside the window. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Parker quickly pointed the gun at it. Right at the door.

"Oh man, put that thing down, this is no joke." Sam raised his hands above his head, holding a document in his right hand. God, he's just here to deliver a message.

Looking at the white teeth exposed in the camera, Parker calmly chose to put down the gun. Watching him put the rifle into the box, Sam approached him safely. He placed a seemingly opened document in front of him and said, "Open it and take a look. The principal asked me to bring it here." Sam looked at him with no intention of touching the document. I can't see clearly what this cold ice cube is thinking. "Hey man, this is a big deal. Aren't you short of money?"

Hearing this, Parker looked at the documents on the table and then looked at the frame. There was a child in a small military uniform. He was about six or seven years old. He was holding a large pile of beautiful birds of paradise in his hands. On his back was a child. The sunlight made it difficult to see the specific outline of his face, but you could still feel that he was smiling brightly, as if you could hear him laughing through the mirror.

Parker's thoughts went very far. He looked at the child and seemed to hear his voice in his ears.

"Can you teach me how to shoot?" the child asked, pointing at the soldiers walking by with guns on their backs on the playground.

"Guns are dangerous." The man rubbed his hair gently.

"Then will you hit me with a gun?" The boy turned around and hugged the man. The night air made him feel a little cold.

The man paused, smelled the child's reassuring scent and said, "No, child."

"Will you use a gun to attack my country?" the child murmured. His head felt heavy and he soon fell asleep in his arms. The man said in a low voice, "No."

As if feeling ignored, Sam knocked on the table and said, "Parker."

"Thank you, you can go now." Parker fumbled with the information bag and said nothing more. Sam felt a little disappointed when he saw that he had no intention of opening it. He was curious about this business, after all, the military was dispatched to interfere. Sam's nose was as sensitive as a hound, and he seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood and... money.

Sam shrugged , pursed his lips and stood up to leave. Before he even reached the door, Sam seemed to remember something and said to Parker, "Hey man, you'd better not throw it into the trash can. The principal said that if you read it, you will definitely accept it. I'll tell you, you can do whatever you want." After that, he left in style.

Parker was indeed prepared to throw it away, but after hearing Sam say this, he felt that now he wanted to see what kind of customer he was. He picked up the thin piece of information, unscrewed the lines, and pulled out a piece of paper. When he gradually saw the person in the photo clearly, he felt that his hands seemed to be trembling, and even his breathing felt incoherent. He looked at the paper again and again to make sure he had read it correctly.

"It's true." Parker made a sad grunt like a beast in his throat. When he gradually calmed down, he picked up the documents and walked to the principal's office. The soldiers outside the door saluted his back with a military salute. They felt very strange, how could the usually quiet instructor suddenly become so... um... manic?

" Knock, knock, knock ." Parker restrained himself and knocked on the principal's office door regularly.

"Please come in, kid, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Opening the door, Kunta was looking at him with a smile.

China Hong Kong.

On the winding mountain road, there are a few scattered street lights that can barely turn on. The night makes this place eerily quiet. In addition to the strong mountain wind here, this mountain also welcomes two guests tonight.

"Woohoo, that 's cool."

On the mountain road, a car was speeding on the winding mountain road. In the car was a very cheerful young man. At this moment, another car was following closely behind him. The young man looked at the rearview mirror mockingly: "If your pile of broken parts can surpass my treasure, then I will take your last name." The young man raised his eyebrows. This tail has been following him since the beginning. Why? They couldn't get rid of it and it looked very challenging, so the two of them drove all the way up the mountain from the outer ring.

The young man switched gears and drove an extremely smooth sports car. His smooth lines were as fast as a leopard running in the wind. The wind ruffled the young man's hair, revealing his confident and cunning handsome face.

There is a man-made open space on the top of the mountain, with two miner's lamps burning, and a broken basketball stand. Two people stood on the railing.

"They're almost there." A man was wearing a suit, and his tie had been torn so it looked a little baggy. There was a pair of slender eyes embedded in his resolute face, and there seemed to be many things hidden there. Under the high bridge of his nose, there was a cigarette in his mouth, but he had not lit it. Standing next to him was a young man. His face was already a little white, but it became even whiter when the light hit him. He had long hair, and he was lying quietly behind him, coiled up into a fishbone, with the wind blowing his hair. His broken hair was messy, one or two strands of hair slipped across his round eyes, his eyelashes were as thick as his two sword eyebrows, and there were a few cute freckles under his eyelids. Under the slightly straight nose are two thick lips, but his body is so thin. If you look closely, you will find that the legs wrapped in white linen pants are slightly deformed. It seems that he is standing a little tilted.

The man squinted his eyes and looked at the young man holding on to the rusty railing with both hands, while his eyes were looking at the dark sky in the distance. He removed the cigarette and threw it away, then turned to the car and retrieved a folding wheelchair. He pushed it towards the boy and said, "Sit down for a while."

The boy didn't even look at it, he just said: "I don't like it."

When a man comes to him, he no longer forces himself on him. "Is it worth the money you spent?"

When the young man heard this, he turned to look at him, but he only looked at him for a while without saying anything.

At this moment, the sound of a car engine gradually sounded behind them. The man turned around and saw light gradually appearing on the mountain pass. After a while, a low- end version of Chevrolet drove in first. After a beautiful tail swing, it stopped in the dust. Before the dust settled, another car slowly entered the scene, but it looked less arrogant than the car in front.

The owner of the Chevrolet got out of the car. He was a foreigner with a beard. He was dressed in gentleman's clothes, as if he had just come off a dance party. However, his car was indeed extremely shabby, which seemed to be inappropriate for him.

"Hey, you, it's you, why are you following me all the way?" The young man in the sports car couldn't wait any longer. This kid was so crazy. Just at a narrow intersection, this guy suddenly swerved as if he was desperate for his life. You have to surpass him, otherwise he will definitely come first.

"Dylan, long time no see." The man gave the foreign man a hug. This scene made the young man even more confused. Dylan looked at the "cutie" in front of him who was yelling at him, and he smiled and said, "You drive well. It would be even better if you could drive seriously."

The young man said angrily: "The Mandarin you speak is too ugly. I don't know what you are talking about?"

The man on the side saw that this was a gesture of enmity and quickly came to the rescue: "Dilan, this is the Lian Zizhan I told you. Zi Zhan, this is our new partner, Dilan."

"Ah, Uncle Bing, is he the guest that uncle mentioned?" Zi Zhan looked at the young man behind him, his uncle. Just when he was accompanying his new girlfriend, his uncle sent a message asking him to come here tonight. When he came to meet an important guest , he wondered why he chose this place? But when he saw this guest, he felt terrible and felt that he had been tricked.

Chen Bing said with a smile: "He is one of them."

Lian Zizhan tilted his head: "Is there another one?"

At this moment, the sound of a propeller gradually came from the distant sky.

"he came."